Date: Tue, 27 Dec 2005 15:11:54 -0800 (PST) From: survivalgame Subject: A 'Nature Walk' Christmas thirteen The following story is a work of fiction, set in the format of reality. Any resemblance to real people is entirely coincidental in nature, and is not meant to accurately depict, nor reflect upon persons in towns, cities, or governmental areas, in 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. This is fiction. Do not forget, in real life, to think about 'sexual safety matter'; got condom? "A 'Nature Walk' Christmas" thirteen wriTten by T. Chase McPhee % "Hmm, from what you're telling me, Patrick, I believe that this could have a devastating effect on Dean." "Um devastating?" Patrick asks Gary. Zach adds, "You mean like suicide?" "Fuck no!" Patrick cries out. Running his hand on Patrick's back, up and down, trying to soothe him, Zach tries to promote calm. "Hold on a minute." Gary gets on the phone, dialing seven digits. "Hello? Dr. Gary Roberts here. I need to speak with Dr. Arrow... yes, it's of dire emergency." Patrick, as well as Zach, stare at Gary. His words have just projected their fears into the panic category. "Yeah Ren, thanks for taking my call... Um, I know this sounds highly unusual, but I need to meet with you...no, this Tuesday isn't good... We need to talk now... like right now, like this minute, here in my office at home." "Man does this sound serious. Oh man did I fuck up!" "No, you can't blame yourself Patrick." "But Dean's going to kill himself and it's all my fault!" "It's not your fault Patrick. Don't do this to yourself." "Oh shit," Patrick falls back down into the depressive mood again. "Okay, this is what I need you boys to do," Gary spells out, after cutting off the line. "Anything Gary," Patrick replies. "I need for you both to go the Arrow residence. Find Dean. Keep him company." "What do we tell him?" "Anything but the subject of you two being madly in love. Talk about hiking, or ask him what he's getting for Christmas. Anything, but you know." "I think we can handle that. Come on, Patrick." "But, Zach." "We'll talk about it in the car. Let's go." Just then the phone rings. "Oh Mike. Good to hear from you. Listen, we've got an emergency here right now... No, nothing's happened to Zach or Patrick. Listen, I can't talk right now. Can you do me a favor?" Gary explained a little of Patrick's loverboy woes, then of Zach getting his ass claimed by Patrick and finally the `Dean saga'. "Yeah, so if you can stop over to the Arrow residence. Wait outside until Dr. Arrow and I arrive. Yeah, that's the plan. Thanks babe. I love you too." % "Well, well, guess who that was on the phone?" "Um, the Acme `Shaft-Milker' company, trying to get their last holiday sales promotion dibs in?" "One track mind, Steve. Although, I could always take back the snake bite kit." "You for real, Beary? For my nips?" "Nah. Steve, I like your nips the way they are. Don't you?" "Yeah. Just kidding." Although, Barry was only `half-kidding'! "So, who was on the phone?" "Alonzo. He asked if us adults could come over on an exchange program." "Exchange program?" "Yeah. `us' for `Diego'." "Oh?" "Yeah, but there's a catch." "Figures. We have to bring the dessert, Beary?" "No. A babysitter. Do me a favor and find Matty and Chad's number?" % "I come see Juan." Matty and Chad, almost ready to depart for the Clark-Barr residence, requested for house sitting duty, turned with Miguel, to look at the fellow they had never seen before. "Who are you amigo?" Miguel inquires. Juan goes to sit up, at the shock of seeing the guy, but a half inch off the mattress and he's flat on his back once more. "Rodrigo!" "I come quick as I hear." "Guys, this is my cousin Rodrigo." Matty and Chad didn't want to leave at just this moment, eyeing up the tall, deep toned, drop-dead-gorgeous Latino. "Cousin? I didn't know you had a cousin, Juan," Miguel questioned. "Si. Rogrigo is from New Mexico." "But I live in Mexico first." "Say, we've gotta get a move on it. Nice to meet you Rodrigo," Chad offered, as well as his handshake. Leaving the room, the two talked about their new friend. "What a hottie, huh Matty?" "I'll say! It would be a crying shame if he's not gay!" The two laughed. As they exited WRMH, a familiar face entered. "Hey, jocks." "Hey, Riley. What's