Date: Fri, 20 Jun 2008 09:32:58 -0700 (PDT) From: T. Chase McPhee Subject: "Adventures In Nature" 21 The story below is a work of fiction, set in the format of reality. Any resemblances to real people, alive or in the hereafter, is entirely coincidental in nature. It is not meant to accurately reflect upon persons, in towns, cities, countries, nor governmental areas, which the story is staged. If a sexual scene involving male-to-male relationships offends you, then you should not read this story. Additionally, if you are under 18 years of age, in most state and countries, you are not allowed to read this story, by law. Check with your local laws regarding such. % Sexual safety matters. Remember guys, this is fiction. In real life, use protection. % "Adventures In Nature" 21 wriTten by T. Chase McPhee % "Dang-nabbit!" Tony cursed Jack Collier out as he did an internet search, the web address given, drawing an error when the webpage loaded. Sitting back, he stared at the white screen, embossed with blue lettering. A second later he pondered the situation, hands parked behind his head. "Hmm," he reflected on his situation. However his mind had strayed. Shooting back at him from the monitor screen, he saw himself. Slowly his mind gave way to fantasizing. His left hand found its way to a sensitive area of his bod, his right nip which was enveloped under his pocket tee. "Ahhhhhh," he sighed as he rubbed the cotton fabric, gently mashing nip underneath. Between this action and his right hand working over his cock, with his other hand down his gym shorts, Tony couldn't take much. "Oh damn! There goes another pair of shorts!" He exclaimed after shooting his wad inside. Taking his hand out, his fingertips showed the extent of his hot jerk off. He stuck them in his mouth as if scooping ice cream out of a container. "Mmmmm, not bad for a hot stud like me!" Then he complained, "Now it kicks in!" Idle, the screen saver started working, transitions between guys either naked or half-naked, a couple of hot head shots and one which made Tony smile. After Matt had mentioned to him about obliging a guy when asked to be pissed on, he went to the trouble of searching for some type of picture depicting watersports. He came up with a guy pouring a pitcher of piss into a glass. Some other guy had his hand out to take it. Hearing a noise at the door to his shared dorm room, he stabbed the monitored on/off switch. "Hey, what're you up to?" Matt asked. Evan threw up a `hi' palm and greeted, "Hi, Tony." "Hey, Evan," Tony greeted him. "Got something good to eat in the bag?" he asked Evan. "Not unless you have teeth made of diamonds!" "And what are they for?" His curiosity immediately consumed him when Evan pulled not one, but two pairs of handcuffs from the brown paper bag. "Um, to cuff a guy's wrists together?" "Smart Alec!" Tony said, grabbing the pair dangling from Evan's hand. After putting one around his wrist and clicking it shut he realises, "Oh shit! I hope you have the key!" "Some place around here," Evan patted his pecs, a second later sticking a hand in the upper left pocket of his collared shirt. "Ya gotta be more careful Evan," Matt alerted him, picking up two sets of keys from the floor. "Yeah," Tony agreed. "I don't think my date would go for me wearing these bracelets to dinner!" After a short round of laughter, Matt asks, "So who's the lucky guy?" "Nurse I met at the hospital," Tony replied, same time watching Matt and Evan strip off their shirts, Matt hastily tearing the tee over his head, Evan going the slow route of unbuttoning. "So where is he taking you?" Matt inquires as he kicks his sneakers off and goes for the buckle on his pants. Not intently watching, he's seen Matt's bod a hundred times or more, being his roommate. As for Evan Colfax it's a first so he gets Tony's undivided attention, even though Tony tries to make it like he's not checking the guy out. All too wise, Evan walks over to Tony when naked and suggests, "I'm free for the touching!" "Is that so?" Tony asks, him staying his ground with his arms folded under his pecs. "Um, like don't you think you're going to get touched enough later, Ev?" Matt asks. "Later? You guys going someplace?" Matt answers frankly, "We've been invited to a kinky party." "Hmm," Tony thinks. With something still on his mind, he curiously asks, "Any watersports?" "Cool, you into it?" Evan puts the question to him. "Well, uh... I..." Matt dives in with, "A guy asked Tony to piss on him once." "And?" Evan comes back with, his hand showing more interest as he slowly massages his cock. It wasn't tough to conceal, Evan showing keen interest. Tony, looking down between them says, "For sure somebody's interested!" Neither got an answer for Tony, Matt cautioning, "You better be careful Evan. Remember what Jim said?" "Oh yeah... whew!" Evan replied, his hand off his cock in a jiffy. "Jim?" Tony quizzed, meaning in more ways than one. "We've been invited to a