Date: Mon, 10 Jul 2006 12:54:51 -0700 (PDT) From: T. Chase McPhee Subject: Nature Country 17 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" 17 wriTten by T. Chase McPhee % "I don't believe `RV' was sold out," Matty complained. "Yeah, if it wasn't we wouldn't have gotten the chance to beef up on our vocabulary." "I can't believe that Akeelah learned to spell all those words for one movie." "Dah, Max, they had cue cards in front of her. Nobody can remember all of those words." Chad pipes up, "Oh yeah. I bet there are some kids in my dad's school that are that smart." "High school kids? Nah. You go to high school to study a little and to party." Maybe that was Max's opinion, but not Matty, who became all serious. "Not for me it wasn't. Damn, if my mom ever caught me fooling around in school, well it was up shit's creek without a paddle." "How about a canoe?" Chad jokes. "That's only if I got into trouble, which I didn't." After a couple of seconds of silence, Matty levels with them. "Except maybe once." "Oh? And when was that?" Chad asks him. "Oh, it was nothin'." Like the squirts, Chad isn't letting Matty off the hook. First he starts tickling Matty, then Max starts in. "Alright.. alright... I'll talk!" "You better or it's back in with the tickle torture." "Okay, but first I need a drink." Going to the kitchen, the three walk through the double doors. The kitchen had been preoccupied. "Um, excuse us?" There, at the restaurant type seating arrangement, in the form of a booth, u-shaped, Enrique sits, with somebody by his side. However, this somebody is not the young guy that Enrique described to Matty and Chad prior. "Oh! Hi there," Enrique spoke to them. Being surprised, Enrique slid out from underneath the table, figiting to button up his shirt, covering the black chest and stomach hair. At the same moment, the guy, nestled in the corner of the booth, does the same, but not until a zipping sound can be heard. "So, this is your young man, I take it?" Matty inquires. The guy is looking at the trio, so Enrique gives them a quick finger to the lips. One used to keep their prior conversation mum. Seeing that the case, Chad reaches over, extends his hand and offers, "Hi. I'm Chad Barr." "Nice to um, meet you," the bear replies, stopping halfway from buttoning up his protruding, red-haired belly to take Chad's hand. "Collin Kelly." When they entered, Enrique wasn't as half as much sweating as he is now. "Collin, maybe you should go now." "Sure, Enrique. Um, I just got here, but we'll get together another time." "I have your number." After Collin left, via the side door, the three raid the fridge. However, they aren't done with grilling Enrique. "So, what happened to Nolan?" "Oh Nolan. Yes.. well, that was just a whim. Much too young for my blood." Chad and Matty exchange glances. They've seen this response before. In other words, Enrique got dumped. "And where did you find `red'?" Chad asks about Collin. "An old friend. We've met a couple of times before. I figured we could get together for old time's sake." "I see." Strange thing is, that the thirty-four year old cook never stopped sweating. Even though nothing was being cooked, except some warmed over pizza slices, in the microwave, the air remained cool. However, Enrique's shirt showed signs of sweat on his center chest and around his pits. "Enrique, is everything alright?" "What tha fuck makes you say that?" Max makes an `o' with his lips, looking to Chad and Matty, seeing how irritated Enrique has suddenly become. "Hey, sorry there Enrique. Like I didn't mean to make you upset." "I think you boys should mind your own business. After all, my love life is my own business. Do I go around asking you who you've fucked?" The conversation that ensued seemed highly out of context for Enrique. He's never acted this way before. Chad and Matty had become stifled in their approach. They didn't know what direction to head in, other than silence. Even though, Enrique went on complaining. That is until the front bell sounded. "I'll get it," Chad offered. "Um, I'll help," Matty responded, too. "Hey, wait up guys!" It's for sure that Max wasn't about to be left