up?" "Nothing much. Just came to see how Juan is making out." "That's where we're coming from. He's awake." "Good news." "Yeah, but as far as moving around, forget it." "One day at a time," Riley told them. "That's right," Matty replied. "Look, we're on our way over to Chad's dad's house." "Yeah," Chad added, "we're kind of in a hurry. Talk to you soon, Riley." On their way to Matty's SUV, they talked about the second hottie they've met up with today. Waiting for the elevator, Riley has one hand curved, as if holding a cock barrel in his hand, slapping the hollow tube with the palm of his other hand. It makes a popping sound. At the same time, his eyes are wandering around, eager to pick up on any hot male flesh. As he spots an orderly that he hasn't seen before, the elevator door opens. "Rats!" He says to himself, entering. At the third floor, the doors open. He makes his exit, to the left. Four doors past the elevator, right side, he makes his entrance. "Oh my! What have we got here?" To Miguel, it seems, from Riley's point of view that he and Juan are invisible. "Oh, Riley, this is Juan's cousin, Rodrigo Delgado." "Riley Sanchez," he walks over to the side of the bed, shaking the eighteen year old Mexican's hand. "Don't I get a wakeup kiss?" Juan jokes. Riley pushes his lips up to the plastic that surrounds Juan's head and gives him a kiss. At least a plastic kiss is better than none! "By the way, Riley." "Let me guess, Juan. You're bored stiff and want to get outta here for Christmas?" "Si, but also I was going to say to you that Rodrigo is single, gay and looking," Juan informs the thirty year old cop. "Nice bit of information to know," Riley replies, looking at the blushing cousin. "Tell me, Miguel, have you decided on what you're going to do about where you're going to stay?" "Why, you taking back your offer to let us shack up at your casa?" "Nope. Offer still stands and where are you staying, Rodrigo?" Rodrigo's no dumb bunny. Also, his gaydar had pulsed far ahead of Riley's when he entered the room. Already his cock was twitching in his pants, wanting to divide and conquer. "Su casa, no?" Riley's sex pistol was on alert, as he tried to figure out a catchy reply. "Mi casa, si! Um, you know Miguel, you and Juan probably haven't had much time together. Seeing that my shift has ended, maybe I should show Rodrigo around. Help him get settled. Where's your luggage Rodrigo?" "Aqui." Riley looked around. There wasn't any baggage hanging around the room. The chair was bare, except for an old National Geographic magazine. "Rodrigo is wearing his luggage, " Juan explained. "You mean, all that you have is what you're wearing?" "Si." "You should've packed something. At least a toothbrush," Riley suggested. >From his pocket, that's what Rodrigo produces. "Oh, okay. At least we know you have clean teeth." Something that Riley began connecting to a later activity. "So, I guess you heard the news and wanted to leave so fast, that you didn't have time to pack, huh?" Rodrigo looked at Juan. There was something that the two kept from not only Riley, but also Miguel. "Okay. What's up, Juan?" "Promise you're not going to do anything, Riley?" Seeing the police officer's outfit adorning Riley's six foot-one inch frame, had put a scare into Rodrigo. In Spanish, he begged Juan not to say anything, holding tightly to his arm. "Let me guess. You're in the country illegally?" Riley stated. "Don't send me back. Please?" Riley already had it set in his mind that there wasn't any way in hell that he'd do such a thing as that. "When's the last time you ate, Rodrigo?" The Mexicano began counting on his fingers. "Never mind. Let's go." "Gracias," Juan says, directing it to Riley. "Oh no. Muchas gracias!" the officer smiles, showing Rodrigo the way out. % "I still don't get why you're not being a top with me, Maury." "Why? You don't like the way I'm licking your cock, Jim?" "Feels awesome. I mean, what guy could ask for more than to have his cock and balls sucked all at the same time?" As the two knelt on the bed, attending to the eighteen year olds pubes, Jim himself had a nice view of both of their package, their nice endowments accenting the rock hard, drooping shafts. He became equally enthralled when he heard Connor cry out in awesome ecstasy, when Maury