Date: Thu, 5 Mar 2009 20:28:38 -0800 (PST) From: T. Chase McPhee Subject: Natural Wildlife 07 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 07 wriTten by T. Chase McPhee % "I have a confession to make!" "Is Mark still sleeping?" Jose asks, looking over Gregg's stripped bod as they both lay in the bed. In the affirmative, Gregg reiterates, in a lower, softer tone, "I have a confession to make," he whispers. First Jose smiles. "What?" "Well actually this afternoon has been a lot of `firsts' for me. First," Gregg makes a `gun-shaped L' with his hand, atop his own thigh, "this is the first time I've been in a threeway, " then laying it all out at once, the one finger pairs with the middle finger, "two, first time I've been with some guys `much' younger than myself and three..." "And three?" Jose prompted him. Gregg giggles, "Looks like you've taken away my virginity!" "Oh I'm sorry," Jose replies, but is not remorseful one bit, as he enjoyed the tightness of the massage. "I'm not," Gregg replied. He should've backed out of bed, instead pressed forwards, accepting Gregg's hand around the back of his head as the two kissed. "Hey!" They heard loudly over Gregg's shoulder. "Don't I get some too?" Not an aggressive response at all, but more hilarious, Jose and Gregg laughed, seeing Mark there, hands on hips, his smooth chest with a pasty appearance. "Where's my morning kiss?" Jose joked. Gregg paved the way, right over his bod, which Mark didn't hesitate slapping his chest down on Gregg's. "Oomphf!" Gregg replied, but the memory faded fast when he felt Mark slide over him. "Watch it there Mark or I'll have to feed you breakfast!" It seemed like Jose and Mark were tied up in their own little morning lovefest. Seemingly being ignored, Gregg slowly slips out from under Mark, saying, "Well I guess I'd better get a move on it. First day of the tournament I've got to be focused." It broke up their kissing match, Mark flipping over on the bed to his back, coaxing Gregg back, "Not fair!" "What's not fair?" "Jose got his morning kiss. Where's mine?" Gregg looks to Jose. "The kid's got a point there Gregg!" Both guys then knew it was a line Gregg gave them as Gregg's morning kiss turned into lapping up the pasty material under Mark's chin, then down to his chest, down his stomach and over his navel. "Hot!" Jose said of Gregg's tongue sliding down Mark's soft cock. "Okay if I..." he turned to Jose for permission. "Sure," Jose replies, "I've got to get rid of this morning wood somehow!" So it went, Gregg getting in another `first', shifting off from Mark's cock to Jose's, as the two teen lovers lay side by side kissing. % "Dad, when are we all going to be home again together?" Aidan joins in with Philip, like it was a conspiracy, "Yeah dad. Remember how last year we all, Chad, Matty and all of us played football in the backyard?" Steve and Barry exchanged glances, then it was Barry who says, "Um Max?" "Yes?" "You and Berk don't happen to be doing anything on the 4th, are you?" Getting the message, Max seconds the idea about a July 4th get together, his mind already in sync with Barry's, "Shall I draw up a list for the barbecue?" "Cool!" Rang out from Philip and Aidan, the two cheering Max on. Then the issue of food went dead, the two shouting out whom they `had' to invite. "Time out!" Barry said to the two, making the `T' sign with both hands, when their shouts of names began encompassing half of their school chums. "Let's keep it to family and maybe a `few' close friends?" At first there was glum. Then the excitement returned when Max gave them a piece of paper and a pencil. Sean spent the night in Mark's and Jose's room, after he and Eric had their little `get together'. He started talking about the last great football game. Eric tosses to Aidan and Philip, "Don't forget to put Sean on the list!" % "What'd they say?" Griffin asks his dad after hanging up the phone. As he scoots his chair under the table, Richard replies, "Well since I've got to be at the hospital almost immediately, Chad says he doesn't mind picking you up." Cheers bellowed out in the small kitchen, "Yaaaay! I get to see my brother-when-you're-not-here!" Not exactly depression, but stressed out over hearing it from both his attorney and now his son, seemed the main theme running through Richard's mind. It came to him, "Hey, how would you like to go to a picnic?" "When? Where? Can Jeremy come?" "I suppose it would be okay, but there will be other children there," his dad replied. "Oh." Griffin thought it over