Date: Sat, 01 Sep 2001 01:18:14 -0400
From: LJB <readersstop@netscape.net>
Subject: To Fulfill a Prophesy Section 48 (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 mind-blowing 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 do not usually acknowledge e-mails, instead using my time to write.
I do appreciate hearing from you.
Hope that you continue enjoying the story.       LJB

To Fulfill a Prophesy


Section 48


Denny - Saturday morning

I like Saturdays, `cause breakfast is served right `til lunch time and you
can go back for seconds later on.  I like to get there first thing, when
everything is just made and you can pick from all the items.  If you are a
little later, some of the things will be gone, like all the bananas.  I got
it worked out, now.  Gerry, one of the cooks, puts away a banana for me
every morning, when they first come to the kitchen, so I know where to find
one every day.  I don't tell anybody about that, `cause I don't want him to
get in any trouble.  Besides, if Davey knew, you can bet my banana would
start to disappear.  I've seen him followin' me, to see where I get it.

At Saturday breakfast, everyone usually says what they would like to do.
Or sometimes, there are things we find out we have to do.  This morning,
Dad said all the sons and Anson had to meet him at the garage area at 2
o'clock.  Anyone else is welcome, but we HAVE to be there.  He says, Jamie
doesn't get out of it, even though he'll be at school next week.  Uncle
Dean was going to be taking Jamie somewhere this morning, but they'll be
back in time.  Dad was taking Davey over to Brian's house.  Kevin and Tim
were going somewhere with Anson and Digger, so I figured Dale and Jason
were stuck with me.  Dad said `no', I was going with him, too, Dale and
Jason got some time to themselves for some project they were doin'..

In the garage, there are about twenty different cars and vans and trucks.
They all belong to the estate, but certain people, drive certain cars, all
the time and those are referred to as their cars.  So when we say, `Mr.
Chen's car', we all think of the Venture van.  Dad, Uncle Dean and
Mr. Chen, all have cars, only they drive, the rest are used as needed, by
different people.  The garage area is not just for parking cars, either.
Our bikes and Kevin's dirt bike are there, the transports, we ride to and
from the airstrip and horse barns, are too.  There are also two service
bays, and two mechanics, who work there all the time.  The gardening
equipment is kept in another part of these buildings.

Today, Dad had arranged to use Mr. Chen's van.  Davey and I got in, him
calling `shotgun' first and sitting in the front with Dad.  I didn't care.
Once he was dropped off, I would have that seat for the rest of our trip.
We were at Brian's house by 9 o'clock and he was waiting for us, when we
got there.  Lenny and Gus were there, too.  Mrs. Taylor must have been out
somewhere, or still in bed.  Gus wanted to show me his room and Dad said,
we didn't have to hurry, so we went upstairs.  Lenny seemed in a miserable
mood and didn't want to come with us.  Gus and Lenny shared a room and it
was quite nice.  There were two beds in the room and a desk with a chair.
Two chests of drawers had things piled on them and the open clothes closet
was full of clothes, on hangers and shoes on the floor.  I thought, this
was a lot better than I use to have, before I came to live with Dad.

"It's not near as big as yours and Davey's room."  Gus commented.  "When
Brian moves, one of us might get his room."

"It's bigger than the room I use to have."  I said.  "Where is Brian going
to move ?"  Gus looked at me, as if I didn't know anything.

"He's going to live with Davey, don't you know ?  he asked.  "Davey made
him be queer and now he has to go and live with you guys."

"I don't think so, Gus."  I told him.  "Where did you hear that ?  I don't
think, Brian would have told you what you just said."

"Not Brian, Lenny told me."  Gus said.  "He heard Mom talking to Brian and
he says, Davey is going to take Brian away from us and he's not going to
let it happen.  He's going to make Davey leave Brian alone."  I left the
room and went back downstairs.  When I got there, everyone was sitting in
the living room.  They all looked at me, as I came down the steps and as I
made eye contact with each of them, I sent the memory of what had just
happened, to each one.

"Wow, what was that ?"  Len asked.

"That was what just happened upstairs, between Denny and Gus."  Davey said.

