Date: Tue, 14 Aug 2001 01:07:17 -0400
From: LJB <readersstop@netscape.net>
Subject: To Fulfill a Prophesy Section 26 (LJB)(MM BB Bb 1st anal oral
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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 26


Jason - Saturday night

I wasn't sure what had caused him to react, but he was instantly out of
bed, on his feet with his side arm in hand.  It was full daylight on
Saturday morning and I knew it had to be later in the day than I had
expected.  I had reacted to Dale's rapid movement and was out crouching on
my side of the bed, also armed.

"What's wrong ?"  I asked him quietly.  He wasn't sure for a moment and
then realized it was the roar of an engine.  No it was more than one
engine, but they seemed in tandem and it was hard to distinguish between
them.  The plane was not due until tomorrow, we were not expecting any
guests and yet there were engines roaring, below us, at the waterfront.  He
looked at his watch.

"God, Jason."  he said.  "It's almost 10:30 in the morning.  Where is
everyone ?"  Without waiting for an answer, he began pulling on his
clothes, realizing how foolish he looked standing there naked, holding his
gun.  "I don't know what happened to the alarm, but I should have been up
hours ago to make sure everything was covered."

"Relax, Bro."  I cautioned.  "If anything were wrong, someone would have
called us."  He wasn't listening to what I was saying, he was too busy
thinking about what could have gone wrong.  Running out to the rec room, he
peered out the windows at the grounds below.  The engine sounds were
definitely coming from the boat house and a steady cloud of exhaust smoke
rolled out across the water and disbursed into the air.  The elevator took
us to the lower level and we exited the beach house, just in time to see
the back of the boat roaring away in the distance.  We looked around the
boat house and found nothing exceptional.

Dale was very upset.  He had no idea what was going on, or what had
happened.  I could see his point, but I also felt he was feeling more
responsible than he needed to.  He was not supposed to be working 24 hours
a day and everyone on this trip was totally competent and willing to do
whatever needed to be done.

"I can't believe they went off and left us without saying anything."  Dale
said to me.  "I can't believe I wasn't there to know what was going on.
I'm the team Captain.  It's my job to know what is happening."

"You have to stop this."  I told him.  "This is a team effort and no one
person has to have control of everything, all the time.  It's not your job
to be everywhere, all the time.  That sort of thinking will not only drive
you crazy, it will drive the rest of us crazy too."  I know he heard me,
but I'm not sure at this point he was listening to me.

We went back to the beach house and took the elevator back up to the main
floor.  Dale walked through to the windows in the living room and with the
panoramic view available, we could see the boat down the river about 2
miles.

"You want coffee, or you want breakfast ?"  Mr. Chen speaking to us from
the kitchen startled both of us.  We had not realized that anyone was left
in the house.  Dale raced over to the little man asking him all sorts of
questions about what was going on.  "They have breakfast, then they go.
Mr. Dean, Mr. Ted, they come, they go, then they come again.  You wait,
they come again."

"Dale," I said, "get a grip on yourself.  There is nothing you can do about
what may have or have not happened.  Accept it.  There is nothing to be
done, so settle down and we'll go on from here.  Now, get in the kitchen
and get some coffee."  I finally got through to him.  He looked at me, took
a big breath and accepted things as they were.  We went and got a cup of
coffee and sat in the living room drinking it calmly.  After we finished,
Dale told me he had to go down and wait for the boat to return, so I went
with him and we sat on the dock and waited.  It gave us a chance to talk a
bit.  Dale did some pacing, but he didn't let himself get so upset again.

After what seemed like hours, but in fact was only about 50 minutes, the
roar of the boat engines could be heard coming closer and closer.  When the
boat docked and the happy crew had disembarked and headed to the beach
house, we entered the boat house and talked to Ted.  Rather Dale talked to
Ted, I just stood and listened.  Ted told Dale just about what I had.  To
relax and not work all the time.

"I can't believe he came into our room and turned off the alarm clock."
Dale told me when Ted had gone.  "Why would he do that ?"

