Date: Thu, 6 Apr 2006 19:34:07 -0700 (PDT) From: T. Chase McPhee Subject: "Nature Country 01 - Nature Walk continues The story below is a work of fiction, set in the format of reality. Any resemblance to real people is entirely coincidental in nature. It is not meant to accurately 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. Check with your local laws regarding such. Sexual safety matters. This is fiction. Use protection in real life. `Got condom?' "Nature Country" 01 wriTten by T. Chase McPhee % A continuation of the saga, `Nature Walk', found at: /nifty/gay/adult-youth/nature-walk/ % "Here Taco... here boy!" Diego wanders around the Barr-Clark backyard, calling after his favorite Chrismas present. Sliding open the glass door, Philip and Aidan come running out. "Heeeeey Taco." Philip coaxes the pup away from his master, with a dog biscuit. Aidan focuses in on the high-strung doggie, as well. "I'm here too, guys!" Diego stands there, hands on hips, waiting to be recognised. "Oh, hi there, Diego," Aidan says, receiving his share of dog tongue on the face. "I think you like seeing Taco more than me," the nine year old states as fact. Aidan and Philip exchange glances, then circle Diego, pup in arms. "How can you say that?" Philip declares. Arm not in contact with the tiny pup, circles the blonde kid's waist. "Yeah," Aidan adds, his two arms completing the threeway circle, "you've been our best bud all year!" "That's two months, almost," Diego sums up the passing of 2005, plus a half month. Totally out of compassion, eleven year old Aidan leans in and gives their backyard friend a peck on the cheek. "Gee, you never did that before, Aidan." Philip tells him, "That's because he loves you and I do too." The peck on Diego's other cheek, thrilled the kid to death, putting him in a totally revamped frame of mind. "Thanks, guys," he returns their sign of affection. "Do you guys love me like you love each other?" Aidan and Philip look each other straight in the face. Philip asks, "Do you love Diego like you love me, Aidan?" "I dunno. Do you love me like you love Diego?" "I dunno," Philip answers Aidan's inquiry. Simultaneously, the two older `lovers' reply, "We dunno!" "Oh," Diego replies, somberly. As if saving the day, before Diego talks himself into any more depressed state, Aidan replies, "But we still love you like you are our brother." That put a grin on Diego's face. First he turned to Aidan and kissed him, then Philip. "Cool!" He acknowledged Aidan's and Philip's acceptance of the gesture. "So what are you guys doing today?" "Is your dad letting you go to the church overnight, Diego?" "Yup. I already got my toothbrush packed." "What about your PJ's?" Philip asks, keeping Taco calm with rubbing his belly. "Only thing is I'm going to miss Taco." Aidan inquires, "Did dad-Callan get over Taco chewing up his fuzzy slippers?" "I think. I heard my daddy tell him that it was his own fault for not keeping them in the closet." "He didn't blame Taco?" Philip asked. "Oh yeah. He did. He told Taco he was a bad boy, but he told dad-Callan he was a bad boy, too." "What did dad-Callan say?" "He said it didn't matter, that I was more important than a pair of slippers." "You know what that means, Diego?" "What Aidan?" "Dads say that because they love you a lot." "I'm a lucky kid." "We are too." As if two older kids, Aidan and Philip look at each other, smiling, sending their thoughts as if by telepathy. "Yeah, we're real lucky," Philip agrees, with the eye-talk. "Did you eat breakfast yet, Diego?" "Nope. My daddies said I have to walk Taco before breakfast." "Did you?" "Yup. He peed and pooped on my way over here." "Not on the sidewalk again, I hope," Aidan quipped. "Yeah," Philip reminded Diego, "dad-Steve was pissed when he stepped on it." Aidan goes on to tell about his dad, "He cursed out Taco real bad." "He doesn't like Taco?" Diego pouted. "He likes'm. Dads only say that, but get over it." "You know what we heard?" Philip asks the blonde. "What?" Aidan squeezes into the conversation, taking over, as if reading Philip's mind, "Our dads talked about getting us a puppy." "Cool! What kind?" "We don't know." Changing the subject, as a result of rumblies in his tummy, Diego asks, "What's for breakfast?" Aidan had his turn at holding Taco, as they made a dash for the back door of the Barr-Clark home. Letting the little mutt loose, the three adhered to the family policy of no footwear allowed, if entering from the rear. "Mmmm, I smell pancakes!" Nothing much new, since every Saturday Diego's been over to the house for breakfast, featuring the butter and syrup-soaked delight. Rushing in to claim their seats at the long table, they are soon greeted by the rest of the Barr-Clark clan. "Hi dad-Steve and dad-Barry!" Diego clings for a quick body hug before taking `his' seat. The other boys, Denis, Mark, Tom and Eric, greet him with a `hi' or `hey'. Soon the cook is serving up the cooked batter. "So, what's on your ticket for today, Max?" Barry asks the twenty-one year old. In a slightly depressed manner, Max Masterson replies, "I'm headed up to the cemetary." Prior to the Christmas season, Max and his friends found out the horrible news