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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.
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Hope that you continue to enjoy.       LJB

To Fulfill a Prophesy

Section 24


Digger - Saturday morning

I did everything I could think of to keep Jamie busy.  He was in classes
until noon, but by one minute after twelve he was pacing back and forth in
my rooms, ready to go.  He packed and repacked all day yesterday and also
again this morning before class.  He knew the limo would not be here to
pick us up to take us to the small airport until 3:00 p.m. and he had
nothing left to do now, except pace through my rooms.

"What if he changes his mind ?"  I was asked several times.  "What if the
plane won't fly and they can't get us this weekend ?  What if..."

"Whoa, mate."  I finally said.  "What if you worry yourself to death before
they do get here ?"  He didn't see any humour in that or anything else.  I
sent him to run a couple errands for me.  Then we went to the cafeteria for
lunch.  After some first class delaying tactics on my part, we returned to
my rooms in time to haul my luggage out to the entry and by the time we
locked up, the limo arrived.

Standing near the end of the runway, we saw the plane approach, land and
taxi over to a position near us.  I was forced to insist Jamie wait until
the plane came to a full stop.  When the hatch opened and two men stepped
down and began walking toward us, he could contain himself no longer and
took off at a run toward them.  I recognized Ted walking toward us, so I
knew the man running to meet Jamie had to be Dean McAdams.  Although I've
worked for the Corp. for several years before this assignment, I was
stationed in Europe, so I never before met Dean in person.  When we grouped
together, Ted introduced me and I was astonished how much Jamie looked like
his father.  It would be easy to pick one out, having seen the other.

When we boarded the airplane, I was introduced to the two boys Ted had told
me about, when we last talked on the telephone.  Then I met the rest of the
staff.  It wasn't hard to tell Jason and Dale were a couple, but the one
who really grabbed my attention was Anson.  I've been in lust at first
sight before, but that's not what this was.  There was much more to it.  I
was aroused by him, but I found I wanted to know him as a person.  I wanted
him to know me, to want me, to trust me and I wanted to be there for him
when he needed someone.  I wanted this young man to let me be important to
him, I wanted him to need me above all others.  Never before had I
experienced feelings like these about another human, much less someone I
had just met.

The entire flight my attention kept wandering back to Anson.  He was very
handsome and when he smiled it made me light up.  I really had it bad.  As
Ted talked at our meeting, I had to force myself to concentrate on the
topic.  I was promoted from sergeant to lieutenant and the only relevance
it had to me was that Anson was also a Lieutenant.  We congratulated Dale
on being promoted to Captain and I realized I should take a little time to
assess my new commander.  He struck me as a very competent leader.  He was
friendly and open to me as a new colleague and he bore a definite mastery
of confidence about him.  He was no Slave material, he was a dominant
presence, but his and Jason's relationship did not appear to function on a
level of that kind.  I wondered how Anson fit in with them, because they
all obviously had personal relationships beyond just working together.

When we looked over the blue prints for the `cabin', we realized it was
huge and very unique in its setting.  Dale made assignments and we prepared
to do some work.  It was really nice to get back to something other than
the duties I had been carrying out these past eight month and it was good
to be part of a team instead of on my own.  Shortly after we landed,
everything was settled and we were off on a tour of the buildings led by
Dean.  Ted had told me I would like these people and he was right.  The
only one I hadn't really had a good look at was the little Chinaman.  It
was easy to see he was the man behind the scenes who made sure everything
ran smoothly, but I couldn't quite see where he was as important as Ted had
indicated.

After a great dinner, Ted and Dean took the young boys swimming.  I figured
it was a chance to get to know my fellow team members, but when I started
looking for them, I found they too were planning on going to the pool.  I
asked them to wait for me while I got a bathing suit, but they all laughed
and said I wouldn't need one.  Fine with me.  I guess I would get an
opportunity to check Anson out a little more completely than I had
anticipated.  When I looked around at the naked bodies playing together in
the pool, I could see no one was wanting physically.  Each man there was a
fitting example of exactly what men should look like.  All were fit and
trim, well developed and amply endowed.  There was a range from moderately
hirsute to limited hair.  When I checked out Anson, he was absolutely
gorgeous.  Talk about your ideal, all American, boy next door and he fit
the bill.  I had to force myself to not stare at him, because my dick was
starting to lengthen.  I really enjoyed swimming and lounging in the pool
with the others.  The three boys were a lot of fun and I noticed everyone
spent time with each of them, not as a duty, but because each of us enjoyed
their company.