"He wasn't doing it as Ted, our Boss," I told Dale, "it wasn't a test.  He
did it as Ted, the guy we live with, our friend.  It was our time to rest
and he knew you wouldn't, so he made sure you did.  He likes you, Dale.  He
knows the pressure of the job, it use to be his.  He's telling you, before
you go too far, to ease up."  Dale thought it over and I could see him
resolve his uncertainty.  It wasn't often I could guide Dale and I
appreciated Ted telling him to listen to me.  It helped me feel our
relationship was more balanced.  He needed to take care of everything, all
the time, especially me and although he was right on track most of the
time, sometimes it could become quite overpowering.  This had been a good
lesson for both of us.

We all met together for lunch.  Anson, in his own casual way, pointed out
to all of us we were taking everything Mr. Chen did for us for granted and
he was right.  I know I made a mental note to recognize more of the things
that were done for me.  Ted proposed an afternoon at the beach and from the
listing he gave of the facilities and activities that were available, it
sounded like a super idea.  While some of the others started off the
skiing, Dale and I took Denny and a canoe and paddled a mile or so up the
shoreline and back.  The scenery was beautiful and we gained a better
insight of just how isolated the `cabin' actually was.  We were back in
time to coach Anson, from the dock, the first time he tried to ski.  He did
really well.  For an isolated farm boy, he was quite a natural athlete.  We
had not had a chance to chat with him, but he seemed really happy, so I
assumed last night with Digger had gone well.

Davey and Jamie made up for their missed boat ride from this morning, by
riding as `watcher', the safety man, in the ski boat.  They were very
diligent about watching the skier and keeping the driver advised about the
skier's progress.  Denny seemed content to play in the sand and water along
the shore of the beach under the watchful eye of Mr. Chen.  Again, he was
there, making sure the rest of us were free, by watching over the boy, who
was doing a separate activity.  The day sped by with a Bar-B-Que,
marshmallow roast, group swim in the pool and games in the rec room.  It
was a day of relaxation for all of us and I think it showed most in Dean
and Ted.  They seemed tired, but refreshed as they each went off to bed.

Like last night, the four of us were left on our own, last ones up, in the
rec room.  We each drew a draft from the bar and ended up sitting on the
chairs and couches in the lounge area.  Rather, Dale and I sat on the
chairs, Anson and Digger were sitting together on the couch, very together.

"Having never been one with a reputation for tact," I started out, "I'll
jump in with both feet.  Anson, how did your night go last night ?  And
Digger, never let it be said of me that I ever talked behind your back."
Anson sat for a moment giving me a look that said he wanted to tell me, but
he didn't want to embarrass, or upset Digger.

"I don't want Anson to be embarrassed," Digger told me, "so I will tell you
last night will be in my memory for the rest of my life, as one of my
favourite times."

"That's fine for you," I responded, "but I want an unbiased opinion.  So
Anson, what did you think ?"

"I think it was wonderful."  he told me.  "Digger was gentle and
considerate and allowed me to do what I wanted to do, without criticizing
or stopping me."  I had to think about that for a minute or two.

"Digger are you giving Anson the impression life with you would be like it
was last night ?"  I asked.  "Are you prepared to have your relationship
with him be what it was last night ?  And Anson, do you expect Digger will
always make love with you like it went last night ?  Are you two being real
with each other ?"  They both were quiet as they seemed to think about what
I had said.

"You two are going to have a hard time," Dale told them., "sorting out the
romance, from the reality.  It's not difficult to maintain an image for
each other and of each other, when you only see one another one or two
nights and then have a four or five night break.  The hard part is when you
are together every night and each of you let the image slip and become
yourselves.  The harder part is when you may work together all day and then
go home with each other for the night, day after day."

"How are we going to get past that ?"  Digger asked.  "We don't have the
option of going away with each other for two or three weeks.  We are stuck
with obligations and that's not going to change.  Should we just give each
other up and not be together, until we can see each other every day ?"

"I don't think that would work."  I told them.  "First off, I don't think
you could stay away.  Either of you.  What I'm suggesting is you both need
to be real with each other.  You need to talk and communicate your
thoughts, feelings and desires.  I can tell you, without any details, one
of you fulfilled a fantasy last night and the other one went along with it.
I don't know the specifics of what happened and I don't need to.  One of
you did not say, `this is my fantasy' and the other did not say `I am
accommodating you tonight, but this is not what I would normally desire.',
because you were not communicating."

"Last night was really wonderful," Digger said to Anson, "but normally, I
would want to have more control over what was happening.  I would not want
you to cum without permission either, but if I had controlled the situation
more, that likely wouldn't have happened.  I didn't say anything because I
didn't want to ruin what we shared and hurt you."

