Date: Tue, 21 Aug 2001 00:59:49 -0400
From: LJB <readersstop@netscape.net>
Subject: To Fulfill a Prophesy Section 30 (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.

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The vote so far:
Rewrite (no D & D) - 6
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To keep this from dragging on, I will give you my decision with the next
release.
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To Fulfill a Prophesy

Section 30


Jamie - Monday morning, early

When we landed at the airstrip on Sunday afternoon, I really felt like I
was finally home.  The weekend away was great, but I just didn't have that
feeling.  It's a little strange, because since I was three, I have never
really lived here, only visited.  I guess with Mom having married several
times and each time a new residence was involved, I have just always
thought of the `castle', as home.

Davey told me about Kevin on Saturday night before Dad and Uncle Ted made
their announcement Sunday morning.  He warned me Dale would have to become
involved with and help Kevin, before he would be able to join with us
properly.  Dale would need all the support we could give to him and we
stayed with him through the flight to provide him with all the clarity and
energy he needed to help him resolve the problems and see the proper
answers.  We knew Dale loved all of us and we felt a special bond to him.
Dale did not always demonstrate a lot of his feelings, but they were
definitely there.

This weekend with Davey had been such a big help for me.  I was able to
understand a lot of the feelings and dreams I've had over this past year.
Davey was able to answer most of the questions I asked.  He told me about
Prophesy and explained the parts to me, so I knew how we would work
together.  I'd experienced my gift on some occasions, but I'd not
understood why it happened.  Davey said he became aware of his gifts when
he turned 13 just as I am about to do and they would start quickly to get
stronger.  One thing I always was able to do, was tell when someone was
lying.  One of the reasons I liked being with Dad, Uncle Ted and Mr. Chen
so much, was I'd never known them to lie.  Of course, each of them was very
hard to read.  It must have something to do with their martial arts
training in focus and concentration.  I had a strange impression when I was
with Uncle Ted and my Dad.  Uncle Ted was not lying to Dad but he was not
telling him the whole truth about something and not doing so was very
upsetting to him.  I mentioned it to Davey and he said it was about
Prophesy and he was going to talk with his Dad about it.

Mr. Chen took Denny, Anson, Mr. Bailey and me upstairs to our rooms, when
we arrived at the `castle'.  My room was the same one I always had, across
the hall from Dad's suite.  It was exactly the same as the last time I was
there, except the closet had been cleaned out of the clothes that would not
fit me any more.  There was lots of room to hang up the few things I had
with me.  I knew Davey and Denny had the room next to me, so I went over
there to stay with Denny until it was time to go for supper.  Mr. Chen came
in to tell us supper was to be delayed an hour and if we wanted anything to
snack on he would have it brought to us.  We decided to wait until we ate
dinner.

Mr. Chen was going to take Mr. Bailey to his room, which was somewhere in
the other wing of the upstairs, but Anson told Mr. Chen they would be using
his room, while Mr. Bailey was here.  I think Mr. Bailey and Anson had
really gotten to like each other while they shared their room at the
`cabin'.  I was glad Mr. Bailey had made a friend on this visit.  He seemed
to get along with everyone and I know my Dad liked him.

When we went downstairs with Mr. Chen to dinner, we were introduced to
Kevin.  I could tell he was very confused and he had a lot of things going
through his mind.  He was very focused on Dale and there was also a focus
on someone named, `Tim' and it was associated with a sense of loss,
separate from the loss of his family.  His emotions were very mixed up and
he was frightened, but the more he focused on Dale, the more his anxiety
eased.  Davey was correct, Dale would be the answer to Kevin straightening
out his life and his mind.  In his present condition, Kevin did not even
recognize who he was, much less that we had any relationship with him.

