Date: Wed, 28 Dec 2005 11:34:34 -0800 (PST) From: T. Chase McPhee Subject: A 'Nature Walk' Christmas fourteen 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" fourteen wriTten by T. Chase McPhee % "Where are you and Matty sleeping tonight, Chad?" Philip asked, with Aidan standing nearby. "Try that one again, squirts, and Santa's not going to bring you anything!" "You tell'em, Chad," Matty backed up his lover. Chad and Matty had grown wise to waking up. The night before they had made sure the bed sheet and blanket had been thoroughly secured beneath the mattresses. They weren't leaving any leeway for toes to get tickled. They also stashed Chad's sneakers in the closet. As the kids drank their cocoa, in the kitchen, the dads showed up at the back door. "Um, we just want you to know that we're charging you double time and half for sitting these squirts!" Matty informed the two. "Ugh..." "Nice party, dads?" Matty asked Philip asks, "Dad, how come dad your bowtie is underneath your shirt?" "Yeah, dad." Aidan then asks, "How come your bowtie is under your collar?" "'Explain it to ya later. Hold down the fort, will ya Chad and Matty?" Next another knock came at the back door. "Hey, can we use your shower?" Even though it was like thirty degrees outdoors, Terence Beethoven and friend showed up, naked from the waist up, except for the black ties. Rick Angelozzi had his long necktie draped down his chest, minus the shirt. "How come your outside without no shirt, Terry?" Diego asks. "We're members of the Icebergers Club." "What's them?" Diego asks. "We like cold." Philip observes, "Just like me, Terry. When your nips get cold, they get all shrivelly!" The twenty-six year old looked down, wondering how Philip could see his nips through his thick chest hair. Instead, he felt up both nips, rubbing his palms over his chest. Then they all mocked him, "Feel good, Terry?" Chad joined in with, "Yeah, really Terry... getting kinky around the squirts!" "Aren't you going to introduce us to your hottie friend?" Matty asks. Chad busts his lover, "Matty, you doofus. Can't you see you're embarrassing the guy? My name is Chad Barr. What's your's, hunk?" They all howled at Chad's remark, especially after busting Matty over the same thing. Rick did blush a bit. "Chad Barr, you say?" Rick asked. "Yup." "I seem to have a few questions to ask you," Rick replies, emptying his pockets to find his pad. Terence answers the question on Chad's face, "F.B.I.!" "For real?" Philip asks. Aidan adds, "Holy cow! The feds are in our house." Diego, a bit sleepy, but nonetheless, enthralled as the other two, asks, "Are you gonna arrest Chad?" "No, I'm not going to do that, son." Chad and Matty had already connected with Terence, as Rick fidgeted for his pad. With smiles on their faces, they wiggled their eyebrows, telling Terence he had some hot find there. "Matty?" "Yeah, squirt?" he acknowledges Diego. "How come you and Chad are wriggling your eyes at Terence?" Philip and Aidan howled, knowing Chad and Matty grew embarrassed at Diego's question, right in the front of Rick. Unknown to their being, Rick picked up on Diego's question, but kept it to himself. It lent to more incentive to get to know Terence more. Up until now he wasn't sure if this was still part of a one night stand. The sex in bed was great. Standing there in the kitchen, twisting and turning to find which pocket his pad was in, well it hurt his freshly-fucked ass a bit! "Terry, are you gonna stay over and wake up with us for Christmas?" "Um, I dunno, Philip." "Oh pleeeeeeeez?" "Yeah, c'mon Terry," Aidan followed Philip's act, hands together, like a little beggar. "Looks like we're old news, Matty," Chad states. His plans before Desmond and Rick descended on the party, was to go home and spend Christmas Eve with Pastor Jack, however with Rick literally falling into his life, and the same with Desmond latching onto Jack, he thought that nothing was keeping him from staying. Though, he wondered about Rick's plans. "We'll think about it guys, okay?" Terence came to the conclusion. Rick went along with whatever Terence told them. In reality, the twenty-seven year old hoped it would turn out where he stayed too. With Desmond going home with Pastor Jack, that would leave him alone at the motel. "Hey guys, can you direct us to the nearest shower?" "How come you didn't shower at my daddie's house?" Diego asks. "Um, Chad?" "Yeah, Terence?" "Do the kid a favor and keep him here tonight?" Diego looked at Terence, wondering why. That is until he asked. "Why?" "Um, because the house is a little messy right now and your daddies want to make