teen2b slow)(16/56)
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 16
Ted - Wednesday night
My last visit with the therapist had been the happiest session that I had spent with her. She gave me clear indications that she too believed Dean was well on the way to taking back full control over his life. This was the best news I had received in a long, long while. I discussed with her my intentions of now allowing our relationship past the caretaker level, that I had maintained for so long. She had no objection to my plans, but suggested that I let Dean set his own pace. I agreed that this would be the best way.
When Dean came into my suite this evening, after I had tucked in Davey, I was working at my desk on some files that were eventually destined for him anyway. It didn't take long for me to realize that he wouldn't be leaving that night and it made me really happy he had decided to push forward at this point. Dean and I had loved each other for years, but his parents had virtually adopted me and I had felt like their son and his brother for so long, that we hadn't ever acted on our feelings. After their death, Dean's needs had been more important than anything else and with him pushing away anyone who evoked feelings in him, I had to fight just to remain at his side. Once he accepted that I would not leave, he focused his entire energies on the businesses and tried to pretend everything was as he remembered it. This past week had burst his world wide open and he had adjusted with surprising speed and ease. A series of events that could not have been foreseen had brought him back to face his real life and into my rooms this night.
I wanted to be sure that we were in agreement about how we were going to present our relationship to the boys, as each of them had special needs, that had to be considered. I was also concerned about Jamie's perception and reaction to us being together. Dean considered each boy with me and, I believe, was very perceptive about their reactions. He then had a question for me about my past, before I had come to live at the `castle'. The only person who knew anything about my previous life had been Dean's father. I felt Dean had a right to know about my prior love, before we went any further in our relationship. He listened to what I had to say. There were no questions, no concerns, no discussion. He accepted what I told him and he was satisfied.
We were sitting on a couch in the lounge of my suite and had been kissing and stroking each other for fifteen or twenty minutes. Dean's lips were full and soft and I lost myself in the excitement our kisses generated. Although our touching and stroking had been limited to our arms and backs, we each had solid extensions rising from our groins. I finally stood and taking Dean's hands, pulled him to his feet, telling him it was time for bed. He teased about having to head back to his own room and I placed my arm firmly around his shoulder and guided him into my bedroom. We stopped by the side of my bed and he started to undress me by undoing the buttons on my shirt. I reached over to unfasten the belt on his robe, but he stopped me and asked me to let him undress me first. I stepped back and gave him free rein.
Dean completed unbuttoning my shirt and pulled the tails out of the waist of my slacks. He slid the shirt off my shoulders and down my arm, pulling it from my wrists and tossing it on a nearby chair. Grabbing the hem of my undershirt, he slid it up my chest and with my arms raised, over my head. He told me that in all the years we had been together, he had only once really studied my body. That was the other night when I had fallen asleep at the hospital, while he was showering. I told him it had taken every effort I had not to go after him in that shower and make love to him right then. Reaching over, he placed his hands on my chest and stroked through the hair, across my pecs, causing a friction on my nipples that started them growing hard. He leaned over and took the right nipple in his mouth, rubbing his tongue briskly back and forth across it. His right hand squeezed my left nipple gently, rolling it between two fingers. A groan just came out of me on its own. Continuing to suck and nibble, he reach around with both hands and gently rubbed over the skin on my back, from the top of my shoulders to my waist. My hands reached around and one held the back of his head, running my fingers through his hair, while the other hand rubbed his back which was still covered by his robe and pajamas.
When his hands reached my waist, he brought them around front again and unfastened my trousers. He pulled away from my chest and wasting no time, lowered my pants and briefs right down to my ankles. My erect cock bobbed out in front of me at a 45 degree angle. The head was already damp with precum from our extended warm up on the couch. I'm about 8.5 inches at full expansion and right now I was about as full as I had ever been. Dean was taking my shoes, socks and pants fully off and I lifted each leg as he signaled his readiness. He did not stand up immediately, but worked his way up with small nibbles and kisses on my inner thighs, ball sack, cock and abdomen. When he was standing again, he stepped back slightly and looked me over. The hair on my body is blond, but not as light coloured as my head. The layer across my pecs forms to a `V" at my diaphragm and my abdomen is clear. A treasure trail starts below my navel and runs down to a thick, bushy pubic mound. The hair on my sack is sparse and then my legs are thickly coated. I am muscled and at 37 years of age, I am athletic and solidly built.
"You are as handsome as the first day we met." Dean told me with a husky voice. "We never talked about this and I can only guess, but I am really hoping that you favour being on top, `cause I really need to be fucked."
"Boy this is your lucky week," I smiled, "'cause I'm in the mood to really do some fucking."
I stepped over to Dean and quickly removed his robe, pajamas and slippers. I stepped back to look at him. The soft, brown hair that was dispersed in all the right places over his body was extra stimulating to me. His 6' frame bore his athletic body proudly from his wide shoulders and narrow waist and hips to the muscular legs and calves. I knew from years of watching him, that his bubble butt was smooth and taunt and I was about to solve the mystery of many years. Were there dark hairs in the valley between those muscular cheeks ? I stepped over to my man and wrapped him in a strong hug and kissed him passionately. Laying him on the bed, I slid down his torso and caught the damp tip of this 7", circumcised shaft with my mouth. Quickly swirling my tongue around the crown of his post, I lunged forward and drove his shaft into my throat. His reaction was immediate. His body stiffened and arched and he yelled out in surprise. I drew up to the head again and probed the piss slit, dragging my tongue back and forth through it causing him to squirm.
"Oh Ted, Oh Ted." he cried out. "We've missed out on so much, for so long." I released his cock from my mouth and moved up so that we were face to face.