We all showered and dressed in the locker room after our swimming was done
and then we relaxed together in the rec room.  The bar was open and a cold
draft really hit the spot.  I noted Anson also drank draft, so did all the
other gents for that matter.  Anson settled in playing some board games
with the kids and was really good at interacting with them.  It was easy to
see Davey and Denny were very attached to him and Jamie seemed to have
quickly taken to him as well.  I guess I sort of hovered over them, not
really prepared to join in, but not wanting to be too far away if Anson
wanted something.  God, I was almost making a fool out of myself.  I saw
Dale and Jason watching me and knew they were aware of my interest in
Anson.  I hoped they didn't think I was just trying to steer him into my
bed.  I decided we were going to have to talk about this at some point.

Poker helped me take my mind off my obsession, but when he ended up sitting
next to me at the table, I knew if a hand came down to the two of us, I
would likely fold and let him have it.  Luckily it didn't come to that.  He
is young and not too skilled in the ways of the game.  Lots to learn yet.
My mind wandered as I found myself wondering about his skills in bed and
whether there were things he would need to learn yet.  God, thinking with
the little head again, it always got me into trouble.  After the popcorn
roast we were all stuffed.  I guess Denny must get up early in the morning,
because Ted gave him a clock and made sure he knew not to wake anyone up
before 7:30 a.m.  The poker game resumed for awhile and the boys were taken
off to bed at certain times.  Ted and Dean sure share in looking after
those boys.  They are lucky young men having two people who care so much
about them, but I guess they have more than two, because I think my three
counterparts care as much for their boys as I do for Jamie.

When Dean came back from tucking the older boys into bed, he and Ted
decided to call it a night.  After they were gone it was just the four of
us, the little Chinaman had disappeared some time before.

"How long has that been going on ?"  I asked no one in particular.

"You mean Dean and Ted ?"  Jason responded.  I nodded.  "As best as I can
figure it, about three days."

"Well it's about time."  I stated.  "As long as I've known Ted, he's been
looking after Dean and I always thought, he'd been in love with him the
whole time."

"How long have you known Ted ?"  Anson asked me.

"About five years."  I answered.  "We met when he was on vacation in
Australia, back when he took vacations.  I was in the Military Police,
Shore Patrol in the Navy.  I was off duty and a little drunk one night.  I
had this bad, bad habit of picking fights with the biggest guy in a place.
I have a black belt, so I was pretty cocky and when I had too much to
drink, my ethics use to disappear.  One night, Ted was the biggest guy and
I picked a fight.  He wouldn't fight me and it just made me madder and
meaner.  I made the first move and he held me off with defensive counter
moves for some time.  I finally was in such a fit of anger, I tried to
fight dirty.  That finally offended his ethics and he wiped the place up
with me.  He taught me a lesson in humility I'll never forget and I haven't
gotten drunk since."

"And he offered you a job ?"  Jason queried.

"He kept tabs on me for about six months, until I was discharged."  I told
them.  "When he satisfied himself I would never again betray the ethic, he
hired me and I've worked for him ever since.  I say it that way because in
my own mind, I have always worked for him, not the Corp."

"I think we all feel the same way."  Dale said.  "We all respect Dean very
much and our job is to protect him, but we work for Ted.  He hired us, he
trained us and he is our `Boss'."  After agreeing, Jason and Anson went
over to the bar to draw another round of beers.

"Dale, I need to ask you about something."  I quickly mentioned while the
other two guys were occupied.  He looked directly at me, waiting, without
saying anything.  "You might have noticed, in fact I'm sure you noticed,
I've been like a love sick calf, fawning over Anson, ever since I met him."
Dale continued to look at me without any comment.  "Well, I wanted to tell
you I'm not out to just lure him into my bed, well I don't mean I wouldn't
like him in my bed, I mean there's something else about the boy, that just
has me so yearning to be near to him.  I can't explain it, I've never been
attracted to anyone like this before."  He was still looking at me when the
others returned to the table with four new glasses of beer.

