Date: Mon, 19 Jan 2009 17:20:53 -0800 (PST) From: T. Chase McPhee Subject: Natural Wildlife 03 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. % Natural Wildlife 03 wriTten by T. Chase McPhee % When they arrived at Eric's house it was almost midnight, Alac having fallen asleep in the back of the car, leaning on Richard's shoulder. Eric and Richard were still engaged in conversation. "Ajay seems like such a nice guy. At least you could give the man a chance?" "He's not interested in me." "How do you know that, Richard?" "Because he has enough on his hands caring for his two boys." Smiling, Eric says, "Yes aren't they darling boys? But," he still had hopes, but played it down, "maybe you think Griffin wouldn't get along with two younger brothers?" "I'm `not' saying that Eric and you know it!" "What?" Alac asks, suddenly waking up. Too, from outside the car, the driver, Tristan Harczstark finally gives the heave ho, opening the door, "Hey guys. I've got a class tomorrow. I don't feel like sleeping through?" So, the trio helped each other and themselves, carting bags and suitcases from the trunk to the house. As soon as they got in the door, Alac headed for the bedroom and without removing a stitch of clothing, flopped faced down in the bed. He was out for the night. "Hungry?" "No," Richard replied. "Thirsty?" "Not really." However, as Eric was asking, he was in the lead, until both found themselves standing in the kitchen. "I thought you weren't hungry?" Eric asks after Richard helps himself to an apple. "I'm a little bit." "Phew! Stuffy in here," Eric says, opening the back door. As Eric hits the fridge, cracks open a beer, Richard walks over to the back, crunches sounding out of his apple-eating. "Nice backyard." "Don't change the subject," Eric barks out from half of himself in the fridge. "What subject?" "Ajay Sehgal?" "Eric, come on." "No, I won't come on!" He shouts, coming up empty-handed, slamming the refrigerator door shut. "I'm not going to stop bugging you until you say you will at least give the guy a chance!" "What do you want from me Eric? Can't you just fuckin' mind your own business?" Richard shouts with anger. "No I can't mind my own `fucking' business because when I see a guy I care about passing up the opportunity of a lifetime..." By this time his face was in Richard's face. So close Richard was wiping his spit from his face. In the lull, Eric drew a little confused from his own words, ones about `caring' so much, he couldn't help himself, with intensions of hugging, but kissed him as well. When he stopped he made excuse, "Sorry, but I couldn't control myself." "Obvious," Richard replied, but then cracked a little smirk, his forehead wrinkling up. Eric tried backing out of his goof, but something was holding him still attached. "Thanks Eric. I know you mean well and I'm sorry I lashed out at you. You've been a good friend to me," then rephrased it, "you and Alac both. If I had to go to Atlanta alone I wouldn't know whether I was coming or going." "Good. I'm glad you're not mad at me because now you can say `yes' and come to the barbecue." He could see Richard wasn't going to back down. With release, Eric went back to shopping the shelves of the refrigerator. Butting in, Richard pushes him aside saying, "Here. Let me take a look." "I thought you weren't hungry?" "Somebody mention food?" The words come from the kitchen door accompanied by a long vocal yawn. "I thought you were out for the night?" Richard stood there, a covered bowl of stew or something in one hand, a plastic container of cold spaghetti in the other. He stood and watched as Richard and Alac made love, the two starting to undress each other. He excused himself past the two with, "I suddenly don't feel hungry." "But you will think about the picnic. Huh, Richard?" Eric got his last digs in. "I'll think about it," Richard replied in a monotone. It was two in the morning and Richard had no desire to search through his suitcase for bed attire, which usually amounted to a pair of boxer shorts and tee shirt. Just shorts, if the night proved high humidity in the air. Climbing into bed, he discovered he wasn't all that tired, probably tired of hearing Eric's mouth run wild more than anything. Yet, as he lay back, it was only himself and his thoughts. He smiled in the dark, thinking how Eric tried being so persuasive. But cutting those strings of thoughts from his mind, he concentrated on what brought him and Eric into being friends. Matter of fact, he took himself back to walking into the law office. They