reached over, beginning to fondle Connor's balls. "Go for it, Maury." Smiling, Maury helped Connor onto his side, his tongue still on Jim's balls, switching to the already wet cock, as Maury headed for the seventeen year olds pubic region. Maury's first reaction, what seemed like days, but amounted to hours ago, of the teens endowment, stunned him. Like the saying went that in this day and age, kids are growing up sooner, achieving `smarts' more rapidly, from the technological advancements, well Maury believed that all this had to be connected to the reason behind two well developed shafts and balls of these two high school jocks. Thinking back, Maury doesn't remember having balls as big as those surrounding Connor's big shaft, as it lay there, separating the two orbs. It was all Maury could do, to get one orb in his mouth at a time. But once it was there, it was like tasting the most delicious candy on earth. "Having a good time, Maury?" Jim asked. Connor and Jim looked at each other and grinned. They both heard the noises Maury was making, as if a grunting pig. As the thirty-four year old swirled his tongue around the teen's ball sac, he thought of how well padded it was. Right away he got the notion that he wanted to enjoy the benefits of working Connor up into a sexual frenzy. His taste buds needed that reward of building this teen up to full orgasm. "Watch this," Jim whispered to Connor. In a more forceful, louder vocal rendition of a dominant master, Jim acts out, "I asked you a question boy!" Maury almost choked on Connor's ball, wanting to laugh, but instead decided to `play the game'. "Um, sorry Master Jim. What was it that you asked?" Now Jim was into the game as well. He decided to see how far Maury would go with it. "I said my boy has to turn over to suck my cock. Rim his ass!" "His ass?" "You `are' familiar with the term, are you not, slaveboy?" "Um, yes." "Yes, what, boy?" "Yes, Sir." "Then get with it before I take you over my knee!" He hoped Maury didn't give him a hassle, because Jim didn't really wish to put Maury over his knee! Maury watched, as Connor rolled over onto his stomach, his mouth enveloping Jim's 9c. What seemed repulsive, Maury never complained about a guy rimming himself, but it did seem kind of uncouth for himself, a topguy, to tongue a puckerhole. However, when he gazed at Connor's teen ass, it seemed like an entirely different concept. Looking at the pale mounds, the light wisp of blond hair covering the ass cheeks, an insatiable desire came over him. He found himself licking his lips, wanting to get down close to Connor's ass. The closer Maury got, the more the teen's ass looked like a beautiful work of art. Only, Maury didn't want to kneel there and observe. He wanted to interact. His tongue felt so good, running over the thin hair covering. Jim could tell that his lover was benefiting, big time, from Maury's tongue massage. The qualtity of the cocksucking diminished immensely. However, to himself, Jim thought of how erotic it is that Connor is enjoying his ass tongued. Something that one could not know the feeling of, if the sex they had only involved two, instead of three. % "Why the last minute invitation, dad?" Chad asked his father, walking along the back route between homes. "Of that I'm not sure," Barry replied to his son. "Still," Steve changed the subject, "it's nice of you and Matty to housesit with the kids for us." "Our pleasure. You know dads, this is something that has become of some importance with us," Chad opens up on the `children' issue. "Oh? So, managing the busiest food market in town, isn't enough to keep you two busy?" "It's not that, dad. Through observing the squirts and the my other brothers, have given us thoughts of having our own boys." "Something I can caution you on, Chad, is don't be too hasty to enter adulthood," His father told him. Steve adds, "I can second that. Get settled. Finish getting your degree." The dads had been right on line with things Chad had already discussed with Matty. However, he let the dads rattle on, giving their own words of wisdom and taking it in, like he heard it the first time. No `hi' or `hello', but the first words to escape Diego's mouth, as Chad came to meet him are, "I'm getting a puppy for Christmas, Chad!" "You mean like a real