"Anson," Dale said and suddenly I felt like sliding under the table, "what
do you think about our new friend Digger, here ?"  Anson looked confused
for a second and then he turned a bright, rosy red.

"I think he's a nice guy."  Anson replied to Dale's question.  Anson's eyes
flicked over to look at me, but immediately returned to glancing between
Dale and Jason.

"Yeah, he's a nice guy," Dale continued, "but would you be interested in
spending the night with him ?"

"I don't think....."  Jason started to say, but Dale held up a single
finger and glanced at him, silently indicating `not now' and Jason stopped
speaking.

"I might be interested, when I knew him better, but not now."  Anson said.
"You know how I feel about commitment and trust."

"And how would you feel if Digger spent the night with the three of us ?"
Dale asked.

"Don't I get to say anything about this ?"  Jason interrupted.

"No.  Not at the moment."  Dale told him firmly.  "Well Anson, what do you
think ?"

"It would depend on what roles we were taking."  he answered.  "If you were
taking control, it would be okay, because you know my limits and I trust
you to respect them."

"Digger is use to being the Master of his own domain."  Dale explained.
"He would not be comfortable, having another Master oversee his
activities."

"Then I would have to say `No', until I knew him better and trusted him,
like I do you."  Anson replied.

"Could I know what Anson's limits are ?"  I questioned.  Everyone was quiet
for a moment and Dale looked over to Anson.

"I will submit, if a Master will train me fairly.  I will accept
discipline, as long as it is not unreasonable or excessive."  Anson told
me.  "I am not experienced in very much and need a great deal of coaching.
If I have had enough and say `STOP', then the activity must stop.  If I
must say `stop', on more than any two separate occasions, then we are not
compatible and we are totally done.  I will not have anal intercourse,
until I know I love my partner."

"And if those conditions are all acceptable to me ?"  I asked.

"Then I would have to know you, well enough to trust you."  he answered.

"And what if I wanted just to be near you and hold you and I was willing to
do so, under the supervision of another Master, who you trusted ?"  I
proposed.

"You could do those things, without going to bed with me," he replied, "but
if you wanted to do that, while you gained my trust, then I would be very
happy to be with you."

"Now, you can have your say."  Dale told Jason.  There was a few moments
pause.

"I don't have anything to say, now."  Jason responded to Dale.

"Anson, would you spend the night with me, knowing Dale and Jason were in
the room next to us and you could call out, or go to them at any time ?"  I
asked.  He thought for several minutes while we were all silent, not
disturbing him.

"Digger, you should know right from the start, I am not in need of a sex
partner."  Anson said to me.  "I have more sex now, than I could ever have
imagined and I am totally satisfied physically.  What I am hoping to find
is a partner.  Someone who will love me, with all their heart and want me,
to do the same.  Someone who can be mine, in every sense of the word and
wants the same, from me.  I want an emotional and spiritual mate, not just
a physical one."  I nodded, understanding what he meant.  "I hope to have a
relationship like Jason and Dale, or Dean and Ted, which is way more, than
sex and physical pleasure.  Jase and Dale are wonderful, but they are only
meant to be temporary.  I've had good mentors and I am not prepared to
accept anything less."

As he spoke I knew what he described had always been missing from my
relationships.  I too, had plenty of physical sex, but I had never allowed
myself emotional ties.  My partners, while following my directions had
never really belonged to me.  I had always known, another would be
available.  What I was feeling, since I met Anson, was maybe the
difference, from what I was previously satisfied having in the past.  Had I
sensed, he would not be available to me, in the way my other partners had
been ?  Is this what seemed so different ?  Was I looking at a lover,
instead of a personal slave to my desires ?  Would he be both, if I was
likewise for him ?  I wanted this man.  I wanted him in any way I could
have him and in all ways.

"If someone had told me last night, I'd be sitting here discussing this
with you, in front of two other guys, I'd never have believed them.  I want
to be with you Anson, in any way and every way.  If the only way I can do
it, is to spend the night holding you, then holding you is exactly what I
will do.  Anson, come spend the night with me."  I realized my last
statement could be taken as a question or an instruction, but I needed to
know how flexible our first encounter would be.  Anson drained the last of
his beer from the bottom of his glass, stood and walked over to where I was
sitting with his eyes fixed on the floor and knelt down beside me.

