Date: Tue, 20 Jun 2006 20:15:31 -0700 (PDT) From: T. Chase McPhee Subject: Nature Country 14 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" 14 wriTten by T. Chase McPhee % "Wake up... c'mon wake up..." "Huh? Wha the.. fuck?" "C'mon.. time to get moving," Dr. Hannon repeated over and over, slightly tapping the sides of Maury's face. " Whadya think this is?" Maury finally saw the light of day, plus looked upon the figure attached to the humiliating hand. "Time to get you up and about." Finally alert, Dr. Hannon's thirty-four year old patient began slapping his adversary away, like swatting a flock of buzzing bees. "Whadya think I am? Your captive or something Peter?" Maury's statement nailed the end of Dr. Hannon's abrupt deed. Standing there in his white doctor's garment, arms folded across his chest, his right hand tucked into his left arm pocket like he played with his left nip, he gazed upon Maury with a bright smile. "What's that for?" Maury asks, pertaining to the stance. Sorting out the sheet and blanket, folding them both nicely, Maury continues to prod. "Well?" "I like the captive part." "Well you can forget that." "Oh? I think your hospital stay has revealed to me some important information about you, `Maurice'." "And what would that be, `Pete'?" Each had the ominus notion that the other loathed the calling of each other by the longhand or abbreviated namecalling. Maury knew he struck a nerve, when the smiled disintegrated from Peter's face, his arms unfolding, left hand going to one hip, the other outstretched, pointing, readying to correct. "You listen to me, Maurice Passat..." "Yes, `Pete'?" Maury rubbed it in. Quietness suddenly came over the two. Suddenly Peter Hannon's right arm began to melt, as the gaze became hypnotic. Both transformed from unintentional, lighthearted anger, to melancholy. Since Maury lay flat out on his ass, the initiative fell to Peter's shoulders. Literally moving his upper body, he fell over the bed, pinning Maury to the sheets. They sampled each other's lips gently, then moved into a phase of more aggressive behaviour. Breaking, Peter tells Maury, "Y'know, it would be so fine to have you as my subjugated captive?" He followed his statement with a wry smile. "Um, sorry I can't agree with you, but," Maury reached up and tidied up Peter's tie, "might be nice to do the same for you?" Backing away, Peter announced, "Too bad we're two of the same kind." "Yeah," Maury agreed. "Even though those two young teens I witnessed had you broken as a slaveboy?" "Oh thaaaaat! The guys just fooled around." "Really Maury? If I'm not mistaken I thought you rather enjoyed sucking their teen cocks?" Being more insistent, Maury pressured, "Like I said. The guys goofed off with me, okay?" "Easy now, Maury. `Don't want your blood pressure going up!" "Yeah, what about all that? How come I nearly passed out?" Smiling a wicked grin, Dr. Hannon returned to his posture of arms folded across his chest. "I thought maybe you could invite me over for one of your lasagna dinners and we could chat about it?" Untrusting, Maury replies, "Okay, what's your angle, Peter?" "Angle?" "Yeah. You're not inviting yourself over for my health." "Alright, you've made your point." Again, unfurling his arms, Peter moves in as if wanting to get more intimate. Planting his tush on the side of the bed, his left arm moves to the far guardrail. "I know we don't match up as... um top and bottom..." "Or sub and dom?" Maury puts it more realistically. "Well.." Peter motions with his free hand, "more or less. Whatever, I thought at least we could have a go at it as equals?" "Equals huh? And how would that go, Peter?" Frustration sets in. Peter's whole iniative, his purpose for interrupting Maury's sleep, fade. He does a pushup off of the guardrail, standing up. "Oh well. Could've been sweet, but I suppose it never was meant to be." Maury waits for Peter to gather himself and clipboard together and head for the door. When he gets within it's frame, Maury remarks, "Dinner will be at five, but I'll need some therapy getting back into the swimming pool, so be at my place at one. Swimming trunks very optional." "One? Doesn't leave me much time. I get off at noon. That leaves me an hour." Maury, more moving in the dominant role at the moment, begins to feel the backlash. "Well, we'll do this then," Peter explains, "You get yourself out of bed, in the shower and dressed. I'll drop by the business office and have your paperwork ready to sign out. Meet me downstairs." "Um, aren't you required to take me down in a wheelchair, Dr. Hannon?" "Get some other boy to do your slavery chores!" With a smile, the thirty-one year old doctor is out the door. Maury looks at the clock on the wall. "Oh shit!" He shouts out to himself. Sitting up, throwing his legs over the side of the bed, he slides his feet to the floor. "Oh! Cold.. cold.. cold.." he