Date: Tue, 07 Aug 2001 00:14:11 -0400
From: LJB  <readersstop@netscape.net>
Subject: To Fulfill a Prophesy Section 22 (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 22


Digger Bailey - Friday morning

Having my residence in the Physical Education building had been a real
bonus.  Mine were the only rooms over on this part of the campus and after
classes and practices for the various sporting activities, this area was
deserted.  One of my arrangements with the Head Master was that I would
keep an eye on the facilities at night, over the weekends and on holidays,
when I was remaining at the school.  It had paid off for him, because I had
not left the properties since late August, when classes began.

I thought when I arrived this would be a long, lonely assignment.  When I
met the other staff, I found most of them were stuffy, old educators, who
taught at the institute for most of their numerous years.  A few younger
members of the staff were certainly worthy of consideration..  The `top of
the line' consisted of 2 teachers, a lab assistant, 2 grounds staff and the
19 year old kitchen helper.  Some mates have termed me a `cradle robber',
but being 29 years old, I don't think my preference for young and fresh in
their early 20s, is all that near the cradle.  I also like them what know
how to take an order or two, but basically if they'll stick it up in the
air and wiggle it, I'll fuck it.  Not too rough, just enough so we both
know who's in charge.

I established early with Jamie's dorm supervisor I would split bed check
with him.  It gave me a chance to make sure Jamie was in bed, settled and
safe, at least three or four nights a week.  On weekends, the boys who were
still in residence all slept in one building and I supervised at night,
because I was often the only teaching staff still on the grounds.  So
having me there pleased the Head.  He looked like a great guy, allowing his
staff to have their weekends uninterrupted.  No bother as far as I was
concerned.  I like the kids and as long as they don't burn the building
down, or do any other damage I can't explain, I don't care if every rule
isn't followed to the letter..

`Proctors' are used in the dorm buildings.  These are senior students, who
help the younger boys with the problems they have in adjusting to life in
the dorm.  They also monitor the rules and instruct the new kids in how to
follow them.  Proctors go to the dorm supervisor, a teacher, if there is a
problem with a boy they can't handle and make weekly reports about the
status of each boy in their dorm building.  Each building usually houses
thirty students of the same age grouping.  On weekends, I usually don't
have a Proctor left on campus, so I really don't have much experience with
them.  One weekend, near the end of October, I had six boys and one Proctor
left in residence, so I left much of the evening supervision to the
Proctor.  I did bed check at the proper time and everyone was where they
should have been.  The Proctor, not having much experience with me either,
didn't know I always go back one or two hours after bed check to have
another walk through the building.

I have keys to the locked building ,so I let myself in.  As I walked along
the hall, I hear a voice coming from the first floor, main bathroom.

"That's it guy.  Lick it all.  Up and down.  Now twirl your tongue around
the head.  Ooohhh, you're doin' just fine.  You sure you've never done this
before.  Now let me slid it into your mouth."

Now I'm not one to interfere in other's business, but I also have a
responsibility to make sure no one is being mistreated.  I know the voice
is that of the Proctor, but I haven't heard anything from the other lad, or
lads, so I have to interrupt.

"Ahem," I cleared my throat, "if everyone is done using the bathroom, then
it's long past bedtime."  There is a scurry of activity and the shuffling
of feet and about a minute later the bathroom door opens and out comes the
16 year old Proctor.  He hung his head and said a quick good night as he
passed by me and trotted down the hall to his room.  Several minutes later,
the bathroom door opened slightly and an eye peeked through the crack to
confirm I was still standing there.  Seeing me, the door closed again, but
soon opened and the other participant stepped into the hall and started
walking toward his dorm room.

"Jamie," I said, and he stopped dead in his tracks, "were you in there,
because you chose to be, or did someone force you to be there."  He turned
and looked at me.  I could see the tears starting to form.

"No one forced me, Sir."  he told me, his voice trembling.  "It was my
choice."

"That's okay then, mate," I assured him, "as long as you weren't forced."
He looked a little relieved and turning around went off to his bed.

He and I talked about the incident a few days later and I calmed his fears
that I was angry with him.  I told him experimenting was a normal thing for
everyone, but I thought his choice of partners was a little old for him and
he would be better to stick to his own age group.  He seemed to accept my
suggestion and we kept the door open to talking with each other.