"Ready whenever you are, Sir."  he told me.  I just about came in my
shorts.  Dale reached across the table and with his eyes motioned he wanted
to speak to me.  "Go on down to our room Anson, I'll be there in a minute."
He stood, without looking at any of us and headed for our bedroom.

"You should know Anson's father, abused him physically."  Dale said to me
quietly.  "He was beaten.  He is a virgin to intercourse.  I want you to
understand, between you and me, if you hurt him, emotionally or physically,
I'll make the session you experienced with Ted, seem like a vacation."  I
was looking at him, as he spoke to me and his eyes became as hard as steel.
Jason was also staring at me intently.  There was no doubt in my mind, they
would find a way to carry out the promise.  I realized, they both cared for
Anson very deeply and the words, reflected their love for a younger
brother.  I felt no offense at the words.

"I won't."  I told them both.  "I wouldn't get involved with him at all, if
I didn't think we had a really good chance.  Much of what he said, has been
in my mind for some time.  I also know Ted had a hand in this, so you can
be pretty sure, he already knew what would happen.  My future is waiting,
gentlemen and I thank you both for you concern and wish you a very sincere,
`good night'."

When I reached the bedroom door I knocked softly.  There was no response.
I opened the door and went in, closing the door behind me.  What I found
surprised me.  Anson had removed all his clothing and it was neatly folded
and piled on a corner of the dresser.  He was naked, kneeling, facing into
a corner.  The sight of his broad shoulders, narrow waist and full, hard,
ass cheeks were almost more than I could take, again.  My erect cock,
pushing hard against the waist band of my shorts nearly exploded.

"Anson, come here."  I beckoned him quietly.  He rose and turning, walked
over to me.  He started to kneel beside me, but I grasped his shoulders and
indicated he should stand.  I put a hand under his chin and raised it until
his eyes met mine.  "I want you to look at me."  His dark, blue eyes looked
softly into mine.  I leaned forward and kissed his full lips.  He leaned
in, kissing me back.  It was a shared experience, as we traded tongues back
and forth, with no dominance exerted by either of us.  As we held the kiss,
he reached up and started to undo my shirt.  I opened my shorts at the same
time, dropping them to the floor.  My hard cock sprang forward and collided
with Anson's steely tool, which had risen and extended, since our kiss had
begun.  He pulled my shirt from my shoulders and as he stripped it down my
arms, broke our kiss and bent to the floor, undoing my shoes and removing
them with my socks.  We both stood totally naked, about six inches apart
from each other, touching only as our hard cocks swung back and forth,
striking up against each other.

I guided him to the bed and we lay facing each other.  We resumed looking
into each other's eyes.

"I think, I could fall in love with you."  Anson told me quietly.  "Please,
don't let me do it for nothing."

"I'm not only going to let you, I'm going to do everything I can to make it
happen."  I told him.  "I want you.  I want you in all the ways you talked
about.  We will go at any speed, you find comfortable, but in the end, we
are going to belong to each other, heart and soul.  We will be one."  I
kissed him again and this time, I took charge.  I invaded him and took
possession of him with my mouth and tongue.  He resisted little and made
small groaning sounds, as he surrendered to me.  When I ended the kiss, we
lay and looked at each other in silence.

"I felt it too," he whispered.  "When you boarded the plane and I saw you,
meeting and shaking hands with the others, I knew you were going to be
special to me.  While we were swimming tonight and you brushed up against
me, I felt a tingling no one has ever caused before.  I don't have any
experience.  Dale and Jason are the only people I have ever had a
relationship with.  They have been very kind and loving in teaching me and
you may find I want more than a Slave should be allowed."

"Serving me, does not place you on a lesser level."  I assured him.  "I
would not humiliate you.  Serving me, entitles you to the best I have to
offer, now and always.  The fact you choose to serve my needs, does not
make us any less partners.  It's a choice."  He lay and studied my face for
a long time while I watched those bottomless, deep, blue eyes.

"May I touch you ?"

"You may use me, in any way you wish."  I told him.

