Date: Wed, 21 Dec 2005 11:33:52 -0800 (PST) From: survivalgame Subject: A 'Nature Walk' Christmas six 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" six wriTten by T. Chase McPhee % "Did you see what I saw?" "Yeah, I saw him, Jim." "Was he hot or what?" Both teens propped themselves up from the sofa, after seeing the pizza boy run from the door to the kitchen, Maury tailing him. Sticking their heads inside the door frame, to take a listen, they heard Maury pleading, "Oh come on, Jason, they're nice guys. You'll like them." "I don't know, Maury. I don't mind taking my clothes off in front of you, but with other guys?" "They don't have any clothes on, Jason." "Good for them," Jason replied, opening the steaming box. "Listen, I'm going to take pieces out and...." "Oh c'mon and stay, Jase." "Huh?" Standing there, letting the steam pour out of the pizza box, twenty year old Jason Tournier looks over at the doorway, now occupied by two fully naked high school jocks. Rubbing both hands up and down his pecs and stomach, Jim tells Jason, "Look, we're okay with being naked around you." "Yeah, but...." Connor sees that Jim is trying to `help out' Jason. Jim parades his altogether up to the pizza delivery man, "Yeah. C'mon Jase. We're not shy!" "Obviously," Jason replies, letting the lid to the pizza box drop, as he singles Jim out, gazing up and down his teen body. Maury adds, "Yeah, Jason. How are you going to get a man if you don't shed the clothes for him to check out the goods?" At first, Connor thought maybe Maury had some feelings for the five foot, eleven inch, dark brown-haired guy, but now his feelings wavered. "You're not trying to set me up with one of these guys, are you Maurice?" "Set you up?" Connor questions. "With us?" Jim asks, adding, "Not with us. Oh no." Connor leans forward, on Jim's shoulders, his cock and balls pressing against his back, nether-region, arms woven underneath Jim's pits, interlocking over his chest, then says, "Jim and me are lovers and nothing or nobody is ever going to change that. Right Jim?" Jim didn't say anything on purpose. "I `said', `right' Jim?" To further accent the point, Connor takes hold of both Jim's nips and gives them hefty tugs. "Owwwch... yes... yes.... A thousand times, yes!" Good thing Jason stood behind the counter. What Connor was doing to Jim, made his crotch twitch and expand! % Miguel could care less that his hiney shone through the rear of the hospital gown. Dr. Hannon had his hands full, as Miguel carried the IV bag in one hand, winding the doctor's nice tie and white dress shirt up in his other hand. Threatening the doctor with punching him out with the bag full of liquig, Miguel shouted, "Listen, doc, you don't come telling me that you found my Juan and then tell me I can't see him. You got that punk?" "Whooooaaa....whooooaaaa... hold on there a minute, Miguel." By accident, Chance Adamson came from around the corner. "And who the fuck are you?" Miguel asked, obviously upset. "Tell ya, Miguel you've got some tackle!" "You gonna tell me the fuck who you are?" suddenly, Miguel spun around, ready to smackdown the person touching his shoulder. "Papi?" "Not a very nice way to talk to the man that helped you out last night, son." "You're that fireman?" "That I am." "You look different." "Yeah. The yellow outfit, plus the grime hides a lot," Chance replied. "Hey, look. I'm sorry man. Yeah, my Papi explained how you tried to help me, man." "It's Chance. Chance Adams." "Miguel, bro." Chance smiled. Such was the occasion for turning from some brute, into a near relation! "I think you owe Dr. Hannon an apology, son," Alberto suggested to his son. "Yeah, look doc. Sorry about messin' ya up and all," Miguel replied, finessing the crinkled tie, literally taking his shirt tail and tucking it in a little bit, under his belt buckle. "Ahem!" Dr. Hannon replied, "I think I can handle that!" Chance smiled at Miguel's efforts to apologize to the thirty year old doctor. "Juan!" Miguel suddenly remembered. "He's banged up pretty bad, son, but he's stable," Alberto confides in his son. "You saw him? How come I didn't..." "They had you drugged, son." "I think Dr. Hannon will allow you to see him." "Hmm...." Miguel replied, after the cool reception he got the first time around. Leading the entourage of Alberto, Miguel and Chance, Dr. Hannon took them to Juan's room. Alberto and Miguel