Date: Sun, 08 Jul 2001 21:32:03 -0400
From: LJB  <readersstop@netscape.net>
Subject: To Fulfill a Prophesy Section 4 (LJB)(MM BB Bb 1st anal oral
    teen1bteen2b slow)( 4/60)

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 have encouraged me to
continue with the presentation of this series.

Hope that you continue to enjoy.       LJB



To Fulfill a Prophesy

Section 4


Dean - Sunday morning

 "Come on lazy bones.  Move your butt.  Mr. Chen dropped off a couple
suitcases and a change of suits, so we have clean clothes."  These joyful
words pierced the darkness of my sleep.  Peeking through one slowly opening
eyelid, I saw Ted, up and fresh from the shower.

"We have a meeting with Brad in half an hour.  I checked Davey on the
closed circuit and he's napping, off and on." Ted continued.  I didn't move
and before I knew what was happening, Ted grabbed the blankets off of me
and whisked them onto the floor, leaving my bare butt up for inspection.
He then grabbed my sides and tickled me.  I howled and getting free from
him, raced into the bathroom.

Splashing some water on my face, I called out to him, "You and I need to
have a talk, alone and uninterrupted."

"Yea, what about ?" he called back.

"I want to know why you and I never have had a single discussion about
sex." I said.  There was total silence from the other room.  "Ted," I
called, "are you still there ?  Did you hear me ?"

"I heard you, Boss." came his voice quietly, startling me from where he was
standing in the doorway, "I thought your father had told you everything you
wanted to know about the subject."  I turned and scowled at him.

"I'm serious."  I assured him.

Scowling back at me, he replied, "Make sure you don't ask questions, unless
you're positive you want to hear the answers.."  With that, he turned and
went out into the security room.  A minute later, he called to me, "David
is awake on the monitor, Dean.  Let's go in and check him out before Brad
arrives."  Oh, Oh, I thought to myself. ` David', `Dean'.  That's not how
Ted normally talks.  I've really pissed him off somehow this time .  It had
been really good to see Brad again.  We did not cross paths very often,
even though he was our Corporate Counsel.  He had a staff of attorneys, who
looked after the day-to-day necessities and he pretty well, directed
activities from his office.  He was however, my personal attorney and on
the occasions, I needed personal legal services, he was my man.  Brad had
come into our corporate offices, directly out of Law School.  The fact, he
had been my college roommate for three years and my father, regarded him as
part of our family, might have given him a bit of an edge.  He really
didn't need any edge though, because he had a very capable and brilliant
legal mind.

In college, Brad and I had been lovers for a period.  We knew from the
start, our affair would not last.  For him, it was an experiment in
sexuality, satisfying his bi-sexual cravings.  For me, it was an affair of
convenience.  It was a relationship, which allowed us each to satisfy our
late teen libidos, without running the risks of promiscuity, or promoting
gossip.  We loved each other with lust and fervor, but eventually found,
our lasting love would be as friends.  I had cut myself off from Brad over
the past few years, just like all my other friends and I was now starting
to realize, why loneliness and a sense of being miserable, had become major
components in my life.  It was just dawning on me that this was so and I
still hadn't figured out why.

We had a plan and course of action outlined.  Ted, Brad and I sat in the
quiet comfort of the conference area of the security suite and decided on
goals.  I wanted first to obtain legal guardianship of Davey.  The first
step in that process, would be to ask if he would agree.  For some reason,
I knew not to worry about that.  Next, Davey would have to tell us his real
name, so we could petition the court for his custody.  We would then have
to deal with objections or obstacles, but that would happen when the time
came.  My second goal, was to re-establish and improve my relationship with
my son, Jamie.  If he proved willing, I wanted him to come and live with
us, on a full time basis.  I had already declared my intention to reduce my
work load drastically and let some of the very capable people who worked
for me fill in my absence.

"I really wonder how Jamie is making out at this private school.  I mean
actually, not just his impression." I had said in passing, while sitting
with Brad and Ted.

"If you really want to know, ask me." Ted responded.  I gave him an evil
eye.

"What have you been up to, that I don't know about ?" I queried.

"You really don't want to ask me that, but if you want to know about Jamie,
you're going to have to ask me." Ted teased.

"All right, I give up.  Ted, how is my son, Jamie, making out at the
private school, that he started attending last Fall ?" I questioned.

"Well, according to my man, he has a hard time interacting and forming
relationships with the other boys, but is a good student.  He seems
depressed, most of the time and I arranged for him to get some counseling
last winter, to help him through some rough times.  It did help.  He
achieves, but seems to take little personal pleasure in his achievements.
His marks are adequate, but not anywhere near his potential.  He is a good
athlete and participates in just about every sport that is offered, kind of
like his Dad.  Jamie is on the swimming team and they placed second at a
meet this past weekend.  He is a good looking boy, and has grown 2 inches
in the last three months.  And he has a smart mouth and a temper, that
sometimes put him in awkward situations with adults and his peers.  Do you
want to know about his sexual activities, too ?" Ted queried.  At the last
question, Ted got a big smile on his face and gave me a wink.

"Yes," I replied, "but don't tell me."