retorts, hopping back up. "Need a hand there, sir?" Maury almost takes a log flume ride off the edge of the bed, taking in the view of the drop-dead Latino standing there in front of him. Inside, he's saying to himself, `Shit, I hope you're gay!' "Um, sure. I um was trying to get to the jon to take in a shower." "I know, sir." "You do?" "Yes. Dr. Hannon sent me up to help you." "He did, did he?" Fading hopes of the humble Latino being gay, dissapated. A spark of hope ignited. He wondered of what intent Peter had for this nurse. "I think if you lean on my shoulder, we can for go the handicapped chair. What do you say, sir?" "Um, you `can' call me Maury, if you would like, um..." "Oh well, Dr. Hannon said that it would humore you if I called you `sir' and my name is Ricardo. Ricardo Montez." "Sir, you say, Ricardo?" "Um, yes. Well..." As Ricardo shouldered the burden of the six foot one, two hundred and fifteen pound patient, hauling him off to the jon, he filled Maury in on a lot of things. "You see, years ago, Dr. Hannon and I came on board about the time. In fact, it had been within the same month, same week, two days apart." "I see," Maury listened intently, hoping this would lead to where he thought it was going. "Right. So we kind of met..." Ricardo giggles, then carries on, "in the linen closet of the hospital." "Linen closet, eh?" Ricardo cut the story for a moment, help Maury disrobe. "Turn around, I'll loosen your garment." Doing a half pirouette, Maury spins slowly around, coming to a halt, his back facing Ricardo's front. Casually he lets the garment fall from Maury's arms, adding a little twist to the unrobing. "Ooooooooh," Maury sighs. While the garment floated downwards, Ricardo made it a special effort to allow his right hand to flow from the top of Maury's hair chest, down his furry stomach, over his swirly bellyhole and to his hot rod, already fueled up. Stepping closer to Maury, Ricardo's already hard 8.5c, tenting his blue hospital fatigues presses onward, as he informs, "This tell you anything more about me, sir?" "If you are knocking at my door, thinking that I'm going to let you in, you can forget that Ricardo!" "Oh, I hope I haven't given you that impression. No, sir. On the contrary, I... I.." Ricardo presses closer, releasing the hospital garb from his hand, letting it drop to the floor. His right hand, that has been massaging Maury's pubic fur, every now and then handling Maury's jewels, retreats up his body to meet the other. With his uniform against flesh, he gives Maury a hug. Of course Maury is savoring the moment, as is Ricardo. Softly and sexy, he whispers in Maury's ear, "Dr. Hannon was right." "Oh?" Maury shook back to reality. "In what manner?" "That you and I are going to make perfect soulmates." "Soulmates?" "Yes. From the moment you entered the hospital he knew." "He did, did he?" Not as much enthralled with Ricardo's bewitching charm, but more in his revelations, Maury divides his attention span. "Yes. You see, we made a connection that first day. Not as lovers but as... how should I put it?" Maury knew what Dr. Peter Hannon was into. Like himself, domination and submission played a key role in their extra-sexual activities. "His submissive?" "Exactly, sir. Wow! Dr. Hannon was right on the mark. He said you would understand, Maury... I mean sir." Maury began to get the whole picture now. This was a setup. However, this type of ambush started to grow on him. Turning, he unlocked Ricardo's mesmerizing hold. He also began to develop some instant ulterior motives. "Tell me, Ricardo?" "Yes, sir." "No, call me Maury... but never Maurice." "Oh I know that already." "You do?" "Yes." Then together, both uttered, "Dr. Hannon!" Facing the blue, smurf-like Latino, Maury asks, "And when do you get off duty, Ricardo?" "Oh, I've been off since seven o'clock this morning." "Seven? But it's nearly noon time." "Yeah, I did some odd errands for Dr. Hannon while I waited for him to... um..." "Set you up?" Blushing, the brown haired nurse replies, "Um, yeah. I guess you can put it that way. You're not mad, are you?" "No. Just a little disturbed." "Oh? How does that go, sir... I mean Maury?" "Well, I'm wondering that since you've been off duty, how come you're still dressed in your hospital fatigues?" It didn't take long for Ricardo to peel the blue shirt off and over his head. "Do you like what you see?" Smiling, Maury replies, "Yeah, but keep going." As he undid the small rope that held up the pants, Ricardo talked about how Dr. Hannon filled him in about this and that. "He says you're a professor at WRCC and that you teach history." "Hmm... I hadn't figured Dr. Hannon did his homework on me so thoroughly." "Oh yeah. He knows a lot about you, Maury." His attention began to wane, as Ricardo dropped his blue pants. Wearing lowrise briefs, Maury wanted to reach out and touch the trail that ran from Ricardo's