weren't friends at all, but a client and his attorney. Fast forwards, he shoved those thoughts from his mind and reloaded it with the events as they unfolded in Atlanta. He thought of how cold Aldo's parents were to him, yet when Eric began showing off his knowledge of the Italian language, how calm his almost-extended family became. It didn't help Aldo's family sway towards his cause, but it did show them he wasn't such a bad person in Aldo's life. Not with friends like Eric who could converse in Italian, talk about Italian art, music, opera at that, swooning them with his knowledge of Puccini and other great Italian composers. In the dark of night he shook his head and in hardly an audible tone, "That Eric!" And now he forwarded his thoughts to the present, `still' dwelling on Eric and his shenanigans. All he could focus on was `that swindler', `trying to play matchmaker' with himself and Ajay Sehgal! One thought diverted to the next until he fell upon Eric's wording of how great Griffin would feel having two younger brothers. Then the next five minutes were spent tossing that idea around til he fell asleep. % After two o'clock in the morning, Mitch was still answering Barry's questions, Dr. Singh sitting nearby. "So, you say Denis didn't mean to attack you, Mitch? That's awfully forgiving of you?" "Like I said, Denis is not himself sometimes. Most of the time he acts rationally, but when there is something he disagrees with, instead of handling the situation in a calm manner, right away his mind panics, which sets him in a flight of rage. No, I don't blame him for hitting me. In fact up until that very moment, Denis and I were getting along perfectly fine." "So I heard. To the extent he idolized you!" Barry said, which made Mitch crack a tiny smile and blush around his beard. "I try to treat everyone equally," but Mitch didn't mention he looked upon Denis as a `special' boy, too. Singh sat there like a rock, not saying a word. More a mediator or chaperone, he allowed the proceedings to continue as if at a debate. Barry hadn't meant to, but built Mitch up more with, "Well as I understand it, you have a good rapport with all the boys you work with." Mitch smiled and thanked Barry for mentioning. "But tell me now. What do you think the status is regarding Denis and this young man, Jared?" Mitch smiled and dropped a small laugh before saying, "Denis and Jared. You want my honest opinion?" "I'd prefer it that way. As you say, you caught the two of them having sex," which Mitch had just informed him. "How do they `really' feel towards each other?" Finally, Singh yawned then excused himself, saying he thinks the two could work this out on their own and he'd see Mitch in the morning. Mitch reminded him, "Uh, tomorrow's my day off," then looking at the clock on the wall, "actually it started two hours ago?" After Singh left, Barry says, "I'm terribly sorry about cutting into your time off, Mitch." "Not a problem. I'd only be home sawing wood!" He laughed. "Still.." Then Barry got the idea, "Instead of sitting around here talking we `could' be chatting over a plate full of eggs. That is if you don't mind starting breakfast early?" So they looked in on Denis, Barry driving ahead of Mitch's 4x4 `road warrior'. When they reached the house, pulled in the front culdesac, another `strange' vehicle was parked. Exiting the van, Barry waited for Mitch. At the front door they heard a guy saying, "Great! Then I'll pick you up at eight, Eric." It was a second before Eric closed the door, saying, "Oh hi dad!" He saw his dad looking, wanting an answer to whom the mystery man was. "Oh dad, this is Hayden Shackleton, my um... boss at the environmental center." "Oh?" Barry said, noticing Hayden quite a few years beyond Eric's youthful seventeen. It was apparent to all he scanned him from top to bottom, well at least waistline. "Very good to make your aquaintance, sir," Hayden cordially extended the greeting as well as his hand. The town was opening up, expanding, a change since the great mudslide this spring. There was a time, around the time he first met Steve, Barry knew fifty per cent of the townspeople. But since becoming the high school principal, the gap closed. Yet, new folks were moving into the area almost daily and so he asked, "I haven't seen you about?" Mitch and Eric became the outsiders as Barry and Hayden chatted, Hayden replying, "Oh it's because I more or less haven't settled in too long. I was in and out of the area during my interview at the environmental center and now plan to