stayed to talk with his son's lover. "Thanks for helping me out there, Chance." "No problem, Dr. Hannon." "You can call me Peter." Sometime, while the altercation between Dr. Hannon and Miguel had taken place, Chance had checked the doctor's finger, to see if it contained a wedding band. Now, with the friendly attitude, more than Miguel got offered, Chance pursues his own endeavors. "How about a cup of java, Peter?" "I've got a few minutes." Chance's gaydar tuned in on the doctor, whom couldn't have been much older than his twenty-eight years of age. "Cool. Coffee shop?" "Either that or over lunch?" "My, my, Peter. You move fast!" "These days a guy's gotta to what he's gotta do, if he intends on getting what he wants," Dr. Hannon filled in the fireman, rather in a suggestive tone. Chance thought he would be the one trying to make all the plays. At the same time, Peter's cool attitude turned him on. % At least they got Jason to come in and watch the DVD with them, even though the other three sat around in the buff. "Have you seen um, your professor....." Connor tried asking the question. The professor answered, "Yeah, he's seen me in the buff before. Tell them Jason. Tell them how I almost got you into the pool naked." "Yeah, so. I kept my briefs on." Almost as bad as Maury, Jim prods, "Then why don't you at least take your shirt off, Jase." "I'll take whatever off, whenever I'm good and ready, thank you," Jason reprises his intentions. "Well!" Jim says, as if insulted, but squeezes Connor's hand, signaling he's entertained by Jason's demeanor. It most likely became obvious to all three, that Jason's crotch had shown some `rise', to the "Ski Fling' DVD, plus the fact that Connor and Jim each had traded off hands to stroke their tall erections, while watching along. "Oh, what a fake!" Jim calls out. "What is?" Jason shows interest in Jim's assumption. "Brad McCollough, sitting over there by the fireplace" "What about him? " Jason shows more of an interest. By the way, it's Connor who nudged Jim, when Jason's hand fell into his lap. "They showed him with his briefs on and two seconds later, Jordan Tal is sitting next to him, where Brent Woodhill was sitting, plus all of a sudden Brad doesn't have his briefs on?" "Hmm... guess I missed it," Jason cues them in to. Connor rebukes him, saying, "How can you miss it, Jase? His briefs are as flat as a pancake and then they're stripped and Brad's got a raging hard on!" Maury giggles, as he watches and listens to the two high school jocks, interrogating Jason. "Here, Maury, flip that control over hear. I'll show ya, Jase," Jim says. Watching out for Maury's toss, Jim protects his assets. "I knew you were going to try that, Maury!" Maury smiles, after trying to give the control a soft landing, instead hitting Jim in the stomach. Then, Maury's attention is diverted once more to the door. "Be right back," Maury says. As if the three cared, with their attention to detail. In the middle of keying their vision on Brad McCollough's briefs, Maury derails their train of thoughts. "Hey guys, this is Albert... Albert, this is Connor, Jim and that handsome hunk over there is Jason Tournier. Isn't he cute, Albert? Huh?" "Do you always have to make it so obvious that you're trying to play matchmaker, Uncle Maurice?" Staring at Albert, Jim could tell why Maury `had' to play matchmaker. The guy had to wear 2x shirts and who knows what size pants fit him. "Um, you want to watch this DVD, Albert," Maury inquired, then turned right around and said, "Of course you want to watch this DVD with us!" "Yeah, we're watching the part that's the biggest fake job," Jim continues, pointing out the big balls, with the sagging cock in the actor's briefs, then for the third time, how the briefs are instantly gone, replaced by the raging shaft, bedded in a dark brown pubic bush, two sugar plums nestled underneath. "Um, I'm showing you this for your benefit, Jase. You follow?" "Yeah, go ahead, Jim." Very well, but Jason had a tough time keeping focused on "Ski Fling", as his attention span kept lapsing, changing direction towards the paunchy guy to Connor's left. It's actually Maury that began to get a kick out of watching Jason lick his lips, as he spied on Albert, looking him up and down. "Anybody for more pizza?" Jim called out. "Owwch!" Jason called out, as Jim tossed the control to him, landing in his lap. "Oh, so