Date: Sat, 25 Aug 2001 11:36:10 -0400
From: LJB <readersstop@netscape.net>
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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 37

Anson - Friday morning

The extended weekend with Digger had been a real opportunity for us to
become more familiar with each other.  Everyone else seemed to be needed
for certain duties with Denny being sick, but I was left relatively free,
even with stopping in to see that all was well every couple hours.  Dale
and Jason were tied up with the new boy, Kevin and Jamie and Davey were
anxious about Denny and would not go far from him.  So, that left me with
little to do.  But I did have Digger to keep me occupied.  And he certainly
did do that.

We swam and rode the horses.  We had long walks in the gardens and went
into town for a quiet lunch or dinner.  We had time to sit and talk.  He
told me about his life.  Growing up in Australia, going to school and then
being in the Navy.  His problems with drinking.  I told him about the
isolation and loneliness of the farm.  My uncertainties growing up.  My
father's abuse.  We shared between us, good and bad.  And at night we
celebrated the good and consoled each other over the bad.  Through all
this, we still did not have intercourse.  I did not question or inquire, I
left it to Digger's discretion.  While I watched the plane take off on
Wednesday afternoon, I shed a few tears.  I was embarrassed Dean noticed,
but he just put his arm around my neck, pulling my head to his shoulder and
assured me they would return on Friday.

I spent the rest of Wednesday, Thursday and Friday involved in the security
arrangements for the big gala on Saturday.  I was teamed up with Brian, the
young Corporal from the Observation Room.  We met earlier in the week and
he seemed like a really nice guy.  Working with him was a new experience
for me in that he was a Corporal and I am a Lieutenant.  That made me the
senior man, not something I am use to.  I must say, he is a good worker and
followed through on tasks assigned to him without having to be checked on
and reminded..

During the time I worked with Brian, I found out he had a great interest in
Davey.  He asked me several times about things involving Davey and was a
little set back and disappointed when I told him Davey had just turned 14.
I also thought it strategic to let him know clearly, I thought of Davey and
Denny as my little brothers and I kept a very close eye on them.  He seemed
to get the message and his ardor cooled a little, although his interest was
still very evident.  I did learn, he lived with his mother and two younger
brothers and he was the main means of support for the household.  He had
been working since high school and continued to do so, during his time at
Community College.  I admired him for his keen sense of family and his
determination.  He also looked on his job with McAdams Corp. as a career
and had plans on remaining permanently with the Corp., working his way up
through the ranks.

"Anson, can I ask you something, which is likely none of my business,
without you being angry with me ?"  he asked me Thursday morning.

"I won't get angry at anything you ask me, Brian."  I told him.  "But if
it's none of your business, I may tell you so.  Will that make you angry ?"

"No."  he responded.  "I'm just trying to straighten out some things in my
own mind."

"Then your best not to skirt an issue with twenty questions, when one
direct question may get the answer you need."  I advised him.

"Dale and Jason have a suite together."  he said. "I think there's only one
bedroom.  Are they gay ?"

"Yes."  I responded.  "They are in a permanent relationship."

"Gee, that's cool."  he replied.  "You couldn't tell about either one of
them, if you didn't know.  Are there any other gays around here ?"

"That, would be none of your business."  I said.

"I'm sorry."  He hung his head and I could see a blush run up his neck to
his face.  "I just wondered, if it bothered you any, working with gay men
?"

"Not in the least."  I stated.  "Does it bother you, knowing some of the
men you work with, may be gay ?"

"Oh. no."  he burst out.  "I think it's gre........er, I mean interesting."
He had caught his enthusiasm and muted it, to a controlled response.

"It must be hard for a gay man to work around studs like Dale and Jason and
Ted and Dean and Davey, trying not to show any interest or reaction to
them."  I commented.

"And you too."  he muttered.  Realizing what he'd said, he looked up at me,
almost ready to cry.  He could see that I knew.

"You won't tell, will you ?"  he almost whispered.  "I'm so afraid I'd lose
my job, if the wrong people knew."

:I won't tell, but you should."  I advised him.  "Your peace of mind would
improve your life greatly, if you had this discussion with Dale or Ted.  I
would go with you, if you wanted.  Let me tell you, there is nothing Ted
doesn't know about someone, before he hires them.  The thing they all
appreciate more than almost anything else, is honesty."

"Let me think about it."  he asked.  "I could never talk to Ted, but maybe
with Dale......"  We left our conversation hanging.