make my home here," and he glanced to Eric, "permanently." "I see," Barry said but wasn't smiling. At the chance of not meeting Hayden for awhile, but the way he talked about Eric, as he saw it more than employee and employer, he invites, "We're on our way in to have some bacon eggs. Wouldn't you join us?" Thinking it a terrible idea, Eric was ready to say something, but Hayden beat him to it, "I think I could use a cup of coffee before I hit the road. Sure!" Eric rolled his eyes, but held the door. Barry forgot to, so Mitch introduced himself to Eric, Barry then realizing it and made the introductions with Hayden. % Next morning, the world around the Pacific Northwest town was abuzz, except for school buses ferrying children bound for a local day camp. But some in the regular educational system had to report and so Barry was up and slowly forcing himself to dress. "So, this Mitch guy you say is a bear?" "Steve, is that all you think about when you meet a guy?" Barry replied low-keyed. "Grumpy ain't cha?" "Sorry," Barry said, dropping his shoe. Crawling up the bed he met Steve, their lips meeting for a second morning kiss. "It's just that I have a lot on my mind and... well, I think you can understand my grogginess with only a half hour of sleep?" "Oh my poor Beary," Steve said, trying to rescue Barry from his early morning blues by sneaking his arm under his bod and wrapping it around his lover's shoulder. "Thanks, Steve." "That's what I'm here for. Now! What's the story on this Mitch guy?" Explaining the ordeal of late yesterday evening, the hospital experience, leaving out his prior meet up with Riley Sanchez, Barry poured out every little detail. "I'm worried about Denis." "And you think I'm not?" It came out a little sarcastic, but Steve knew Barry didn't mean it. In fact, it partially could be due to his caring attitude. After all, Denis stemmed from his family and not the Barr family. But then again as Steve thought, he knew Barry was the same. All of the kids didn't belong to one dad, both shared in the ownership. "I know you are." "You know that Mitch is really a good guy?" "Seems like, according to Denis he was." "No, I'm not only talking about Denis' opinion of him." Barry sighs, then says, "You know today is his day off but he said he was going to spend some time at the hospital?" "Does he know anybody else there?" "I don't think so," Barry tells his mate. "Far as I know Denis is the only patient there from Pacific Northwest." Remembering the time, Barry bid his lover farewell and was off. Carefully Steve got out of bed. He was amazed at how different his rising-out-of-bed effort was today, compared to falling back down into the mattress yesterday, two times, before he could stand and not feel dizzy. Then he again blamed it on being in the hospital. Being home had a different atmosphere of it's own and he was glad to be there. After going to the jon he figured he would throw some water on his face and leave it at that. As he was changing, a light went on in his head. He thought Barry forgot, along with himself, Alac was coming by to pick up Davide. Entering the kitchen, he asks, "All set to go home, Davide?" Not only was Davide in a sadsack mood, but Aidan and Philip were just as down at him leaving. "I've been having so much fun here with Aidan and Phil," he tells him. "I hope you've had a good time and I'm sorry to see you go myself," Steve said, pouring a mug of coffee for himself. "It's the first time I went swimming in my whole life," Davide said. "And I hope it's not the last!" Aidan and Philip picked up on it, meaning it in a different way than their dad did, Philip asking, "Does this mean Davide can come over and go swimming again?" Steve shucked off the responsibility to, "If his father says he can." "Cool!" Aidan responded setting off some happy firecrackers! Suddenly that darned back door makes a slamming sound, everyone in the kitchen turning their heads. "Hello everybody! Good morning! Sorry I wasn't...." Max's voice trickled off, "here... to make your...." He turns to Steve and makes accusation, "Did you make this mess?" "Not I," Steve replies. "You're going to have to confront my better half with that one!" Davide, getting into the habit of calling Aidan's and Philip's in a paternal manner, responds, "How is dad-Barry better than you dad-Steve?" "Yeah dad, how?" Philip and Aidan inquire as well. First he placed himself in perspective, telling of how their other dad was there for him at the hospital everytime, how he was there for Philip after the