briefly. "Any kids my age?" "Younger. Serhan is eight and Seraj is seven." "Sir-who?" Richard slows down the phonetics, "Ser-han and Ser-raj." Then he gives away some of the surprise, "Their dad is gay and single." Surprised to say the least, Griffin asks, "How come you didn't tell me you found another dad for me last night?" "Who-o-o-oa now there son. I'm only saying..." But Griffin was a mile ahead of him, "Cool then... you mean Serhand and Ser-roch are going to be my brothers?" Regretting it, Richard sat back in his chair taking a breather. "No, that's `not' what I'm saying. Don't let your imagination get the best of you here, son. I'm just saying. It doesn't mean that just because their father is single and gay that... that... that we're going to be a family. So don't get your hopes up." Whiny, Griffin says, "Okay, dad." He played with his cheerios in the bowl of milk. "So does this mean you don't want to go to the picnic?" Griffin pressed, "I'll go." "Listen son, it doesn't go to saying I'm `not' interested in having a bigger family and I'd `love' for you to have another dad, but it's not something that happens by saying it. Things need to work out in time... days, weeks, months," he didn't dare put it longer for fear of reprisal, "and even then things might not work out to be the way we want them." When Griffin left in Chad's van, Richard saw even Jeremy didn't lift the dark cloud hanging over his son's head. When he closed the door he flopped down in an easy chair and exhaled. He sat there for a moment, reflecting on all which happened in one day, yesterday. "I've got to get moving!" he busted on himself, jumping out of the chair. "Oh noooooooo!" he then said, feeling the bulge in his pants, feeling a little wetness. "Dammit!" He rushed off to the bedroom, unbuckling as he went. % "Well, do you think we could make a go at it?" "I don't know," Denis picked his head up after looking where his stone just hit the water. "Do you think we could?" Heaving a larger pebble into the shallow stream which flowed through the pines, Jared replies, "Y'know, all of my life I could never let myself get close to anyone. I mean I love my mom, but it's not the same as having someone else real close." "And your dad?" A bit on the arrogant side, Jared says, "He's `not' my dad!" Placing a hand on Jared's thigh, where shorts meets skin, Denis comforts, "Sorry. I forgot about.... you know." Then on a sweeter plane, "Forgive me?" Tenderly Jared returns, "I suppose I do. I'm not going to let some stoopid guy keep me from loving someone." Like a script from a Hollywood movie, Denis asks, "Did you just confess your love to me?" Second character of the script, Jared's lines went, as he put his arm around Denis, "I `did' say that didn't I?" "Thing is... did you mean it?" By now Denis was following Jared's lead. All alone out by the stream, north of the Pacific Northwest Experience campus, the two sat on the rocky riverbank, on remnants from the ice age glacier, upturned boulders hewn out of the earth, their bare feet hardly touching water. Denis' arm slid behind Jared and the two eighteen year olds wound themselves up together in a love hold, tasting each other's mouth as if the first time they flirted. Only one deviation, unlike that first kiss the two felt more than a friendly affection. Soon Jared had Denis' shirt up and off over his head. Jared's soon followed. "I never noticed this before," Denis said of the few dark hairs of Jared's, midchest. "Oh yes you did. You said you liked my little patch when we were in bed in the cabin, just before your tongue slid over it!" "Oh. Did I?" Whether he did or not, Denis' tongue revisited the spot. "Ohhhhhh," Jared replied. Within seconds, Denis had clutched Jared's right pec and was teasing his nip with his tongue. "Watch out for the ticks!" The two quickly separated, scrambled for their shirts and began pulling them over their heads Jared blurts out, "Y'know Mitch, you should make some noise or something?" "Yeah," Denis agreed, "You could give a guy a heart attack sneakin' up on him like that!" "Really?" he said, inviting himself to take up sitting on a third boulder. "I'd rather think something `else' would be up if I waited long enough!" "You were spying on us again?" Jared asks. "Spying? Now where would you get such a notion? Nope. I'd more or less call it some good old-fashioned porn!" Denis says on the sly, nudging Jared, "He's probably got a hard on running down his leg!" "Matter of fact," Mitch says, parting his legs and looking down, "Nope! But