He raised his hand and traced his finger across my forehead and face, like
a blind person determining the features of another person.  He continued
touching me with his hand, sometimes using only one or two fingers, other
times using them all.  He stroked my ears and swept around my neck, drawing
his hand back across my shoulder.  He leaned into me and reached over me to
sweep his hand up and down my back, down my buttocks to the joint crease of
my leg and then back up again.  During this time we were pressed close
together and our rigid shafts, trapped between our bodies, throbbed and
jerked with our heart beats, leaving moist patches of lubricant on each
other.

When he eased back to separate us, his fingers danced along my shoulder and
down my arm, circling my bicep and stroking my forearm.  He traced the back
of my hand and then turned my hand over to trace along my palm and the
spaces around each finger.  The sensation was fascinating as each area he
traced tingled and reacted to his touch.  His hand left mine and fell to my
hip, where he slowly trace upward to my arm pit.  He asked me to roll flat
onto my back and I complied.  Sweeping across my collar bones, he repeated
his previous process on the other arm and hand, sweeping up my side to the
previously unattended arm pit.  Waves of shudders flowed through my body
and I moaned and groaned my appreciation as he did these things and I gave
myself to the pleasures Anson was providing.  He asked me to close my eyes
and enjoy the sensations and again I complied most willingly.

His sweeping fingers traveled back and forth across my chest, outlining my
pecs and circling repeatedly around the nipples which stood out like alert
soldiers.  I could feel a coolness in my groin as the lubricant I was
pumping out, ran down my stiff shaft and accumulated in the ample reddish
hair covering my pubic mound, where it cooled.  The fingers dragged lightly
back and forth across my hard, flat stomach circling around the protruding
knot in my navel.  I felt his lips circle my nipple and groaned loudly as
his teeth teased the stiff soldier.  His mouth left my chest and I felt him
move down in the bed beside me, so his busy hand could extend farther down
my body.  The fabulous digits passed by my straining groin and commenced
their journey, tracing the bulges of my quadricep muscles, around the knee
and down the lower leg, then returning up the inside of my leg and thigh
and lightly dusting the sensitive sac which had drawn my testicles tightly
to the base of my cock.  Another sweep down and up the other leg and those
active digits ended up stroking back and forth across that tight sac.

I was nearly beside myself.  The sensations had intensified as he
progressed, so now as he teased my tight sac, little shocks ran through it
and up my rigid dick.  The lubrication was pumping from the end of my dick
every time my heart beat.  I could not even begin to remember when I was
this hard or this sensitive to every feeling.  The fingers stopped their
activity and then I felt one, single finger drawing a circle around the
weeping slit at the end of my throbbing shaft.  I nearly called out at the
sensation on my sensitive head and would have died then and there if it had
stopped.  The digit moved down the head to the wide ridge at its base and
began to circle round and round.  That was it.  I could control myself no
longer.  As I started to growl, I opened my eyes and saw Anson's tongue,
not his finger had been caressing the engorged, purple crown of my swollen
shaft and as the first volley sped up that shaft, he encased the head in
his mouth and received the product of his efforts.

I bounced and moaned and twisted and swore as the top of my head opened and
my mind escaped, but my boy stayed glued to me as if he were the sheath for
my spasming sword.  Only when I was totally drained and the last drop had
been siphoned from my sagging lance did his lips release the sensitive
head.  He then swabbed the shaft from base to head and vacuumed through my
dense pubic bush until every drop of moisture had been dried.  He moved
back up beside me and watched over me as my soul returned to my body from a
distant place.

"Was that all right, Sir ?"  he asked me quietly.  "I'm afraid I came
without permission, but when you went off, it just pushed me right over the
edge, after exploring your sexy body.  And I never did get to the back half
either.  Maybe tomorrow ?"

I couldn't believe this kid.  He had just given me one of the most
memorable sexual episodes of my life, not to mention a climax near 15 on
the Richter Scale and he was worried about finishing tomorrow.  I couldn't
think of what to say to him, so I just turned back up on my side and kissed
him warmly and gently..

"You are the best thing that has ever happened to me."  I told him.  "And
don't you ever let me forget it."  His face lit up and he snuggled down
tight against me.  I pulled the sheet up over us and reached over to turn
out the light.  As we lay there, I kept thinking about how different my
life was going to be, having a partner to share it with.  It was a
commitment I was truly ready to make, but Anson was so young.  How could he
be certain, when he had never really experienced much of life.  If I
committed to him and let him close to me, could I survive if he changed his
mind in a year, or two years, or ten.  This was moving a little too fast
and I was going to have to be careful that `little Digger' was not actually
taking charge of my life.