sure it's cleaned up, after the party. See how much your daddies think of you?" "Yup. I'm so lucky to have the best daddies in the whole world!" Diego replies. Of course, Aidan and Philip jumped to dispute that! "So, where's the shower?" "When we get back, you squirts better be ready for bed." "Where am I gonna sleep?" Little Diego asks. "In the squirts bedroom of course." Chad, looking at Philip and Aidan, suggests, "I'm sure you two wouldn't mind sleeping in the same bed, so Diego can have one to sleep in?" "Oh no, Chad. We wouldn't mind at all!" Matty says, "Five minutes and we'll be back. If Santa Claus sees you guys in the kitchen, he'll hightail it out of here and forget to leave the presents!" Going on to caution the three squirts, Matty went on to tell them that the kitchen needed to be spotless. They dove into the chore instantly. "Um, you guys have anything we can change into after we shower?" "Of course. We always provide clothes for the houseguests," Chad told Terence. "Hee hee, being that we're here more than at home." Matty leads the two into the guest room. "You two can have the bed. Chad and I like the sofa in the den." "Why? What's wrong with the bed?" "You see that skylight up there?" "Yeah," Rick said, looking up. As Rick looked up, Chad and Matty took on the view of the ted slowly removing his pants from each leg. Chad nudged Matty, as they both saw the bulge. Terence whom had been going through the closet, emerged just in time to capture the two, spying on Rick. "Owwwch!" the two said, as if in unison. Terence reached around Chad's right side and Matty's left, tweaking a nip a piece. And then, to deliberately embarrass the two, "I think Chad and Matty are really starting to like you, Rick. The top half and the bottom!" "Terence, you fuck!" "Careful what you wish for, for Christmas, Matty!" Terence replied, grinning. Easy-mannered, Rick replied, "Actually I'll take their browsing," he put it in airy parenthesis, "as a compliment. Thanks guys. In fact...." Terence got the last laugh, as Matty and Chad watched Rick lower his already lowrise briefs, his thumb catching under the elastic and pulling them down. "Whoooa," Matty sighed, "you've got to be packin' at least nine inches!" "Nine and a half, to be exact," Rick replied. Chad asks, "I don't suppose they make you measure it when you sign up?" "Yeah and they measure the circumference of his asshole, too," Terence mocks. "Really?" Chad asks, "Do they measure it with a dildo or the real thing?" "Oh, the real thing of course. That's why I have to get on my laptop tonight and email the `ass measuring department' and report that it hurt when Terence shoved his seven inches up my ass!" Chad and Matty laughed their asses off, but also guessed that it must've been some party. "Hey, Preppy, we better get the squirts to bed and hightail it home to get the presents." "Yeah, we better. Um, one question though," Chad poses to Rick, "if Terry fucked you, then how are you going to get rid of that monster hardon, Rick?" "Why, Chad? You volunteering your ass?" "No way. Only one man fucks this ass!" "Oh, so you're a hot bottom, are you?" Chad replies to Rick, "Used to. I mean." "What Chad means is that we used to switch, but I think we've gotten to the point where... well, we have this `understanding'." Matty had to put his arm around Chad, rubbing the side of his head up against his loverman. "That's real nice guys. Real nice. I'm happy for you. I hope someday I meet a man that will make me happy like you two are," Rick replied. Terence stood there, hoping for the same thing, as he watched Rick tell Chad and Matty. "C'mon Preppy, let's move?" % "I kind of feel funny being here." "Don't Dean. Patrick and I have talked it over and we think it's the best solution for right now." "But you and Patrick are in love Zach." "And are you denying you and Patrick aren't, Dean?" "I'm sorry Zach." "Don't be Dean. I'm not." "You're not? But aren't you jealous or anything?" "Not really. I understand things like this happen and well, I'm also optimistic that we can work this out between the three of us. Let me ask you, Dean. Are you jealous?" "Oh no. Not in the least. I mean, if it means making Patrick happy, I'm willing to try to make this work. But I just don't know how it goes with three guys in a relationship." "Yeah, I'm kind of freaked out about this myself," Patrick put it to Zach. "What do we do in bed, Zach?" "That I can't predict. What we have to do is get in bed and see where it goes." So, like three peas in a pod, Zach gets in bed first, followed by Patrick and then Dean. The three nudes guys lay on their