sorry about that, Jase. Forgot that you helped us look for the flaws in the movie!" "I wasn't.... yeah okay," Jason admits to Jim, lying. "I'll have some more, slave!" Maury says to Jim. "I ain't your slave. Get up off your ass and get your own, Maury!" "Maury?" Albert questions the nick. "Yeah, your Uncle Maury here. If we let him, he'd sit there and let that paunch grow bigger!" With his hand tucked into his black-haired stomach, above his navel, Maury provides them with, "What paunch. I'll have you know that this is solid muscle!" "C'mon and help, Conner." "But I want to pick out the flaws," he gives Jim a tough time. "Oh c'mon. It'll be more fun picking out Maury's flaws!" "Flaws? What flaws" Maury asks, flabbergasted. "Ever think of getting those silver dollars pierced?" "What's wrong with my nips?" Such was the talk, as Connor, the slave, carried the paper plates and stacked up cups into the kitchen, leaving Jason and Albert to fend for themselves. "Yeah, I think you would look good with rings on your nips. What do you think, Connor?" "Don't you dare think of having that done to yourself, Jim." "Huh?" Jim says, looking down at his jock chest, replies, "my nips are tiny, but after all, Maury is a lot older." "Keep working them with your fingers, Jim and I'm sure they'll perk up!" "Oh, well. I wasn't doing that. I mean..." Jim tried to cover for the fact that as his index finger and thumb twisted his nips, he felt such a pleasurable sensation rush to his cock and balls! "Um, the doorbell just rang. Want me to get it, Maury." "It did?" "Yup," Connor replied, offering to get it. "No, that's okay. I'll get it. You boys condense on the pizza." "What pizza?" Jim asks, looking upon the two crust remnants in the box which had something left in it. Maury states, walking past Connor and Jim, making it a point to rub his arm across Jim's chest, "That's why I ordered Chinese food. Figured you boys would be eating me out of house and home!" "Chinese food?" Connor questions. However, Maury has left the kitchen. "You did see that Connor, didn't you?" "See what Jim?" "Maury..... he swiped by me, purposely to stimulate my nips!" Connor giggles, replying, "Well, did it feel good, Jim?" "Um... yeah." "I can tell." "Oh, I was hard long before this. Damn, that DVD is so hot." "Hey, guys, meet Bryan Steckel. He's in my bio class at WRCC." Jm mumbles to Connor, "We're definitely going to WRCC next year!" As Maury sets the bags of Chinese food on the counter, he says to Bryan, who is already eyeing up Connor and Jim, "Why don't you take your clothes off and stay awhile, Bryan. You're not in any hurry are you?" "Um, well my shift is over, but I gotta go punch out." "No problem. Wing Lee and I are like this," Maury holds up two fingers together. "I'll just give him a call and tell him what a wonderful job you did delivering and that you're not coming back to the restaurant." "I guess it's okay, as long as Wing says it's alright." Unlike Jason, Bryan had already begun to remove his coat, placing it over one of the high back bar stools, at the kitchen island. Unlike Jason, he got right into pulling the sweater off over his head. The tee shirt, underneath, got caught up in the sweater, half anchored by his beltline. "Um, I think I'm gonna need some help here?" Jim offered, but Connor was closer. There wasn't much to see at this point, other than the dark blond trail that began at the top of Bryan's navel and then dove in, reappearing at the bottom, before diving under his beltline. "I'm going to take the tee shirt off anyway. I just didn't want to have it inside my sweater." Smiling, Jim replies, "We understand." "Thanks for helping me out, Connor." Jim offers, "Oh Connor is like that. A good little doobie!" "Plate, Jim?" Maury offers, forcing it into Jim's hand. "Sure. I'm starved after that pizza." Connor asks, "When are we going to make the Christmas cookies, Maury?" "Later, or tomorrow, or whenever," He answers, nonchalantly. As the boys are heaping up their plates, both high school jocks shirt their eyes towards Bryan Steckel, still slowly stripping, as Maury is chatting with him. Suddenly, behind Connor and Jim, they hear some tapping at the window pane of the kitchen door. "Oh good! The soda's here!" "Hey, is that who I think it is?" Bryan asks, barging right past Jim and Connor. Opening the door, Bryan yells out, "Novak, what the hell are