Laying in bed on Thursday night, the conversation with Brian kept running
through my mind.  I couldn't help wondering how experienced he was.  He did
not seem to have the confidence and self assurance in his sexuality I
imagined an experienced, gay male would have.  Dale had it, and so did
Jason. Ted, Dean and Tim had it Even Kevin seemed to have it, much to my
surprise.  It was a sense of knowing who they were and what they wanted.
Digger most certainly had it, but I didn't and Brian didn't seem to either.
As I thought more about Brian and his handsome body, my stick popped up and
started to drool.  I really would like to jerk off, but Digger had told me
I wasn't to touch it, other than to pee and wash.  And I was not allowed to
cum.  I would obey him, so it would just have to stand there and throb and
drool, while I tried to go to sleep.  Digger had better get here in time to
satisfy me before the dinner party, or my suit was going to be taking on a
very noticeable and undesired shape.


Digger - Friday afternoon

Anson and I had been walking through the `castle' from our room to the back
of the building, where we were loading to go out to the airstrip, on
Wednesday afternoon.  He was carrying my overnight bag, with a few small
items in it, I wanted to keep with me.  I had my jacket slung over one arm.
As we passed a ground floor restroom, I grabbed his elbow and swung him
into the little room.  I locked the door and pushing him tight against the
wall, grabbed him around his waist and kissed him deep and long, pushing my
tongue deep into his throat for him to suck.  Backing up slightly from his
body, I slid my arms back to his front and unfastened his pants, pushing
them and his underwear down his thighs, where they dropped to his knees.

Breaking our kiss, I spun him around, so his back was held tight to my
chest with my left hand, which had slid up under his shirt and was now
squeezing his nipple unmercifully.  My right hand grasped his hard cock and
I masturbated him, holding it firmly and pumping quickly.  He barely had
time to arch his back and moan, before he flooded the wall in front of him
with his thick, white cream.  I continued to pump him, slower, until the
last of his juice had rolled out onto the side of my hand and then I let
him turn to watch me lick it into my mouth.  I kissed him again, this time
sucking his tongue into me.

"We have to get going."  I told him as he pulled up his shorts and pants.
"While I'm away, I don't want you touching that weapon, except to pee and
wash.  Your not to cum, under any circumstances.  Do you understand ?"

"Yes, Sir."  was his simple acknowledgment.

He didn't ask about relieving me.  He knew, if I had wanted it, I would
have told him.  Instead, he quickly wiped up the wall with some paper
towels, we picked up the articles we had dropped on the floor and were off
to meet the others.

Dean and Jamie were waiting for us, so as soon as we arrived, we climbed
into the people transport and rode out to the airstrip.  When we arrived,
Anson and I gave each other a hug and I shook hands with Dean, thanking him
for the wonderful trip.  Jamie hugged and kissed his Dad and then gave
Anson a big hug.  We climbed onboard the plane and a few minutes later we
were off the ground.

Jamie talked about the good times he had and asked me about the things I
had enjoyed.  I told him what I thought it was appropriate for a thirteen
year old to hear.  He just smiled, broadly, at me the whole time we talked.

"You don't need to be embarrassed, Mr. Bailey."  he finally assured me.
"Davey and I were doing most everything you and Anson were doing and I
thought it was terrific, too."  I'm sure, I turned every shade of red known
to man.  I didn't think I could be embarrassed anymore, but this young pup
was managing with no effort at all.

"It was really nice of your Dad to invite me to come back this coming
weekend for your Birthday celebration."  I tried to change the subject.

"I know who you are, Mr. Bailey."  Jamie told me.  "I've known for some
amount of time.  I just wasn't certain how to let you know, or if it was
the best thing to do.  I really appreciate how well you have looked after
me while I've been at school.  Will you continue to be with me, when we go
home for good ?"

"Being with you this year has been a pleasure."  I replied.  "I will stay
with the security team and be one of the people looking after your safety.
You will still be my main assignment, but I will also help the other boys."

"That's good."  he said.  "We all like you and I don't think Anson would be
at all happy, if you did not come back.  In fact, I think he would be very
sad."  I just smiled at him, realizing I could have kissed Anson back at
the airstrip and he would have understood.

"You've changed, Jamie.  You're not the young boy who I left with last
Friday."  I observed.

"Yes, Sir."  he answered.  "Being with Davey and the other boys, I've come
to understand a lot about myself, I didn't understand before.  I believe
this will all be for the better."  The change in him was almost tangible.
You could almost reach out and touch the blanket of maturity in which he
was now clothed.  The boy had become a young man.

