Date: Thu, 19 Feb 2009 17:24:36 -0800 (PST) From: T. Chase McPhee Subject: Natural Wildlife 05 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 05 wriTten by T. Chase McPhee % "Hey, what about this one Eric?" Hayden calls Eric over to the red and black bike. Then he reads in slow motion, "Pin-a-rel-lo?" Before Eric can address Hayden, Chris Gates steps in, "Pinarello. Italian made. It'll cost you a small fortune, but it's one helluva bike." At this moment it wasn't about the bike, which drew Hayden's attention, instead, Chris Gates' blond hair and piercing blue eyes as he shelled out the info about the bike, "High-modulous carbon, monocoque frame, full carbon fork..." "But what does it all mean?" Eric interrupts. "Really sums it up in one word, `carbon'. Here pick it up." Eric noticed Hayden wasn't paying a bit of attention to the sales pitch. "No. One hand," Chris said to Eric. "Really?" Eric said, subtracting one hand from the frame of the bike. "Awesome! It's like weighs nothing! Hayden, you got to try this!" "Um, sure," Hayden said, but his mind still locked on Chris' notion of `one hand'. "Yeah, light," he remarks, picking it up with two hands and putting it down. Just as Eric thought, shaking his head back and forth. Hayden wasn't paying a bit of attention to what Chris said and this confirmed it, when he used two hands to pick it up. Instead of wasting his time trying to decipher tell-tale signs, he focused on the bike, "Like how much is a small fortune, Chris?" "Five grand." "What?" Eric exclaimed. "Like five thousand dollars?" But for the upscale price, Chris went on his way explaining some more features of the Italian bike, concluding with, "It's a thoroughbred racing pedigree." "Racing?" Eric replied, his hand grazing over the shiny finish of the red, white and black bike. "Yup. Pinarello has been famous for their bike geometry, matching it with world-class cyclists. Riders claim they would not have won a race without a Pinarello." "Hmm... would sure like to try that myself someday," the seventeen year old said as he squatted down and took in the view from the side. "Put your mind to it and you can do it," Chris backed Eric up. As for Hayden, he had already put his thoughts towards wanting to do something with Chris. If quizzed later, probably the only thing Hayden would have remembered is it's an Italian bike! "Is that why you don't have the price tag on the bike?" "Smart," Chris accused Eric. "Nobody would even look at it if they knew how much it was, let alone take it for a test ride. Hey, you want to?" "Nah," Eric replied to the eighteen year old salesman. But then he asked, "How about you Hayden?" "What?" Smiling, Eric knew Hayden's eyes have been checking out Chris, hanging over his shoulder almost. He had had Hayden over to his house once and thought something might have been in the development stages with his boss. But he confirmed his own thoughts about thinking he could possibly date a guy ten years older than himself. "Want to try out this bike?" Chris asks. "We really came here for you Eric. Why don't `you' try it out?" Hayden hands the bike back to Chris. It was the second reason for Eric to doubt Hayden's sincerety about any budding relationship. "I don't think so. I need to save what I have. Five thousand for a bike is like way beyond what I can afford." Eric reached up and placed the lightweight cycle back on the rack. "Is `that' how much this is?" "Pay attention!" Chris said to Hayden before removing the bike from the upper station of the black iron rack. "Go try it out back, Eric." "But," Eric went to protest. "It may be the closest you get to an Italian road bike." Hayden wondered how close he could get to Chris. "You trust me?" Eric asked as Chris clipped the helmet under his chin. "If you don't come back your dads will get the bill in the mail." "Yikes!" Eric replied. But after Chris placed a helmet on Eric's head, he headed out the back door of Barberio's hardware. "Nice kid," Chris said of Eric, even though they were only a year apart in age. Hayden says, "And so are you!" Chris had assumed something, "I thought you and Eric were boyfriends?" "Friends," Hayden abbreviated their relationship. Cutting to the chase, something Chris was never reluctant to do, he said as plain as black and white, "I feel kind of horny after having you breathe down my neck. I get off at six and could use a hot blowjob if you're available?" Jumping at the chance, Hayden went for it, "My place?" "It'll have to be unless you want me to fuck you in my car?" Chris put it to Hayden. But Chris wasn't the only horny one, the twenty-eight year old saying he'd be by to pick Chris up as soon as he clocked out. "This is `one' `awesome' `bike'!" Eric said excitedly upon returning, unlatching the helmet as he wheeled the bike in. "Glad you think so," Hayden replied. Then to Chris, "He'll take it." "Are you out of your mind, Hayden? I already told you..." "I'm taking it out of your weekly pay," Hayden said of Eric's zero digit salary. "We have layaway," Chris suggests. On Hayden's mind was only one kind of `lay' away, but he was quick to resolve this, "Good. I'll pay on layaway and when Eric gets his first `paying' job, he can pay me back. How's that?" Hayden put it to Eric. "I