"I think you had better come along with us, Davey."  Dad told him.  "Brian
has some straightening out to do here and your presence could be very
distracting."

"It's up to you, Brian."  Davey said.  "I'll stay, if I can be any help."

"Good morning, everyone."  Mrs. Taylor called, as she came in the door.
"I'm sorry I wasn't here, when you arrived, but I'm so glad I came back
before you left.  I just had to run down to...........What's wrong ?"  She
stopped in mid-sentence, as she saw the look on Brian's face.

"Look Denny in the eye, Mom."  Brian told her.  Not knowing what was
happening, she looked around at everyone before she finally locked eyes
with me.  I flashed the memory to her.

"Oh, my God."  she gasped.  "How......."  She looked at Dad and then at
Brian.

"That doesn't matter right now, Mom."  Brian said.  "I told you there would
be things I couldn't tell you, or explain.  The problem right now is with
Lenny."

"Me!!"  Lenny shouted out.  "With what he is doing to you, you think I'm
the problem ?"  The rage in his voice was apparent.  He would have run out
of the room, if I'd have let him move, but he was frozen in place.
Everyone else just stood where they were, unsure of what to do.

"Go over and sit with your Mom."  I instructed Gus, still holding his hand
and leading him down the rest of the stairs.  I took him over to where his
Mother was standing and had him stand beside her.  "You two, stand beside
Lenny."  I told Davey and Brian.  They moved where I indicated.  "Now look
at my eyes."  Lenny tried to resist, but I insisted with my mind.  A few
seconds later, it was over.

"Thank you, Denny."  my brother said.

"Yes, thank you."  Brian echoed.

"You want to go out and see our back yard ?"  Gus asked me.  We both ran
out the front door.


Ted - Saturday afternoon

Len stepped backward and sat in the chair where he had been sitting, before
this almost argument had started.  His face was totally drained, with no
emotion of any kind showing on it.  Brian and Davey crouched down on either
side of him.  He looked first, at one of them and then, at the other.

"I didn't know."  he told them.  "I didn't realize.  I was just hurt,
because I thought you would leave us and forget about us."

"Lenny," Davey said, "You're not losing your brother, you're gaining four
more and likely a couple Dads as well."

"I could never forget about you guys, Len."  Brian assured him.  "You guys
are a part of me, kind of like breathing.  I couldn't go very long without
a dose of you and Gus."  He rumpled Lenny's hair and then hugged him.

"What happened ?"  Lily asked.  "Whatever it was, it was over so quick."

"Lily."  I addressed her.  "You have seen several things here today, which
you should never have seen.  As you're around our boys more, you're going
to see more.  I can only ask you to keep it to yourself.  If you feel you
need to talk about it at any time, come and see me, or call me and I will
come to you."

"What could I possibly say to anyone ?"  she asked.  "I don't know what
happened.  I don't understand any of it."

"Mrs. Taylor," Davey addressed her, "My brother, Denny, has some very
special mental abilities.  He is very talented, but we must protect him,
from others finding out about him.  He is too young for all the notoriety."

"I can understand that," she affirmed, "but what happened here ?"

"Denny first flashed a problem to all of us, he had encountered while
talking with Gus."  Davey clarified.  "That is what you saw, when you
looked into Denny's eyes.  He then resolved the problem, before it became a
major issue for everyone.  He took the three of us and in those few
seconds, he showed us many of the hardships, gays and gay couples undergo,
because of social and religious prejudice.  Then we saw a capsule of my
life, as I discussed it with you and Brian, except this time it was in
living colour.  It included the beatings and the assault.  He let us
experience Brian's feelings for me and mine for him.  The end was flashes
of the two of us together, over the next fifty years."

"I didn't know, I really didn't know."  Lenny repeated.  He got up and
hugged Brian and then Davey.  "I hope someday, I will feel about someone,
the way you feel about each other.  I love you , Brian, but differently
than Davey does."

"You will eventually find someone of your own, Len."  Davey assured him.
"Until then, we are all here for you.  You never need to be alone."  With
everything settling here, I had things to do yet.  I called Denny.