it was sure fun making you guys look!" "Ha ha," Jared replied. Then spending a nasty joke, "You probably `are' hard!" The two laugh, at Mitch's expense, insinuating he is packing a two inch or less stalk! "I'd whip it out and give you a sample, but there's enough snakes around here in the woods!" "Baby snake!" Denis carries the joke further. Then Jared brings back old matters, "You filled a lifetime of seeing porn, watching Denis and me in bed. When do we get to see you in the buff?" "Yeah, Mitch. Strip for us!" "Hmm. I would except this stream here isn't deep enough for skinny-dipping," he responds. Denis then jokes, addressing Jared, "Skinny-dipping huh? Well I guess that just answered our question about your dick, Mitch!" Mitch caught up with them roundabout the art barn, having gone a lap. "Time out! You guys win!" And while catching his breath. "Did you two forget about the canoe races today?" Both acknowledged they did, yet would not mind if they were not missed at the festivities, wandering off into the woods to their secret cabin. "Well you two better get yourselves dressed... or should I put it better `undressed'?" Then waiting for an answer, but not giving them time to answer, "And down to the docks." "Okay," Jared answered for them. And as Mitch left them, "And no more of that kissy-kissy stuff!" He smiled. Little did the two know how much Mitch adored them. Only Mitch could be the one who knew how much he favored the inseperable duo. Neither of the two could have known, with caught up in their own small world at the moment, sitting there by the stream, arms curled around each other and making some serious love-making, could they have even bothered to scan the woods with their eyes. Even Mitch was surprised of how wrapped up in themselves were they, that they couldn't see nor hear his moans of pleasure, translated from sounds of like being in pain, as Mitch's stroking hand forced the semen from his cock. Actually, when they joked about his cock, he got a bit nervous, wondering if any of the cum he expelled, landed on the outside of his pants, as he shot his wad onto the forest ground. % "I am very sorry to interrupt your work," came the quaint voice, after Agnes delivered the woman to Barry's office at the high school. "Work? Summer's for play, not work!" he joked, standing and walking around his desk, greeting the woman with both hands. "It is nice to meet you Mrs. Miller," Barry graciously welcomed her to a chair in front of his desk. As she sat, she corrected him, "Miller is the surname of my last husband, Jared's father. My married name is van der Glass." "I stand corrected then," Barry offers, scooting his swivel under himself, scooping up his butt. "So what can I do for you Mrs. van der Glass." "Please. Call me Miriam." They chit-chat for a few moments, Barry saying how nice a young man Jared is, something Miriam wondered. She wondered if they talked about the same `Jared', the one she shipped off to Pacific Northwest Experience. But she didn't question it. Rather, she went with her gut feelings of Barry being a professional, kind, loving man, so it went after her appointment with Dr. Singh. And without further ado, whether the envelope had been in a pocket, handbag or elsewhere on her, she puts it on Barry's desk, pushing it over to him. "Open it please?" Barry clumsily slid his thumb under the long, fat envelope. Normally all of his mail would arrive on his desk, Agnes having already slit open the seams of everyone of them. "A lot of papers," he said to pass the time. Then she apologized, "I wish I could give you more time to read this, but I'm under a tremendous amount of pressure to get back home." Not answering right away, he then asks, "Maybe you could give me a synopsis?" "Surely. What all those papers entails, and they were drawn up by my lawyer," and whether it mattered or not, "my former husband's lawyer, states... well I should explain beforehand," and Miriam went on to explain how, after her husband, Jared's father passed away, she had set aside most of the estate, amounting to about two million dollars, for Jared when he turned eighteen. Even though faithful to van der Glass, this is one secret she never shared with him. Call it intuition or whatever, since she `married into money' there was no need to bring this up at the time before or after their marriage. "So," Barry tried interpeting it himself, "this check for two million dollars," and he felt nervous holding `two million dollars' in his hand, "is to be used for Jared." And the reason