I too, had my own `first time' around the same time as the dorm incident.
`First time' I got laid at the school.  One of the teachers I mentioned was
a Math Instructor.  This was his first semester teaching and he was about
23 years old.  I noticed him on the first day and he also noticed me.  He
kept watching me, whenever we were in proximity to each other.  He
especially liked to watch my crotch and became quite flustered whenever I
caught him looking.  He was a dorm supervisor and so lived on campus, so we
saw each other regularly every week.  About the time of Jamie's incident,
we attended a faculty meeting one evening at which his eyes hardly ever
left my crotch.  After the meeting, we were both headed in the same
direction, so we ended up walking together.  He really tried hard to make
small talk, but I only gave one or two word responses.  Walking through a
dark section which was heavy with trees, I moved off the pathway into a
secluded niche.  He stopped and waited a moment, then stepped over to see
where I had gone.  I stood about six feet inside the space.

"Come here."  I said to him.  He stood and looked at me for several seconds
and then he started to say something to me.  "Come here, now."  I told him
in a stern voice.  He hesitated only a moment and then he walked over to
me.  When he came within arms reach of me, I grabbed the front of his
jacket and pulled him over to me, roughly.  I brought my other hand to the
back of his head, leaned down to him and kissed him.  He struggled,
slightly, at first and then pushed his body tightly against mine.  "Don't
make me tell you twice again."  I instructed him, when I broke the kiss.

"No, Sir."  he replied, quietly while he hung his head.

"Be in my room at 10:30 p.m., and don't keep me waiting."  I instructed him
and reaching inside his jacket, I gave his nipple a little squeeze and
twist for emphasis.  His quick intake of breath, showed I had made my
point.  I left him standing there and went back to my room.

I was laying on my bed, looking through a magazine, when the tower bell
rang once for the half hour and the light knock rapped on my door.  I
waited a full minute before I called for him to come in.  He entered with
his head bowed and took up a standing position at the end of my bed.  He
stood there quietly and waited for me to speak.  I glanced up from my paper
and looked him over.  He was a nice looking lad, about 5'9" and 170 lbs.
His shoulders didn't make you think of football, but they were sturdy
enough.  He was solidly built, but not overly developed in any area I had
observed so far.

"Strip."  I told him.  He immediately started to remove his clothing and
folding them all neatly, placed them in a pile on one of the chairs sitting
behind him.  When he was completely naked, he stood again at the end of the
bed with his hands by his sides and his head hanging down.  I looked at him
again.  Yes the shoulders were solid and the pecs were firm and defined
without being excessive.  His abdomen was smooth and again solid, but no
six-pack defined.  His dick was stretched and pointing straight out from
his body and looked about 6" long, circumcised, and nicely thick.  There
was not a hair on his body below his head.  Arm pits and groin smooth as
the day he was born.  "Turn around and bend over."  I instructed him.  He
did as instructed and his butt and back were as hairless as the rest of
him, including the ring around his hole.  "Come over here and kneel beside
me."  I pointed to an area on the floor next to where I was laying.

I asked him some questions and he answered without looking up from the
floor.  When I asked him what he was interested in from me, he did finally
look at me.  He told me his room mate in College had been his Master and
had trained him.  He liked some moderate discipline and domination, but
mostly he just liked pleasing his Master and providing whatever service,
his Master required.  I told him I was not into utensils or toys with the
exception if he served me, he would be required to wear a cock ring.  I
would discipline him if necessary, but he could limit me, by saying "Stop".
If he needed to tell me to stop, on three occasions, then we were done,
because it would mean we were not in sync with each other's needs.  He
lowered his eyes again and said it would be his pleasure to have me as his
Master.  I told him I would take him as a Slave and from here on, he was
not to touch is cock other than to pee.  It was mine, just like the rest of
him and he was not to climax, without my permission.  He nodded his head in
acknowledgment.

I knew he needed to be back at the dorm for 12:midnight, so I though we
should move along.  I instructed him to undress me and he did so with great
efficiency.  He next was allowed to pleasure my nips by licking, tonguing
and nibbling.  He was very good at this activity and also very
enthusiastic.  While he was busy with mine, I squeezed his pecs and pinched
his nipples until they were red and engorged.  Next I sent him down to lick
and suck on my balls.  He had a talented mouth and was obviously
experienced in using it.  I reached down and grasping his hair, planted his
mouth on my now rigid cock.  Here his real talents came to light.  He took
the precum I had been producing as he bathed my balls and with his tongue,
spread it around and around the swollen red head on my stick.  With only
two or three dips of his head, he had buried my 7" spike deep in his throat
and began massaging it with his throat muscles.  I felt myself preparing to
soar to heaven, but this is not how I had planned on an end to this
evenings activities.  Lifting his head off my stick, I asked him whether he
preferred dry or lubed.

