Date: Sat, 17 Jun 2006 12:51:52 -0700 (PDT) From: T. Chase McPhee Subject: Nature Country 12 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" 12 wriTten by T. Chase McPhee % More than once Barry and Steve had to nudge Tom or Eric in the shoulder, to keep them from falling asleep in church. Each time, the two dads looked at each other, smiling. Their thoughts had been on not their dosing sons, but what the boys got out of doing the demeaning duty Mike gave them, back at the station, toiling for most of the night in the police precinct jon, brushing the floor and wall tiles, urinals, toilets and sinks with toothbrushes. When Pastor MacKenzie excused the children to go downstairs to Sunday School, Aidan, Philip and Diego hustled out of the seats, to the tune of `cool'! "C'mon guys!" Philip stated excitedly. Each in a class of their own, Philip knew his teacher would have snacks ready. On the other hand, where Diego's teacher didn't provide any food, he couldn't wait to get into the arts and crafts project they began last week, a Father's Day present. For him, another boy and a girl in the class, they would have it special, having both parents of the same sex. It also brought about the topic of why Diego's and the other two's picture had two men in it, whereas the other had hetero couples. Diego's teacher closed off the subject until she had time to confer with the pastor over the issue. At a meeting of the Sunday School teachers, Pastor MacKenzie brought up the subject of same-sex households, which proved to be an education for some. As Aidan's class settled down, his teacher, Mr. Rapaport began discussing the issue, "Now I know it's not this class, but another class brought up the idea of some boys and girls in this Sunday School of having two dads or two moms." "Like, me?" Aidan wasn't ashamed to say. "Yes, exactly," Mr. Rapaport replied. "First, I wondered what you young ladies and gentlemen thought of that?" Even thought Mr. Rapaport was much older than Aidan's twelve years, he held a keen interest in staring. One might say he had had a crush on Mr. Rapaport since the beginning of the Sunday School year. "Yeah, what's it like to have two queer dads?" Tim Toles asks. "They're gay like me," Aidan replied. He wasn't sure, but it sounded kind of demeaning for Tim to say it in that way. "I haven't really thought about it. They're my dads, parents like any other family, only one of my dads doesn't wear a bra!" Even Mr. Rapaport got a chuckle out of that one, thinking, `I'll add that one to the `darnedest things kids say'!' Tim adds, "In my house my mom does the laundry and other stuff." "At my house, the cook does that grocery shopping and we have a lady that comes in to do the laundry and make the beds," Melonie Weiss offered. The other boy with two dads at home answered, "My dads take turns doing the chores. We have a cook, but my dads do the grocery shopping on account of Mrs. Hurley spending four hundred bucks on a shopping trip!" Mr. Rapaport answered, "Oh my! It's just you at home, isn't it Alex?" "Yup, but my dads say they want to get another one so that I can have a playmate." One of the other girls, Brenda McNicholls ads, "The same with my moms. But one of them wants to have the baby through them." Getting the gist of what Brenda said, meaning pregnancy, Alex replies, "Well, that can't happen to men!" Another one for Rapaport's `darnedest' journal. "Well, I think we better get on with the lesson today." Aidan cuts in with, "Isn't this part of it?" The thirty-two year old Sunday School teacher looked upon Aidan's insight as overwhelming and corrective, but took it in stride. "Well, yes, I suppose you're right, Aidan." Something happened to twelve year old Aidan that didn't happen much, but lately has been occuring more frequently. With what Aidan perceived as a handsome looking man and the manner in which the compliment was converyed, made his short cock take a leap. His hand that didn't hold the pencil, slipped down his thigh. "What?" Mr. Rapaport asked, seeing some sort of reaction on Aidan's face. "Um, nothing." Aidan replied, according to what his dick felt, adding, "Um, I mean isn't this," getting back on target, "about life?" He had to go and smile at Aidan, another reason to feel that tingling sensation under his zippered area. Fortunately, Mr. Rapaport had his attention steered away by another student. Aidan sure hoped he'd get relaxed enough by the time Sunday School class had ended. While the kids met downstairs and the adults upstairs, in the church, for Pastor MacKenzies message, the church lounge hosted the key players in the upcoming