After dinner, Mr. Chen was going to take Kevin up to see his new room.
This caused a great amount of fear and anxiety in Kevin.  I looked at Davey
and he too noticed the shift in Kevin's mood, but I also felt Dale was
rapidly becoming aware of it and we both knew he would handle the problem.
While that group went to check out Kevin's room the rest of us went down to
the Games Room.  Denny was very quiet and didn't want to play any of the
games.  He went over and sat on Anson's lap and just rested.  He must have
been tired from the weekend away.  Everyone was talking.

"Jamie."  Dad spoke to me.  "Have you enjoyed your visit with all of us
this weekend ?"

"Yes, Dad."  I told him.  "Everyone was great, but I especially liked
having some time with you, again."  He seemed happy with what I had said.

"I was wondering if you would consider, coming back here on Friday
afternoon and spending the weekend with us, again ?"  Dad asked.  I told
him I would really like to and asked if Mr. Bailey could come again.

"Mr. Bailey would be welcome to come and spend the weekend," Dad answered,
"or if he prefers, we will give him a ride down here and he can have a
weekend off, to do as he pleases."

"I thank you, Sir," Mr. Bailey said, "for your kind offer.  I think
everything I want next weekend, will be here and I would be pleased to
accept your invitation."  He was looking at Anson while he spoke and Anson
turned red.

"Everyone should know Kevin is going to have a problem settling in here."
Uncle Ted told us.  "Dale is going to help him and I want you all to please
let Dale deal with Kevin even if it seems Dale is being hard on him.  You
all know Dale cares very much about all the boys and as difficult as
somethings might seem between him and Kevin, Dale's love and caring will
see it through.  If you have any questions come and see me."  What he said
was not meant for anyone in particular, but all of us in general.  Davey
told me sorting Kevin out would not be as hard as it first seemed.  He said
fate was going to provide us with another key to help Dale resolve the
problem.  I knew there was a part of Dale that could be extremely hard and
he kept it tightly controlled.  I still liked him, very much.

It was suggested we all go swimming and everyone seemed to think it a good
idea.  Anson said he would call Dale and Jason and let them know.  We all
headed to the swimming pool and were quickly in the warm water swimming and
playing.  Davey handled the limitation on his activity, because of his
cast, very well.  He usually spent quite a bit of his time with Denny, who
was getting much more sure of himself in the water.  They played with the
floater boards and used them as docks and boats.  Denny was not very into
the water activities this evening and spent most of his time sitting on the
edge of the pool, dangling his feet in the water.

Kevin came out of the locker room with Dale and Jason and immediately dove
into the pool.  I sensed he was feeling better and he would be staying with
Dale and Jason instead of in the room which had been selected for him.
This seemed to have made a big difference for him and the stress he had
been having.  Kevin was a good swimmer and sliced through the water with a
nice steady stroke.  We sure could use him on our swim team.  When the war
game started he was instrumental in getting it going and really attacked
Uncle Ted and Jason.  Everyone had lots of fun, but I noticed again Denny
spent most of his time holding on to the side of the pool and not doing
much else.  He must have had something on his mind, but I had no idea what.

After swimming, we all showered and after drying, put on robes.  We went
back and sat around the Games Room for a while.  Davey and I watched
television for about an hour and finally decided we'd had enough.  We said
`good night' to everyone.  Dad and Uncle Ted said they would stop in on
their way to bed in a short while.  Davey and I went up to my room.  I
didn't realize Davey had never been in my room before.  He looked around
and found it was just like his except I had only one bed, a double.

"I guess we should spend our time in here when we want to be alone."  Davey
smirked at me.

"Well, seeing as I don't have a room mate and I have a double bed, I guess
so."  I teased him back.

We laughed and talked.  He looked at the books I had in my bookcase.  I
showed him a couple I really liked, but he didn't seem too interested in
books.  I put on a CD.  Although I had not been here for quite a while, I
knew Mr. Chen would have seen that a selection of current hits was on the
shelf, so I found one I liked.  We sat and listened for a while.

"Are you going to come back tonight, after our Dad's say their `good
nights' ?"  I asked Davey.