live dog?" "Yup." "See you guys later... Don't get too drunk!" Chad said to the dads, connecting hands with Diego. As their voices faded, they could hear Chad asking, "Have you found a name for him yet?" "He's sure going to make a great dad, huh Barry?" "I think so. Matty as well." Almost to the back door, the lights in the house seemed to dim. "Looks like not only the pipes needed to be replaced, huh Steve?" "I don't know about that, Barry. I never had a problem with the electric while living there," Steve told him. "Merry Christmas!" Steve greeted Callan, as he answered the back door. "Blow a fuse?" Barry asks. Right away, the two knew something was up, when they noticed Callan was bare-chested. "Oh great. You guys are here!" Barry gave Steve a look, as Alonzo confronted them, bare-chested as well. Oh, but then they did take notice of the little black bowties around their necks. Steve tells them, "For some reason I feel a little `overdressed'." Alonzo replies to Steve, "Well, if you two will strip off those shirts, I think we can dig up a couple of bowties?" "Oh, like you happen to have two extra handy?" Barry inquires. "Just happen to have two black ties available," Callan plays along. "We need more dip. Oh hi Steve and Barry!" More hints of what type of party was going on in the other room surfaced, as Terence Beethoven held the empty chips bowl in his hand. He too flaunted his dark bown pecs and matching stomach, the same black bow tie. "Okay, what's happening here guys?" Barry interrogates Callan and Alonzo. "Just a friendly holiday get together," Callan replies. Alonzo adds, "What will you have to drink?" Steve got hard in a second, as he watched his lover strip off his shirt, exposing that bear body. "Here, allow me," Steve said, putting his glass of white wine down. With the black bow tie in hand, he put it around Barry's waist, then both hands glided up his hairy stomach and chest, before centering the tie at his Adam's apple, then drawing the clasp behind his head. "For a minute there, Steve, I thought you would be going the other way and fastening it around my dick!" "Mmmm... Maybe later!" Steve replied. The two got laughter from both comments. Suddenly a blast of disco music came from the other room. "Oh cool," Terence yelled out, "they got the box working!" "Yeah," Callan says, looking at Steve, whom is still parked behind Barry, "looks like we'll have to have the wiring replaced in the den." "Ok, so I owe you for a rewiring job," Steve offers, reluctantly. "Need help with anything, Alonzo?" Steve and Barry watched, as Alonzo was greeted with a hug around the waist. "Um, yeah, sure Estefan. You know Steve Clark and Barry Barr, right?" "Yeah, sure," Estefan Sanchez replied. Not being at all shy, he approached Barry, placing his black hairy chest and stomach right up to Barry's bear body, hugging him. "Steve, how do you doing man?" Steve's smooth bod got a jolt, as Estefan's moist hair melded. After leaving the room, Steve and Barry got in some erotic comments. "Sure could feel his `excitement'," Steve commented, referring to Estefan's hard shaft pressing into his own. "Yeah, well that's what I do to guys, Steve. You should know that by now?" Steve wanted to claim that Estefan got rock hard, as a result of touching his smooth bod, but let his lover take the benefit of the doubt, claiming that his fat crotch was a result of his lover's sexual charisma. "On my!" Steve yelled out, trying to out voice the music blasting. He didn't need to enforce his astonishment, as Barry could see for himself, the grown men, all bare-chested with the little black bowties, entwined as they played Twister. "What'dya say Steve?" "I said, I hope this isn't the last game!" He shouted. Barry replied, "Oh, well I hope this isn't the last game!" % "Have enough to eat?" Riley asked. Riley sat there, across the table, watching Rodrigo pack away the last tidbit of bread, cleaning out the bowl of chili. "This is more than I eat all week, Gracias!" Lots of stuff ran around in Riley's brain. Being a cop, it was his duty to uphold the law. However, he also sensed, as a human being, that some things could wait until after Christmas. Here it was the day before Christmas Eve and no way could he picture having Rodrigo locked up in a jail cell until the