backs, flat out, looking at the ceiling. "I think you should be in the middle, Zach." "Why's that Patrick?" "Because this way you can get to know Dean, plus you're the oldest." "Hey, just because I'm twenty-two, doesn't make me any better at this, Patrick." "Wow, I didn't know you were `that' old, Zach!" "Well, it's not like I'm ancient or anything, Dean. Like I'm only five years older than you." "I guess. It just seemed like you were older, because.... Never mind." Zach smiled. He knew why. The whole time he got up to climb over Patrick, Dean's eyes had been on his crotch. He knew as far as the stats went, he out numbered the two. However, something that tickled Zach's vision was that dark blonde treasure trail running from Dean's navel into his blonde pubes. He wanted like hell at least to touch it. That's one thing that turned Zach on, as far back as he can remember. As he got older, his treasure trail became integrated with the swirl of dark brown hair that seemed to twist around his navel. Then as his stomach hair began coming in thicker, his treasure trail lost it's sole identity. In addition to beating the two guys at shaft size, he also killed the odds on being the hairiest of the three, his chest nice and dark, covering his pecs from side to side and neck to mid chest. Patrick had a bit of hair midchest, that seemed to stripe his stomach, right down to his pubes, covering his navel. "Are you going to fuck me, Zach?" "Do you want me to fuck you, Dean?" "I dunno. Do you want to?" "Hey, for now I'm doing all the fucking around here!" "Well, excuse us!" Zach said. Then he added, "Then you should be the one in the middle!" "Owwwch!" Patrick replied, after Zach gave Patrick a slap on the stomach. Dean laughed, watching Zach crawl back over Patrick, giving him little niptugs and fingering his navel. "You guys are a panic!" Dean told them. Patrick says, "Oh you just wait Dean. Wait till I get ahold of your little nubs!" Thus the threeway love affair got underway. % "I don't believe how much you are packing away, Rodrigo," Travis Zimmerling remarked. He, Riley and Rodrigo sat there at the kitchen table at Riley's flat. After dinner out, Rodrigo helped put away the other half of an apple pie. "I never have ice cream on pie before. It good!" "No doubt," Riley replied. "Looks like I'll have to buy two half gallons from now on!" "Riley?" "Yes, Travis?" "I want to thank you for putting us up, especially on Christmas Eve." "Well couldn't leave out there in the cold." Rodrigo says, "I tell you Riley good man and help you. He help me, too." A knock came at the front door. Riley rose to get it. Travis follows, knowing it's most likely his brother. Opening the door they get a most unwelcome surprise. "What the hell happened to you?" "Oh nooooooooooo," Travis panics. "Ai caramba!" Rodrigo shouts, looking at Travis' twin brother, his face bruised, lip cut open. "C'mon, let's get you to the hospital." Tristan Zimmerling takes one step inside the house and collapses. "Do you know how to drive, Travis?" "Yes, but a police car?" "I know I'll probably get my head handed to me, but we don't have a choice." As Travis got behind the wheel of the patrol car, Riley was in the back, on his cellphone with WRMH. "You know the way to the hospital, right Travis?" "Yes." "Good. Rodrigo, flick that switch over there and Travis, step on it!" "You mean I get to go through the lights?" "Yeah, but carefully." Riley went to work on Tristan. He unbuttoned his shirt, peeling it. He didn't like what he saw; bruise marks on the teen's stomach, as well as around the face. "Fuck, your old man sure did do a number on you!" "Oh shit!" Travis called out. "Ai caramba!" Rodrigo called out, as the concrete abutment scratched the entire side of the patrol car. Rodrigo watched as the concrete buckled, snapping off the car handled. He jumped across the seat, falling against Travis. "Not now, Rodrigo!" Travis yelled out. "I not try anything. I scared it break window!" Even in moments of despair, a little humor flickered between the two. "Don't worry about it. Just get us to the hospital!" As they pull up, a patrol car pulls behind Riley's. "You're in serious trouble young man," the officer tells Travis. "But...." Travis tries to speak. "Oh Riley, what is this?" "Forget that and help me get this kid on the stretcher." Calling ahead made all the difference in the world. Dr. Maria Scalia happened to be on duty for her last hour, before going home. It would make a difference for Tristan's wellbeing that she was there and her hasty action to get him the badly needed medical attention. "Mike, I want you to do