party at this guy's house. We're not sure how it's going to go," Matt said. "Right," Evan elaborates, "there could be some watersports but other stuff too." Still dangling the cuff from his wrist, Tony says, "Um, wouldn't have anything to do with this, would it?" Matt enlightens him, "When we get there we have to strip at the front door and cuff our own hands behind our backs." "Then you'll be needing these," Tony hints at the key. At the same moment he has a flashback of Jack Collier, in the shower on his knees, his arms behind his back. "Well don't let me hold you up." Evan joked, "Yeah. We've got to shower even though we know we'll be all hot and sweaty inside of ten minutes." "Oh, so you've been to his place before?" Tony procrastinated not because he wanted to. His pulsing cock wanted some more facts regarding the kinky party. "Twice," Evan replied. "I had a great time. I'm sure Matt," he glanced him, "will have a blast too. You can come along if you want." "Tony's got a dinner date," Matt reminded him, tossing an extra towel over Evan's shoulder. "Oh yeah. Well maybe some other time." "Later Tony," Matt said on his way out to the showers, Evan giving an equal greeting. Tony huffed when he realized nobody unlocked the handcuff around his wrist. Picking one up he tried it, almost having a heart attack when it didn't work. He sighed deeply when the other key worked. % Right after Jeremy asked, "Can I have a glass of water," his dad walked in. "Yaaaaaaaay," came Chad's welcoming from the already eating young teens. Setting the Barr's & Bridges grocery bag on the table, Jeremy says, "Thanks dad!" "'Welcome," Chad responds with a smile. Max and Matty attack it's contents. "Orange for me!" Diego exclaims. It started off a free-for-all, the names of flavors being called out at random. Putting a slight downer on one of the adults, Chad announces, "Oh by the way I've got to work tonight." Matty's hand froze inside the bag while handling a 2 liter bottle. "Work tonight? But the three of us were going to have a quiet evening at home watching a DVD." Hearing it said, Jeremy replies, "Yeah dad. You promised." Before Chad can say anything, Aidan invites himself, "Cool! Can we come over and watch?" Before Matty could analyse the situation, Chad explains, "Ethan worked two days straight. I think we have to share the load til Tom is feeling himself again. He looked like he was going to fall asleep standing up." His plain face turned into a smile, Matty answering, "I guess I could run home and get the DVD. That is if Max has any popcorn handy?" "Never without it with this gang!" Max replies. On top of the already wired junior party-animals the kids starting whooping it up, asking Jeremy what the movie was. It became a guessing game. % As soon as he was revlieved of his duties to his work, Ethan headed, not home, but to the hospital. "How is he?" "Huh? Oh. It's you," Tom said as Ethan touched his shoulder, waking him up. "Um. Kev hasn't woken up yet. You look like shit," he commented on his boyfriend. "You look worse!" Ethan rebutted. "Thanks. I have to admit I feel worse than I look, I think." "There's nothing you can do here, Tom. What do you say we head on home?" Taking his last glimpse of Kev, Tom, cowered under Ethan's direction, left the hospital room. At the nurse's station he was assured if there was any difference he'd be immediately informed. On the way home, Tom didn't even take notice they weren't headed in the direction of his apartment. Not until they turned from the busy thoroughfare of van Dusen Blvd and onto a country road. "My place isn't this way," he said, looking around. "I know. I thought it time I introduce you to my little shack!" By the way it was said, Tom knew something was up. He wasn't wrong as he said, "You live here?" "Yeah. Nice, huh?" Ethan responded. Leaning out of the window of his 4x4, Ethan punched six numbers into a keypad attached to a square device, it's post set in the ground. The two wrought iron gates opened. It brought new life into his blood, the passing landscape, impeccably manicured, causing him to temporarily forget about his brother. "Nice? Modest word I would say." When they pulled up to a rather odd shaped building, an arrangement of circles, squares and a triangular piece of sculpture adorning a front courtyard, Tom remarked, "I can't believe your working a crummy manager's job when you could be staying home and living in the lap of luxury!" "You shouldn't put yourself down like that, Tom." "Okay. I deserve it, but...." "Come on," he wiggled his brows as he said, "let me show you where the bedroom is!" Walking in, Tom had more to say than comments about the bedroom. Most of the rooms were open one upon another. Ethan says, "The master bedroom is not as open as the rest of the place." "For looking dead tired you sure are acting horny!" Laughing off the remark, Ethan says, "Yeah. Funny isn't it?" He also groped himself, adding, "I hope you're up to