accident, having the piece of glass embedded in his hand removed, how he took Aidan to the doctors to follow up on his sore leg after the van flipped over. Davide comes out with, "Maybe they should make dad-Barry a saint! That's what my dad always says." The kids all began to hail `St. dad-Barry'! It came to light, Max mentioning it, "So, who's picking up the kids for the environmental center today?" Suddenly `St. dad-Barry' lost his sainthood, when Steve slaps himself aside the head and exclaims, "Barry was supposed to take them!" It's Aidan who comes up with the brilliant idea, "If Davide's dad is coming to pick him up, how come he can't take us?" Then it's explained Davide's father is coming by with a laundry van and there isn't room. Still tending to the dishes, Max volunteers, "I suppose I could drive them." "Yaaaay Maaaaaax!" The kids in an uproar, even Davide who is not going. With the motherly image, as seen from Steve's viewpoint, he watches as Max shoos them out of the kitchen and on to getting ready. % "Have a good sleep, Richard?" Eric asks, shaking his shoulder to wake him. Probably Richard didn't realize it, his hand sliding out of his boxers, placed behind his head to stretch. "Somewhat. What time is it?" "Seven fifty-five." "Oh! I have to pick up Griffin and..." "Save it. Chad called and said he's headed to the environmental center. Jeremy had to go anyway, so he's got you covered." "But we were supposed to spend the day together. I'm sure he'll be disappointed," Richard says, sitting up on the side of the bed. It's then he realizes his pubes feel wet. Force of habit, he lifts the band and looks inside. "Oh well." "Was a busy morning, huh?" "Regardless. I've got to get ready." Joking, Eric asks, "Need some help with that?" "I think I can handle it thank you." "Just trying to be of service!" Picking himself up, Richard heads to the jon. Standing in front of the vanity, he braces his hands on the edge. He looks in the mirror. His reflection shows question on his face. One hand balances and the other revisits the wet place in his boxer. He stares into the mirror again, but instead of his reflection he sees part of his dream, him lying there in bed, a cocoa-skinned man with him, together in each other's arms, the other guy's hand moving about under the elastic of his boxers. As Richard's hand speeds things up, he closes his eyes and pictures in his mind the dark, almost black chest hair covering his mystery man's pecs, the tight trail down his stomach, deep bellyhole, the defined trail to his pubes. He didn't get any farther, his head dropping back, jaw dropping open and his loud sighs as he shoots another load inside his boxer shorts. Little did he know, the loud cries of ecstasy carried throughout the house, down the stairs and into the ears of the other two house dwellers. He would never know Eric's comment about what brought Richard to orgasm, "I wonder if he was doing it to Ajay or Ajay....." % At Goldwater Country Club this morning, the multi-acred grounds had a different atmosphere about. "Whew!" Jose wiped his forehead with his jacket cuff, the black jacket meant for those employees who worked the front desk, hauling suitcases, sports bags, bags of golf clubs and other items for use at the pool, tennis courts or fake-sanded beach volleyball courts. "I don't know why they just couldn't keep us as lifeguards," Mark complained. "Sure, it's hot, but who cares when we get tips like this?" "Holy shit Jose! Where'd you get that from?" Mark comments about the fifty dollar tip in Jose's hand. before stuffing it in his pocket. "The guy over there," Jose nodded his head in the direction of the young guy, looking to be in his late twenties, talking to another about his age, still standing near the vintage rolls royce which brought them here. "Man, you lucked out! Wish I could make an easy fifty bucks like that!" "Maybe you can." Mark was all ears. "What do you mean?" "Gregg asked me to caddy for him and he asked if I knew of any other guy who's willing to caddy, for his friend Raphael." "I'll be right back," his eighteen year old boyfriend took the hint, making a beeline for the two. Jose followed and when he reached them, Mark had already snagged the deal. They came walking away, Mark commenting to Jose, "After tournament we can as much as kiss this place goodbye, with all the loot we're going to get from caddying." As the two went to go about their assignment, hauling freight from car to hotel, their boss, Mr. Shackleton, was there in person to inform them they had been