"It's today and tomorrow we worry about, Dean." I told him. "The past is gone and time spent worrying about what might have been, is totally wasted." We wrapped our arms around each other tightly and just lay together briefly. When we separated, I nudged his shoulder and he rolled over onto his stomach. I moved over him and kissed his shoulders and back, dragging the tip of my tongue along his skin, causing shivers to run through him. As I reached the small of his back, he wiggled up more on the bed so that I didn't need to move to continue my journey. I kissed and licked those two massive muscles that formed his beautiful butt. Moving between his legs, I dragged my tongue down the valley which separated the mounds and groaning, Dean thrust up into the air, separating the guardians. I moved quickly and licked the dark pucker, dragging the dark hair that surrounded it to the sides. Dean tasted of soap and man and it was intoxicating.
"That's the greatest feeling that I've ever felt." he panted, relaxing the globes and pushing back onto my tongue. His movement broke my tongue through his gate and I dug deeply into the tunnel, wiggling my tongue to loosen the grip on it. I came out of the trench and crawled over to my bed side table. Reaching in, I grabbed a tube of lubrication.
"Do you want me to use a rubber ?" I asked Dean. He thought for a moment and shook his head `no'. It didn't seem necessary since neither of us had any sexual partner for many years and we were both tested annually.
"I want to face you when we make love." Dean told me.
"I know and I would like that too," I answered, "but neither of us has done this for a long time. It will be much easier, especially for you, if we start out `doggie' for entry. You tell me if you have any pain and I will stop." I knew that once we started he would pass out rather than stop. He nodded in agreement and I moved off the bed and guided him back to me.
I lubricated my fingers and slowly inserted one into Dean. I moved it around carefully loosening the sphincter. I added a second finger and with two was able to scissor them to expand the opening further, soon adding a third. As I worked the three carefully, I poked into the soft tissue and found the hard little walnut mound for which I was searching. Carefully I ran a finger over it and Dean jumped and moaned loudly. I could easily imagine the stars and flashes which he had just seen as the spark surged through his body. While continuing the stretching, I made sure his prostrate was rubbed several more times, giving Dean a surge each time.
When Dean was fully relaxed, I lubricated my cock and positioned the tip at the entry way. I leaned forward and reached up onto Dean's back and lightly stroked it. I watched his reactions closely. Applying forward pressure, my crown broke through the gate and his muscle locked firmly behind my knob. Dean jumped slightly at this first penetration , but assured me that he was fine. Allowing a little time so I was certain his body had adjusted, I pressed forward and my shaft slid into him very slowly. About halfway in, Dean's head snapped up and I froze.
"It's okay, Ted. Please don't stop." he hissed at me. "It just feels so damn good."
The last half was tight and I continued to go slowly, but Dean showed no distress in spite of several loud groans. When I bottomed out, we both groaned with satisfaction. Reaching around Dean, I grasped his rock hard dick and stroked it once. I pulled out and on the next thrust made sure that I dragged over his little hard nugget. Dean just about exploded from the stimulation, but recognizing what was happening, I stopped moving and applied three point pressure to the base of his corona and his urge subsided as his erection reduced.
"Good time to change position." I suggested. I withdrew and Dean moved up on the bed and stretched out on his back.
"I think you killed my dick." he said, looking down at his deflated member.
"Just temporarily." I assured him. "It will come back soon enough." I moved up on the bed and Dean raised his heels onto my shoulders. He levered upward and I moved a pillow under his hips. Slowly I reinserted my bobbing cock into his tight channel. Moving forward, I again merged totally with my man. Dean moved his legs down and locked them around my waist. Now, I stretched out fully above him.
"This is much better." I said to him, kissing him on his tender lips.
"I agree." Dean replied, wrapping his arms around my neck and kissing me again, deeply.
I began stroking my rigid cock in and out of Dean's moist, hot tunnel. The pressure on my cock was unbelievable and the sensations that pliable sleeve was sending through my shaft to the rest of my body was very quickly causing my balls to move closer to the base of my shaft. I slowed the pace, trying to draw out the inevitable conclusion and changed the angle of my stroking to make sure I would surge across his prostrate. Dean's breathing quickly became ragged, his penis expanded fully and became hard as a rock. He grunted and groaned and tossed his head from side to side. His heels dug into my ass, insistent that I speed up my thrusts and I complied. My orgasm hit me like a sledge hammer. One moment, I was in complete control of our love making and the next, I had zoomed into outer space. At the same time, Dean arched and howled as his cock spit ropes of heavy white juice time and time again, laying a layer of human glue between our chests. I collapsed onto Dean and we lay there together panting and basking in the afterglow.
We must have dozed off for a short while. When I awakened, I went into the bathroom and washed myself off, then took a warm, wet cloth and towel in and wiped Dean clean.
"I don't think I have ever had an experience like that, no word of a lie." Dean said as I lay back down beside him.
"It was pretty fabulous." I agreed. "Imagine what it will be like when we get familiar with each other." We both laughed. We lay on our sides and kissed and stroked each other's bodies for a time. "This is what I have been waiting for." I told him. "Making love with the man I love."
"This has been very special for me, Ted." Dean told me. "I have never been really in love before and everything seems like a new experience. Sex has always been great, but you making love to me, taking the time and patience to see that I am okay, seeing that I am having as much or more pleasure than you. These are new things to me. I don't want it to ever end."
"All things end at some point," I replied, "but endings should lead to new and better beginnings." We crawled under the covers and Dean spooned in tight against me as I wrapped my arms around him. We drifted off to sleep hearing and feeling the rhythms of each other breathing. I woke again in the middle of the night to find Dean slowly stroking my solid cock. We made love again and it was every bit as fulfilling as the first time.