"Sure am."  he replied.  "Do you want me to use the secret passage, so no
one sees me ?"

"What are you talking about ?"  I asked.  "What secret passage ?"

"You don't know ?"  Davey questioned me.  "I figured you would know about
the passage between our rooms."  He got up off the couch and proceeded
across the room into my closet.  Instead of turning right, to where the
clothes were hanging, he went straight to the wall.  That wall would be the
common wall between our rooms.  Putting his hand up on the wall molding, he
pulled and a small section of the molding flipped forward.  As it did, the
wall panel in front of him slid up out of the way and I looked through into
the closet in Davey's room.

"Cool."  was the best I could manage at this point.  "Who else knows about
this ?"

"You tell me."  Davey responded.  "It's your house.  Who had these rooms
before us ?"

"They were guest rooms before I had this one and yours was always a guest
room, or a security man's room."  I told him.  "Maybe no one else knows."

"No one, but our Dads."  Davey speculated.  "They seem to know this place
inside out."  He then flipped the molding up and the panel slid back down
into place.  We just sat down in the lounge area, when Dad and Uncle Ted
knocked and then came in.  They were heading for bed and came to say `good
night'.  They came over and hugged both of us.  Uncle Ted reminded Davey
not to stay up too late, because the teacher would be here tomorrow and his
and Denny's schooling would be starting.  Davey said he had forgotten all
about it and suggested maybe it should be delayed for a week or two.  Both
Dad and Uncle Ted laughed.  As they were leaving, Uncle Ted turned to us.

"By the way, if you two decide to use the sliding panel, for your night
time visits, make sure you close it.  There is quite a draft when it's left
open."  he said.  He closed the door as he left.

Davey and I started to laugh.  We should know very little slips by either
of our Dads, even if they don't have the benefit of our gifts.  We sat for
quite a while, listening to the CD and then we played a game of Nintendo.
I won, but Davey played a good game.  I went over and lay down on my bed.
Davey came over and stood by the side of the bed.  I suggested maybe he
should lay down beside me for a while and make sure this bed was as
comfortable as the bed at the `cabin' had been.  He got a big smile on his
face as he climbed onto the bed beside me.

"You want to play around a little tonight, before you go to bed ?"  I asked
him.

"No."  he answered and I felt immediately disappointed.  "I want to play
around a lot."  He told me with a big smile.  I leaned over and punched him
lightly on the arm.

"Davey, are we in love ?"  I asked him.  He stopped and thought for a
minute.

"I love you," he told me, "because you are my brother.  The same way I love
Denny."

"I'm glad," I confessed, "because I feel the same way about you.  I just
didn't know if, because we enjoy having sex with each other, it meant we
were in love."

"No, I don't think it's like that."  Davey said.  "Sex can feel good with
anyone, even just with yourself.  It's special when you have feelings for
someone, like you and I do, but it's really special when you are in love
with your partner."

"You mean, like with our Dads ?"  I questioned.

"Yes," he agreed, "they have that special feeling for each other.  Like
Jason and Dale and like Anson and Digger."

"Do you think Mr. Bailey is in love with Anson ?"  I asked.

"I think they are working things out right now, but they are well on their
way."  he answered.  "We are really lucky to have so many loving people
around us who are willing to share their love with us as well."

"Yeah."  I agreed.  "I sure hope I can spend more time here.  The way Dad
is now, I think he will have me come often."

"Jamie, I know you don't invade your Dad's thoughts," Davey said, "but how
would you feel if he asked you to come and live with him.  With us all."

I didn't even have to think about his question.  "In a minute."  I said.
"I would give just about anything to live here permanently and I hope it
will soon happen."  I was really encouraged by Davey suggesting this,
because I knew Davey often knew what people were feeling and how they were
going to act.  I reached over and slowly stroked Davey's upper leg, under
his robe.  He sighed and I moved my hand up and stroked his balls and sac.
He had a few hairs on his sac and I played with them.  His sac was always
so loose and pliable that it moved around freely and even with his big
balls, there was lots of room for them to move.