youth group, intergenerational outing. Heading up the group, Terrence Beethoven chaired the proceedings. However, the subject matter didn't exactly stay on course. The meeting of the minds began with role call. "Anybody hear from Zach?" Terrence questioned the small group. "Nope," Chad led the replies, nobody having a clue. Making a note of it, Terrence says, "Okay, well I'll have to give him a call." "Where's Rick?" Matty asks. "On duty," came the blunt answer, as Terrence carried on. "What about Juan and Miguel?" "Hangover," Chad reported. "Out late again, at D'jola's?" Terrence inquires. Matty supplies the credible answer, "Well yeah. Since the arson they've been making themselves scarce." Knowing the details, Terrence aids him, "Yeah, well it was nice of you and Chad to extend a brotherly hand. I suppose they want to stay out of your way and give you your privacy." "I suppose," Chad agrees, along with Matty nodding. "Good to see you here, Max. How are things going with you?" "Okay, I suppose," Max replies, looking to Matty. Terrence glances between the two, asking, "Did I miss something here?" "Yeah," Chad supplies the answer, then adds, "we're enacting the `don't ask - don't tell' rule!" "Oh, well okay," Terrence smiles and gets on with business, "Andy Chekov came last week for the first time. Did we lose him?" There's comic relief, as Chad giggles, replying, "On the contrary, I think our heterosexual friend is joining our ranks!" "Andy? Gay? Why didn't you tell me, Preppy?" "Geez, forgot Matty, with all the... the... you know," Chad meant their little discussion about the cemetary incident with Max, "it kind of slipped my mind," he shrugged. "No problem," Matty replies, not wanting the `other' subject brought up. "So, do you think Andy will be back?" Then the door opens. Terrence responds, "Well, speaking of the devil!" "And his accomplice?" Chad incites. Entering with Andy, is Christian. "Hey, sorry we're late. Um, this is Christian Zoutendijk, everybody," Andy introduces them. "Come again?" Terrence asks. But Andy doesn't get the question, replying, "Huh?" "The name?" "Believe me," Chad speaks out, rising up and taking Christian's hand to shake, "Just call him Christian!" Christian shortens it to, "Chris is okay." "Chris it is. I'm Terrence or Terry." "Nice to meet you Terry," Christian responds, picking his own version. "Coffee?" Terrence inquire of the two. "None for me," Andy responds. "I'll have a short one," Chris states. Andy, being the perfect gentlemen, tells Chris he'll accompany Terrence to the mini-kitchen, for him to take a seat. As Chris sits, Max introduces himself. "I'm Max Masterson," he extends his hand. As happens when walking on carpeting, they get `shocked'. "Cool!" Max responds. They then engage in the handshake after backing quickly off. Their grip lingers. Realizing the long hold over each other, Christian lets go, "Um, yeah. Nice to meet you, Max." "Same here." Observing, Chad and Matty make mental notes, a few short vocal ones. "Uh-huh..." Matty says. Chad adds, "Andy better watch out!" To all of their amazements, Andy overhears, stating on his behalf, "No problem guys. Christian and I are friends." Sitting, pulling the chair up, under his ass, he further details, "I know you're probably wondering, but `no'. I'll not gay." Laughing his ass off, Chad replies, "Yeah, I was kind of wondering about that, Andy!" It sure put a smile on Max's face. Christian smiled back. "Um, can we get back to the order of business?" Terrence tried gaining control of the meeting. But Matty couldn't resist the quesitionable topic. He had to ask, even though he wasn't really thinking it. "How does it feel to be in cuffs, Terrence?" Instead of lightheartedly answering, as if a joke, as Matty meant it to be, Terrence blew up. "Y'know," he got up out of his chair, "this is supposed to be a fucking Sunday School meeting. If you want to know something private, fuckin' ask me in private!" As Terrence stormed out of the room, Matty got up and tried stopping him, verbally. "Hey look, I didn't mean anything by it.. I... Terry? I..." It was too late. What had been said, was history and the hurt accomplished, not that it had been intentional on Matty part. "Good going, Matty," his partner awarded him. "Man, I guess I've really fucked up this time, even though I did mean it as a joke." "Not according to him, obviously." "What's this about guys?" Max inquires. "Never mind," Matty tells him. "Looks like I've gone and got myself in deep shit with Terry." Chad nudges him, saying, "Well, how long you going to wait before you drown in the toilet?" Getting