alone with what seemed like a man in the middle of a fit of outrage mixed with lunacy. As Chad opened the front door, the three wondered why two police officers stood there. "Excuse me for disturbing your Sunday afternoon." "What's up Riley?" Chad recognised him. "Have we met?" "At the store last week. You asked why we don't carry beer?" "Oh yes, but I didn't get your name." "Chad Barr." "Any relation to the high school principal?" While Riley and Chad continued with their chit chat, the other officer talked with Matty and Max, very business like, sticking with the theme of their original quest. He first identified himself as, "Officer Berk Hewsen, WR Police Department. My partner already identified himself. We understand you retain a chef by the name of Enrique Martinez?" "Um, yes." At the sound of the twenty-six year olds official voice, with a tinge of trouble embedded, Chad turned from his light chatter and joined the three. "What about Enrique?" Chad inquires. "We have a warrant for his arrest." "Arrest?" Matty asks. "Yes, is he here?" "In the kitchen," Chad tells Berk. "What does this involve?" Matty questions him, as the five move towards the double doors. Berk answers, "Seems he had an argument with a young man by the name of... I have it here.." Before Berk can search the paper, Matty replies, "Nolan?" "Yes, that's the name." Then finding it, his finger pointing it out on the paper, "Nolan Arcand. Seems that the disagreement led to a shouting match, then pushing match. The young man was roughed up pretty badly, then...." When they got to the kitchen, it was vacant. "Enrique was just here," Matty told them. Turning to Riley, Chad asks, "What else was he going to say?" "Your chef raped the kid it seems. Couldn't accept the guy dumping him, so had to leave his mark." "That sucks!" Max commented. "Tell me about it," Riley replied, eyeing Max up and down, as if seeing him there for the first time. Over hearing the remark about Nolan getting raped by Enrique, Matty says, "No wonder he acted like somebody on the edge of despair." "Oh?" Berk inquired, the picture on his face already questioning what Matty meant by his remark. Then, breaking off his scanning of Max, Riley says, "You have his apartment information there, Berk?" "Right here," the young rookie looks over the papers, figiting with several, underneath the warrant. Max, hasn't any interest in the paperwork, nor the officer's goal. For the past five minutes he's been taking liberties to check out Berk. When they depart, Max comments, "Nice looking guy, wouldn't you say?" % After returning from the mall, Zach helped Luke put away his clothes in the guest room, retreating to Zach's room. Getting comfortable, Zach throwing on some shorts, opting for the barechested look, he sits down at his PC, opening the file for his term paper. "So what was it that you wanted to ask me yesterday, Zach?" "Ask you, Luke? When?" Sitting up in Zach's room, Zach types away on the computer, as nineteen year old Luke Brumwell lays back on the bed, tossing a football up in the air, catching it. "Owwwch!" "What now?" Zach switches his head around. "Nuthin'. Dropped the dang football on my nose!" The two laugh out loud, Zach calling him, "Doofus," then resuming his typing. "So?" "It's not really important," Zach tells him. Even though Zach was itching to find out what the cops did to Luke, he didn't want to bring anything up that would cause Luke bad memories. However, the opposite feelings occured to Luke. He knew the information Zach sought. Luke wanted to talk it out with Zach or somebody, just to get the feelings out. "Oh. Okay." Before anything else could be said, there's a knock at Zach's door. "Yeah, Uncle Gary," Zach yelled, knowing he was the only one at home besides the two of them. Opening the door, Gary admitted himself and another male. "There's someone here I would like you to meet." Looking up, Zach returned to his term paper with enough time to hit file and save with his mouse. Luke let the football roll to his chest. As he did a situp, bracing himself with his hands behind him, the football slid down the side of his body, to the bed and then to