Date: Sat, 24 Jun 2006 13:43:02 -0700 (PDT) From: T. Chase McPhee Subject: Nature Country 15 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" 15 wriTten by T. Chase McPhee % "...and if I die before I wake, I pray the Lord my soul to take!" "That's not a table prayer, Ai!" "I know," Aidan replied. "But just in case this here meal Max made us kills us all..." The table full of Barr, Clark and one Bridge and single Masterson family members laughed their asses off, knowing what Aidan had referred to. "Poor Max," Chad chided, ruffling the twenty-one year old cook's hair. "Hey, I haven't killed off any diners yet!" Max returned the uncomplimentary comment. "Hello? Anybody home?" "Is that Alonzo's voice?" Steve asks. Barry, giving a quick, "Excuse me," gets up from his chair. Wiping his newly formed, dark-haired stache, he proceeds to head out of the diningroom, proceeding to the foyer. "Callan, you're out of the hospital?" Alonzo jokes, "Yeah, I got tired of prying the male nurses off of him!" Diego had run ahead, into the diningroom, having picked up the Italian scent. "Hi guys. What's for lunch?" There had been one vacant seat, so Diego helped himself to it. Right away, Max got up, grabbed Barry's plate that had rested in front of the ten year old and took it to the kitchen. "What will you have to drink?" Steve offered. "Got any grape gatorade, please?" Diego had started feeling like one of the gang long ago. However one thing he never lacked is manners. It's one thing that Alonzo's line of heritage drilled into him, so it became a natural thing to pass along to his son. It's one of the values that Steve, Barry and others admired in the young Latino child, always making him feel welcome. "Where's your dad?" "He's coming." As Steve delivered the bottle of purple water, he summised, "Well then I suppose we should set another couple of plates." "No, none for us," the surprise came, as Alonzo and Callan stepped into the diningroom. Of course, Callan became the `man of the hour', after being released from the hospital. They all welcomed him into their gathering, Steve getting up and giving him a hug. "Easy Steve," Barry says, "the doc says not to excite him too much!" The squirts didn't get it, but every else did. "Where's Taco? You didn't bring him with you, Diego?" "Nah. The hospital wanted to get rid of daddy-Callan soon, so we went to church, then stopped at home real quick and came here. Taco is all walked and watered down. Mmm... this spaghetti is delish!" Philip looked to Aidan. They both summed up that anything Diego got `free and clear', tasted good! "So, what are we going to do today?" Diego asks. "We?" Aidan inquires. It's then the two youngsters noted the disappearing act of Alonzo, Callan and their dad. "Hey! Where'd your daddies go?" Aidan asks. "They had to go do some business." Before they got too deep into explanations, Barry returns. He directs to Diego, "Hey, who's that little bear sitting in my seat?" As if Diego is Barry's own, he bends over, giving the ten year old a quick bear hug. Aidan and Philip take notice, more so than Tom, Eric, Mark or Denis, who are engaged in their own soft conversation. "Dad-Barry, do you love Diego?" Barry uprights himself, breaking his hold on the squirt. "Of course," he provides the answer for Philip. "Like you love us?" "Let me ask you something, Philip and this goes for Aidan or the rest of you." When Barry made the subject more inclusive, the older boys looked up to him. "Do you boys love Diego's daddies and how much?" Steve smiled and winked at Barry. His question-answer had sent the boys into a deep thought mode. "Nice one," Steve commented. "Thanks," Barry replied, "Scoot over, will ya?" Returning to the room, Max had left the table to retreive Barry's plate from the microwave. "Sorry, I think I might have nuked it too long." Waving Max away, Barry replies, "Oh no. It's fine. I'll just freshen it up with a little sauce." However, it's Max, like a servant, who scooped up the bowel in his hand, reported to Barry's side and began ladling it out onto the pile of red spaghetti. "Oh, you didn't have to do that, Max." "No sweat. It's the least I can do with what you're doing for me." Standing, Max Masterson began going into what resembled a testimonial. "I know what a burden I've been on everybody since Terry's passing on..." Steve and Barry commented to the contrary. "Just the same, you all have been great to me. I don't have any family of my own. Terry's family have treated me like shh..." Max glances at the squirts, then reformulates his sentence, "like crap and well..." Chad could see where this was going. The others seemed keyed into the same thoughts. Barry removed the spaghetti sauce bowl from Max and set it on the table. Tapping Matty on the shoulder, Chad got up and circled the long, rectangular table, til he met Max, scooping him up in his arms. "We all love you like we brothers, Max." Breaking, his hold, Chad left the opportunity for Matty and Max to engage. But they stood there instead, looking at each other. Max stole some glances to Chad. "It's okay. I know what happened, Max. Everything's copasetic." "Does that mean it's okay to give Matty a hug?" Few knew the meaning