that his lover, Terry Duncan had acquired AIDS. In the advanced stages, it didn't take long for the disease to progress. He was gone shortly after the new year rang in. Max returned to cooking school. Since Barry and Steve, had been in dire need for a cook, they welcomed Max on board. Steve offers, "Chad and Matty are headed over here this morning. They'll want to go with you, Max." "They don't have to," Max replied, glum. "Terry was their friend too, Max," Barry tells him. Not saying another word, Max returns to the kitchen, portioned off from the rest of the room. Barry and Steve keep tabs on him, watching him flip a set of pancakes. Max leans against the counter, looking down. Steve nudges Barry, gesturing his other half. Rising, to the chitter chatter of the boys, he makes his way to the silent part of the room. Settling his hands on Max's shoulders, he asks, "Things alright, Max?" Breaking down, he begins to weep, replying, "No. Things will never be the same." "Dad-Steve, how come Max is being a cry baby?" Focusing his attention on Diego, Steve tells him, "Because Max loved someone very much and now that someone isn't around anymore." Giving the same speech, more or less choosing parts of the one Barry gave, when they explained it to their boys, Steve gave reasons that satisfied Diego's curiosity. "Is that why we gotta be good, so that when we get to heaven, we can see people we love, when it's their turn to go away?" Steve couldn't have explained it better. "So, leave us anything?" A deep voice is heard coming from the rear of the kitchen. Hearing the back door slide closed, the noise accompanied their backyard neighbors' greetings. "'Bout time you two fell out of bed," Steve welcomed Alonzo and Callan. At entry to the kitchen, Taco ran straight for Callan. "Don't come to me, you little slipper-slasher!" Steve busted him, "Oh, how can you be angry at such an adorable puppy, Callan?" He then took a bite of pancake, smiling. "Just you wait, Steve Clark, you'll get yours!" Callan warned him, having some inside knowledge. However, kids aren't dumb. Aidan and Philip picked up on it right away. "Dad, are we getting a puppy dog?" Philip asked his dad. "Yeah, are we?" Aidan badgered, as well. "Maybe and maybe not," Steve teased. When the other boys ganged up on him, six against one, Diego joining the pirates, Steve felt like being submitted to the plank. "Alright... alright... hush... a man can't even have a nice quiet breakfast!" Possibly a get even tactic, Callan asks, "Have you picked out a name for him yet?" With a hand shielding the other, Steve gave him `the finger'. "Anytime, Steve... anytime..." Callan replied. However, Alonzo stuck his two cents in real quick. "Yeah, right. Dream on, Steve." "Hey, it's not like I'm `that' type," Steve meant the top position. But, Alonzo goes on to say, "Like you two wanted to do me?" The kids went on with their conversation, as the adults did theirs, excluding Barry and Max. "G'morning!" The next couple to arrive on the scene greeted the dads and kids. Running over to Chad and Matty, Diego gave them syrupy hugs. "Hey squirt, watch the threads," Chad complained. Chad's hand kept Diego's mouth at bay until Matty produced a napkin. Then Chad got the first tight hug. Every Saturday morning, it seemed the two older jocks got the same greeting. "I wish I had a big brother like you!" Both Chad and Matty reminded him with the same cordial response, "We'll always be your big brother, Diego." "Um, Chad, Matty?" Steve questioned, his fork pointing to the stove area. "At it again," Matty asked, seeing Max broken up. "Yeah. It wouldn't hurt if you guys could hang around after going to the cemetary." Chad told him, "I've got to get to the store. Your on, Matty." "No problem," the nineteen year old replied. Both reported to the kitchen, replacing Barry's chat with Max, helping him pour pancakes onto the griddle. % "Good morning boys! Rise'n'shine!" "Uggggh..." came the rough reply from Jim Faulkner. Connor Matthew, not even signaling a reply, plopped the pillow over his head, grinding out any evident sound. "Breakfast in bed!" Maury chirped. Now that stirred the two naked lads from their slumber, Connor lifting his head from under his soft tomb, Jim scooting up to a sitting position, but not before hitting his head on the board above. "Owwwch!" "Knock on wood," Maury giggled, setting the tray down between the two. "So, how did you two sleep?" "What time is it?" came seventeen year old Connor's reply, with a yawn. "Nine o'clock. Time for all horny boys to be wide awake," Maury again giggled. Jim filled them in with, "I was horny last night." Connor, already stroking his morning wood, let them know, "Speak for yourself," both in words and action. "Nothing like adding a little protein to the orange juice!" "You're gross, Maury." "I dunno maybe he's got something there, Connor." "Dare ya, Jim." "What?" Jim questioned Connor. "If I jerked off into your orange juice you'd drink it?" Suddenly Jim wasn't so infatuated with the prospects of having his OJ spiked with cum. "Thought so," Connor resigned to say. Being the devilous tease he can be, their thirty-four year old host prods, "You going to let