the floor, as he projected himself forwards. "This is Dr. Shane Courson. We work together at West Richlan Memorial." As Zach looked at Shane, standing, offering his hand, he recalled his conversation at Barr's & Bridges. This was Mr. Courson's son. The one he promised to his father, to contact. Unknown to Shane, Zach already had inside information about his gay sexuality. Luke, on the other hand, had high hopes. After making their introductions, with a lot of hand shaking, Gary took the helm. "I figured since my schedule seemed to be so bogged down this week, plus your reluctance to make a visit anywhere near the hospital, Luke, that it would be lucrative to bring Dr. Courson out to the house for some sessions. What do you think?" "I'm being all for it," Luke said with no reluctance. Mesmerized by the twenty-five year old's incredibly good looks, Zach replies, "Oh, me too. No problem whatsoever." Gary, seeing the goo-goo eyes his nephew is making, towards Shane, puts his hand on Zach's shoulder and informs him, "Um, Dr. Courson is here for Luke." Waking out of his stupor, Zach smiles, giggling a bit. "Oh yeah. I knew that! Of course he is." "Well, why don't you," Gary says, adressing Luke, "and Dr. Courson come down to my office?" "Can Zach come too?" At first, Gary is flustered for words, but then agrees, saying, "As long as it is alright with Dr. Courson?" Shane, casually dressed in jeans and a buttoned down shirt and light weight sports jacket, weighs his opinion, not having any objections. "Let me grab a tee shirt. I'll meet you guys downstairs," Zach tells them. Getting a tee shirt from the draw, Zach suddenly says to himself, `Oh shit!' His cock is begging for release! % "Say, Maury, what's for dinner tonight?" Conner calls from across the pool. Turning to the soon-to-be new regular around the house, Maury says to his new, thirty-three year old acquaintence, "You'll learn real quick, Ricardo that having two teenaged boys around the house will empty the refrigerator in no time!" "Hmm..." "What?" "From time to time I get some of that teenage `binge-eating' syndrome coming over me, as well." "More like never losing that teenage edge?" "Hey, if it keeps me feeling younger, I'm not going to knock it. What about you?" Shifting his vision, to staring across the pool, he eyes up Jim and Conner, splashing about, horsing around, each trying to keep the other dunked underwater, obviously groping at the other's loins. Resting at poolside, shallow end, Maury's hand begins to do some horsing around, on it's own. "Ooooooooooh!" Ricardo sighs, feeling some underwater sea urchin clutch at his balls. Not paying attention, the two are suddenly confronted with two heads popping up in the water. Jim's and Conner's bodies lay on pool bottom, their elbows propping themselves up. "Really, Maury?" Conner says. Prior to arriving at the shallow end, the two high schoolers had opened their eyes, underwater, at the opportune moment, to catch Maury in the act. "Yeah," Jim comments too, "playing with the beachballs, in front of us guys?" "Nobody said you had to look... ahem! Or is it spying?" "Us? Spy?" Jim tells him. Conner adds, "What you do with your hands, underwater, is your business Maury." Then overriding the rather intense conversational piece, he makes the statement, "I'm starved." "Yeah, what's for dinner?" Jim questions. "Um, how about the leftover pizza?" "Gone. Jim and I finished it for lunch." On second try, Maury asks, "How about the pasta?" "We got hungry after the pizza," Conner tells him. "After the pizza? There had to be half a pie." Making the `timeout' T signal, Jim alludes to, "Not so. We had a midmorning snack. Um, there was only a slice a piece left. "See what I mean?" Maury quietly signals to Ricardo. Sitting there, taking it all in, Ricardo grins, enjoying Maury's remarks, reminiscient of his own teenage-hood. "Tell you what," Ricardo says, "how about I take us all out to eat?" "Cool!" Jim and Connor respond, Jim adding, "D'Jola's?" "I said `eat', not be entertained by a hundred barechested dancing boys!" Maury turns to Ricardo and says, "What have you got against a hundred barechested, dancing