"I prepared myself before coming to you, tonight, Sir."  he replied.  This
was a well trained Slave.  I told him to hop to it then, so he straddled my
hips and aiming my club at his prepared hole, he impaled himself in one
long slide to my pubic bone, hissing out a lung full of air as he sank.
Once all the way down, he sat there a minute to adjust to the fullness he
now felt.  Soon, he slowly raised himself off my post and reaching the top,
fell back down again.  This cycle went on for ten or twelve minutes as we
both adjusted to the feeling of each other, both of us allowing the sounds
of pleasure to escape from us as the tension heightened.  I reached over
and started to pump his steely, leaking cock.  Putting my thumb on the
underside, I curled it over the top of his crown each time I pulled his
skin forward.  The result was immediate.  He got this wild, desperate look
in his eye and started to bounce wildly on my post.  Both of us were headed
for the end.

"Don't you cum until I tell you."  I warned him and a look of panic came
over his face.  He wiggled and pushed and did everything possible to bring
me over the top, but each time he moved more, my thumb dragged more across
the head of his dick and he got closer, his face showing his desperation to
hold back.  I finally met his down thrusts with three hard up thrusts and
just as I fell over the edge into the bottomless pit, I told him "Now !".
I don't think I was a second too soon for him.  Before the word was out of
my mouth, he burst and loosed cream everywhere.  By that time, I didn't
care, as the contractions of his ass muscles were squeezing my load high
into his bowel.

When we both settled back to earth, he had fallen forward and was laying
out on me.  I had wrapped my arms tightly around him and was holding him as
close as possible to me.  I released him and he eased himself off me and
went to find cloths in the bathroom to clean me up.  When this was
completed, I instructed him when to attend me next and attached a cock ring
to him.  As he left my room, he turned back to me

"Thank you, Master."  was all he said as the door closed behind him.  Maybe
not as long and lonely as I had expected, I thought to myself.


Dale - Friday evening

Spending the night with Anson in his room had been my decision.  When he
hadn't come back downstairs after taking Davey up to bed, I was pretty sure
he would not show up in our room.  I realized, we should have given him the
code to our suite, he was the type of person who felt he was intruding if
he wasn't specifically invited.  Jason and I made a commitment to include
him and I didn't believe he understood that meant whenever he wanted.  Six
months ago, I would have thought a night spent in bed with two sexy hunks
just sleeping and cuddling was a total waste.  Last night was great and the
feeling of comfort and sharing was totally uplifting.  The double size bed
wasn't even a problem, though definitely not as comfortable as our king
sized would have been.  The point was we were in Anson's room and being
part of him, not just him being part of us.

Morning activities went routinely.  We all had breakfast together.  The two
boys were excited about our upcoming trip.  They had never been on an
airplane before and were equally expectant and wary.  As I looked at each
of us I realized we were all excited as well, even me.  It was fascinating
we had all become a unit so quickly.  We all seemed to think in terms of
`us' much more than `me'.  And this afternoon, we were going to merge two
more members with our unit.  It may offer some interesting challenges.

After breakfast, I took Dean to the main offices for the morning.  He had
some work which required his personal attention, but he gave me strict
instructions that at 11:30 a.m., he was to head home, even if I had to `hog
tie me and throw me in the wagon'.  I'm not sure if he realized I might
just try to do it if it became necessary, although having had Master Chen
as his Sensei, I doubted I could take him anywhere he wasn't agreeable to
going.  I had work to do in the Main Security Office while I was there, so
I was kept busy the entire morning.  Arriving at Dean's office at 11:15, I
found him ready and actually anxious to get going.  We were on our way home
by the designated time.  Whew, lucky for me.

Dean seemed to spend most of his time deep in thought as we drove back to
the `castle'.  I was busy being both chauffeur and security man, but I too
found my mind wandered to the upcoming trip.  I understood, McAdams
Corp. had several corporate jets and we would travel in a Gulfstream GV.  I
was looking forward to seeing it.  It had been outfitted with the best
features available for the comfort of its passengers and would make flying
somewhat like a vacation of its own.

While we were gone for the morning, the rest of our group went riding again
and on their return ended up at the swimming pool.  That's where we found
them when we arrived and both Dean and I hung our suits in the locker room
and joined them.  It was a refreshing break.  Just before lunch time, we
each went to our rooms and dressed in casual attire and completed our last
minute packing.  We had been told to place our bags in the hallways and
they would be collected and taken to the airstrip.

Lunch was occupied mostly with Denny filling in Dean and me on the ride
they had taken during the morning.  He had ridden on Boots all by himself
and was very proud of his accomplishment.  Both he and Davey had been
allowed to sit with Ted on Charger and ride around the corral.  Anson had
tried to make friends with Charger, but he would allow only Davey to give
him treats and stroke him.  Even Jason had seemed to enjoy the outing.  He
made a point of wearing his new riding boots and apparently nary a word of
complaint passed his lips during the entire ride.  I think Ted being along
may have had a slight influence on his silence.  At 1:30 p.m. we all met at
the rear of the mansion.  One of the golf cart vehicles had been hitched to
a long, low cart with rows of seats in it and a canopy over the top.  We
piled in and were driven out to an area on the west side of the estate
parallel to where the stables would be on the east side.  The trip took
about 15 minutes and brought us to a large landing strip and a hanger
building.