"Dad, can Gus come with us ?"  Denny asked.  I didn't have a problem with
that and neither did Lily.  Brian could pick him up, when he brought Davey
home.  Better yet, I invited Lily to bring Len for dinner with the family
and meet Brian and Gus at our place.  Making sure my two little men didn't
need a trip to the bathroom, we were off.

We made a stop at K-Mart and picked up some items from the camping section
of the store.  There were Coleman lanterns, a Coleman stove, tent pegs, two
dome tents and other miscellaneous items.  We also bought a cooking utensil
set and a set of cooking pots.  A quick trip to house wares, found a couple
sets of unbreakable dish ware, some storage containers, sets of eating
utensils, a cutting board and a set of sharp knives.  We took off again and
went to the recreational vehicle dealer and picked up the camper trailer
unit, which I had ordered.  Mr. Chen's vehicle has a trailer hitch and
electrical connectors and hitching up the trailer was no problem at all.
We then went home.

I parked the unit, out by the garage facilities and the boys and I walked
over to the `castle'.  Dean and Jamie had returned from their errands and
Jamie met up with Denny and Gus.  They decided to go swimming, until lunch
time and Dean and I thought, it would be a good idea for us all.  In the
dressing room, I reminded the boys to hang their clothes neatly, as there
was no reason we couldn't wear the same items, when we were done.  Jamie
spent most of his time, playing with the other two boys in the shallow end
and Dean and I had some time to talk.  I filled him in on the morning's
events.

"I had no idea, he was that effective."  I said.  "I knew, the others kept
referring to the fourth Guardian, but I just didn't relate it to what Denny
can be.  He took charge and once he did, nobody said a word, not even me.
When he was done, it was over.  He and Gus went out to explore and play,
just as if nothing had happened.  He recognized the potential of a danger
to Davey and he acted to resolve it.  It's as if he's the Guardian, if he
has to be and Denny, the rest of the time."

"I'm surprised, too."  Dean commented.  "It was a surprise in the first
place, to learn he was a Guardian, because to me, he is always just, Denny.
Now to have him do something like this, it just is so different from how he
has always come across."  We swam down to where the boys were playing.

"Denny."  I called him over to us.  "Denny, we've been talking and I
wondered, if you could tell me, why you decided to do what you did this
morning at Brian's house."  He stood and looked at us for a moment.

"Lenny had built himself up with so much wrong information and rage," he
explained, "he was ready to explode.  That placed Davey in danger.  I had
the choice of correcting the situation, or removing Lenny.  Davey can not
be placed in danger.  None of us can be in danger, or I must act.  Did I
make the wrong choice Dad ?  It's what you and Uncle Dean would have done."
I looked at Dean.  It was true.  He had disarmed the situation, just as
Dean or I would have tried to do.  And if that had not worked, I realized I
too, would have been "removing" Lenny.

"You did a fine job, Denny."  I praised him.  "We both are very pleased
with the choices you made today.  You protected Davey and you also
protected Brian's family.  That was a total win for everyone.  I would
appreciate you consulting me, before you go `removing' anyone."  He nodded,
gave us one of those terrific Denny smiles and went back to play with Gus
and Jamie.

"Does "removing" mean what I think it means ?"  Dean asked.  "Do you think
he can do that ?"

"It does."  I responded.  "And I do."


Davey - Sunday morning

Len was shaken.  He really didn't remember what had happened in the living
room, he only remembered, he was now resolved about Brian moving somewhere
else and he could understand, Brian wanted me as his partner.  He also knew
for certain, he loved his brother and what Brian wanted, Brian should have.
He deserved to be happy, having looked after him and Gus for so many years.
It had been made clear to him, Brian wasn't leaving them, he was only going
to be living somewhere else.  He wouldn't forget about them.

"I could never forget you two guys."  Brian had assured him.  "You are part
of me, like breathing.  I could never be away from you for very long."

