Date: Mon, 4 Sep 2006 13:33:19 -0700 (PDT)
From: T. Chase McPhee <survivalgame@yahoo.com>
Subject: Nature Country 23

The story below is a work of fiction, set in the
format of reality. Any resemblances to real people,
alive or in the hereafter, is entirely coincidental in
nature. It is not meant to accurately reflect upon
persons, in towns, cities, nor governmental areas,
which the story is stages. If a sexual scene involving
male-to-male relationships offences 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.

"Nature Country" 23
wriTten by T. Chase McPhee

%
"Albeeeeeeeeerrrrrrrrtoooooooooooo!"

"What?" He called out over the kitchen island.

"We got company!"

>From `half-a-mile' away, she could smell'em coming.
Sure enough, within seconds, Philip, Aidan, Diego and
Seth appeared at the back door. More recently, their
dads have told them it's more polite to knock before
entering. Unbeknownst to the squirts, Bernice has
instigated the prank of hiding out, within the little
foyer, ignoring the tapping on the screen, for the
pure purpose of eavesdropping on their conversation.
She wasn't disappointed.

"Try the door, why doncha?" Seth asked.

"My dad said it's not proper for us to go in, without
knocking, no more," Aidan replied.

"That's right," Philip cared to explain, "our dads
said they aren't the only ones that run around the
house with no clothes on!"

Seth looked at Diego.

"What?"

"I ain't seen our dads do that."

Diego, sensing the question, shrugs his shoulders,
saying, "Only time I see our dads is when they are
naked halfway up, coming out of the shower. Wait!"

The eleven year old then ponders.

Waving his finger in the air, he reports to the quad,
"Wait a minute. There is a time when..."

"Yeah, I remember it too!"

Out of Philip's mouth comes the remembrance.

"It was at our house, when we came in from playing
football. Remember guys?"

Aidan then picks up on it.

"Yeah, I do! When our dads went to get dinner ready.
Dads Callan and Alonzo made us take a bath. Remember
guys?"

"Yeah, I sure do!" Seth picks up on the conversation.
I accidentally pulled the door open when you," he
refers to Aidan, "accidentally fired the water out of
the tub."

Then the whole backsteps erupted in laughter, the four
recalling Aidan, playing around in the tub, shooting
the showerhead spray of water at them, Seth opening
the door and Callan getting the bulk of the jet, smack
dab in the midsection.

"Dad-Callan sure was pissed!" Seth said of the
incident.

Diego recalled, "But my daddy then made him laugh."

"Dads make dads do that," Aidan remarked.

"Yeah," Philip agreed. "Like the time my brother, Chad
came over to play football. Remember Aidan?"

"Y'mean the time when your dad accidently got hit in
the balls?"

"Your dad got his in the balls?" Seth asks. "Did it
hurt?"

"No dah," Aidan replies. "Don't ya know what it feels
like?"

Seth says, "Nope, but Luke done got hit in the balls.
I seen'em do it to him!"

"Like what?" Aidan asked.

"Two cops. When we was travelin'. One o'them hold Luke
with his hands behind his back'n'the other...."

This started to branch out, further and further from
the original subject. At first, Bernice and Alberto
gagged from the laughter of the boys' rap session, but
now the matter turned to something beyond their
interpetation of innocent boyhood chatter.

"Helloooooo who wants Zebra Cake?"

The bunch of `we do's', broke up the altered
conversation. Just in the nick of time!

%

"Hmm, nice place."

"Whenever it's Uncle Sy's treat, I come here.
Otherwise, it's Birdy's Cafe."

"I intend on paying my own share, Justin."

"Forget it Chris. You want my opinion of what Uncle Sy
would think about that?"

Christian thought about it, while the host showed them
to their seat, a round table, to the far right of the
stage.

"You come here often?"

A crease of white teeth show across Justin's face.

"I was here once before. Chad brought me here. He said
it was time I saw what the inside of a gay nightclub
looked like."

"Doesn't seem to be too busy."

"It's early. The Hungry Wolf doesn't get rocking til
around nine."

"Nine?" Christian looks at his watch. "It's only
six-thirty."