don't know Hayden. My dads are always saying for us kids not to spend more than we make and right now..." "I know," Hayden revisits the subject, "but think of all the enjoyment you'll get out of riding your bike from home to the nature center?" "I would," Eric replied, looking upon the Italian bike as something he would really like to own. Feeling it with his hands was like holding gold in his palms. "But I don't know, Hayden," he had his doubts. "He'll take it," Hayden reinforced his decision, one he had in his mind before even leaving the environmental center earlier today. While Eric rode out back, Chris had Hayden sign some papers. "Nice thing you're doing for Eric. I thought for sure you and he like had something going?" "Y'know. Eric's a nice guy, but he's really only a kid," Hayden suddenly changes opinion after taking in the likes of Chris Gates. "Well depending on how tight your ass is, we might be able to make this more than an occasional one night stand." "I'm counting on it!" Neither of them knew it, but Eric, accidentally taking the wrong aisle back to the front of Barberio's, eavesdropped on Hayden's last words. In one respect it was a let down, but another token, Eric had this feeling Hayden was too old for him, a seventeen year old guy going out with a twenty-eight year old? Retracing his steps, he walked down the aisle to the back of the store, made a u-turn and came up the correct one, right to where Chris and Hayden were in conversation. "This sure is a sweet bike!" % "I think time's up," Mitch said, busting in on Jared and Denis, snagging them in the middle of a kiss. Denis stood at the edge of the bed, Jared and he in a cuddle-hold. "Already?" Denis asks. "Tomorrow's another day," Mitch informed the two. "You mean I can come back tomorrow?" Jared asks with excitement in his character. "I snuck you out for this one time. As far as tomorrow goes we'll need to wait til then. Besides, I don't think Denis will be here more than one more day." "Really?" Denis shared equal gladness. "You mean I can come home," he meant Pacific Northwest Experience, "tomorrow?" Mitch smiled at the reference to `home', saying, "We'll see what the doctors say. How do you feel, Denis?" "I feel great!" Sensing the turnaround, before he admitted Jared and the after affect he had on Denis, Mitch was happy with Denis' own evaluation. % "What's up?" Alac asks his attorney and now almost `set in stone', lover. "Planning," Eric replies, a notepad sitting on his lap as they reclined in bed. Reaching underneath the pad, Alac says, "Maybe I can help?" Having left the household, Richard deserted the two for his own life. So Alac and Eric had the place all to their horny selves. Lifting the notepad, Eric says, "Looks like you have made some sudden plans yourself!" Tossing the pad aside, Eric left the barbecue plans for another time. Slipping down in the bed, he turned on his right side, cocking his head a bit lower. Alac fell over onto his back, his head planted in the pillow. Right away he began to sigh and moan as Eric began working his hairy pecs over. But then something Alac had said while on their trip to Atlanta popped up in Eric's mind, "When are you going to tell Davide the truth about you `not' being his father?" Eric's cock falling out of Alac's mouth, he asks, "What brought this up?" "All I figured is if you and me. Well... I was hoping we have some permanent going on here and... Don't you think if we're all going to be living under one roof it would be a good time for Davide to know the truth. You know you can't put it off forever Alac?" Alac knew and the more he procrastinated the more difficult the task became. Climbing up to the pillow-end of the bed, he flopped down next to Eric, his chin lying mid-point between hairy pecs. "Thing is, I'm not sure how?" "I have a feeling it won't bother him one way or the other. He loves and respects you, right?" "Yes but things could change if he thinks I should have told him long ago." "Then again," Eric looks to the brightside, "Davide might look upon it as having a big brother. I know I did." "You have a brother? Why didn't you tell me?" Alac questions as he stops doodling with Eric's chest hair. "You didn't ask." Then knowing he answered rather bluntly, "I don't think we got around to it, but while we are son the subject, my life beyond today has been kind of `blah'. My older brother, Cliff and I are the only family each of us have." "Where is he?" "Works on an oil rig out in the Gulf." Then Alac wanted to know more, bending towards what he looked like. "Ohhhh, let's see now," Eric counts on his fingers, "Cliff is two years older so that would make it..." "Twenty-eight?" Alac does the math for him. "Yeah, but it would not make sense pointing out his stats. He's straight." Then tenderly, Alac asks, "Is he as cute and suave as you?" His left arm already embraced Alac, so all Eric had to do to cuddle is turn over on his left side, throw his arm around his French lover and go to town on his lips, in appreciation of the thought. At the conclusion, Alac says, "I'm hungry." "Oh now aren't you the romantic one!" But Eric was too and as the day narrowed itself down to five o'clock the two thought it time to get a move on, get over to Chad's to