you doing here?" "I deliver for `Bridge's & Barr's'. I'm dropping off my last order. Hey, how come you're stripped down to your briefs? Not that I mind or anything!" "I was finished for the day and Professor Passat asked me to stay for Chinese food," Bryan relayed to Novak. "Hey, these guys don't have `any' clothes on. What is this, Bryan." Before Bryan could answer the twenty-one year old college student, they stood on the outskirts of the kitchen, just inside the foyer. "Hey Novak, thanks for delivering the soda and chips and stuff." "Are you having some kind of stud party, Professor Passat?" "Seems like that's what it's turning out to be. I started by having my friends, oh guys, this is Connor and Jim." Novak Jezioranski wasn't too shy about introducing himself to the two high school students. "Hey and which one are you?" Novak asked, placing his hand on Jim's bare back and rubbing it, till his fingers parted the ass crevice. "Umm...ahem!" Jim jumped, when he found Novak's finger touch the edge of his ass chute, "I'm Jim and this here is my.... Lover, Connor." "Lovers? Oh.. shit, I'm sorry about touching your man, Connor." "No problem, Novak." Jim turns to Novak and says quietly, even though Connor can hear, "Watch the hands. My lover here is a black belt and he can get real ugly with guy that touch what is his!" With a gulp, Novak states, "Um, hey like I said man, I'm real sorry for..." Maury saves the day, handing a plate, saying, "Hey, you can't start filling the plate till your naked, Novak, so get moving before the food gets cold!" They watched, as Novak went over by Bryan. While they chatted, Novak began stripping down. Maury chatted with Connor and Jim, as Novak gasped to Bryan about touching Jim and Connor's black belt in karate. "I'm all stripped, Professor Passat. Can I dig in?" Connor and Jim watched the interaction between Maury and Novak. It's as if the professor was taking pleasure in humiliating his student, or could it have been that Novak took pleasure in being humiliated? "Count to ten, stroking your cock and then maybe I'll let you, Novak." "Stroke my cock? What for?" "What's the big deal, Novak," Bryan Steckel asked. Then it's as if Maury got pleasure out of humiliating Connor and Jim, saying, "Because my high school buddy want to see how big a college jock's cock can get!" Of course, Jim and Connor didn't really mind Maury using them for an excuse. Both had their eyes on the hairy college man. Jim softly said to Connor, "Would be kind of nice to see what's hidden in that dark bush!" "I knew I should've gone back to `Bridge's & Barr's!" Novak replied, as his hand took hold of his slightly hard shaft. As they watched the humiliation Maury set before the college jock, stroking his meat till it reached a thick state (and it only took ten strokes), Connor and Jim noticed Bryan lick his lips. They were sure it wasn't only because he stood in front of the container of egg rolls. "Uh-unh... only ten." "Damn, you've got me so horny, Professor!" "You aren't the only one!" Bryan said. He more or less confirmed Connor's and Jim's thoughts of lust. They couldn't see over the counter, where Bryan stood, however they could detect his hidden hand doing some kind of activity. "You like that, don't you Novak?" "Like what Professor Passat?" "A man ruling you?" "Who me?" "Yes, you Novak and I happen to know just how much you like topcubs." "Steckel, you told him?" "I didn't say shit, Novak. I swear!" "It just so happens, Novak, that there's a cub in the other room, that happens to be a top." "What?" It's like telling Novak that Chris Evans was standing naked, in the next room. "A.... a cub?" "This I gotta see," Bryan states. "Wait for meeeeeeee!" Novak yelled out, empty plate in hand, running into the other room. "I swear," Maury confronts Connor and Jim, "you high school guys have more smarts than those two guys put together." "Wait until Novak finds out Albert still has his clothes on," Connor speculates. "Um, Maury?" "Yeah, Jim?" "Why do I have the impression that you are playing matchmaker with your students here?" "Yeah," Connor agrees. "Plus, it's like they aren't a bit intimidated to get undressed at their `professor's' home?" "Well, it's not like it's the first time they've been here." Connor and Jim now don't know what to make of Maury's intentions. "Hey, listen. They had their gaydar up, got curious and found