taking care of me!" All this talk suddenly made Tom a bit refreshed, him replying, "Don't bet on it." Walking over to a sliding glass door embedded in a wall of glass, Ethan loosened his tie, stripped it from the collar and began unbuttoning his shirt as he offered, "How about a moonlight swim?" As they stepped out onto a deck, prelude to a patio surrounding a kidney-bean shaped pool, Ethan left his shirt hanging open as he turned to Tom and said, "Here. Let me help you with that." Not given a chance, Tom cracked a slight smile as he felt Ethan's hands paw the front of his shirt. His tie was already undone so Ethan worked the buttons loose. With past rendezvous' Ethan had revealed he could stray either way, man-on-top or the one servicing. They had a mutual understanding of Tom's position. As Ethan peeled Tom's shirt off over his shoulders, his tongue was already to worship his left nip. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh," Tom sighed, holding onto Ethan's torso. Sensing Tom needing to be further relaxed, Ethan made light work of stripping down Tom. "Here. Sit," he suggested, parking Tom's bod in a lounge chair. Even though it was mid-evening, the sun lingered on the horizon as Ethan began with a little foreplay. Swiftly he went at Tom's belt buckle after stationed in the chair. "I could fall asleep right here," Tom said. "Not if I can help it!" Ethan mused. However, he kept Tom awake by ditching his shoes, peeling each sock off and rubbing each foot. Following, he grabbed hold of the cuffs of Tom's trousers, causing him to brace his arms on the sides of the lounger as he was depantsed. "Mmmmm," Ethan said with a smile, looking upon the bear bod, licking his lips. "Hurry up. My eyelids are getting heavy." They weren't really, but it was enough of a plot for Tom to get Ethan into some heavy action more rapidly. "Hmm, looks like you aren't too tired," Ethan comments as he forces a hand down over Tom's tightey-whities, forcing his hard shaft to poke up and stretch the fabric. "Oh shit!" Tom shouted when Ethan ignored the briefs and engulfed Tom's huge one in his mouth. Same time, the lounge gave way, Tom falling backwards into a reclined position. Popping off, Ethan questioned Tom, "You alright?" "I was until you stopped working me over!" What Tom hadn't realised is while he was talking, Ethan had slipped his briefs half way down his thighs. When Ethan went back to his cocksucking, it was lips against bare shaft. % "I've got to level with you Evan, this makes me a little nervous." "Don't be, Matt. Trust me. I've been here before." "You told me," Matt replied, but still it didn't dispell his jitters. As soon as they exited Evan Colfax's car the two went about stripping down. "Here, let me do you." "How do you mean that?" Matt couldn't resist the joke. "Still nervous?" "Yeah," Matt replied, turning around so Evan could cuff Matt's wrists behind his back. "Who's gonna do you?" "Do me?" They exchanged glances. "Cuff your hands behind your back, stoopid!" "Don't you worry `bout me. Like I said, I've been here before?" Matt stood a little amazed Evan could cuff himself, arms behind his back. Arriving at the front door Matt questioned, "Okay Sherlock, who's going to ring the bell?" "Hello boys," came a wry greeting from behind. It was natural for Evan to see a man decked out in leather, but it left Matt gawking, seeing Thomas standing there, harness crisscrossing his lightly haired chest. A stripe down his stomach cut his abs in half. Leathery chaps wrapped around his torso, extended down to the boots he wore. What really caught his eye is the flogger hanging from his left hip. "You're not going to use that are you?" Cracking an evil smile, Thomas said, "Depends on how well you behave, `boy'!" Matt gulped, but Evan grinned before asking, "Permission to speak, sir?" After Thomas granted his wish, he opened the door for himself, allowing himself to enter. Evan caught the door with his shoulder. Matt saucily said, "Rude. Least he could do is hold the door for us!" Evan was sure Matt was going to have a very enlightening experience tonight. He wondered if there was even the slightest chance he'd be paired up with Thomas, but rightly knew he was already spoken for by Maury. Though Matt still had a chance, if not claimed by one the other regular `masters'. % Just as his fist was ready to rap on Jack Collier's door it opened. "Hey," came Jack's voice. "You telepathic or something?" Tony asked. "I heard your car pull up," Jack replied. "Here," Tony handed Jack a sixpack. As they entered, Jack inquires, "So, you've been reading up on watersports, have you?" "Huh?" Tony responds, in a blur. "I guess not," Jack deduced. "I know what it means," Tony did admit. It made Jack excited, along with the sixpack of beer. Right away he wanted to get the rich flow going so led Tony into the kitchen, uncapping a bottle. "What about you?" Tony asked when handed to him. "In a minute or two," Jack