me a favor." "Sure, Riley." "The kid's father did this to him. We need a warrant for his arrest." "I'll get on it right away." Riley had a double-take, watching Mike Green walk away. He thought to himself, `Dammit, Mike, too bad you're already taken, you fox!' "I knew I should have warned Tris to get out of there." "What do you mean get out of there, Travis?" "Yeah, what you mean, Travis?" Rodrigo asks. With Travis in the middle, Rodrigo rubs Travis' back, trying to console him. Riley made up his mind hours ago, ever since they left the men's shop, that he had lost Rodrigo to Travis. He summed it up as they clicked and he didn't. Plus, he thought what folly it to be that himself, a thirty year old guy could possibly meet up with a an eighteen year old and click. A year ago he made a vow that by this Christmas he would find a man and settle down. He had such high hopes that Rodrigo was that Christmas present to himself. However, he also thought about Travis and his brother. For now his hopes and dreams didn't matter. The important thing was that Tristan would pull through. Yeah, the biggest blessing this Christmas would be to see Travis smiling. Then, looking to Rodrigo, he smiled to himself, thinking of all that food shopping he did this week, only to have half of it eaten out from under him! % "I can't believe you're a pastor, Jack." "And I can't believe what a fuckin' bad boy you are, Desi!" "What do you mean bad boy?" "Just get your legs up in the air. I need to cool down my hard shaft!" "Oh man do you like to fuck!" "Like you don't want it, Desi?" "Um, take it easy, huh Jack?" Back in the rectory, the home shared with Terence Beethoven, the six foot, four inch reverend gently leaned forward, the tip of his 9.5c slowly piercing the FBI man's ass ring. "Oooooh akkkkooooooh ooooh!" "Feel's good, don't it badboy?" "I'm not a...akkkkkk ooooh oooh shit, ok...okay... I'm a badboy!" "Hee heee heee... I knew I'd get it out of ya!" "Are you sure you're allowed to act like that, being a minister and all?" "Hey, I'm human first. Second, a top. Third, a top that likes to fuck a tight ass and man, is yours tight, Des." After he got that bit of information of out Desmond, Pastor Jack worked his way in slowly. "Ooooooh...ooooh fuck!" Desmond called out. "How's my bi-boy like his fuck? Feel good?" "Hell yeah!" "Hey, watch the language," Pastor Jack warned him. "Oops! Sorry," Desmond replied. However, Desmond went on to curse left and right, as he felt his ass canal stretched. He wasn't the only one throwing around an occasional, `hell yeah', or `fuck this is hot'. Both, only human exclaimed how they felt, without thinking about it. % "Hey, are you guys gonna do stuff in bed, like my daddies do?" "What does your daddies do in bed?" Aidan asked Diego. "I dunno. Probbly the same as your daddies do. A lotta kissin' and stuff." Philip adds, "Probbly what they do in the `Queer As Folk' DVD. Remember when we saw them at Matty's, Aidan?" "Oh, I remember. Yeah, this one guy had his cock inside the other guy's ass." "Yikes!" Diego says. "Didn't you know that, Diego?" "Nope. Why would he want to do that? Get all brown stuff on it... yeeech!" "He didn't get anything on his cock." "No?" "Nope. When the guy pulled his cock out of the guy's ass, it was all white, right Phil?" "Yup, Aidan's right, except it had all this gooey stuff." "Oh yeah, I forgot about that. Yeah, like Phil said, his juices exploded when he was inside the guy." "Ex-plowded?" Diego asks. "Yeah. It happens. Don't you ever work your own cock, Diego?" "What do you mean work my cock?" "Show him, Aidan," Philip taunts him. Reluctantly, Aidan says, "Okay." Slapping the covers off of himself and Philip, Aidan arches his back to get his pajama bottoms down. Diego sits on the edge of his bed. He watches, as Aidan curves his hand around his little cock. "We saw how they did it on `Queer As Folk'," Philip informs Diego. "And the pee pee is gonna come out?" "Not pee pee, Diego. It's this gooey stuff," Philip tells him, as Aidan is starting to `feel real nice'. But nothing happens. "Oh well, I guess my cream isn't backed up enough." "It's not what?" Diego asks. "Yeah, it's gotta get built up," Philip explains, "like on `Queer As Folks', the guy said his balls were empty." Diego feels his crotch. "I think mine are empty, too. I just pee peed before I went to bed." "It doesn't come out when you pee pee, Diego." "Yeah," Aidan helps Philip explain, "and pee pee doesn't come out when the cream comes out." "Oh." Getting tired, Philip says, "Ask your daddies. They can tell you about it." "Yeah," Aidan agrees, "ask your daddies." "I