pick up Davide and then head out for pizza. % "Guess what?" "What?" Barry asks Steve back as he plops down in the chair to remove his shoes, his hairy stomach collapsing in folds. When Steve moves down the bend his legs hanging over the edge and goes to help his lover remove his shoes, Barry cautions, "You're not supposed to be exerting yourself and you know it Steve!" "I'm not an invalid. Besides... I miss doing stuff for my Beary!" Barry let it slide, sitting back in the easy chair, literally taking it easy as Steve proceeded to remove each shoe and each sock. But Steve didn't stop there. Falling to his knees, his hands traveled up his lover's pants legs. "Steve?" "You know you're being a real nooge?" Steve returned. When he still saw doubt on Barry's face he said, "I'll be careful." Part of his allowing Steve to unbuckle his belt, unbutton his pants, unzip them was a direct result of what he's been missing on and off for roughly a month. How much different it was, instead of him pampering his other half, than being the one now pampered. "Ohhhhhh," he sighed even at Steve's hands touching him when seeking to pull his briefs away from his cock and balls. He played right into Steve's hands, pressing his arms against the chair to lift his ass up. It was a cinch for Steve to grab the back beltline of Barry's pants and with one sweep remove both pants and briefs. "Yum!" They both exclaimed, "Dammit!" when Max gave the role call for `dinner'! Before they left their room the two at least exchanged a sweet kiss, Barry acknowledging, "It's good to feel things getting back somewhat to normal. Cunningly Steve replies, "Yeah and tonight it's going to get even better!" As they walked from their room to the diningroom, most of the way Barry illicited rules of caution, until he was interrupted at the diningroom entrance. "Seeeeeeeeeeeeeean!" "Surprise!" Philip and Aidan yelled out, split-second later Eric joining in. "It's so good to see you son!" Steve yelled out loud as he ran to embrace his twenty-one year old son. Before Steve surrendered him to Barry, Barry asks Max nonchalantly, "So, was this `your' idea?" "Um no," Max cooly replied. Barry knew something was up, possibly not exactly a pleasure call on them, which had been some time. "How's it going son?" he asks Sean while hugging. "Um. Okay," Sean replied. "I'm doing really well in school." He detected something out of sorts but for now Barry was letting it ride. As they sat down it was Steve who probed, "So what do we owe the pleasure of number one son being here?" Silence lurked for a second until Sean came out with, "This is not too easy for me to say but I wanted you to hear it in person..." then with a big inhale, Sean lays on them, "Jacque and I have had a mutual breakup." Philip asks, "You mean you and Jock don't love each other anymore?" Leave it to the kids to tell the truth! It was a good lead in so Sean took the opportunity to expand on it, "We've had our differences and fortunately, since we're grown men, have worked them out amicably." The dads settled for the reasoning. By then Sean's revelation became a vehicle for Eric, saying, "I know what you mean." Late last night, to Barry, it seemed Eric was starting something. Now with Sean mentioning his breakup, Barry clues Sean in, "Eric has met someone...." Eric filled in the blanks, "It's nothing really. My boss and I are friends and that's all it ever was." Majoring in psychology, it didn't take a master's for Sean to see into Eric's situation. Taking his brother's hand he gave it a gentle squeeze and tried to comfort him, "I hope things are alright." "Fine," Eric replied, adding, "Thanks bro." But then everything morphed into a jolly celebration, having Sean there, when Max brought in the tray of char-broiled steak. % "Hey, isn't that a new guy?" Jared asks Denis. About to shovel some rice into his mouth, Denis relaxes his hand and scans the room. "Yeah. But he looks familiar. Yeah," Denis makes a point utilizing his fork, "I'm met that guy somewhere before." "Home? School? Church? Vacation?" "Yeah that's it," Denis remembers. "When we were on the swim team at WRCC... I met these two guys, Connor and Jim. `That guy' is his friend. But I don't know his name. I mean I think I knew it, but forget it. I think he's an artist." "He's cute." "Yeah. Exactly what I thought when I met him. Wish I could remember his name." "Maybe we should go over and introduce ourselves, like you did to me?" Denis asks, "I never asked you how you felt eating alone and then some guy coming over and paying attention to you." He didn't want to publicly show it, so Jared moved his legs under the table so his two straddled one of Denis'. "Truth is I was cautious and for sure I didn't feel like talking to anybody. I'm glad you kept coming back, even though I didn't talk with you for awhile." The feeling was mutual, Denis smiling back at Jared's toothy grin. He reckoned, "Maybe give the guy his privacy and then sit with him tomorrow." "Yeah," Jared agreed. "Maybe we can find out about him. Find out his name at least." Denis agreed and they spent the rest of the dinner hour talking about what they were going to do tomorrow during the canoe races. % 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.....