twinks?" "Nothing, other than my paycheck doesn't cover amenities such as that." "Oh," Maury said. "I was thinking more along the lines of Birdy's Cafe?" "That's cool," Conner replies. Jim adds, "Birdy's has got a juke box." "Yeah, they do," Maury replies. Along with his hand still in control of Ricardo's nice set of balls, he adds, "I think I can find a tune on that juke box, for us to cut the rug." Conner and Jim look at each other and mouth the question to each other, `cut the rug'? They then shrug it off. "Yeah, well we're getting kind of hungry, so, c'mon Conner, let's go get dried off." "I think they're hinting us," Maury tells Ricardo. "Yeah." As Jim and Connor disappear, Ricardo and Maury upright themselves, sloshing their way to the stairsteps. "Looks like Connor has got himself one hot dominant man." "Oh?" "Yeah. Like, he didn't `ask' Connor, he more like `ordered' him to come along. I like that in a man." "So you've already made it plain... hee hee... don't you worry though. Behind closed doors tonight, you'll get yours!" Ricardo's anatomy tingled at the thought of their hot dom and sub roleplaying, later this evening. & "Late Sunday afternoon, what's open?" Barry and Steve, pondered over the `Gay Guide To Eating Out', as Alonzo and Callan `won' the chore of making sure hands, elbows and anywhere else tag football grime accumulated, got washed off. "I can't believe Marino's pizza is booked!" "Get over it, Mary," Barry remarked to Steve. "I'm over it, okay?" Steve replies. He grabs a quickie kiss from his partner, who leans on the table, just a coupla inches away. "What was that for?" "I dunno. Maybe because I love you?" Barry did better than that, straightening up the frame of his body, reeling Steve in, like a fish caught on a hook. Breaking, Steve smiles, saying, "Mmmm... let's skip dinn-dinn and head for the lair!" "Would be nice," Barry says. Showing the bad timing, his finger points to the yellow page of the gay guide. "Birdy's?" "Sure. Why not." "Um, maybe we should give Mike a call and warn him?" Steve suggests. "You know where the phone is!" Meanwhile, the former three squirts, now enlarged to a circle of four, invades Philip's and Aidan's bungalow, after receiving the go ahead from their `tub inspectors'. "Nice room," Seth tells them, looking up and down, all around. "Thanks!" Aidan answers for both. With towels wrapped around their waists, covering their little bellyholes, the four look around the room. Philip begins to show Diego the model of a dinosaur. "That's real neat. What's it called Ai?" Diego calls Aidan, Philip's nickname, quickly becoming set in stone. "It's a Tyrannosaurus Rex." "Cool," the ten year old tells him, "I'm going to ask my dads to get me a Chyonnosore Rex, too." Aidan didn't bother correcting Diego. He figured to leave it up to the science teacher, when he advanced to the appropriate grade. Stepping into their conversation, Seth puts his arm over Diego's shoulder and asks, "Can I help ya, brother?" Aidan and Philip mock, "Oooooooh!" Diego gesturing with a sweet kiss to Seth's cheek, replies, "Yup." Turning red, Seth says, "I never got kissed by another boy." Speaking up, Philip offers, "Ai and me kiss each other sometimes." "Yeah," Aidan adds, "we're what you call childhood sweethearts." "Hey, maybe we can be that too, Diego. Whatcha think?" "Sure. We can try." So, at the moment, the four excited youths are wallowing in the prospects of long, longterm relationships. That is until the Callan shows up. "Are you boys getting ready?" With his attention thrown to Callan, Seth tells him, "I'm sorry I got ya all wet, daddy-Callan." >From the talk in the jon, during clean up, Seth has learned the inside-outs of addressing the dads. "That's not a problem. Dad-Alonzo," Callan continues, "is negotiating with Philip's dads..." Aidan interrupts, "My dads too!" "Yes, as I was saying, with Philip's and Aidan's dads, for a dry shirt." After knocking at their door, identifying himself, Steve and Barry admitted the twenty-five year old Latino. "I'm not going to say I'm sorry for interrupting!" Steve replies, "Well, it's not like this is the first time you've seen my dick!" Throwing