of the word, however Max kind of thought the way Chad delivered it, upbeat and all, that it pointed in a friendly direction. "Grind it!" Chad remarked, with a smile. It made Max smile, as he and Matty gave each other a warm hug. Bellowing out, giggles amongst the younger set ensued. Barry commented, "At the table, Chad?" "Oh, sorry dad." It wasn't that big of an offense. Smiling, Barry told him, "Next time choose your words a little more carefully, son?" Along with the warning, Chad received a whack in the ass. A friendly reminder, unlike some times of the distant past. % "I'm sure gonna miss ya, Luke." Luke Brumwell squats down, til he's on the nine year olds level. "Yeah, we had some good times and close calls, didn't we?" "You're not gonna do anything like leave town are ya Luke?" "Leave?" "Start on the run again?" Looking up, in Zach's direction, Luke smiles, then replies, "Nah. I think I'll stick around for awhile." "Are ya gonna be here... in case I wanna visit ya?" "Until they git tired of me and want ta kick me out." Gary says, "You're welcome to stay here until you get settled, Luke." "That's good," Seth replies. "You're gonna have a family just like me, Luke!" With that, the ecstatic moment of happiness, Seth steps forwards, throws his arms around Luke's shoulders and gives him the biggest hug. "Yeah, okay. Don't get all smooshy on me now!" "I wish we could be in the same family. I got used to ya being my big brother, Luke." "Well, I wouldn't be far away from ya Seth." Like a Kodak moment, Gary and Zach both smiled, looking at each other, Gary placing his arm around Zach's shoulder, reinforcing the bonds of family. "Is that the bell?" Zach asks Gary, even though it could be heard loud and clearly. "I bet that's them," Gary replies, dropping his hold on Zach's shoulder. As Seth let's go of his hold on Luke, the nineteen year old rises up. "I wonder if that's my new family?" Seth asks, all tingling with excitement. As Callan and Alonzo enter the den, Zach smiles, hearing Luke say in a whisper, "Whooooa... some hot family!" Seth, unafraid and not shy, walks up to the two and asks, "Are you my new dads?" "Dads?" Losing a little luster from his smile, Gary replies, "These are Diego's dads who are taking you to live with them, for now." Quite the thinker, Seth mulls over what Gary has said. "Well ya don't have a thing to worry about. I can be real good at halpin' out." As Seth and the three adults chat, Luke makes his own conversation with Zach. "Who's the blond?" "Callan." "Man is he hot looking." "Yeah," Zach says quickly, then changes the train of thought. "Y'know Luke, Berk never got to the question that kind of has been irking me." "Been what was that?" "Irking.. troubled." "Y'mean you want t'know something?" "That's it." "Go ahead and ask it then. I ain't got nuthin' ta hide." "Okay. First the cops picked you up, right?" "Yep." "They worked you over?" "Oh yeah. Like I showd ya. Still got some bruises." "Right. Then Seth said something about them doing `sex stuff' to you." "Um, yeah. So?" "What did they do to you?" "Well um, the younger cop, Kyle made me suck his cock. I didn't want to do it and that's when they beat me, until I gave in." "So, they beat you into submission?" "That mean until I did it?" "Right. Submission means you do it on your own free will." "Well, I never took a man's cock in my mouth before and didn't want to, but my stomach was feelin' mighty painful from the older cop punching me." "So you sucked Kyle's cock?" "Yeah. I did. My first time and he didn't like it." "Oh?" "Right. `Said my sharp teeth was givin' him a bad blow job or somethin' like that. Then he begin to tell me how to do it, like I was in school. He tell me to put my lips over my teeth and then rub up and down his shaft." "Then he liked it, no doubt?" "Oh yeah. He started pettin' me on the head like I was some dog. Then the funny thing, he starts tellin' me I'm doin' a good job! What dya think of that, Zach?" "I take it neither of them reciprocated?" "Huh?" "Sucked your cock?" "No. Ain't nobody ever suck me. I mean, I didn't even know I was gay." "Wait. You mean to tell me that you didn't know you had been gay before you met up with these cops?" Shrugging his shoulders, Luke informs him, "Well uh never knew what it was called. I know I didn't have an eye for girls and liked to see the other boys without their shirts on. That what you mean?" "I suppose. So, what else happened?" "So after a while, Kyle yells out to Paul, that's the other cop, `Ya ready?'