processes of the law got back on track after the holiday. He smiled at what he thought was a wise decision to make. "Que?" ("What?"), Rodrigo asked, at seeing the smile. "Nothing. Just happy to see you eating." "This is good food. Now you take me to jail?" Riley hadn't even planned to bring up the subject. "Um, not yet." Procrastinating, he changed the subject, "If we hurry, we can make it to the mall and see about getting you something decent to wear?" The thirty year old cop wasn't about to ask how long it's been since Rodrigo had a change of clothes. So, paying the waiter, they headed out down the main drag. Being the end of the day, the mall had been quite deserted. Easily, they could shop in the men's store without having to wait for a fitting room. In fact, Rodrigo and Riley had been the only patrons. "Would you like any assistance, officer?" Forgetting he was still in the uniform, Riley felt like a jerk, afterwards, gazing down his front, like he had to check to make sure he wasn't plainclothed. "Hee heee... forgot. Thought I had changed. Um, I'm looking for some clothes for my friend here. You know. Something up to date?" "Well, sure. My name is Travis and anything I can help you with." The kind of assistance Riley wanted, he knew he couldn't have. But his goal here wasn't to pick up the salesmen, either! Suddenly, as burst of rough talk came from the counter, "Travis, I'm leaving for the evening. Don't forget to count out the draw." "Yes, Sir." Apparently, the boss didn't see that Travis had two more customers. "And don't forget to lock the storm room door." "I wouldn't, sir." Then, coming around the tall column, he notices, "And don't forget to... oh, I didn't know you had a customer. I hope you asked them if they needed help!" he barked at Travis. "Yes, sir. I've already offered," Travis replied, in a mediocre manner. "Don't get that attitude with me young man!" Then, turning to Riley, seeing his uniform, he adds, "Young college kids today don't know how good they have it!" After that, he doesn't even say `goodbye' and leaves. "Hey look, I'm sorry about the way my dad behaved." "Your father?" Riley asks. However, it's Rodrigo who really shakes things up, when he replies, "Same as mi Papi. He find out about me and throw me out of country." "Country?" Travis inquires. "I tell him me gay and he beat me, then toss me out." "You're gay?" Travis asks. "Si. No problemo. Same with you, no?" "I didn't say anything of the sorts," Travis said, in a form of denial. Riley thought right away, insult, defamation of character, followed by hefty lawsuit. "Um, Rodrigo is new to the country. He's not sure of his English and gets it mixed up, I'm sure you can understand," Riley tries to fudge it over. "Rodrigo, huh? That's a nice name. I'm Travis Zimmerling." "I like Travis," Rodrigo refers to his name, but at the same time is taking in the view of the eighteen year old, dark haired youth. Suddenly feeling left out of the conversation, Riley says, "I like the name Travis, too." Rodrigo, with his keen sense of human understanding, sees the feelings evoked. "I put this on now?" Rodrigo asks, wanting to try on a pair of jeans. "Sure. I'll unlock the fitting room for you. Right this way." Riley and Travis shoot the breeze, while waiting for Rodrigo's transformation. "How long have you been a police officer?" "About twenty years." "I once thought about becoming a cop, but now I think it'll be something else in the justice system. When I mentioned to my dad that I was gay." "Oh, so then Rodrigo was correct?" "Yeah. How did he know that?" "I'm not sure. He has this keen sense, I take it." "Gaydar?" Travis surmises. "That's what I thought. He was right on the money, when he guessed about me." It's then, at the moment Travis got the connection, that Riley realized his coming out. Travis stare for a moment, not wanting to make it look like he caught on. Smiling, Riley says, "Yeah, I'm gay too!" "Hey, if you want to keep it secret, I can keep my mouth shut," Travis says, concerned. "I don't offer it, but if people know, it doesn't bother me." "Lucky for you," Travis replies. "Oh?" "Yeah. My dad already warned me once that I've gotta keep it quiet. Bad enough when I told him that I got a beat... never mind." Jumping to the concern, Riley places his hand on