"How do you know all that ?" Brad asked.  "Don't tell me, if it involves
anything illegal." he added.  Ted assured us both, it was all quite legal.
Brenda had always refused security protection from us, preferring to use
her home system and her own household staff.  When Ted learned, Jamie was
going to boarding school, he realized, Brenda could not afford security for
Jamie, so Ted arranged, for one of his men to hire on at the school, as an
Athletics and Judo Instructor.  The Head Master, very cooperatively
arranged, that Jamie would be in this instructor's classes and our guy,
kept an eye on him at other times as well.  Ted got weekly reports and
Jamie had protection, about which no one else knew.

"Why didn't you tell me ?" I asked.

"When you wanted to know, I knew you would ask me.  And you did." Ted said,
looking at me, straight into my eyes.

It was slowly starting to dawn on me, just how narrow and closed my life
has been, for a long time and how much, this man was responsible for
holding my world together.  I really did, need to talk with him and that
need was rapidly becoming one of my chief priorities.  It was now 3:15
p.m., Sunday afternoon and we were meeting with Dale and Jason at 5
o'clock.  In the interim, we needed to talk with Davey.

"Hey, guy." I greeted Davey as we walked into his room.

"Hey, yourself." he responded, giving us one of those smiles, we were
getting so use to seeing from him.

"Davey, this is Brad.  He is a very old friend of mine and he is also my
lawyer." I said.

"Well, he doesn't look all that old."  Davey joked, and we all chuckled.

"Davey, Brad is here to do some work for me.  The work involves you.  I
want to petition the court, first thing tomorrow morning, to make me your
guardian.  To be able to do that, we need two things from you.  The first
thing we need, is your agreement that you are willing for me to be your
guardian.  The second is your full and proper legal name." I told Davey.
He was very patient, while I told him these things.  He waited a moment, as
if to give me a chance to say anything more, that I wanted.

He then replied, "You already know, I would be happy to be anywhere with
either you or Ted, so yes, I want you to be my guardian.  My full name is
David Graham Curry."  Brad made a note in his book and then said his `good
byes', to each of us.  He gave me a hug and the last thing, he said to me
before leaving, was that he was so glad to see me doing so much better.  I
wasn't sure how to take that remark and just smiled at him and said thanks.
When I turned and glanced at Ted, he was watching me, again.

I turned back to Davey and asked, if he was feeling strong enough now to
have a talk.  He said he was, so Ted and I pulled some chairs over to the
bed and sat.  I asked Davey to tell us about himself.

"I'm not very interesting.  I just turned 14, but I guess Ted told you
that.  I've been living on the streets for about two months, this time.
I'm lucky the weather is warmer now.  Someone took my jacket about a week
ago, so I just had the clothes I had on last night left.  I've been
sleeping under a bridge, with a few other people, at night, for about a
month now.  That's where I was headed, when those two jerks grabbed me last
night.  I've been in foster homes most of my life.  My Mom died from an
overdose when I was 5.  I don't know who my father was.  I've been in about
20 different homes.  I'm gay you know ?  Oh yeah, you would know that."

"Why did you leave your last foster home, to live on the street ?" Ted
asked in a gentle voice.

"The place had six of us living there.  Four of the guys were older and
bigger than me.  I was having to blow two or three of them every night.
Then one night, they decided they were going to butt fuck me.  I cried and
carried on and eventually the biggest one, made them leave me alone.  I
knew though, that it was just a matter of time, until he would want my ass,
as a price to protect it from the others, or the others would get me when
he wasn't around, so I split.  I haven't ever had a dick in my ass and I'm
not gonna, until I find someone I really love."

"The police told us you were prostituting, Davey."  I said.

"Yea.  I admit it.  I blow guys for money sometimes, when I haven't eaten
for a few days, or sometimes someone will want to pay to blow me.  I'm
lucky, I started to shoot cum when I was 12, so sometimes all a guy wants
is to watch me jerk off.  I don't mind doing it, like I said, I'm gay
anyway.  I even stuck my cock in some guy's butt once.  Sometimes some of
the cops get me to blow them, so they won't turn me over to juvy authority.
That cop last night was one I've done.  I don't think he wanted me talking
to anyone."

"Davey," I said, "I really appreciate, that you've been so honest with us.
I can promise, you will never have to do anything with anyone that you
don't want, as long as Ted, or I have anything to say about it.  You are
safe now and we both care a great deal about you."

"I know." he responded.  "I knew, they would have killed me last night.
They grabbed me as I walked past them and dragged me into the garage, as
the door was closing after someone had driven out.  After they hit me a few
times, they took my money.  When it was only $20, the one guy got really
mad and kicked my leg out from under me.  The other one jumped on my arm.
They then said, if they couldn't get enough out of me in money, they'd take
what they wanted out on my ass.  That's when they pulled off my clothes.
They were mad, when I couldn't get on my hands and knees for them to fuck
,because of my leg and arm.  That's when they started kicking me and hit me
a few more times. I figured I would be dead in a couple more minutes, if
you didn't get there in time.  Then you stopped them, Dean."  As he related
his story, tears started streaming down his face.  Ted and I both got up
and wrapped our arms around him from separate sides of the bed.

"It's all right, son." Ted said to him.  "No one is going to hurt you any
more."  We both stayed, holding him while he settled down and then, we sat
with him a few more minutes, while he drifted off for a nap, again.

"I'd like a few minutes with those bastards." Ted muttered as we walked
back into the security suite.

"We're going to make sure, they don't hurt anyone ever again." I assured
him.

We each took a sandwich and a beer from the refrigerator and sat down for a
quick bite before my two new shadows made their 5:00 appearance.