. I guess Paul knowd what that meant. When he says `yes', Kyle pulls his thick cock outta my mouth. I tell ya, none too sooner. My jaw was startin' t'ache something fierce. Then Paul tells me to open up. Well, I wasn't about to go through no mo'punchin', so I open up. Same time, Kyle is reachin' around me, unbucklin' my belt. Even though m'hands are cuffed behind my back, I struggled. I accidentally knick'd Paul's cock wit ma'teeth. Man do he got a temper. He slap me up aside the head and sent me reelin' `cross the room." Zach showed pity for Luke, shaking his head. "Yeah'n'then Paul says I'm gonna get it." "He then beat you again?" "Un-uh. Kyle says he gotta fuck me before his cock wilts. When I hear that, I almost wish Paul would beat me. But he don't. Instead, they bend me over the desk in the office. Kyle pulls my pants down to m'ankles, then my briefs. My hands are still cuffed behind me, so I can't do nuthin'. Paul tells me to open up, warning me not to do anything that'll cause him t'lose his temper. Kyle is doin' stuff to my ass, wettin' his finger and forcin' it inside my asshole. Then I feel his cock instead of his finger. Paul is pushin' forwards, his cock almost down m'throat. Then I feel the worstest pain of m'life, as Kyle pushes his cock into me. When I go to shout out wit the pain, Paul presses his cock further into me. T'make this long story shorterer, they both is movin' in and out of me, at my mouth and ass. It seem ta take like hours they pounding me and then I feel Paul let loose. His manseed is emptying right down my throat and into my stomach. Almost same time, Kyle grabs my shoulders and is tryin' to press himself deeper into me. Then he groans out loud and I suppose he empty his seed up my ass, `cause he pull outta me after awhile." "So then they let you go." "Not right away. Kyle say he got another load and for Paul to get his ass over the desk. He, Kyle, pulls me up from the desk and Paul goes and lays his belly down on it. Then he has me stand behind Paul, and Kyle is strokin' my cock. I have ta tell ya, Zach that it feel good havin' him do it." "Then what?" "Then he tell Paul to split his own ass apart. Next thing I know, Kyle is feedin' my hard shaft into Paul's asshole. I felt so ashamed t'myself Zach." "Why's that?" "'Cause first Kyle start movin' me into Paul's asshole, pushing m'cock deeper and deeper until I can feel my balls on him. Then he pull me out a little, then back in. Bad part is, it start feelin' mighty good ta me. So then I start doin' it on my own. See what I mean `bout bein' embarrass like?" "Well, I can't say that what you went through is exactly a happy experience, but I know for a fact that fucking ass can feel read good." "Have you gone an'fucked a man, Zach?" "Well... um, no, but..." "You get yer ass fucked?" "I..." Zach blushed. "Um, yeah. I've been fucked. By my former boyfriend." "Now that's somethin' we never talked about." "What's that, Luke?" "You got a boyfriend." "Had." "So you ain't got one now?" As with most men, if they didn't like the looks of another man, they would make up any wild excuse, but on the contrary, Zach found Luke to be real good looking, plus fun to talk with. He was growing on Zach. "No, not at the moment. Why?" "No reason." Of course there was a reason, but Luke wasn't in the frame of mind to say anything as of yet. Yesterday, when he spotted Zach, he was hoping he was gay, as his eyes feasted on the handsome, dark-brown haired twenty-two year old. Before Luke could finish up his story, Seth barged into their conversation with, "I'm goin' now, with my new dads, Luke. Wish me luck, to be a good part of the family!" "Um yeah," Luke said, not good on words, "I wish ya well, Seth." Looking down upon the temporary family of two that had existed over many miles, traversing several states, Zach saw how loving Luke could be, taking the initiative this time to embrace his former nine year old companion. "You be good fer Calling..." "Callan," Zach corrects him, adding, "And the other dad is Alonzo." "Yeah, well you be good for them." Getting up from the squatted position, Alonzo and Callan stepped forward to introduce themselves to Luke, apologizing for not doing it earlier. "No problem," Luke replied, with a keen focus on Callan. As Gary showed them out, Luke followed Zach back into the kitchen. "That Callin sure is a good looking man." "Get over it, Luke. He's taken." "Oh, I ain't sayin' anything like that. What are you doin'?" Taking some chicken out for dinner. My turn to prepare the supper. "I used ta be good at cookin'." "Really? Then I'm electing you to help me!" "Okay. It be no problem." "What's the matter, Luke?" "Nuthin'," he replied. It could be sensed, as the two stood in the middle of the kitchen Looking down, that something depressed Luke. Not thinking anything wrong with it, Zach decided to make his play. He let his left hand clutch at Luke's right hand. Luke's head turned immediately. Instead of bucking loose, he let Zach have his hold on him. "If I'm not mistaken, Luke, I'd think that you're going to be missing Seth?" Cracking a smile, Luke replies, "I think you found me out, Zach." Going further, Zach took Luke in his arms. Still testing out Luke, he hugged the nineteen year old, then, with their cheeks meeting, Zach's lips left a kiss on Luke's cheek. "Something wrong, Luke?" "Um, no.. I mean..." Wiping the kiss away with his sleeve, like sloppy food, Luke replies, "first time I got kissed by a man." "Did you like it?" Luke shrugged his shoulders, saying, "I dunno." They got interrupted, as Gary came back from tidying up his wardrobe. "Ready for that trip to the mall?" Looking down at his feet, Luke asks, "Got anything that'll fit my feet?" Both Zach and Gary smiled at Luke's bare feet. % 15 Continued.... Copyright 2006 T. Chase McPhee This story may not be sold or made part of any collection without prior written permission.