Travis' shoulder, asking, "Did your father beat you when you told him, Travis?" "It's nothing." "Doesn't matter if it's your father or not. Being gay, nor telling someone about being gay does not warrant a beating." "It was only once." "Once is already too much." "My brother stopped him before it became to bad." "Your brother witnessed your beating?" "Yeah. Tristan and if what you're thinking is that he can be a witness, forget it. We're getting through college, doing what we gotta do, keeping our mouths shut over this and then we're outta here." "We? Is Tristan gay too?" "Oh shit!" Travis replied, realizing he just implicated his brother, on the gay issue. "How do I look?" Rodrigo burst open the door of the fitting room. The sight created a diversion from their heated conversation. Both Riley and Travis took in the sight of Rodrigo, in only the jeans. "Do you like?" Rodrigo asked. Riley and Travis paid more attention to the bare body above the waist. Forgetting all about hiding his homosexuality, Travis gasps, "Your gorgeous!" What Travis talked about was the dark patch of hair, mid-chest, two quarter-sized nips with light wisps of hair encasing them, the dark, defined stripe running down Rodrigo's tight stomach, entering his deep belly-hole and seeming darker, as his treasure trail came out and disappeared under the beltline of the jeans. "Look -- I pose for you!" Rodrigo said, fooling around now. When he did that, both Riley and Travis licked their lips, as they viewed the thick tufts of dark brown hair. Something put a damper on the show. "What the hell is going on here, Travis?" "Father? I thought you had gone?" "Obviously. So you could have fun with your perverted friends!" Riley didn't care if he had the uniform on or not. Didn't care if Travis' father got the notion of his sexuality or not. He wasn't going to put up with the bigot. Storming over to Mr. Zimmerling, he cursed, "Who the fuck you calling a pervert?" "Well, I just assumed," Zimmerling tried to coverup. "Assumed I was a faggot like your son?" "Travis, what did I tell you?" Before Travis could get a word out, Riley says, "Yeah, I hear you haven't been treating your son fairly?" "Travis?" Zimmerling shouted. However, it's Riley that did all the talking. "Don't worry," Rodrigo says to Travis, now standing next to him. Travis looked at Rodrigo, when a hand touched his back and began massaging it up and down. "Riley good man. He help you." "Damn, he's going to give me such a beating tonight. I can feel it," Travis replied. "No. You come with me tonight." "Where'd they go?" "I tell you. Riley help me and he help you." Travis looked back to the stockroom, where he heard faint voices shouting at each other. "I don't know. My father can be a bitch when he wants to be!" Rodrigo was a smart kid though. He decided to take Travis' mind away from the moment. "How you like me?" "You?" Travis replied, then looked down and said, "the jeans fit you good, Rodrigo." "And you like the rest of me, too?" "Well, yeah. You're awesome looking, Rodrigo." "We both same age, right?" "I'm nineteen. How old are you?" "Oops! I make mistake. I am eighteen." "Are you in high school?" "I don't go to school." "Oh, I figured you were Riley's brother or cousin or something. You don't live here?" "No. My cousin Juan in hospital. I come to visit. I meet Riley." "So, you're not relation to Riley?" "No. He my good friend now. He help you too. How old your brother?" "Nineteen. We're twins." "No matter. Riley help him too!" As Travis stood there, taking in the warm words of caring, he began liking Rodrigo right away. "And what's your story?" "My story?" "You have a friend in the hospital, right?" "My cousin. I am from Mexico. I live here now." "Oh, so you're staying with your cousin." "My cousin gay. He have partner. House burn down. They live with Riley, so I live with Riley, too." Suddenly the stockroom door is opened and the conversation comes outside. "I wonder what happened?" Travis asks. He finds out soon enough, as Riley say, "Sorry, Travis. Looks like I got you fired." "Fired? No shit?" "That's right and don't come back and you can make your last call on the cell phone I gave you to tell your fairy brother that same!" Reilly whipped out his wallet, threw the $50 on the counter for the jeans. He