"Yeah. What Chad says you do, is order every course
and then eat slow."

"Um, then that fifty isn't going to go far."

Sure enough, looking down the menu, the appetizer,
antipasto, the cheapest thing on the menu, started at
ten bucks.

"Hmm," Justin analyzed the situation. "How much money
you have on you, Chris?"

The two laughed, placing their order, starting with
the antipasto and soup.

%

"Last call."

Matty sat there at the table, as Chad pressed the
buttons on the remote phone.

"Hello?"

After hearing the pickup, Chad spoke into the phone,
but then alluded to, "Answering machine."

"Not bad. We got all the guys on the list, except your
friend Justin."

"He didn't get home yet, I guess."

Chad broke off his conversation, to leave a message,
then hung up.

"So, Juan took it pretty good, did he?"

"Yeah, but hee... heee... he says when he mentions it
to Miguel later, he'll act like a big baby!"

"Did you tell him it was only temporary? That we still
intend on having a get together?"

Sitting down, in the hardwood chair, next to his
lover, Chad takes his hand, saying, "Yeah, but now
that we're finished with the calls and didn't have any
problems, how about we have our own little get
together?"

"Can we eat first?"

Being on different wavelengths, Matty feeling the
growling in his stomach, Chad on the other hand,
feeling the building pangs, in his crotch. One got up,
heading for the kitchen, while Chad headed for the
stairs.

"I guess I'll have to `handle it'."

Before Chad knew what was happening, Matty was on the
stairs right behind him.

"Oh no you don't. You're not wasting that protein on
some wad of tissues!"

Teasing him, Chad replied, "Oh no. I wouldn't think of
such a thing. Nope, would have left your precious milk
treat on your pillow!"

"Don't stop... you're making me horny."

"Making you horny? What got you out of the kitchen,
forgetting about your hungry belly?"

Matty thought Chad had a point there. In fact, when he
got home, an hour ago, openint the fridge, his mind
drew a blank, in regards to real food. Right away, all
he could picture was a nice hot sausage.After entering
their room, while Chad went for the buttons on his
shirt, Matty's hands began unbuckling the twenty year
old's belt. As the two helped dismantle Chad, he lean
forward, lifting Matty's chin, placing his lips on his
lover's soft ones, pressing in.

"Man am I fuckin' horny!"

Matty could see that. He wondered how Chad got that
way. Suddenly though, he lost some of the luster,
thinking about the incident in the men's room today,
at the store. Along with that high feeling, he
suddenly hit rock bottom, his hands becoming stagnant.

"What's the matter?" Chad asked, standing there
barechested, waiting for his pants to drop.

"Nothing."

Pulling Matty's hands away from his beltline, Chad
proceeded to zip them back up.

"Wait! Whadya doing?"

"Nothing, for the moment, until you tell me what's
happening?"

Matty knew that Chad knew something bugged him,
knowing that until Chad knew what bugged him, he
wouldn't be getting any sausage tonight!

"Shit!" Matty said out loud.

"Can't be that bad. Is this about Jack Warner? Are you
worried about getting his replacement?"

Walking up behind Matty, Chad tried soothing him,
placing his hand on his shoulders, giving him a light
massage.

"If you're upset with yourself about letting him go,
paying for the rest of the day, I'm not angry with
that. I think you made a good call, Matty."

Along with the vote of confidence, Chad nuzzled his
nose up, behind Matty's ear.

"No, it's not that." Then, breathing in a large volume
of air, Matty turned, expelling it, saying, "Chad,
Christian and I jerked each other off in the men's
room today."

"Is that all?"

"Is that all? What do you mean? After your big speech
to me about you not being enough for me and I go right
out and have a sexual thing with a guy?"

"A mutual jerkoff, Matty? It's not like you fucked the
guy."

"No, but..."

With Matty in front of him, facing him, confessing his
guts out to him, this time Chad could only look upon
his mate as being `cute', but caring enough to listen.
Replacing his hands on Matty's shoulders, the closer
he became, the more his arms reached forwards, sliding
over his back. Soon their lips hovered in kissing
distance. Chad shut him up, with soft kisses.