out." "But, your position at the college. Aren't you afraid that...." "Hey, as one of my students put it, one of the gay ones that's been here often enough, once told me that this place is their sanctuary. They come here and feel free to talk about their gay sexuality. Plus, they like the heated pool to go skinny-dipping in!" "Do you let guys meet here to have sex?" "With me?" "No, with each other. Like Novak and Bryan?" "Novak and Bryan have never met here together." "Oh, then who did Bryan meet here with?" "Nobody yet." "But he talked with you like he's been here before." "Sure, he has. He came here to talk when he was in his freshman year. Man, was he tied up in knots." "What do you mean, Maury?" "Jason is from Florida. He wanted to get the farthest he could from home. Before leaving, he told his folks he was gay. His old man hit him so hard that he wound up on the other side of the room." "Oooooh, the poor guy," Connor said. "Yeah, Connor and me know all about homophobics. Connor was a victim of one." "I know." "You know Maury?" "It was in all the papers." "Oh yeah. I forgot. How come you didn't mention it, Maury?" "Hey, that's your business. Of course, Connor, if you had brought it up, I would have gladly chatted with you, if you wanted to." "Thanks for the offer, Maury, but Dr. Roberts and I have talked about it a lot." "Yeah," Jim agreed, "Dr. Roberts is really a good shrink." "Yeah, I know," Maury confessed, "been to him a few times myself." "You?" "Yeah. Sometime I'll tell you about my childhood, but right now, why don't we...." "Oh shit! Oh shit! I think I've died and gone to heaven!" "The language, Novak? And in front of my good Christian friends, especially the one who know's karate?" Suddenly, the Polish jock gets clammy, apologizing, "Hey, I'm sorry man. Sorry I cursed in front of you, may God forgive me!" Connor and Jim were ready to pee in their pants, as Novak carried on. Fortunately the college jock changed the subject. "Is that hot cub really your nephew, Professor Passat?" "He is, so you better treat him right, if you want to pass the semester. Get what I mean Novak?" "Ooooh, I do... I do, Professor Passat. You got it! I mean, he like asked me to come get him some Chinese food, so that's what I'm doing now!" "Is it, Novak? It doesn't look it to me. What does it look like to you, Jim?" "Nope. Novak's just standing around, trying to make small talk and excuses for not getting your hungry nephew's dinner." "Looks it to me, too." To even make the situation more humorous, Connor and Jim get the shock of their life, as Albert Alberghetti storms in the kitchen, ready to bust Novak's chops. "Hey, how come you're not getting my food Novak? Good thing I came in to check on you or else I might've gotten served till midnight!" "Ooooh, I'm really sorry Albert. Here, let me take the plate and you tell me what you want, okay?" Before Albert and Novak left the kitchen, Albert asks, "Hey, are you guys going to come in and watch another porn DVD with us?" "Sure," Jim states. "Did you finish `Spring Fling'?" "Yeah, but we want to watch it again. Man, Jim, you're right on the ball. There are so many fake places in that movie." "Oh?" Connor asks, really more inquisitive about Albert's hairy chest and stomach, "what else did you find?" "Come on, I'll point it out to you," then turning his attention towards Novak, says, "Hey, Jezioranski, what are you doing?" "Fixing myself a plate." "But then who's going to feed me?" Connor and Jim cracked up, as Maury joined them in the humorous fit of laughter. The two left the room, Albert empty-handed, with Novak carrying the plate of food and two ice cold beers, one can under each pit, as dictated by Albert. "How did you know, Maury?" "Know what?" "Oh, don't you go and bullshit us, Maury," Jim tells him. "Okay, so I knew that they'd click, so?" Connor says what he said before, "Playing matchmaker?" "Hey, these guys would've been hopeless on their own to meet a guy. I just give them a `little push'?" "What about yourself, Maury?" "Me? I'm too old." "Thirty-four? Too old, Maury?" Jim asks. "Yeah, well I better go see what the guys are up to." Connor and Jim, left alone, began to chat about the possibilities of doing a little matchmaking of their own! % Continued..... Copyright 2005 T. Luke McPhee This story may not be sold or made part of any collection without prior written permission.