watched as Mr. Zimmerling had Travis make the call, then stole the cellphone from his hand. Even in tears, his father kept up the harsh badgering. "That okay amigo. Riley help me. He help you." `Sure', Riley said to himself. In many ways, he was happy that he could get two boys out from under the thumb of their homophobic father, but at the same time wondered what he was getting himself into, over the whole ordeal. % Barry, tickled at Steve's reaction, being sandwiched in between Mike Green and Alonzo, as he reached over to touch the blue spot in the Twister game. How many times have they joked with each other about having a three-way with Alonzo and now, here Steve is bending over Alonso, his crotch almost at his ass, his smooth chest connecting with bare back. Above him, the thirty-seven year old police officer hovered above, his dark blonde, sweaty body hair making contact with his back. "Hey, watch the hands, Mike!" Barry called out. As Mike leans over to touch a red spot, his hand goes around Steve's body, palm flat against Steve's stomach. "Oh man. If this doesn't make me hard, I don't know what will!" Mike calls out. His other half, Gary replies, "Oh, I can tell everybody what makes you hard, Mike!" The guys roar with laughter, as Gary has his hand down the front of his pants. "Why don't you show us Gary, since he's in the right position!" However, only known to Mike and himself, Gary knows that he's more attuned to having his ass plowed and not the way they perceive it now. "Oh no. Saving my load for shooting up his ass later!" Gary says, exchanging a wink with Mike. "Hey, watch what you say. We got a preacherman here, you know!" Mike says. "Oh, don't bother me," Pastor Jack states, "been there, done that!" They all stare at Terence Beethoven. "Hey, not with `me' he hasn't! Oh no! He's not ripping my ass apart with that thing!" Terence replies. "Oh?" Estefan asks, "And how would you know how big his sausage is?" Terence then looked funny as hell trying to explain himself out of that one. Pastor Jack was nice to explain that they've had some nice mutual jerkoffs. Some thought it was nice of Pastor Jack to fib. Of course, this way in their own private views. All kidding went to the wayside, as a knock came at the front door. Alonzo had had enough to drink, that it didn't phase him in the least to open the door. Two trenched-coated men whipped out their ID, of which one of them reported, "Rick Angelozzi, with the FBI and this is my partner Desmond Rousseau. We're looking for two men by the names of Steve Clark and Barry Barr." Desmond barged right in. "Um, I don't think this is the proper atmosphere to conduct an investigation," Alonzo tried to convey. "No problem," Desmond replies, in a tough, masculine manner. "It's not the first time I've been involved with Rick's crowd." "Um, you feel like getting pounded into the ground again, Des?" The men took this as more of a comic drama, then an FBI investigation. Of course, they all wondered how Rick looked underneath the outfit! Alonzo led them to Steve and Barry. This time, it had been Barry bent in half, over Tony D'Agostino. "Um, Barry, this FBI guy is looking for you." "Well they'll just have to hold on to their jocks. I'm almost winning here!" Rick Angelozzi, pointed out as a possibility to fit with the crowd of men, replied, "Take your time." Desmond added, "But hurry up." But it wasn't only Rick checking out the barechests. "See anything worth arresting," Rick asked Desmond. "Get off it, Rick." The others followed the conversation of the two, as Barry kept on going through the Twister motions, with each spin of the dial. "Why, Desmond, when are you going to admit it that you're in fact gay and not bi?" "Why don't you just fuckin' go and tell the whole world, Rick?" At the top of his lungs, Rick shouts, "Hey guys, Des is gay!" "Rick, you fuck!" It cost Rick a punch to the jaw, which sent him flying onto the chair, where Terence Beethoven sat. Without even thinking about it, Terence put his arms around Rick. "Hmm, you never know what going to a party is going to land ya!" Terence said. "Hmm, nice tie," He went on to say. Forgetting about his jaw, Rick replies, "Thanks. I like your tie, too." With Rick's chin still in place, Terence kept it there, then leaned over, locking lips. "Oh