Chad's meaning, Matty does a pushup from the table. "Yeah, you're right. I better go ask `God' for redemption." Chad pats Matty on the back, saying, "We'll say a prayer for you!" Leaving the room, Matty walks down the hallway. He spots Terrence's car still sitting in the parking lot. Back tracking, he heads to the `other' church lounge. He's not there. Snapping his fingers, Matty heads towards the only other place he knows Terrence would go for solace. Well, other than Pastor MacKenzie's private quarters. Exiting through the backdoor, sure enough, he views Terrence, sitting on a bench in the prayer garden. "Hey," he introduces himself. Feeling mighty low, the twenty year old approaches the center of the garden, where four marble benches form a quartet. Shoulders slumped, his hands stuffed into his pocket, like he's trying to handle something, but not, Matty sits across from Terrence. "Hmm," Terrence responds, very low keyed. "Back there," Matty gestures over his shoulder, "I'm real sorry for acting like a jerk." "Hm." "You forgive me, bro?" Terrence, leaning his elbows on his knees, couldn't stay angry at those puppy dog eyes. Lifting his head, not changing from his dismal manner, he gave the sincere response, "I might if you give me a blow job?" A slight smile creased the sides of his lips. Knowing Terrence joked, in his way of saying all was forgiven, Matty fell forwards on his knees. "No problem, bro. Drop the zipper," as Matty's palms fell onto Terrence's knees. Lightening up, Terrence replies, taking a fistful of Matty's mane, "Get up my son, your sins are forgiven!" "Owwwwwwch! It don't sound sincere to me!" Rising up at the same time, Terrence released Matty, forming his arms in between Matty's, hugging him. "I'm real sorry, Terry. Really I am," Matty went on. "It's over and done with, okay?" "Yeah, but I still feel like a doofus." "Yeah I know," Terrence admitted. Matty then turned his question to a different matter. "So, you and Rick getting serious?" The two walked slowly, Terrence's arm over Matty's shoulder, as if the preacher escorting a counseled church member. "I'd like it to proceed that way." "Oh? And Rick's feelings?" "I think he's interested in me." "Chad's dads think it's serious." "Oh, so there's rumors started already, huh?" "They didn't mean anything by it, I swear Terry." Matty mistook Terrence's reply as serious. "Hey, I'm not pissed about it. Lighten up, okay?" "Yeah. Sure," Matty loosened up. Before Terrence opened the door, to admit them both back into the youth group meeting, he place his palm against it, as Matty reached for the knob. "Everything's cool between us, right?" "Um, yeah. I suppose so," Matty reacted. "Well, I've been meaning to say this for a long time, but never got the opportunity, but I really love you and Chad. I hope you know that, Matty." "Oh yeah. We do too.. love you too, Terry." "I just wanted to let you know that I'm sorry I lost my cool and it would have to be an offense a lot worse than what happened in there to... to..." "Make you haul off and slug me?" Matty interjected, in jest. "Something like that." Terrence released his hand from the door. Matty turned the knob. "Oh wait," Terrence interrupted, slamming the door shut, the tenth of an inch it opened. "What?" "It didn't feel good to have the cuffs on, but... you can tell Chad this later. It did feel good with my hands bound behind me, in the back of the patrol car, with Rick kissing me." "You didn't have to tell me that, Terry." "I know, but I know Chad is going to be bugging you for details." "You're right, Terry." "Well, there's something juicy to lay on him." "Oh, believe you me. When I want to lay something juicy on Chad, it'll be something gooeyer than your kiss with Rick!" Entering the door, the two disturbed the goings on with their howling laughter. It overshadowed the rumblings below, as Sunday School let out. "Mr. Rapaport, I want to thank you for understanding me." The thirty-two teacher looked perplexed. "You know. What I said about my dads and all?" He sort of got what Aidan meant, but decided to acknowledge it anyway, as he took the Bibles from the twelve year olds hands and placed them on the cabinet shelf. "Oh yes. Of course. I think you said some meaningful things." Actually, as David Rapaport listened to the conversation, questions began to confront himself, as to his own sexuality. Possibly this little runaway conversation had brought to light thoughts of some missing elements in his life. % 12 Continued.... Copyright 2006 T. Chase McPhee This story may not be sold or made part of any collection without prior written permission.