replied as he went about removing a pan from the oven. "Where's your folks?" "Aunt and uncle. They're away on vacation. I don't expect to see them back here for a month or so." "Nice," Tony thought. He also thought it nice Jack was sweating profusely, his tee shirt perspired up showing off the two hard nips on his pecs. When Jack caught him looking, Tony made excuse, "Y'know I've never dated an older guy?" After setting the pan of lasagna on the stove, Jack set out to make up Tony's mind. Oven mitts still attached to his hands, he slipped them between Tony's arms and bod, a mitt capturing Tony's head like a baseball glove, lip-locking him. Breaking free, Jack asked, "Any different than a younger guy?" "More seasoned," Tony replied. "Must be the oregano," Jack joked, getting Tony's pun regarding his age. "When do we get to eat? I'm like starved." As Jack watched Tony up-end his bottle of beer it only made him thirstier for a `processed' bottle of ale. % "I don't believe it." "Don't believe what?" Max asks Matty. "With all the goings on around here I just missed Steve and Barry!" "An alarm went off at the high school. Usually the super gets the call from the police and has to go check it out, but he's out of town, so you know whose shoulder it falls on?" Max explained. "And Steve?" Matty asked, followed by chucking a piece of popcorn up in the air and expertly catching it in his mouth. "Tagged along. I figured Berk wasn't going to be around so I assured Steve, when he called, I had the `kid' situation in hand. So right about now they should be in the middle of a nice romantic dinner someplace." "They're a nice bunch, huh?" Matty says, the second piece of popcorn landing on his tongue. "That they are," Max catches his reference to the kids. "Another beer?" "Nah. Thanks. If I'm not careful I won't be able to keep my lids open for when Chad heads home." Max smiled, thinking Matty probably was really thinking `mouth' open and not his eyes! Being kind, he agreed, "Same here." Suddenly the Tv flickered off, the screen changing from the DVD to a show. At the same moment a shouting match broke out. Before Max and Matty could think Aidan and Jeremy were rolling around on the floor. Jumping up, the bowl of popcorn sitting on Matty's crotch leapt to the floor as he yelled, "Hold on guys, what's the problem?" Leaning over the sofa, Matty's tee shirt rode up his back, leaving his pants stretched over his ass. Even though Max rushed to aid him, it didn't go unnoticed, Matty's hairy asscrack partially showing. "We always watch this show," Jeremy pointed to the Tv. "Yeah I know, but we're not at home and it's not your dad, you and me, Jeremy," Matty rationalized. Aidan blurted out, "It's not fair!" Not meaning to gang up, Philip says, "We started watching Indiana Jones and it's not finished yet!" The others sided with Aidan. Feeling slighted, Jeremy sulked, "Fine!" and left it at that. But Matty wasn't satisfied. He knew Jeremy wasn't sitting right with the explanation. "Will you excuse yourself for a moment, Jeremy?" Max watched the rest while Jeremy and Matty hit the kitchen for a father and son chat. % Altogether there had to be at least twenty guys showing up at Jim and Connor's party, shared with their caretaker, Maury Passat. It started out with a pick and choose session, leaving Matt left without a partner. Coming in the room from duties in the jon, Thomas looked about. Not a soul but Matt stood there in the room. "I guess this leaves you and me, huh?" Standing there, hands clasped behind his back with the metal handcuffs, Matt looked upon Thomas as if a god. "Well, ready to get it on?" "I'm not sure," Thomas replied. "About what?" "You're kind of rough around the edges. Tell me, you ever take part in a bdsm experience before?" Thomas asked, approaching, looking Matt over. While Matt filled him in on the tiny amount of activity, he took the liberty of scanning the nineteen year old. After he finished, Thomas ran his hand over Matt's stubbled chest, saying, "You shave your chest. Why?" "I'm on the swim team at college. Our coach makes all the guys shave. He claims it helps us cut through the water faster." Feeling his way down Matt's stomach, his hands slid right into the pocket of his crotch, feeling up Matt's balls. "Except here?" "Ohhhhhh," Matt sighed, replying, "It's covered... ohhh... by a swimsuit?" He dropped his head back, sighing when Thomas rolled his balls around. It became near time to change the atmosphere. More clenching than massaging, Thomas gripped Matt's balls. His pleasuring sighs became shouts of pain, "Ow..ow...oh...stop!" Thomas backed off as Matt shrugged to the side, tearing his balls out of the tight hand encompassing his orbs. Matt than remembered Evan's greeting at the door. He supposed he did something wrong and had to show remorse. He courteously offered, "Sorry... um, sir?" Smiling, Thomas replies, "Yep, you're a raw recruit alright." "So I'm not good enough for