deep, brown hair-swirled bellyhole, the treasure fuzz that led to a mass of dark brown pubic hair. More than that, he wanted to have in his hand the fully engourged shaft, lying on top of some full jugs of semen, accentuated by the back layering of curly hair. Being too quiet, Ricardo broke the ice, offering, "Go ahead. You can touch me if you want." "Nah," Maury responded, being a bit shy. "Oh come on," Ricardo became insistent. Taking Maury's hand in his, he guided him onward, between his thighs. Maury lost all inhibitions. His large hand encircled Ricardo's thick, 8.5c. "Ooooh that feels so hot, Maury." Then he let the organ go. "You don't like playing with it?" "Playing?" "Um sure. Dr. Hannon told me that you can get into that type of stuff." "He did, did he?" "Yes." It's then that Ricardo had had enough of a chat with Maury that he wanted to become more attached. "Okay, this is the way it is," Ricardo began to explain the whole spectrum, "Dr. Hannon knew he couldn't have you for himself, so he started thinking about it and came up with me." "You?" "Like I said, Maury, we've been playing this `game' or `roleplay' or whatever you want to call it for quite a few years. Neither of us ever got the feeling that we clicked enough to be into a serious relationship. Yet, each of us has had feelers out for that `special' man. You follow?" "I think." "Well, anyway, yesterday Dr. Hannon calls me into the linen closet. For us, that's nothing strange. Sometimes it's for a quick blow job or, um..." Ricardo doesn't need to elaborate. "So, he tells me that he thinks he's found Mr. Right for me." "Me?" Maury summises. "Well, yes, but..." "You have some reluctance?" "Oh, you're great. I mean I've been..." Ricardo grins, giggling, "um, stalking you?" "Stalking?" "Oh, but not without Dr. Hannon's knowledge." Looking down, nonchalantly, Maury sees a pearl of liquid at Ricardo's piss slit. He returns his hand to Ricardo's shaft. This time there's no hesitation. "Seems to me that he's filled you in quite well, on my behalf." "Hey, I think we better hit the shower." While in the shower stall, Ricardo filled Maury in on other stuff, like how he watched as another nurse stripped him down, how another doctor took Maury's vitals, even witnessing the teen sexual acts. "And I do understand about Conner and Jim and what, why they did that to you." "You do, do you. Why don't you explain it to me?" By this time, as the water careened down their bods, their chests met, arms engulfing each other. Ricardo began to explain, going into some psychological buzz, but met with resistance when Maury initiated some mouth to mouth resuscitation. As their first sexual act, Maury's hand formed around both cocks. Taking both barrels, he stroked forwards and backwards. Their shafts pointing towards each other, it only became a short matter of time before both cried out loud, cum juice integrating with the rain shower. As each breathed heavy, arms hung around their bods, Maury's cast over Ricardo's muscled shoulders, the top of his end in sync with the patch of dark brown hair separating the Latino's pecs. Ricardo ran his hands up and down Maury's sides, repeating, "Are you okay? You okay Maury?" "Oh, I'm more than okay. That was totally hot." Stepping out of the shower, Ricardo confessed, as he helped dry Maury off, "This is one of the things Dr. Hannon and I enjoyed." "What was that?" "Roleplay. Him as the master and me as his submissive. I liked tending to his needs." "Oh and what needs do you have to be tended to to, Ricardo?" "My needs?" Again, gobbling up Maury from behind, holding the towel he just dabbed-dry Maury's back, he replies, "A man that needs me. Like I worship him, he in turn meets my needs. To feel wanted, loved and I know that all is not an instaneous or pressured thing. Maury, I want to be with you. Grow to love you. If it doesn't work out that way, then I'll accept it. I know love can't be forced from either side." As Ricardo lay the love-facts straight, Maury thought of the same thing. At first his thoughts engaged in their roles of domination and submission, but now he saw a clearer picture of intentions. Like himself, Ricardo sought a partner to have a normal relation of love and camaraderie. It wasn't only to be based on the superficial roles. "So, what do you think Maury?" Grinning, Maury asks, "Do you do windows?" "Meaning glass or MSN?" "C'mon, we've got an Italian dinner to shop and prepare. We don't want to leave Master Pete waiting do we?" "Oh don't let him catch you calling him that." "So you know he hates the name?" "Yep. Like you hate Maurice?" "Oh my. Dr. Hannon has really done his briefing with you, hasn't he?" As Ricardo pulled up his blue pants over his black Jockey lowrises, he responded, "Oh I'm sure he's only skimmed the surface, Maury!" % 14 Continued.... Copyright 2006 T. 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