Mrs. Taylor took Len with her shopping and for the first time ever, Brian
and I were totally alone.  We went upstairs to his room and lay down
together on his bed.  We lay quietly kissing, without speaking for a long
time.  He ran his hands up and down my back and butt as he lay on his back
and I lay partially on him.  I bent my knee and brought my leg up across
him, so my hard cock pressed against his hip and his was trapped against
his body, where my inner thigh lay across it.  We continued to kiss,
exploring each other, back and forth.  I began running my hand from his
neck to his thigh, encouraging his nipple to harden each time I passed over
it and delayed slightly to find it and roll it between my thumb and fore
finger.  Brian was kneading my butt with both hands, pulling and stretching
my cheeks as the tension between us mounted.

I pulled my lips from his and moved my head to the side of his, to gently
drag my tongue tip, around the edge of his ear and to nibble on the lobe.
He moaned softly as I teased him, tickling his ear with the tip of my
tongue.  On the next dip of my hand, down his chest and side, I raised my
leg slightly and brought my hand over his solid shaft and rubbed on it.

"You better watch it there, boy."  he said to me.  "That thing's loaded and
it's very liable to go off."

"I can live with that."  I replied, as I curled my fingers around him and
slowly stroked, up and down.

"Can we get away with this ?"  he asked.  "I thought we weren't suppose to
bring each other off.

"Dale said," I told him, "we could kiss, but no skin to skin contact.  Well
I'm not touching any skin."  Brian held my butt firmly and rolled to his
side, dragging me across him and onto my side.  I still had hold of his
shaft and now, with both of us on our sides facing each other, he released
my butt and reaching between us, rubbed his hand over my hardon.  It felt
terrific and we moaned quietly together.

"This is a bit better," I said, "but I don't think either one of us is
anxious to cum in our pants."

"No."  he agreed.  "I want to be with you so much, but I want our first
time to be really special.  Something to be remembered."  We stopped
stimulating each other and pressed together for a long passionate kiss,
while pressing our hips together.  Brian pulled himself up on his knees
beside me, pushing me onto my back.  He reached over to my waist and undid
my pants, then pulled them and my underwear to my knees.  He unfastened his
own pants and pushed his clothing to his knees.  He lay down beside me on
his side again.

"I want to watch you get off."  he said with a wicked gleam in his eye.
"I'll show you mine, if you show me yours."  I laughed at his joke, but
pulled up my shirt, grasped my bobbing cock and began to stroke.  I was
still having a problem doing this with my left hand, the cast continuing to
make my right very awkward.  I told Brian and he wrapped his right hand
around the outside of my left hand and steadied the stroke.

"I don't think anyone could object to this."  he suggested.  "We are
allowed to hold hands."  This was hot.  Laying there stroking with Brian's
help, while he was next to me, his cock rigid and oozing precum was too hot
for me to last long.  As I felt my nuts tighten up to my shaft and the
tingling start, I threw my head back and groaned, calling out his name,
over and over.  My cock spurted six or seven volleys which landed on me
from my pecs to my pubic bush.  A healthy load from a week of celibacy.

As I relaxed and the glow subsided, I looked down to see Brian stroking his
6 «", circumcised shaft.  Its dark, purplish head looked hard and shiny
as precum oozed from the slit and was quickly stroked over the derby crown.
He too, seemed to be close to climax, after having watched me reach mine.
I could see his balls draw up to the base of his shaft as he continued to
gaze at my face, his thoughts apparently centered on me.  The head of his
cock expanded and a torrent of pearly sperm sped from the tip of his shaft
onto my chest and belly, to mix with my own.  Brian produced about three
times as much fluid as I had and I appeared to have small rivers traveling
along the contours of my abdomen and running over my navel, into my forest
of pubic hair.

When his breathing returned to normal and he felt capable of controlling
his own movements again, Brian went and brought a towel to dry the liquids
from my chest and abdomen.  He slid back across me, allowing his softened
penis and dangling sac to drag across mine and again lay on his side beside
me.  We kissed again, this time just enjoying the feeling of holding each
other, in our semi-dressed state.  All too soon, it was time to leave to
keep our 1:15 appointment with Dale.