you?" Matt asked, doubting he would be playing with this hot, older looking guy who already turned him on immensely, regardless of the slight ball-busting. "I didn't say you were `untrainable'." "So? You want to get it on with me then?" The thirty-seven year old fireman stood there, trying to decide things in his mind. Sure, he wanted to play with Matt but he was getting some mixed signals here as well. "We could have a go at it." "Um, am I getting these cuffs off anytime soon?" He's been to parties and events like this, but this was the first time Thomas has encountered a guy as cute as Matt. Not only was he hot looking, but he had a certain ambiance about him which struck him as more than a boytoy at a bdsm party. "Turn around." Matt's ass faced him. "Dammit!" "What?" "You wouldn't happen to have the key?" Thomas inquired. "Evan," Matt recalls, "He's got it." "Well there's only one way you're getting out of these cuffs and it looks like you really need to by the looks of those wrists." Seeing a couple of sides to Thomas' personality, the harness, chaps and boots showed the tough side, but his sweetness regarding his welfare portrayed a man with kind, sympathetic feelings unlike the guy he thought he would be paired up with. However the situation still kept him interested enough to pursue the evening. "This way," Thomas said, smiling when he heard Matt gasp at the way he grabbed hold of his cock and used it as a handle to lead him towards the stairs. "I take it they are this way?" "I dunno. I've never been here before.... um, am I supposed to be calling you `sir'?" "Right now you shouldn't be calling me anything. A good slaveboy waits til his master gives him permission to speak!" `Right', Matt thought to himself, remembering Evan as they entered the house. Up the stairs they went. First door on the left was open, moaning sounds coming from within. "Did you see that?" Matt broke silence after he and Thomas viewed no less than ten guys seemingly tied up in pretzels, licking, sucking and fondling each other. Over them stood Jim, barking out orders. "I saw," Thomas said, smiling at Matt's loose tongue. Second door on the right, Thomas slowly turned the knob, letting it open. Ajar at seven inches or so, he poked his head in saying, "Excuse me but..." "Come in," the voice of Maury Passat invited the intruder in. Looking upon Matt, hands behind his back, he asks, "You're boy not behaving himself?" "He's doing alright, but your boy?" Bound naked and eagle-spread to the columns at the foot of the bed, it was kind of erotic to catch Maury jumping from the bed, his cock wet with ass juices. In a hand he had a flogger. While Thomas and Maury made small talk, Matt looked upon Evan as if a museum piece. He didn't ask questions, not that he didn't want to find out about the tiny welts across his back, but Evan had this ball stuck in his mouth, a leather strip keeping it there. With the key in his hand, Thomas apologized profusely for the interruption. Maury's reply, "I've got all night to work this boy's ass." Thomas led Matt out of the room but not before he caught a glimpse of Maury taking up position on the bed. He couldn't see but pictured Maury feeding his cock back into Evan's ass. As the door closed he heard a cracking sound and Evan's muffled cry. "I don't get it," Matt said, rubbing his wrists. "What don't you get?" Thomas asked, once again taking a hold on Matt's `handle'. "Evan's not doing anything wrong. How come he's getting punished?" "You don't really know much do you?" Party or no party. Sir or no sir, Matt was getting fed up with Thomas' attitude. "Y'know this is the second time tonight you were rude to me? I'm not like stupid you know? I go to college. I'm an educated guy. If you're not going to have any respect for me I... well maybe we should just end this here." For the second time tonight, Thomas lost his grip on Matt's cock. Trudging down the stairs, his cock and balls swung to and fro, bouncing up and down. On his tail, Thomas followed. "Want to hold up there a minute, Matt?" Stopping, it wasn't because he had changed his mind, but for the fact of getting addressed by his real name and not the roleplayed, `boy'. Almost equal in stature, Thomas an inch taller at six feet, the two stared at each other. "What?" Matt finally asked. "I don't feel much like partying tonight. At least not this type of partying." "What are you getting at?" It couldn't have left Thomas with more of a lead in. "This?" he simply said, letting his actions speak for him. Moving quickly he didn't give Matt a chance of refusal, a hand wrapped around his waist, the other behind his neck, reeling him in for a kiss. He could have fought Thomas off except he wasn't feeling any animosity. Instead his bod was filled with calm. As they broke, Matt asked, "You got a place to go to?" % Copyright 2008 T. Chase McPhee This story may not be sold, nor made part of any collection, without prior consent from the author.