she was there was still a mystery, so he asks, "Where do `I' fit into all of this?" She went into detail about her husband and Jared's strong disagreements for his step father which led to arguments, the preface for her to agree to sending Jared away. "I knew the facts behind enrolling Jared in Pacific Northwest Experience, but I didn't tell the full truth to Han, my husband. I catered to him, lying to him and telling him the facility's main focus was to talk young men out of being gay." And unsure she was telling it right, "I hope I'm explaining myself clearly?" "Well I have to admit it's not the first case I've heard of children at war with their parents over their wanting to claim themselves to be who they really are. It's a tough battle between heart, mind, peer pressure or even parental concern over whether a child should come out or as we put it, `stay in the closet'." She caught it even though Barry didn't catch it himself, placing himself in the numbers of being gay. Unlike her husband though, she hadn't had the strong Christian upbringing and instead of shunning those who are different, became accepting of the facts. "Yes, I can imagine how tough it is," even though Miriam didn't really get the whole gay scene and what it was about. Then she cut back to reality, "My intentions are, if you accept my proposal, is ask you to be guardian of Jared's inheritance." Then seeming to drop into a depressive mood, "I love my son, but I don't think it would be a good idea if he returned home." Barry had mixed reactions, ones he was reluctant to share at this moment, but as Miriam said, this seemed to be a hasty decision, needing to taken care of immediately. He breather a sigh of relief when she said, "I'm not saying I will never see Jared again. I'll fly back here often to visit and..." Handing her the box of tissues, he went out on a limb, one which at times made it impossible to talk with his other half about and replied, "I know this calls for immediate addressing, but may I suggest we go about this on a trial basis?" Then she drew her ace card, "I understand, from what Dr. Singh and Jared's counselor..." the feeling was all new to her as well as the concept, one boy falling in love with another, "your son is in love with my Jared, Jared wanting to... how should I put it?" Seeing Miriam was having a terrible time deciphering the gay lifestyle, he offers, "Denis has communicated to us," he included Steve, "he is in love with Jared and it is in my own opinion they would like to live together," he put it mildly. "Yes," she replied. Then she revealed, what Barry wasn't sure she knew, "I understand it you have a man living with you?" On the inside Barry was giggling, not at her ignorance but at the way in which it was said. "Yes," he put it, "Steve and I are enjoying our family life together." It couldn't have been a more reassuring answer! "I see." Then not knowing how to put things, "I'm glad you are happy together," and to tie it in with her present dilemma, "I hope Jared will fit in there someplace." And pertaining to the envelope, more specifically the check, "My attorney has everything in order, but if you have any questions you may call him collect." And rising, feeling the termination of their conversation, "There should be enough there to cover Jared's education. I do hope you will press upon Jared the importance of having an education." And generously, "And feel free to use some of the money for your own children." By her saying so, Barry figured he would have to read through the ten pages to find out just how the money `could' be spent. "Two million dollars," he says as he gets out of his seat, "you're very trusting of us to leave such an amount in our care?" Miriam responds, "Barry, I'm a desperate woman. I have no family or friend to turn to. Usually when I make a decision it is a good one. I trust you and your partner will help guide Jared on his way in life and..." Comforting her again with his words and the box of tissues, "I think things will work out. They will take time, but I have one last question. Have you mentioned all this to Jared? What were his feelings?" % "So you think your dad's going to get you a dad and some brothers?" Jeremy asks Griffin. "I don't know. He said he can't rush it. He says it's going to take some time." Then looking beyond how his father was reluctant to put it, "It could take years before I get another brother or dad." All along Chad sat there, driving up the country end of van Dusen Blvd., listening to the two chat. "Did your