relieved of their duties of servicing guests. "What?" Mark asked, surprised. "You're relieved of your positions for the duration of the tournament. Instead, you will be in charge of keeping two of our guests happy. Mr. Bombatti and Mr. Lyons," Shackleton looks towards the Rolls Royce, "have requested private valets. And, if you do your job to the fullest you might even be rewarded handsomely, so you two will have enough money to take you through your first year of college?" The two were all accepting, already with the tips they earned from doing next-to-nothing other than their normal jobs. "When do we start?" Jose asks excitedly. "You already have!" Mr. Shackleton told them, with a wink. Booking the most lavious room at the Goldwater Creek Country Club, Jose and Mark had their work cut out for them, crossing back and forth from the country club main building to the free standing cottage, across a long field. After their third haul, they deposited the last parcels, a bag of golf clubs on each of their bags, a shoulder sling keeping them in place. Coming in, they put the bags down near the suitcases. Heading for the door, Raphael appears from one of the rooms, "Good job fellas. Care for a drink?" Mark and Jose were astounded, at the least, seeing Raphael dressed in a silk robe, the tie draping down from the loops, the front wide upon, showing everything he owned. Before they could answer, Raphael comments, "Hey you guys look hot. Why don't you take those jackets off and get comfortable. Let me turn up the air." So the boys thought. Instead he turned it down so that less cool air would fill the room. "Now, about the drink. What're you boys? Freshman? Sophomores?" "We graduated from high school and start college in the fall," Mark volunteers. "Nice. So what are you planning on majoring in?" Mark and Jose watched as Raphael uncapped two beers and poured them into tall, iced mugs. As Raphael came into the livingroom, a rather spacious layout of facing sofas, table between, he dealt out a beer a piece. "C'mon. Sit. Take a load off." He sat on the other sofa, making no effort to cover himself. "Cheers!" he offered before taking a good long chug of his beer. "Cheers," the boys said in succession, each taking a sip. "Whew! Aren't you boys hot in here?" At that moment, Gregg comes in. Both Jose and Mark felt something tingle in their loins, seeing Gregg with only a towel clinging to his torso, way down on his hips, some of his dirty blond pubic hair showing, his treasure trail leading to it. Across his chest wet hair which should have been blond, appeared darker. "Hey babe, where'd you put the shaving equipment?" "You're dripping wet, you know?" "Oh am I?" Gregg said. "Wet head!" Raphael said as he passed Gregg, first mussing his wet hair and then slapping him on the butt. Gregg takes his wrapped towel off and vigorously dries his head. Mark and Jose are all eyes, unknown to each other, more than their hearts racing! Before he takes up Raphael's spot on the opposing sofa, he drapes the towel around his waist. As he sits though, taking Raphael's beer in his hand, the towel splits as if the curtain at Radio City, showing off his meatballs as if a fine display of showmanship. Making small talk, he asks, "So you in college or just starting?" They tried not to look, forcing themselves to keep their attention glued to Gregg's face, Jose replying, "Just starting." Raphael comes back, toting a little black leather bag. "Here ya go babe." He tosses it in Gregg's lap. "Hey! You're gonna break somethin'!" "Hmm," Raphael says. When Gregg gets up, Raphael stands behind him. "Better watch out for Raphael," he warns the boys, "he can be a real klutz!" "How can you say that?" More ammunition for Mark and Jose's balls, Raphael weaving his arms in between Gregg's sides and arms, squeezing him in a hug-lock, his chin grazing the top of Gregg's shoulder. "Um, Raphael? We have guests?" "Oh I'm sure they've had the pleasure of seeing two gay men hugging?" The question was directed at Mark and Jose, however they were overjoyed Gregg answered it for them, "They're young, Raphael." Then forcing him off his shoulder, "Don't mind him." "We don't," Jose is the first to say. "Doesn't bother us a bit," Mark agrees. And to show their special relationship, as he depicts Raphael and Gregg as sharing, Mark lifts his arm, scoots over towards Jose and puts his arm around him. "I think we all have something in common!" Since it was already said and done, Jose accepted his boyfriend's gesture. "Then since it's out," Raphael