will." % "Rough night, Mike?" "Yeah. Oh man. It couldn't have ended any worse." "Why? What happened?" Mike went on to explain, as Gary massaged his shoulders. From his shoulders, his hands reached around in front and slowly began to unfasten the buttons of Mike's police shirt. "Sounds like you could use some TLC." "Oh yeah. Need to unwind. How about a beer?" "Oh no you don't. I"ve got something special planned for us." "Heeeey, you ripped the buttons on my shirt!" "Yeah, what a shame, huh?" Mike wasn't too much perturbed, as Gary pulled the shirt down his back, letting it catch at his wrists, as if cuffing him. Moving around to the front, Mike threw his head back, as Gary licked over his right nip. "Ooooooooh...." As Gary gnawed away on the nip, his hands busied with his thirty-seven year old lover's buckle. Letting the pants, laden with the belt buckle that supported Mike's revolver, cuff and pouch, nightstick and other equipment, they fell to the floor with a thud. "Careful, that could go off." "Are you talking about this?" Gary replied, sticking his hand down the front of Mike's briefs. "'That' more likely than the one on my belt!" "Oh, I'm counting on it, but not until it's shoved up my ass!" "Aren't we the horny little buzzard? Hey, where you going, hon?" "Out to the hot tub. Lose the clothes by the time you get there?" Mike smiled. He had to pull up his pants in order to sit and take his boots off. However, he noted how stiff his shaft had gotten, feeling up the briefs that Gary had snapped back into place. "Shit!" He called out when his boot lace got snagged in a knot. Frustration set in, as his balls continued on churning away, thinking of the hot time they would be having in the hot tub. "Oh hell!" He said, selecting the large paring knife out of the butcher block. He laughed, as if getting the best of his boot lace, slicing through it, speaking to himself, "Hee heee... thought you were going to stop me, huh you little fucker! I'll show ya who's boss!" "Um, you always talk to your boot like that Mike?" "Oh hi.......Zach?" Mike replied, gulping when he looked upon the twenty-two year old, in the buff. "I just stopped down for some Pepsi." "And how did it work out with you and Patrick and his friend?" Mike couldn't help it but stop to look at the pale ass, as Zach bent over to look for the cans of soda. "We, Dean's dad, Gary, Patrick and I got together and talked it out...." Sitting there, he couldn't help it. Mike began to rub his crotch. Not like he was going to jump and rape the living daylights out of Zach, but the feeling felt good. ".....the best we could come up with for now, not that I minded at all... in fact...." Mike giggled, as Zach squatted down, to look under the bottom shelf, his cock touched the floor. Right away, Zach scooped that and his balls up in his hand. "......oooh, that's cold! So, as it stands we're trying it out as a threesome... threeway... whatever you call it." "Nice," Mike replied. Standing, Zach turned round, three cans of Pepsi in one hand. "What's nice?" "That you three are working it out." "Oh." "Why? What did you think I meant, Zach?" They both smiled at each other. "I better get this upstairs." On his way, he snatched the bag of chips from atop the fridge. "Mike, are you coming before Christmas day?" "Oh yeah. Just had a snag in my lace. Nothing that Japanese steel can't handle!" "Well, don't forget to put it in the dishwasher, please!" "Yeah right. Next thing you'll be accusing me is that my roast beef tastes like leather." "Now do I ever complain about how your meat tastes, Mike?" That made Mike hustle out to the hot tub, Gary holding the door for him. % "Yeah, I don't believe it. I'm sitting there, counseling the kid and he starts asking me about my childhood." "What about your childhood, Tony?" "Oh, nothing." "Nothing, huh? You told Patrick about your childhood, but not me?" "Estefan, don't get all riled up over it. I only mentioned it because I was supposed to be counseling Patrick and instead, he turns the whole session around, as if he's supposed to be counseling me. That's the only reason I brought it up." "Your sweating now, Tony." The twenty-five year old withdrew his questions for the night. He could see that his `interrogation' was starting to get Tony upset. "Um, you want to play with my nips tonight?" "Nah. I just feel like laying here with you. Okay?" "No problem." "Just thought it would make you relaxed." "I'm relaxed laying here with you holding me." However, Estefan was determined to make the twenty-six year old intern loosened up. Breaking away from their embrace, the Latino got up on his