dad say the other dad was handsome?" "He didn't say," Griffin replied. "Did he say any mushy stuff about him?" And Chad got a kick out of this one, "My dads are always saying mushy stuff to each other." "Like what?" Jeremy says it like Chad would say to Matty, or Matty to Chad, "Where's my morning kiss?" "Nope. He didn't say nothin' like that." "Oh," is all the answer Jeremy said of it. Chad smiled a toothy grin. Jeremy had it almost right, except for a more tender play of words. Then as it had been said Jeremy says, "I guess you're going to have to wait, that's all!" As Chad turned the corner, entering Goldwater Creek Rd., eastern spur, he waved to a vehicle exiting. "Oh shit!" he yelled out. Hitting the brakes, Griffin and Jeremy's seatbelts almost crushed their breakfasts. "Daaaaaaaad!" Jeremy called out. Chad didn't hear it, his attention on the deer crossing the road, suddenly darting out of the woods, but Griffin noticed, "Ohhhhh, your dad said a curse!" Venturing forth, both forgot about the whole incident, upon peering through the front dash window, seeing Philip, Aidan, Diego, Seth, Bobby, JJ and Davide in his wheelchair, a teenager behind it, ready to roll. "See ya dad!" Jeremy yelled out, Griffin saying, "Yeah, see ya!" Grabbing their backpacks they jumped out of the van, Chad there to shut the door. "So are you Jeremy's or Griffin's dad?" Turning towards the back of the van, Chad came upon Hayden Shackleton, standing there, his backpack affixed to his back. "Jeremy's," and "Chad Barr," he replied. As they shook hands, Chad didn't feel much other than a friendly greeting, but he sensed the other guy feeling something more. Rather than stay glued together at the limbs, he broke off their unusually long grip. "Oh sorry," Hayden replied. "So, you brought Griffin today. Nice of you to do that." "Yes." Rather than stand around and chew the fat, especially as he perceived the way Hayden `dumped' his brother Eric, he bid him farewell and rustled up some dust with his van tires. As Hayden hiked towards the environmental center buildings, he silently thought about how hot Chad was, wondering what lay under the blond's clothing! % While out in the kitchenette, eating bowls of cereal, Jose nudged Mark. They tried not making it obvious, their eyes lingering on Gregg as he walked about, serving himself up some coffee, which nothing but the towel tucked in around his waist. With his back to them, pouring himself out some java, Gregg says, "So tell me, what was your reactions when you first saw me with a towel around my waist?" Both boys had the same evil deed on their brains. Mark's nudge back to Jose was like giving him a sign. Quickly he tucked his fingers in the back of the towel and whisked it away from Gregg's butt. "Why you little!" he turned around quick, coffee cup in hand. Then the cute gag turned to, "Owch! Oh fuck! Owch! Owch! Owch!" as the coffee lapped over the side of the mug, dribbling down Gregg's chest. Setting his mug down on the counter, he used the in-reach dish towel and quickly dabbed it up and down his bod. Seeing Gregg's wasn't even close to third degree burns, Jose jokes, "You missed some!" "You get your hand off my dick!" He yelled out, swatting Jose's hand away with the towel. Mark was enroute from the fridge, "I think you need some ice on that Gregg!" Being slightly taller than the two, older and therefore more muscular as well, he could have bowled the two over, but instead faked fighting the two off of him, from pinning him against the counter. "Oh man that's cold!" he shouted out when Mark slid a cube of ice down from midchest, right down his light brown tummy trail. Getting in the act, Jose liked Mark's idea, but intended on carrying it further. "Ohhhhhhhhh," Gregg called out when he felt a chill under his balls. Mark says, "You're getting the floor all wet, Jose!" Seeing where Mark was headed with this, Jose says, "Don't just stand Mark. Do something!" Sinking to his knees, Mark began to warm up Gregg's orbs, one at a time. Crossing the line between pleasure and pain, Mark licked and sucked while Jose cooled Gregg off, literally, applying two ice cubes, one to each nip, in a massaging motion. In sweet complaint Gregg murmured, "That's feels oh so fuckin' cold!" When Mark switched from balls to cock, Jose dropped the `ice act' and rubbed Gregg's well-formed pecs with his hands, squeezing each hairy pec as he smiled humorously, watching how much Gregg was enjoying their ministrations. % 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.....