"Let me guess."  Dale said as we sat on the couch in the lounge area of
their suite.  "You find the restrictions too limiting and you want more all
ready."  He looked carefully at Brian and me as we sat patiently.  "By the
way, do you want something to drink ?"  he added.

"If you would loosen the restrictions some, we would be happy to go along
with it," I responded, "but that isn't exactly why we wanted to talk to
you.  And `no thanks', we just ate."  I sat and was pleased to see a little
bit of surprise show on Dale's face."

"We wanted to ask, what you expect us to learn from this first set of
instructions ?"  Brian told him.  "Davey says that you always have a
purpose behind what you do and we wondered, what we are supposed to gain
during this period."

"Nothing."  Dale said.  It took a moment for his face to break into a big
smile.  "You are suppose to learn to appreciate each other.  It is far too
easy, when you start a relationship, to jump right in and have sex, sex,
sex.  Eventually, you find that it is not enough.  Then you run the risk of
finding, you have no common interests, no common ground, no respect or
caring for each other.  We want you to find other things in each other.  We
want you to develop a rounded relationship in which sex is a component, not
the center.  This is also a time for you to learn, there are lots of ways
to appreciate each other physically.  Sticking your dick in an opening and
getting off is not the only way."

"Can we at least touch each other, say for a massage ?"  I asked.

"I take it you have the kissing down pretty well."  Dale commented.  "Yes,
you can touch.  You can even get each other off.  The only restriction now
is, no cocks in any holes.  And don't expect that to change for quite
awhile.  You have lots of room to explore, now."  We were very pleased.

Dad's 2 o'clock garage meeting was very well attended.  The four of us and
Anson were there, as instructed.  Uncle Dean, Brian, Tim, Digger and of
course Gus, were also present.  Jason and Dale were the only ones who
didn't show up.  We found out why, shortly after the meeting began.

"Thank you for being prompt."  Dad greeted us.  "A request was made last
week that a tenting event be held for an overnight sleep out.  Arrangements
have now been completed for such an event.  We have here an assortment of
camping equipment, more than would be required for the overnight tonight,
but the proper amount for the three days we will be going on, starting
Monday."

"Awwwww!"  Jamie moaned, realizing he would be back at school.

"Sorry, Jamie, we can't just sit around while you're away," Dad told him,
"but we will be going again, I might point out, hauling your Dad along,
shortly after your return."  Jamie looked over at Uncle Dean, who had a
startled look on his face.  We are going to cover the basics today of
setting up your tents.  For this demonstration, we will follow the
adventures of our two guides, Mr. How To and Mr. How Not To."

When he said this, Jason and Dale stepped out of the garage.  Jason was
dressed in brown khaki long pants and shirt, hiking boots and wore a cap on
his head.  Dale was dressed in a black tee shirt, red shorts, good oxford
shoes and on his head, had a broad brimmed hat with a fishing net thrown
over it.  They proceeded to show us a whole series of things done while
tenting and camping.  Jason did them the proper way and had success, while
Dale did things the wrong or what he described as `the easiest way' and had
disaster after disaster.  He used extra deodorant which the bugs are
attracted to, instead of bug repellent.  He tried to put the tent supports
in, before he pegged down the sides.  He was forever swatting insects on
his bare legs, because he had not worn longer pants and when they went to
get water from the nearby creek (one of the garden ponds) he slid in knee
deep with his good shoe on.

"As you can see," Dad lectured, "planning ahead and knowing what you are
doing are the key to having a successful camping experience.  I think we
should thank Mr. How To and Mr. How Not To, for their excellent examples
and demonstration."  We all clapped loudly and cheered as Jason and Dale
took a bow.  "I should note here Jason and Dale are expert campers and
trained in wilderness survival.  They have offered to teach any of you that
are interested, which bugs you can eat, if you get really hungry."  A groan
and several "Yucks" were the general response to their offer.  They just
smiled and laughed at everyone.

"That sounds great."  Denny shouted, standing and heading toward our
experts, ready for instruction and demonstrations.

"Not before your dinner."  Dad declared, so Denny reluctantly returned to
his seat.