knees. "What are you doing?" "Shhhhh," He told Tony. As if he already summed up what was going to happen to him, Tony rolled over onto his back, placing his hands behind his head. "Oh, so now you're trying to seduce me, huh?" Tony didn't reply, but watched as Estefan climbed up the bed, his knees separating as he straddled his torso. His 6.5c dragged along his pubic region, stimulating his own cock into action. He got hit with a double whammy, as Estefan lowered himself, grinding his shaft into his pubes, as his mouth encompassed his hairy armpit. Sucking on the pit hair, he felt Estefan lapping like a cat lapping up milk. "Oooooh," Tony sighed, at the wet feeling in the pocket of his arm, but also the motion of Estefan's piece massaging his own. In no time at all, Estefan sensed the moment when he should slide off of Tony's body, onto his back and raise his legs. Up from the bed Tony got himself, stroking his ten inch spike, readying it for penetration. % "How are you enjoying the party, Billy?" "Nice, Michael." "Um, it's Mr. Case around the other guest, Billy." "Sorry Mr. Case." "Billy, go ask Jake Manning to step over here to see me?" "Yes, sir." The forty-one year old dominant top watched Billy walk away. He almost licked his lips, seeing that tight bubble butt, stuffed into the black leather chaps. When he turned, he eyed up and down, the hot bear chest and stomach. He wanted the fireman and bad. Tonight he would claim his ass. Whether Billy saw it as love or not, Michael Case was used to taking what he wanted. He wanted Billy. His cock could almost taste the hot ass chute. "You wanted to see me, Mike?" "Yeah, Jake. I was wondering if you can take on the `MC' position for me tonight?" "You kidding, Mike? Have all that fun in the dungeon without you? You look forward to this every year? What could be more important than playing with a bunch of hot guys in the dungeon?" Looking at Billy, Michael Case replies, "Jake, I think I've met my man." "The bear?" "Yeah. Funny isn't it?" "But Mike, I thought you always had your heart set on a trim, muscled type guy?" "Things change, I guess, Jake. I don't know what it is, but everything about Billy strikes me as the man I've wanted all my life." "Um, tell me if I'm wrong, but do you mean taking him for you boy?" "I don't know how that's going to work out Jake." "Oh yeah. You've got it bad, Mike." "You think so, Jake?" "Yeah and don't worry. I'll be the perfect host." "I didn't think you would give me much of a problem and oh, almost forgot." "What's that, Mike?" Looking at his watch, he says, "I got your Christmas present coming. He should be showing in about ten minutes. The name's Dave Taylor. Billy's buddy from the fire department. If you don't want to bed him, take him down to the dungeon and be merry, if you know what I mean?" "Hmm... might decide to do both, Mike." "Hey, he's all yours. Do what you want with him." "Thanks. Got stats on him?" "Thirty-six years old, dark hair, not much else other than he's homophobic." Michael waited for a response. One he knew he would get. "Oh yeah. Definitely gonna breed him tonight!" % "I haven't had quite a nice Christmas like this in a long time, guys." "Last year was our first Chrismas together," Jim told Maury. "Well, if you two want to be by yourselves...." The two teens pressed Maury back down into the bed. "You're not going anywhere, Maury," Connor replied. "Hey guys, look. I appreciate the thought, but I'm like almost twenty years older than you guys and..." "So? Aren't you gay and a man?" Jim asks. "Yeah, so?" "That's all that matters." "Yeah, but I'm sure you two young guys would rather be alone than with an older guy like me on Christmas Eve." "I guess we'll have to show Maury we don't mind, huh Connor?" Going along, Connor replies, "Yeah. Let's get'im!" Not having bottomed since he was fifteen and tried it just to find out, Jim began licking at Maury's left hairy nip. "C'mon, get on his other one, Connor." "Cool!" Connor called out, as the two high school jocks lowered their mouths over Maury's chest. They giggled, hearing Maury moan and groan. Jim's hand slid down the hairy stomach, connecting with Maury's hard shaft. He stroked it nice and easy. His hand slipped lower, cupping Maury's balls and massaging them. If Maury's hand went for his own cock, Jim slapped it away. "Un-uh, Maury. Don't be a bad boy." Connor reaffirmed Jim's decision, saying, "Yeah, bad boys get coal in their stocking for Christmas." % Continued....in "Nature Country" 01 Copyright 2005 T. Luke McPhee This story may not be sold or made part of any collection without prior written permission.