The airplane was waiting for us and it was indeed impressive.  Larger than
a standard private jet, it was still sleek and compact in appearance.  We
boarded immediately and Dean introduced us to the pilots, Don and Eddie.
As soon as I met them, I knew they too were a couple.  The interior of the
jet was striking.  It was configured to seat up to 16 persons, but the
seats were actually a combination of lounge chairs and couches.  The colour
scheme inside the cabin was bright and cheerful, yet tasteful.  We new
guys, were each suitably impressed and the two youngsters thought it was
terrific.  I pitied them having to fly commercial coach, at some future
date, after having this luxury as their first experience.

The boys were belted onto the couch, between Dean and Ted for take off and
by 2:00p.m. we were speeding down the runway.  The ascent was steep and the
boys were quite uncertain, holding tight to the adult beside them.  When we
leveled off, seat belts disappeared and we were invited to enjoy the
comforts of our surroundings.  We were told the cockpit was open and the
pilots would be happy to have us visit and see how the plane was flown.
Over the course of the next hour, I think each of us went forward to enjoy
this privilege.  The galley to the rear of the cabin was fully stocked and
mixed drinks, beer and soda pop were available on a serve yourself basis.

Each lounge seat had a side panel in the arm with a variety of accessories
from earphone jacks for private listening of radio, music or
video/movie/television to personal lighting and air ventilation.  Included
were telephones and connections for lap top computer systems.  There was
more than enough to keep everyone busy and the boys were quick to settle in
a couple chairs and watch the video which Ted put in for them.  The screen
was part of the forward bulkhead.  Before we knew it, we were starting a
descent and it was already 3:15 p.m.  Our landing was a little more gradual
than takeoff had been.  Once on the ground, we taxied to a small terminal
and came to a standstill.  The hatch in the side of the airplane went up
and the stairs descended.  Dean and Ted exited and the boys pressed their
faces up tight to the windows to keep track of what was happening.
Mr. Chen stepped outside and waited next to the plane.

I saw a man and a boy standing on the tarmac and Dean headed for them with
Ted close behind him.  Dean actually ran the last half of the way and the
boy ran to meet him.  When they met, the boy fairly flew up into Dean's
arms and they spun around and around, obviously happy to see each other.
Ted went over to the man and they shook hands and then hugged each other
briefly in greeting.  After Dean set the boy down, he flew over to Ted and
got the same big greeting.  Ted then introduced the man to Dean and they
shook hands.  Ted and Digger Bailey picked up the luggage and followed Dean
and Jamie, who walked together holding hands, back to the plane.  As Dean
and the boy approached close enough for me to see clearly, I was astounded
by the resemblance.  The boy could have been a clone of his father, they
looked that much alike.  Colouring, eyes, hair, build, it was all the same.
When they arrived outside the plane, Mr. Chen bowed to the two new arrivals
and they both bowed back to him.  Jamie then walked over and wrapped his
arms around the little Chinaman and received a hug back.  Davey was the
only other person I had ever seen hug Mr. Chen.  Everyone then climbed into
the cabin.

Dean came around to each one of us and introduced his son, Jamie.  Ted
followed him, introducing Digger Bailey.  The last to be introduced to
Jamie were Denny and Davey.  Denny stepped right up to him and shook hands
as everyone else had.  Then Davey and Jamie stood and looked at each other
for a full minute.  No one was sure just what was going on, but I saw
Mr. Chen watching closely.  Was this to be hate at first sight ?  A
standoff, foreshadowing a rivalry for parental affection and attention?  As
if given some signal, the two boys stepped to each other and wrapped their
arms one around the other.  I heard them speak very quietly to each other
while wrapped together.

"I'm so glad you finally came."  Jamie said to Davey.

"You're finally back."  replied Davey to Jamie.

They released each other and then went over and sat in seats next to one
another.  They talked quietly together, as if they had known each other all
their lives, Denny sitting nearby listening.  I noted Ted and Dean had
watched this whole scene, standing with their mouths hanging open, like
they couldn't believe what they were seeing.  Mr. Chen just nodded his head
and I'm not sure, but I think he might have smiled for a fraction of a
second.  The pilots had stored the new luggage and closed the hatch.
Everyone buckled up and we were off again.

*********************

If you are enjoying this tale I would recommend you have a look at a short
story posted Aug 6, 2000 to Nifty/Gay Male/College titled, "Loving Tyler's
Dad".  I would be happy to hear what you think of it.     LJB