"Wait!" Matty broke off. "Don't you care?"

"The only thing I care about is...."

Taking Matty's right hand in his, he pulled his own
pants away from his body and jammed Matty's hand down
his pants. Matty sank to his knees, fidgeting like
crazy to get his mates pants open. Folding the flaps
back, he let Chad worry about his pants sinking off
his hips. With his lowrise briefs anchored under his
balls, Matty went right to work, lifting Chad's
semi-hard 8.5c and taking one of his balls in his
mouth.

"Oooooooooooh hell yeah!" Chad cried out, dropping his
head back, squinting his eyes and sighing.

Always testing himself, Matty's hand tried pressing
both balls in his mouth, but like usual, only one at a
time got a bath, as he swished his tongue around the
large orb. After wetting one down, he popped it out
and got busy on the other orb. A prelude to their
lovemaking in bed, at times, Matty knew when Chad had
enough of having his nuts sucked. A gentle pull,
caused Matty to cough his wetdown orb out. At this
point, as it went, Chad would strip the rest of the
way down, affording Matty the time to hustle,
stripping his own clothing. Sometimes Chad would
finish first, crash into the bed sheets, lie there,
with his hands behind his head, flaunting his lightly
haired, blond pits. He'd watch, as Matty finished his
striptease. This evening, he had an insatiable desire
for a hot blow job.

"Oh man would you fuckin' hurry up?"

The words drove Matty on, wanting to get his mouth
open and more than his smooth balls in his mouth.

"Wait!"

"What?"

"I want that bod."

"I want your cock."

As has happened in the course of time, sometimes, in
the middle of being in heat, Chad would suddenly
`want' Matty's hot, hairy bod. This would entail Matty
having to have his mouth water for Chad's hot
endowment, while Chad ran his hand through Matty's
dark, furry chest, taking tastes of his hot man-nips.
Tonight, Matty had a trick up his sleeveless shirt.
Like usual, during Chad's request, he sat on his
stomach, letting Chad paw up his chest fur, wet his
finger and run it down his tummy trail. Suddenly,
Matty reaches behind himself, grabs Chad's hot poker,
leans back and impales himself.

"Oh shiiiiiiiiiiiiit!"

Suddenly, Chad is sent into a fuck frenzy. He wasn't
expecting it, but now that Matty sits on his
drill-bit, Chad starts his jackhammer up.

%

"So, what did you find out?"

As the young Turkish man entered the back door of
Clark-Barr home, Max was spiffing up the kitchen
counters. Stopping his labor, he tossed the sponge in
the sink, wiping his hands on a towel.

"Riley Sanchez is such a good, good man."

Max smiled. He knew for himself that Riley could be a
gentle pussycat, but for the moment his interest lay
in why his presence had been requested down at WRPD.

"Tell me. What happened, Berk."

Ushering his boyfriend in, Max helped dismantle his
outergear, taking his jacket.

"I don't know where to start."

"Wait! Are those... tears?"

Sure enough, the twenty-six year cop's eyes acted as
peeling onions. Caught up in the melancholy of the
moment, Max threw the jacket over his own shoulder,
hugging tightly, chest to chest. After a moment of
blubbering, on Berk's part, Max stretched his arm over
to the cabinet, selecting a napkin from the holder.

"Here."

"Thank you," Berk replied.

After soaking up the tears and tidying up his runny
nose, Max tells him, "C'mon. You can tell me all about
it in the other room."

Both headed, arm in arm, to the room off the kitchen,
formerly the garage, converted into a bedroom and
bath. Entering the room, closing the door, Max didn't
allow Berk to traverse the floor too far. Coming up
from behind, he worked his arms in, under Berk's
forearms. Finding a button, midway down his shirt, he
undid it. Working upwards, then downwards, Max
loosened the shirt from top to bottom, stripping it
backwards, then over Berk's shoulders. Most of this
deed he did without breaking his hold on his lover.
Not adhering to his regiment of the norm, `Mr. Clean',
as the squirts called him, he tossed the shirt on the
armchair. Not wasting any time, he rubbed his hands up
and down Berk's bear chest and stomach.