Life at the school was the same for the next two days, but Jamie wasn't.
The other boys, who had virtually all ignored him through the school year,
seemed to be drawn to him, as if he were a magnet.  Each of them seemed to
find qualities in him, they respected and desired.  Proctors were coming to
him, seeking advise.  None of this attention had any effect on him.  He was
friendly, kind, tolerant and handled each person with respect and patience.
The teaching masters were also taken with his new persona and all of them,
to a man, showed him a respect, not normally provided to their students.

I spent the two days and more importantly, the two nights, cleaning up my
relationships.  Each of my group of admirers made appointments to come and
serve me, but when they arrived, I told them I could no longer accept their
services.  I did however fix up my butch, little, 19 year old, kitchen
helper with the 23 year old math instructor and two other slaves.  All
seemed to be very pleased with the arrangements and I was pretty sure with
his endless energy, each would have his needs satisfied on a regular basis.

I heard a rumour in the locker room, some of the boys were discussing on
Friday morning.  It seems Jamie was seen going into the room of a certain
16 year old Proctor late last night, supposedly invited to provide a bit of
sage advice on a matter of some importance.  According to Jamie's roommate,
he had not returned during the night.  Neither one of them had been seen
again, until they were showering this morning, when some of the other boys
got to the shower room.  The rumour included an observation Jamie had been
smiling all morning and the Proctor apparently had a bit of a problem
sitting comfortably at the breakfast table and in his classes.  When I
mentioned the rumour to Jamie during the plane ride this afternoon, I like
the others, got only a big, satisfied smile.

The plane set down at the airstrip just before 3:p.m. and the whole gang
was there to meet us.  Anson gave me a big, `welcome home' kiss in front of
everyone, but no one seemed to take any notice, except the new guy, Brian,
looked a little startled.  I got hugs from Ted and the two younger boys and
had a firm handshake from Kevin.  Jamie was swarmed.  The other three boys
encircled him in a massive, group hug.  His Dad even had to wait, but
eventually got his hugs and kisses, as did Ted and Dale.  Jason, Anson and
Brian, all got hugs.  On the ride back to the `castle', I sat next to Ted
and filled him in on everything that had happened.


Brian Taylor - Friday afternoon

A week ago, I spent a sleepless night, contemplating the end of my career
hopes and unemployment.  I had no idea of how we were going to manage.  Mom
worked part-time, but she was needed at home, looking after Gus and Len.
When you're 8 years old, like Gus, you need a parent or someone responsible
to be at home for you.  Even at 14, Len still needed supervision.  I knew,
`cause I had been 14 at home with none.  Of course I had a 7 and 1 year old
to look after back then.  I think that's more demanding than just having
adult supervision.  Dad had been killed before Gus was even born.  There
was only a little insurance, so Mom had to work, just like I did once I was
16.

We didn't have a whole bunch of things as I grew up, but we were
comfortable, fed and loved.  I loved my brothers more than anything else in
the world.  And now, we were going to lose the first real security we'd had
in over eight years and it was my own fault.  I had gone along with what I
felt was wrong and now my neck was on the chopping block.  Sometimes I
could be a real ass.  I just knew, when we met the Chief of Security, we
were gone.  And it was going to be him, who brought the ax down.

I had seen him around a couple times in the past week.  I knew he was new
and I knew, he was part of the main team at the `castle'.  I had only
recently been assigned there, after doing security patrol for four months.
The first time I saw him, I just stood and stared.  He was gorgeous.  He
must have been several years older than me.  He had soft brown hair, which
went just perfectly with his soft brown eyes.  He was clean shaven, without
even a trace of a shadow and he was built like a weight lifter, muscular
all over.  You could see them ripple under his clothing, when he moved.
His angular jaw and classic nose gave him a handsome appearance that
screamed "masculine" at you.  I was instantly in lust.

When he came in to collect the boy, Kevin, on Sunday afternoon, I couldn't
believe my luck at getting a close up look at him.  He was everything I had
seen plus imagined.  The male testosterone oozing from him, made my blood
boil and then turned it to ice, when I realized he was an angry Captain,
about to crush my world.  I just about wet myself when he raised his voice.
Harold told me all along, not to worry.  He was sure he had more influence
with the "Chief", than this new guy.  The Captain came along while we were
in the Waiting Room, ready for the review with the Chief.  I could only
hang my head while we waited.  The Chief had listened to both of us.
Harold tried to pull his, "you know me", bull shit.  I just admitted I was
wrong, ready to accept the consequences.  When the Chief made it clear that
the Captain was the one in charge, I knew we were done.  I almost cried as
I imagined my life going down the drain.