how sweet!" Desmond replied. Behind Desmond, Pastor Jack tapped on his shoulder, asking, "If you think that's sweet, think about this, big guy!" Every guy was stunned, but none more than Desmond, as Pastor Jack heaved his fist into the FBI man's jaw. "Oh shit!" was heard over and over throughout the room. "I can't believe you did that. Now I'm going to have to place you under arrest!" Desmond said, getting up off the floor. Speaking from his body still perched on Terence's lap, Rick replies, "Don't push it, Desi, or I'll have to take the same action and you know what the chief said the last time about that temper of your's!" "You tell'em, Rick," Terence cheered him on. When Rick had mentioned, `don't push it', Terence had thought he meant him, on account of his shaft was as hard as a rock and all ready! "Alright, but at least you can do is say your sorry." "Fuck you!" Pastor Jack told him. "You go Pastor Jack!" Estefan cheered him on. As if forgetting why they came, Pastor Jack got to talking with Desmond, as Terence with Rick. "Hey you know you're kind of cute, Rick." "Yeah? You think?" "Definitely. Are you like on duty still?" "Yeah, for awhile." "Are you like undercover?" "How do you mean that, Terence?" "Well, you came here to investigate something, right?" "We're supposed to be asking Steve Clark and Barry Barr some questions, but it looks like he's getting into another game." "So, what's you hurry?" "No hurry. We're not out to inconvenience anyone." "Then why are you inconveniencing me, Rick?" "Huh? How's that go, Terence?" "How can I make sweet love to your body with all these clothes in the way?" "I dunno, Terence. I'm kind shy about stuff like taking my clothes off around other people." "No problem, Rick. We all know each other. And hey, look over there at your buddy. Hee hee... I knew it for a fact that Pastor Jack would have your buddy stripped in no time." "Shit! I knew it! I knew it!" "Knew what, Rick?" "He kept telling me he was bisexual. Yeah righ." "C'mon, let's get you out of that `shy' mode." "Oh wow, your Pastor Jack not only got Desi bare-chested, but he's helping him off with his pants." "Yeah and after I get you stripped, I'm taking mine off too." "But the other guys, they." "Hey guys," Terence yells out, "it's stripping time!" The room had more or less been paired off anyway, so all that remained was for pants to drop. Barry, Steve, Alonzo and Callan had congregated. "Hey, Barry?" "Yeah, Alonzo?" "Um, I'm not sure how to say this, but... well, here goes. Callan mentioned to me that before he met me, you and Steve wanted to have a threeway with him?" "Oh, well that was only wishful thinking, Alonzo," Steve replied. "Well, Callan and I had talked it over and well, we couldn't afford to buy you and Steve anything worth getting." Callan states, "Other than some piece of crap to hang on the wall". Continuing, Alonzo states, "So we decided that we would give you a threeway with him." "Oh, now that's real generous and sweet of you Alonzo, but..." Then an evil desire came over Barry, one that started way down in his crotch. "...Make it a fourway and we'll take it!" It's Steve that starting congratulation Barry with the great idea, at the same time, eyeing up Alonzo's hairy chest, the thin trail down his stomach and what looked to be a deep innie, his tongue would enjoy tasting. "Oh, well, I figured I would stay out here with our guests while you three had fun between the sheets," Alonzo told them. "Well, then maybe we can make it another night?" "Sure, if you would like to," Callan seemed to agree on. Steve, already a bit over-horned, offers, "In fact we don't have to make it once. How about once a week?" They all laugh at Steve's suggestion. "C'mon, we'll help you clean up. I think everybody else is `involved'," Barry offers. Steve replies, "Yeah, especially Terence." "Hey, where'd he go?" Barry asks. Alonzo states, "Another reason the foursome wouldn't work tonight, unless we wanted to make it a sixsome." "I'm game," Steve replies. "Here, Steve, take the platter of meat into the kitchen," Barry says, handing it to him, with a funny look on his face. Steve flutters his eyebrows. % Continued.... Copyright 2005 T. Luke McPhee This story may not be sold or made part of any collection without prior written permission.