"One of my fantasies was played out last night," Anson responded, "but I
really didn't know what I was doing.  I wanted to give you pleasure more
than anything, but I don't have any experience.  Jase and Dale have always
demonstrated and explained for me and then I have tried what they showed
me.  I loved what we did, but I was unsure and worried the whole time I was
doing something you didn't want.  I was embarrassed and ashamed I came,
because I wanted to share my first climax with you.  It was a wonderful
experience, but it left me confused and unsure."

"What was the problem here ?"  Dale asked both of them.  "Why did this
experience please both of you and yet not leave you fulfilled ?"

"We didn't communicate with each other. "  Digger said.  "I don't have any
experience in dealing with a partner who I care about on an emotional level
and I don't know Anson well enough to know what his needs are.  I didn't
make my normal needs known."

"I didn't know what I was doing and I didn't ask for guidance."  Anson told
us.  "I got caught up in playing out a fantasy, without keeping my Master's
needs foremost in my mind and trusting him to fulfill my needs."

"You didn't talk."  Dale summarized.  "You didn't talk before, during or
after.  Passion is terrific, but you two want to build a relationship and
passion will only be part of the relationship, it can not replace it.  The
only way you can learn who the other person really is, will be by being
honest and real with each other.  Go to bed and have fun.  Do what you want
and talk about how you feel about it.  If one of you doesn't like
something, say so and the other decides how important that thing is to
them.  If you're going to fall in love, you will do it somewhere other than
in bed.  Have fun in bed for now and build your relationship when you are
elsewhere.  The two will merge when the time is right."  Everyone sat and
thought about what had been discussed.

"When Dale and I first got together," I told them, "he came out of an
environment where rough sex was the standard.  It wasn't for me and I was
not willing to put up with it.  I communicated my problem to him and he
decided it was not a necessary element for him, or our relationship.  We
don't engage in rough sex.  Now that I know and trust him totally, if he
felt a need, or if we were experimenting, I might be able to accommodate
some, but he knows how I feel and has never raised such a discussion.  On
the other hand, I had not been in a dominant relationship before.  We
modified some of our attitudes and now we are perfectly happy with the
elements we chose to maintain."

"Dale, would you and Jason consider letting us spend the night with you ?"
Digger asked.  "I trust you and will submit to you for the benefit of your
guidance.  I can see you have a lot more experience than I do in this type
of relationship."

"This is only your second night with Anson."  Dale replied.  "You two have
not even had a chance to be honest with each other yet.  I appreciate your
trust, but you don't need our guidance at this point.  You haven't even
determined what Anson's attitude is about such an arrangement.  After you
have experienced each other for a while, we will consider the possibility,
if you still desire it."

I suggested to Dale it was getting later and I knew he would want to get up
early in the morning after sleeping in today.  Anson and Digger indicated
they were going to bed as well, so we all got up and straightened up the
room, before we went to bed.  After we were in our room, we talked while
getting undressed.

"When were you going to find out how I felt about sharing our bed with the
two of them ?"  I asked Dale.

"When the possibility became a reality."  he told me.  "I always discuss
things with you, even when I know your answer already."  he was smiling
when he said it and I wasn't sure he wasn't in fact laughing at me.

"And what makes you think you know what my answer would be ?"  I challenged
him.

"Because Anson will want to return where he feels safe and secure and
you'll support whatever Anson wants."  he said in what I might have
considered a smug way if he hadn't been so right.  There were times when I
wished he wasn't quite as good at reading me as he was.  But then, one of
the reasons I loved him was because he did read me so well.  We slid into
bed and he leaned over and gave me a little peck on the cheek, then saying
`good night' turned over on his side to go to sleep.

I sat there stunned.  Was he kidding, or was he serious.  He was always
ready to make love when we went to bed and if he wasn't, it was because we
were both so tired we could hardly move.  I felt deserted.  I felt ignored.
I felt annoyed.

"Excuse me, Sir."  I said to him in a soft, even tone.  "Could I possibly
do anything for you this evening to help you settle for the night ?"  There
was a long pause.  Finally he spoke.

"I don't think so."  he told me.  "I think we should get right to sleep and
be ready for an early start in the morning."

"I could give you a nice back rub, Sir."  I offered.  "Just to help you
relax enough to fall asleep more easily."  Again the long pause before an
answer.