We then hiked out to an area beyond the gardens, along the road to the
stables and all of us erected the two tents, for our sleep out tonight.
Kevin claimed Denny for his tent partner and Jamie and I were happy to take
the other tent.

"The camping trailer will be moved out here and set up this afternoon.
Dale and Jason have offered to spend the night in it, so if you guys have
any problems, they will be close by.  Uncle Dean has also promised to
restrain me, so I don't come out to check on you all night."  Gus went over
and whispered something in Brian's ear.  Brian said something to him and
shook his head.

"How would Gus like to stay over tonight and sleep out with us ?"  I asked.
Gus' face lit up and he shook his head, "yes".  "Would that be okay, Brian"
He looked at Gus and nodded.  "Maybe we should call Len and see if he wants
to stay, too."  I suggested.  Brian looked at Dad and he nodded, so he got
on a cell phone and when Len agreed, told him to bring a change of clothing
for both Gus and himself.

After we had the tents set up, the camper trailer was brought out and
opened up.  It looked like a flat trailer, but when it was cranked up and
fully expended, it was like a little home.  There was a small refrigerator
with a two burner stove built into the top of it.  There was a heater, and
even a toilet.  It could sleep six people comfortably, eight or nine if the
need should arise.  It was really neat.  Everything was set up for our
sleep out, so we all headed in, deciding to have a swim, before getting
ready for dinner.

Mrs. Taylor arrived with Len about 7 o'clock and he was excited about
staying for our tenting night.  I could see he was a little wary of Denny
when he first arrived, but when he discovered Denny was no different toward
him than he had ever been, Lenny settled in with no further hesitations.
All of us had a nice dinner together and Uncle Dean suggested, seeing as
Brian would be living in the `castle', Mrs. Taylor and the boys should plan
on coming for dinner regularly.  I think, Brian and his Mom were both happy
about the invitation.

Our sleep out was great.  Because Denny and Gus couldn't be expected to go
out on their own, they stayed up an extra hour and we went an hour earlier
than usual.  Kevin and Denny took Gus with them and Lenny stayed in the
tent with me and Jamie.  It was a little crowded in a two man sized tent
with the three of us, but we didn't care.  We sat up with a lantern and
played cards for awhile and then Kevin called to us it was time to sleep.
We never knew for sure when Dale and Jason were around, but I thought I
sensed them several times.  They could move around us, without making a
sound.

We must have all been tired, because we all slept `til the sun was well
into the sky and the tent was warm from its heat.  When I say we all slept
well, I don't mean Denny slept as long as the rest of us.  Even staying up
an extra hour, I guess he was up as usual.  When we came out of our tent
and checked with Kevin, Denny was gone.

"Hi, guys."  He giggled from Dale's sleeping bag, when we went to let them
know, we were up and he was gone.  "I was cold, but Dale warmed me all up."

"He sure was," Dale said, "and I've got the frost bite marks to prove it."
Dale and Jason told us to lay out our sleeping bags, to air out and after
we dressed, we all walked in to the building to get breakfast.

Dad and Uncle Dean must have slept in and Anson and Digger weren't there
yet either.  After we ate, we talked Tim and the other guys into going out
to the ball diamond and playing some `pick up' with us.  Eventually, the
other grown ups made it and about an hour later, Mr. Chen showed up with a
cart of coffee, juices, fruits and desserts.  He told Uncle Dean and Dad,
they didn't need any of the desserts.  He's the only one I think who could
do that and get away with it.

***********************************************************

With no intention of imposing my own tastes on others, I feel there are
some exceptional stories I have run across so far that have likewise been
recommended to me.  I am certain some of these would be of interest to
those who find interest in my offerings.

"Castaway Hotel"   gay/young friends    Four books completed

"Working It Out"   gay/gollege          ongoing serial

"Derek and Scott"  gay/college          ongoing serial

"A Special Place"  gay/highschool       completed serial

"The Lifeguard"    gay/beginnings       onging serial
	currently "on hold" at section 45


For those who are not upset if it gets a little rough:

"Feelings of Security"    gay/beginnings      ongoing serial
	(books 1, 2, and 3 complete, book 4 ongoing)