Jamie - Saturday evening

I told Davey everything.  It just seemed the right thing to do.  I have
known Davey all my life.  He has been in my dreams as long as I can
remember.  I told Dad about the one I've dreamed for the past year, about
being lost, but I didn't tell him about the others.  Davey has always saved
me.  It's like he's always been my big brother, watching over me, being
there when I needed him through my dreams.  We had been talking since I got
on the plane and when we got into bed last night, it was time for him to
know.  I told him about the night Mr. Bailey had caught me with the Proctor
at school.  It had been my first time with someone else and I was too
frightened to do anything since then, even though Mr. Bailey had said
exploring was a normal thing.

"Jamie, I have had experiences, like you are talking about."  Davey said.
"When you've lived on the streets, sometimes doing things like that is the
only way to get money for food.  It doesn't make it right, because it's not
really a free choice.  Mr. Bailey is right.  When it's two willing people
and no one is being forced, there is nothing wrong with exploring.  It's
natural for young men."

"Would you be willing, to do some exploring with me ?"  I asked him.  He
thought for a minute.

"Your Dad has been very kind and generous to me."  Davey told me.  "I am
really concerned, if he got the idea I was forcing you, or I got you
involved in something, he thought you shouldn't do, he might send me away
and then we wouldn't see each other any more.  I really need to talk to my
Dad."

Right then there was a knock at our door and it swung open.  We raised our
heads and looked and Uncle Ted was standing at it and my Dad was in the
hall behind him.

"I just stopped to say `good night' fellas."  Uncle Ted said.  "Don't stay
awake too long, we'll have a busy day tomorrow and `you know who' won't let
us sleep very late."  He smiled at us and closed the door.  Davey and I
looked at each other.

"Dad."  we both called out at the same time.  The door opened and they both
stuck their heads inside.  Davey and I sat up in bed.

"We really need to speak to both of you for a minute."  Davey told them.
They came in and sat on opposite sides at the foot of our bed.  "You know
guys fool around with each other when they're growing up, don't you ?  You
know what I mean ?"  They both looked at each other and then nodded at us.

"Well if a couple of guys, decided they wanted to fool around with each
other, but one of them felt because of his past, the other guy's father
might not want him around anymore, because the Dad might think his son was
being forced, or doing things he shouldn't, should the guy be worried ?"  I
asked them.  They both got this strange look on their faces.

"Well, Boss," Uncle Ted said, "seeing as you've been a father so much
longer than I have, I think I'll let you answer this one, for both of us."
Uncle Ted sat there and smiled at my Dad, who seemed to still be thinking
about the question.

"I think, I understand the question and the best I could say to the young
man is," Dad told us.  "if he has been accepted into a family, for the
person he is, without regard to his past, I don't think he has anything to
worry about, from anyone's father, for doing what comes naturally."

"Words of wisdom."  Uncle Ted declared.  They both said `good night' again
and headed off to bed, closing our door behind them.

"Did you understand what he said ?"  I asked Davey.

"He said the past is gone and done and what I do, from now on, is okay as
long as it's things which would naturally happen anyway."  Davey answered.

"Then, do you want to explore with me ?" I questioned Davey again.

"What would you like to do ?"  he replied.

"I though maybe we could finish what I started with the Proctor at school."
I ventured.  "Or anything you want to do."  Davey started by taking off his
pajamas, so I did the same thing.  We wiggled our bodies together, so we
were on our sides facing each other.  Davey asked me if I kissed and I told
him I never had.  He leaned over to me and brought his lips up against
mine.  They were soft and moist.  My lips were tight and drawn back against
my teeth and he told me to relax.  After I did, he kissed me again and it
was really nice.  He told me there was more to kissing, but we could try it
as we went along.