his mind backwards in time, Alonzo allows his mind to wander. "Yeah, I can't believe I gave up my chance to.. well, that's water under the bridge now." "Oh? Showing regrets are we now?" Barry questions. Smiling, Alonzo admits, "I suppose. Yeah, in a way I'm kind of sorry I didn't follow your lead. I think it would have been fun to have a threesome with you two guys." "At least Steve must think so," Barry says. Nodding his head, he jokes about the tent in Steve's tightey-whities. "I think I gotta pee!" "Yeah, sure Steve." Trying to get Steve off the hook, Alonzo asks, "Um, the reason I'm here is..." Steve had carried out his excuse by hightailing it to the jon. Barry stands there, waiting for Alonzo's reason for being there. Waving his hand, prompting the reason, Barry asks, "For?" "Oh, sorry," Alonzo breaks his concentration from taking in Barry's exposed, upper half. "No problem. So?" Alonzo laughs lightly. "Excuse me for saying so, but I'm really sorry that I didn't... no, this is wrong. Um, can Callan borrow a shirt. The kids wet him up during cleanup." The whole time Alonzo addressed Barry, his attention wandered from his stached face, to his hairy chest and stomach, multitudes of the dark fur abounding on his frontal physique. The silence might have lingered, except for the flushing of the toilet. "Hey, you know what guys?" Steve came yelling, as he exited the jon. "What?" "What, Steve?" "Funny thing is... I really had to pee!" He ended with standing there, a smile on his face, as if it was one of life's revelations. "That's nice, Steve. Pick out one of your shirts for Callan." Barry went about his business of getting ready, as Alonzo stood by Steve's closet. He thanked Steve for the blue and gray striped polo shirt, then made his exit. % "I can't believe what he did." "What gets me is... well, did you see the look on Enrique's face when they brought him out?" Max inquired. Chad reports back, "Like he didn't regret it." "Shit! You don't know who you're getting, when you hire somebody these days!" "Thanks Matty." "Hey, I didn't go saying that, meaning you, Max." "I know. Hey, by the way, what did you think of that hunk, Berk Hewsen?" "How did we get on that subject, Max?" "Like I just brought it up?" "I think Max's got a thing for Berk. Whadya think, Chad?" "Like it was tough not to notice?" Chad responded. "Oh come on you guys. I'm not ready to jump in bed with a guy yet. Besides, he's gotta have at least five years on me." "What does age have to do with it?" Matty inquires. "Nothin', but I'm just not ready to pick up the pieces and move on." Reaching next to him, Matty, who's driving the 4x4, places his hand on Max's left thigh, the same time that Chad's hand falls on Max's right thigh. Each gives a pat of reassurance that he's his own man. "That's okay Max. You take your time." Matty adds, "Yeah, sorry we pressured you." "You know we're here for you, right?" Chad assures the twenty-two year old, moving his hand from thigh, to over his shoulders. "I don't know what I'd do without you guys. I owe you more than a gratitude of thanks." "Good," Chad lightens up, "because with Enrique in the pokey we're going to need a chef for our dinner party next weekend!" "You've got it! Anything you want, it's yours." "Anything, huh?" Matty says, evoking an evil demeanor. Chad adds to the charade, saying, "Hmm, how about a threesome tonight?" "Really? Sure! If you want to?" "Chad was kidding," Matty assures him. Yet both Chad and Matty weren't so convinced, when they saw the upbeat manner disappear from Max, when Matty put out the candle. "Hey, look! Aren't those the dads vans over at Birdy's?" Chad's head swinging to the right, acknowledged the sighting. He proceeded, rubbing his hands together, "Hee heee, anybody up for a free meal?" "You're evil!" Matty replied, making a quick transition, changing direction from west to east, down Van Giesen Blvd. % "Chad and Matty looked shocked, wouldn't you say?" "Out of their gourds," Riley replied to Berk. Returning to the WRPD, the two hauled Enrique's ass in, turning him over to the booking officer. With his shirt half unbuttoned, Riley opened the door to the