He was laying back enjoying the feelings my hand was causing.  I moved up
into the hair above his pecker.  It was always nice running my fingers
through it and I hoped when I had finished growing, mine would be thick and
plentiful like his.  I moved my hand up and undid the belt of his robe,
pulling the sides apart so his body was fully exposed to me.  I could see
the crown of his pecker was wet and there was moisture sitting in the slit
on top.  He made me turn around on the bed so he could reach me as well.
Davey had never commented on my equipment being so much less than his and I
wished I would grow soon so he could have as much to enjoy as I had with
him.

We did not need to stroke each other to extend our rods, as both were at
their maximum, before they were even touched.  We both started licking and
sucking and were well headed into the final stretch.  Suddenly, we both
just stopped and sat up on the bed at the same time.  We looked at each
other.

"DENNY !"  we both said at once and ran for the door to the hallway.  When
we reached Davey's room and went in, Denny's bed was empty.  We heard a
noise from the bathroom and running over to the door, turned on the light.
Denny lay on the floor, by the toilet, unconscious.  There was vomit all
over the floor.  Davey raced to the telephone and pressed a button.

"Dad," he said into the receiver, "come quickly.  Denny's dying.


Digger - Monday morning

I've never been in love.  Until now.  I've also never been two nights with
a man without screwing him.  Until now.  The thing is, although I would
really like to make love with Anson, just being with him has been enough.
We've had sex, lots of it.  For a virgin, who's just starting out, this
man, my man, has to be a natural talent.  He has done things to me and with
me, that have given me feelings like no one else ever has.  I get so
involved with him, I practically lose myself in him.  He is so strong and
handsome and beautiful and all he wants is to belong to me.  Sometimes
having him, is the only thing in the world important to me and yet the
responsibility of having him, as mine, seems so gigantic.  Maybe that is
the part of love I have never felt before.  The responsibility of caring
for another person as much, if not more than for myself.

After we had the discussion with Jason and Dale on Saturday night, we went
to bed and talked.  We didn't chit chat, we really talked.  We talked about
what was important to each of us, we talked about what we expected from
each other. We talked about what we were prepared to give to each other.
And we were honest, damn, blunt honest.  We each had some things the other
didn't like and instead of skirting around them, we met them head on and
came to resolutions.  In the end, we understood each other and we now have
no reason to play games with each other.  We have decided, honesty above
all, even if it hurts.  We will help each other deal with the hurt.  I
believe Anson trusts me now and I now know what his absolute expectations
are.

All this and I still want him.  And he wants me.  Although we are staying
together this trip, we have discussed me having my own room, when I come
back on further visits and then finally to stay.  We are going to go at
this slowly and do not want to place ourselves in any awkward situations,
such as having a disagreement and my having no where to go separately to
give ourselves time to think things out.  And we expect to have some
disagreements, but I hope never to the point I need somewhere to go.  But
then sometimes alone time can be a constructive thing.  It can make you
appreciate being together.

We were laying together in bed on Sunday night, my first night in Anson's
room and apparently only his second, when he asked me the question.

"If I asked you, Digger, would you make love to me ?"  I knew what he
meant.  He didn't mean the sex we had enjoyed the last two nights.  He
meant all out, all the way, full penetration, home run, sexual intercourse.

"No."  I responded.  That's what I said and as a matter of fact, it was the
truth.

"That's what I though."  he responded.  "One of my limitations was I would
not have intercourse with a man, until I was in love with him and I
believed, he was in love with me.  We are agreed you are dominant in our
relationship.  Once I indicate to you my limitation has been met, it
becomes your decision as to when you will make love to me.  In the end it
will be your decision."

"Digger," he said, "I love you and I truly believe you love me."  I
realized he had just told me his limitation had been met.  It meant, the
ball was totally in my court now.