I asked him, if I could look at his body and he said to go ahead.  He lay
flat on his back and I pushed the covers down off both of us.  Davey had
blonde hair, that also looked kind of red.  He had a handsome face with
long eyelashes and dark blue eyes.  He had just turned 14, but he was as
big as some of the 16 year olds at school.  Under each arm, he had a bundle
of short, blonde hairs.  If there had not been so many, you would not
likely even see them, because they were so light and fine.  His chest and
arms were manly, with well shaped muscles showing across his chest and in
his upper arms.  His stomach was flat and tight and he had more short,
blonde hair in a dense forest, above and around his peter.  His balls hung
loose, under his peter and I could see them outlined in their bag.  They
looked big, about the size of golf balls, but the bag was loose and they
moved around, whenever he did.  His peter had the top out of the skin, like
mine and was about 4" long just laying soft over his balls.  The top was
big and looked like a bell.  He had solid legs and little blond hairs were
on his legs from his knees to his ankles.

I lay back so he could see me.  I was not as advanced as him.  I had dark
brown hair and dark brown eyes.  Everyone said, I was handsome and I guess
if I looked like my Dad, I was.  Where Davey was about 5'6" tall, I only
stood at 5'3".  I had solid shoulders and my chest, arms and legs showed
some muscle outline from swimming.  My waist was slim and I had only a
little, thin patch of curly, dark brown hair over my peter.  My peter would
hang about 3" long and when it pointed straight up, hard as a board, it was
about 5".  My balls also hung in a loose bag and they were big too, almost
like golf balls.  My legs were strong from sports and a film of dark brown
hair was on my thighs and shins.  I also had a few curly, brown hairs under
each arm.

Davey reached over and rubbed my tummy gently.  He moved his hand down to
my peter and started to stroke it.  I reached out and stroked his.  It felt
good in my hand.  Because of his cast, Davey had just one hand to work
with.  He suggested that we "69" and then he explained what that meant.  He
said, I would be able to follow what he did and I would learn as we went
along.  I agreed and turned end for end as he suggested.  His peter now was
even with my face and mine with his.  He stroked me for a little while and
my peter grew and hardened.  I had the same result and his grew and grew
and grew.  It had to be over 6", when it finished growing.  Davey said, not
to worry about all of it and showed me how to hold my hand at the base, so
I would not choke on too much in my mouth.  He started to lick my peter and
its head like a big candy cane.  It felt really great and I did the same
for him.

After several minutes of licking, he put the top of my peter in his mouth
and moved his tongue all over it.  I followed his lead and found it easier
to get use to doing this than the last time I had tried to take one.  As he
ran his tongue over the head, I felt the urge to push my hips back and
forth and he allowed me to do this, moving my peter in and out of his
mouth.  I pulled and pushed his hips and he started doing the rocking
motion like I was.  My hand was clamped firmly around the bottom of his
peter, so only the top half went in and out and I did not gag like I had
before.  Very quickly, I felt that surge in my balls which comes before I
shoot, but Davey slowed down and stopped using his tongue and the feeling
went away.  Then he started doing everything again and shortly the tingle
started again.  He repeated the start and slow down several times and each
time the sensations I felt got stronger and stronger.

I did my best to keep going on him, but I got distracted by the urgency of
the moment at times and he would gently touch my head to remind me of my
part.  As he slowed me down for about the fifth time, he removed his mouth
and told me he wouldn't stop next time.  He went back to the task and sure
enough, when the tingle built, he kept on going and I exploded in his
mouth.  I could count the spurts, as they pushed my cream out.  Five, six,
seven.  I don't think I had ever come so hard before and for a minute or
two, I lost track of what was happening.  When I focused again, I realized
I had stopped without getting Davey to his end.  I went back to work on him
and very soon, he told me he was going to blow and I should pull off.  I
wasn't going to do that.  He had taken me all the way and I wanted him to
enjoy coming too.  He groaned loudly and I realized he was shooting, so I
started to swallow.  He got ahead of me and quite a bit spilled out of my
mouth.  Davey pulled me up to him and told me everything was fine.  He
grabbed his pajama tops and wiped my chin and his peter dry.  He cuddled
with me and we both started to go to sleep, but I knew I hadn't done a
great job for him and I was determined I would make it up to him.

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If you are enjoying this tale I would recommend you have a look at a short
story posted Aug 6, 2001 to Nifty/Gay Male/College titled, "Loving Tyler's
Dad".  I would be happy to hear what you think of it.  LJB