officer's lockerroom, holding it politely for Berk to enter. "Things like that happen," Berk tells him. "There have been some weirder incidents." "Like what?" Opening his locker, Riley Sanchez finishes unbuttoning his navy blue shirt, pulling it out of his pants. With both hands, he stretches it back over his hairy chest, exposing the thick trail painted down his stomach. He notices that Berk is staring. "Looks like I've got a secret admirer, hee hee!" "No. I mean... well," Berk gets all flustered, "Um, you have a nice build, Riley. I imagine you spend a lot of time in the gym." "A fair amount." "Yes, well, I better get going." "Got a hot date?" "No. Just going home." As Berk swipes his keycard, opening his locker, another familiar face arrives. Yet, Detective Wayne Miller, right out, doesn't see Berk standing at his locker, across from Riley. "Hey, bitch!" "Who you calling bitch, bitch?" Riley replies. After Miller plants a smoochy kiss on Riley's lips, he turns around. "Oh, didn't see you there Berk. How's it going?" "Okay, I guess." His actual thought was, if Wayne had earlier treated him like the most important guy in his life, then why was he all over Riley? "That's cool. I'll accept that. By the way, what are you doing, Berk?" "Now?" "Ah, yeah." "I'm getting ready to go home." "Oh. Thought maybe we might grab a bite to eat?" "No. I'm tired." Riley stood there, stripping down, heaving his towel over his shoulder, grabbing his square, plastic box of soap, taking in the whole conversation. "Well, okay, but sometime you and I have to get together." Turning, Miller comes almost body to body with Riley. "Hey, how `bout you?" "Me?" Riley questions. "Yeah, feel like some action tonight?" Riley immediately did have some sense for `action', though he wasn't sure if Wayne Miller ever involved himself in the leather scene. Down inside, he thought maybe Miller would enjoy some `hot action' tonight. "Sure," Riley readily took up the invitation, throwing in some of his own hospitality, "how about we go back to my place?" "Yeah, would be nice. Thanks!" He was going to hit the shower, but thought how erotic it would be, instead, having the detective lick off his sweaty body. He tossed the soap back in his locker. "Oh, don't let me stop you from taking your shower, Riley." "Not a problem. I can grab one at home." Of course, Wayne Miller, having been sex-starved since his one night stand last night, a college jock from WR Community College, could think of nothing better than getting Riley in bed, for a nice laid back evening, getting laid! Berk dismantled his uniform, as his partner and the dectective strolled out of the precinct lockerroom. The whole time it took him to peel down to nothing, head for the shower, head back wet and get into his civilian clothing, he thought of Wayne Miller. Of course, it wasn't in the loving sense, the twenty-nine year old had first presented the image as evoking. More of the opposite. For a moment there, Berk thought he was head-over-heels into his first affair with a gay man. Now Miller's precepts of that act of friendship, had diminished to nil. The officer, of Turkish descent, climbed into his infreno red Grand Cherokee and headed off towards home. He felt mighty low, as he made his way onto Van Geisen Blvd. Getting stopped in his tracks by a red light, he thought he recognised Matty's 4x4, parked in the lot of Birdy's Cafe. He dared himself to go around the block, to make entrance to the lot, which he passed. He followed his intuition, knowing he had that block long travel to make a change of plans. Rounding the last corner, he thought to himself, `Should I or shouldn't I? Should I or shouldn't I? Should I or shouldn't I?' Berk turned the wheel of his Jeep and proceeded to take up a parking space. As he opened the door, setting one foot on the parking lot pavement, he again questioned, `Should I or shouldn't I? Should I or shouldn't I? Should I or shouldn't I?' Both feet exited the vehicle and moved towards the door of Birdy's Cafe. % 17 Continued.... Copyright 2006 T. Chase McPhee This story may not be sold or made part of any collection without prior written permission.