"Well, I guess it might help put me to sleep."  he conceded.  "How would
you like me to lay ?"

"On your back, sticking straight up."  I said under my breath, but told him
just to lay out on his stomach.  I found the bottle of massage oil I had
brought in my luggage.  Pulling the covers back from Dale's body, I
straddled him, so his smooth, hard, hairless butt was directly under mine
as I sat down.  Pouring some oil in my hands, I warmed it and stroked it
into his shoulders.  Slowly I spread it over his entire back and stroked
firmly up and down his spine.  Rhythmically my hands moved back and forth,
up and down, over his smooth, firm skin.  I slid down and squatted on the
back of his legs as I began to rub those gorgeous buns.  A little more oil
and I slid my thumb down the center crack, sinking deeper into it the
farther down I traveled.  He gave a slight jerk as I passed lightly over
his pink, puckered hole.

I rubbed and massaged and stroked as sensually and erotically as I could.
When I had done as much as I felt would reach my desired goal, I lifted up
and asked him to turn over.  He didn't move.  I asked again and he still
didn't move.  Shifting to the side, I looked at his face and his eyes were
tightly closed and his breathing was deep and regular.  He'd gone to sleep.

Disgusted with myself, I moved off of Dale and pulled his covers up around
his shoulders, so he would be nice and warm.  I put the oil away and
settled down into the bed, reaching over to turn off the light.  As I
settled on my side, I felt the bed moving and Dale's arms wrapped around me
tightly from behind.

"Do you now understand why communication is so important," he asked,
"whether you're in a new relationship or in an existing one ?  I told you I
wanted one thing, you told me you wanted something compatible with what I
wanted and you really wanted something else.  We still need to tell each
other when our needs and desires are not being met."

"You don't think being right about this is going to save you from my
getting even, do you ?"  I warned him.  He laughed at me as he pulled me
over on my back and spread himself out on top of me.

"Maybe so, big man," he told me, "but it will have to wait because tonight,
`You are mine'."

"Forever."  I whispered in his ear.


Dean - Sunday morning

We were all seated at the dining room table having our breakfasts.
Mr. Chen was hovering as usual.

"Gentlemen," I said, "Ted has something to tell us all."

"I received a call last night after we all went to bed," Ted reported,
"from Security Central.  About 10:00 p.m. last night there was a security
breach at the `castle'.  A person was seen walking in from the highway
along the main road.  When security went out to investigate, there was no
sign of the individual.  An exterior search of the estate found no one.  A
review of the security tapes last night could not determine where the
intruder had gone and at 6 o'clock this morning, I ordered a total search
of all facilities.  The intruder was found at 8:00 a.m.  He was sound
asleep on Davey's bed, inside the `castle'."  Everyone seemed surprised and
our security team wanted to know how he managed to get there.

"His name is Kevin Thompson."  Ted continued.  "He's a 16 year old boy, who
lost his entire family in an accident three weeks ago.  He started hitch
hiking last week and has traveled 1500 miles to end up on Davey's bed.  He
couldn't tell our men why he was there, only that he had been told he
should be there.  He couldn't or wouldn't say by whom.  I've instructed he
be cared for until we arrive home.  Digger and Jamie, I've called the
school and told the Head Master a security matter requires you to be home
with us.  You are not expected back to school until Wednesday evening."

"The third Guardian has arrived."  muttered Chen, as Davey and Jamie gazed
knowingly at each other.


The Prophesy of the Guardians

The House of Chen, being both old and honourable,
shall be the Caretakers of this vision of the yet to come.

From this time forth, one son will be born to the House
of Chen in each generation to the number of 110.

These males shall be the Caretakers and shall guard this
knowledge until its time arrives.

In the world of new beginnings, a Shogun (Leader/Prince)
of infinite wealth, after being lost and found again by his
Samurai (Warrior Chief) will both learn that their real riches
lie elsewhere.  To them will come four treasures to be nurtured
and guided.  They will father the four to manhood.


Each Guardian will possess gifts.

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

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

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

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

Each will sense the presence of others.

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

There are dark forces and men who fear the power of the
Guardians and would use it for their own purposes.
 			Care must be taken to preserve them while they
grow and develop their skills.  They must learn to love and
trust, so that they may serve the needs of mankind.

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