After the Captain spoke, I thought there was something wrong with me.  I
thought he had just given me more responsibility and another chance to
prove myself.  I was outside before I actually realized it was true.  I
still had my job, I still had my opportunities.  I saw him walking across
the garden and just had to thank him.  I called out to him and he stopped
and waited for me.  He just told me not to disappoint him again.  No
lecture, no turning of the knife that had been in my gut the past day, just
not to disappoint him again.  He also said I was to call him, "Dale".
After he walked away from me, he stopped and called me over.  I was to go
with him.

We met a group out behind the gardens.  I recognized most of those present.
I certainly knew Kevin and lost no time apologizing for the way he had been
treated yesterday.  He just passed it off.  No anger, no revenge, just
accepting me as a new friend.  I had met everyone and then along came
Davey.  He was really something special.  I felt drawn to him immediately.
He must have been 17 or 18, with blonde hair and about 5'6".  A handsome
face and fantastic build.  I felt excited just watching him hurry over to
the group.  I forced my attention back to talking with Kevin and when we
climbed in the people transport, I sat with Kevin.

The transport took us out to the stables.  It was when we arrived, I found
out we were going riding.  I had never been up close to a horse, let alone
ridden one.  I quietly passed this information along to Kevin.  He was
pleased as he could be.  He hadn't ridden before either and was overjoyed
to have someone else available to take the attention off his inability.
Everyone ended up being very nice and helpful.  Anson took charge of Kevin
and me and coached us through the entire adventure.  We ended up having a
great time.  When we returned to the stable after our ride, I must admit, I
was starting to really feel all the places my body met the saddle.  Sitting
on the transport bench as we traveled back to the `castle' was a new
experience.  I'm sure I felt every little bump and hole in the road.  I sat
with Anson and Kevin and luckily Kevin was in the same condition.  Anson
teased us that we needed to find someone willing to rub the sore areas.
Dale and Davey flashed into my mind before I even had time to think.  If
only I could.

When we unloaded at the gardens, Dale came over and told me, everyone was
headed in to the showers, to lose some of the stable odour and then they
were going to have lunch.  He told me, a change of clothing was needed, but
before I could explain I had nothing with me, he said Anson would be taking
me to his room and lending me some things to wear.  It sounded like a
better idea, than taking this smell into my already old, smelly car, so we
headed into the locker room.  All of a sudden, I realized this was high
school all over again.  I was going to be in the showers with seven very
sexy, appealing guys.

Everybody stripped and chucked their clothes into the laundry hampers.
Anson told me to do the same and the items would be cleaned and available
tomorrow morning.  We all headed into the shower room.  There was so much
to look at and so little time.  All were handsome, well built, super hung,
male perfection.  I tried not to be too obvious in my glances, but every
time I looked in any direction, I was met with visions of maleness in
absolute perfection and variety.  My mind alternated, between admiring
these beautiful, perfect forms and thoughts of bloody traffic accidents, to
control my obvious reaction to this stimulation.  When we were out and
dried, there were fluffy, white robes for us to wear.  Anson took Digger
and myself upstairs to his room.  Digger was visiting from out of town and
had his suitcase in Anson's room.  I had not been in any of these rooms
before and was really impressed with how nice this one was.  It had
everything you would want in a bachelor apartment.  The clothes Anson
offered were a little large for me, but quite wearable.  He even had a new
package of underwear he said need not be returned.  I promised to return
the clothing tomorrow.  He said just to bring them in and throw them in any
laundry hamper.

When we reached the cafeteria, the group ate together.  Mr. Tanner came and
joined us and everyone asked how the little boy, Denny, was doing.  I had
heard from Kevin he was sick.  The younger guys all spent the rest of lunch
telling Mr. Tanner, I was told to call him Ted, about the ride we had been
on.  They really seemed to have enjoyed it as much as I had.  After lunch,
everyone split off to do what they needed to.  I headed home to be there
before my brothers got home from school..

The rest of my week was spent working with Anson on security arrangements
for the gala birthday celebration on Saturday.  I found myself included in
a `family' meeting on Wednesday morning which updated information for
everyone.  I met Tim Wright, the new Teacher at that time.  Anson and I got
along really well.  I was comfortable working for him.  If he wanted
something done, he gave precise instructions, so there was never a question
about what he wanted.  We talked quite a bit over the three or four days.
Friday morning we had a talk.  I started out trying to get some information
about who around here is gay and ended up with him knowing I am.  I'm still
not quite sure how it happened.  Anson says I should not be concerned and
should make it known to Dale or even Ted.  I'm still not too sure about
going that far, but I trust Anson and maybe he's right.