is bold to say, "why don't you guys get comfortable. Use the shower and get the sweat off of you." Gregg adds, "Our casa is your casa!" But Mark is reluctant, "I don't know. We're not supposed to..." "We told Mr. Shackleton we wanted two employees who...." "Tell'em straight, Gregg," Raphael butts in, "we wanted two handsome male employees who didn't mind being around two gay men, to wait on us hand and foot!" Gregg differs, "Okay, but you don't have to wait on us hand and foot!" "Gregg, why don't you take your little shaving kit and go peel that five o'clock shadow off your face?" "Hmmm... yeah and...." Gregg looks at his own chest, brushes the middle with his two fingers, "could do with..." "Don't you fuckin' dare touch that hairy chest of yours Gregg!" Gregg laughs and adds, "Got ya! But watch your language around the kiddies?" he scolds Raphael. "Sorry kiddies," Rapael directs to Jose and Mark. But to Gregg he says, "Wrestling match tonight," then turns to Jose and Mark, "and you two better be there to referee!" Suddenly Gregg says, "You know it's awfully balmy in here." He walks over to the air conditioner. Mark tells, "Mr. Bombatti just turned it up." "Mr. Bombatti? What do we look as old as your father?" Not that he's ever met Steve or Barry. "You can call us Raphael and Gregg." "Oh! No wonder!" Gregg exclaims. "No wonder it's so fuckin' hot in here!" "Really Gregg? The language in front of the chilren?" When Gregg comes back, Raphael starts laughing his ass off, the boys catching on. "What?" Raphael says, "You dropped your skirt, bit..." Gregg goes back to the floor and picks it up. Then to Mark's and Jose's surprise, Rapahel says, "C'mon guys. I think we all need to relax in the hot tub." It wouldn't be the first time Mark and Jose had unveiled themselves to each other, but to Raphael and Gregg it was different. "Oh c'mon. We're all gay men," Raphael said when the boys started down the steps of the hot tub, donning their briefs. "Leave them alone Raph. Let them wear what they want to." As with Raphael, Gregg came out of the jon, into the solarium naked and stood at the side of the hot tub. He was inches from Mark's head as he sat on the edge. "I thought you were going to shave?" "Shave later," he told Raphael. Without a care to his cock and balls flopping around, Gregg took the three steps easy and immersed half of himself in the blue swirling waters. "Ahhhhhhh, this feels sooooooo good. C'mon guys. Don't be shy. We don't bite." Then looking at Raphael, "At least I don't!" "Oh you're just cruisin' for a ball-bashin' tonight, Gregg," Raphael said with promise. "Are you guys fo'real with the wrestling?" Jose asks. Raphael beats Gregg to it, "Haven't you guys ever had a bedroom wrestling match?" "Nope," Mark says out flatly. "Well you don't know what you're missing!" Gregg paid them no mind, but Raphael tried to see what Mark and Jose were packing as the teens removed their briefs and immediately slipped into the wavy tub. In fact Gregg made it a point to put his hand over Raphael's eyes, blocking his view. Raphael slapped it away. Mark and Jose laughed. "Just for that obscene gesture," Gregg says, "Mark and Jose get to wrestle you two-on-one!" "Bring'em on!" Raphael didn't turn down the odds. "I don't think so," Jose replies. But Mark, who seemed to have drunk down more of his beer mug, says, "I think it could be fun!" "That's the spirit!" Raphael awards to Mark. He got a swift underwater slap, thigh against thigh from Jose and the two looked at one another. Gregg offers the truce, "You can decide that when it happens." Then putting his arm around Raphael, slipping close, Gregg asks, "So where are we taking out guests to dinner tonight?" "We can't stay," Jose says, "Our dads will be expecting us for dinner." "Dads?" Raphael is keen to pick up. Then the next half hour dwelled on an explanation, Mark and Jose both telling of the budding relationship, Mark telling of his life with his dad in New Jersey, events which resulted in his dad picking up their family and moving out to a remote area of the northwestern US, Jose talking about his birth in Mexico, but being brought to the United States illegally, then later on the lawyer in town helping him become a citizen, which brought them up to the dinging of the hot tub bell, telling them if they didn't get out they'd fry! % Copyright 2009 T. Chase McPhee This story may not be sold, nor made part of any collection, without prior consent from the author. The more you stretch, the more you can fit in... 'spread' happiness! TCMcP.....