Connor slide with that comment, Jim?" With a few more thoughts, plus a choice between bacon, eggs and the cum-spiked drink, Jim resigns to, "Maybe later." "Now or never," Maury winks at Connor. Two against one, Jim didn't stand a chance, Connor edging Jim on with his tall stalk, hand-pumped. "I guess it would be okay," he began to breakdown, not crazy about combining the two juices. "That's the spirit!" Maury shouted out, his hand swiping Jim's glass of OJ from the eighteen year olds hand. "Um, wait..." "Renegging?" Maury says, still in with the persuasive curve. "Um.. no," Jim replies. Following the orange filled glass, minus a couple of sips, he watches as Maury holds it near Connor's pubes. "Yeah.. pump it... pump it hard, Connor. Yeah, gonna fill this glass to the top with your protein... you're gonna be one healthy lad, Jim!" "I can't wait," Jim gulped, responding facetiously. "Are you gonna just sit there, Jim?" "I'm gonna be swallowing your cocktail. What more do you want?" "Maury, move it so he can lick my balls?" "I don't believe this," Jim complains, yet readily complies, moving over into ball-sucking position. "That didn't take long... oh shit! Oh shit!" "Quick! Move outta the way, Jim!" Maury yells, positioning the glass of OJ at the tip of Connor's cum-shooter. In seconds, ropes of protein flow from the source, spiking the orange fruity drink. With Connor still panting from the hot cum-shoot, Maury's peddling the glass of juice. "Here you go Jim. Straight from the cow... well you know what I mean." "I think I'm gonna be sick!" Jim yells out. "No problem. Even us big boys need our protein drink!" Throwing his head back, Maury takes the whole glass of OJ down, cum spiked and all. Adding the dramatics, he licks his lips at the end of the drink. "Mmmmmm was that good. Damn, Connor, I'll be looking forward to a regular protein drink from now on." "How about double the protein?" Jim adds. "Holding out on me, are ya, Jim?" "Hee heee," Connor giggles, "turn Maury into our cumdump, Jim." "I'm game if you are," Maury replies. "In fact, when I have some of my college `friends' over, wouldn't it be fun to have them sample your loads?" Jim inquires, "Meaning the guys you invite over for your kinky play, Maury?" "One in the same. Now, what do you boys want to do on this fine Saturday morning?" Connor takes the helm suggesting, "Every Saturday we run with the neighbors." "Okay. Well, why don't you two boys run along and I'll..." Way ahead of Maury, the two have other plans. "You're not getting out of this that easy Maury." "What are you talking about?" "That!" Jim Faulkner points to the beginnings of a gut, forcing Maury's hairy navel to look deeper than it is. "Pulling his hairy tummy up, Maury looks down." "Betcha you can't hardly see your jewels over that, huh Maury?" "Listen. You two boys better remember something." "What's that?" Jim persists. "I own this house and...." "Oh, don't fill us with your silly threats, Maury," Connor tells him, "if you want to keep getting fat like a hot air balloon and croak ten years before you have to, then that's your business. C'mon Jim. Let's hit the shower." They left Maury standing there, with thoughts on his mind. Before, he didn't have two young boys living with him. Two that had opened his world to some daily fun. Two to care about and have care about him. `Yeah, maybe,' he said to himself. Gathering his wits, as well as the remants of the breakfast tray, he made for the kitchen. `Shit!' he exclaimed to himself, `I better hit the shower!' Ten minutes later, Connor and Jim ducked out the front door of the cottage. "Hey! Wait up guys!" Maury was all smiles, as the two whole-heartedly greeted him, all three donning their Nike sweats. % "Helloooooooooooooooooooooooobooooooyzzzzzz!" Aidan's, Philip's and Diego's sneakers bit the dust, hearing the bellowing voice hit a Mariah Carey range, from behind. The three said in unison, "Aunt Bernice!" They each took turns giving her a big hug. "Where's your fathers?" "Down, around the corner, someplace," Philip Barr clued her in. "Ohhhh look at the cute little puppy... my is he getting big.. woof - woof - woof," Bernice communicated with Taco, bending over, hands on hips. What a sight! "Do you think he knows what you're saying, Aunt Bernice?" Diego asked. "Of course he does. He just asked me if I had a biscuit and I told him I do!" Out of her pocket, Bernice produces a small-sized Milkbone. "Wow!" Diego is amazed. "Aunt Bernice `can' do dogtalk!" "Well, look-it him go. Don't you feed him?" She asks. Aidan replied, "Sure they do. This morning Taco ate one of Dad-Callan's slippers!" "Oh, I bet he loved that," Bernice chuckled, as she said it. "What's up with our dads, Aunt Bernice?" Philip mentions. "Oh nothing that can't wait." But Bernice didn't want to wait too long. It had been an inconvenience as it is, to keep the small puppy at her home, even though she was glad to do it, for the boys sake. However, it's her husband, Alberto who wanted to know how many times he had left to take the pup out on his leash. % Continued.... Copyright 2006 T. Chase McPhee This story may not be sold or made part of any collection without prior written permission.