"Ooooooh that feel so, soooo good!"

Max sensed the same. He loved a man with much body
fur, showing it, by massaging the cub's pecs,
occasionally tweaking each nip, of course to offer
much delight.

"Ooooooh that feel nice."

What felt even nicer is where Max's prelude led to,
his right hand dimantling the belt buckle, his left
dove underneath the beltline.

"Ooooooooooooooh!" Berk cried out with new emotional
strains, as he felt a hand around his cock.

"So, what happened?"

"Huh?" Berk questioned, turning his head, looking at
Max.

"Down at police headquarters? With Riley?"

He wanted very much to fill Max in, but what lousy
timing, after his hands already tantalized him into a
hardon!

"Well..."

On his own volition, even though his body felt mighty
good, Berk broke off Max's hold. Mutually it worked
out fine, as each began to strip down to nothing.
Finishing first, Berk approached their queensized bed
and pulled down the top layer, climbing in. Seeing
this, Max hurriedly took his remaining briefs off,
tossed them anywhere and hustled into the bed, next to
his teddy bear. As he got to play with the hairy mass
of chest fur, Berk told his story.

"Riley tell me I not worry anymore. To place I send
money?"

Max acknowledged him saying it, "Yeah?"

"I do not send anymore."

"That's great."

Berk paused, watching Max place a wad of spit on his
finger, then turn it over onto his pec, where fur
surrounded his nip.

"That feel so nice. I am so lucky."

"Me too. So what else did he say?"

"Riley say very soon he bring my family here."

"To West Richlan?"

"No, but to the this country. Is that good news?"

"Sure is. But where will they stay."

"Riley say he have cousin in real estate, in New York.
He find place for them. Am I lucky?"

"I would say so, but one thing bothers me."

"Oh? How that go?"

"What's in all this for him?"

"For one thing, when I ask him what happen to man that
take my money, he say something like his cousin in
Spain will be glad to have Turkish slave."

It didn't take a rocket scientist to figure that one
out.

"I suppose `that' proves the rumors are correct."

"What rumor?"

"People have heard Riley has had connections with an
underground slave ring."

"You think this true?"

"Sounds like it. Suddenly you're off the hook and
Riley's contacts are whisking this character off to
Spain, with reference to slavery? I'd say it points to
pure fact."

Berk agreed, then turned to Max, asking something
irrelevant to their ensuing conversation.

"Um, can you do that to other side?"

With a big grin on his face, Max relayed, "I'll do
better than that!"

Getting up, his half hard cock moved with him,
flopping down onto Berk's balls, as he straddled the
Turk, his head falling forwards over his chest. With
tongue extended he hit the bullseye, his tongue making
a depression right over the dark pink spot on the
right side of Berk's hairy chest. He did a quarter
sit-up, with the wet sensation. Lying back, his
stomach pressed up to meet Max's, as he arched his
back.

"That feel so, sooooo nice."

Max went to town, licking over the embedded nip,
teasing it with his teeth, pulling at it, then once
again using his tongue to probe through the dense
hair. Almost the whole time, he looked at Berk's face,
the contortions that looked like he was in pain, but
as Max knew, drove him wild with pleasure. At the same
time, he reached between their crotches, to find Berk
sporting a hard shaft, his 9.5c fully erect. Between
his thumb and finger, he rubbed the pasty liquid he
found at the tip.

He didn't have to badger Berk with questions like,
`you ready?' Instead Max inquired, "How do you want
me?"

"I no care. I am so horny I shoot my load now."

"Oh no you don't. Not until you ram it deep inside my
gut!"

When Max wanted to, he could get his point across
swiftly. Not waiting for Berk to make up his mind, he
crashed into the bed pillow, flopped the back of his
head down, lay on his back and hauled up his legs, his
hands connecting under his thighs.

"I need this so bad," Berk told him, rising up from
his comfy position.

With sturdiness, he latched onto Max's legs and put
them on his shoulders. His cock, like a point of a
compass headed right for it's port.

"Lube?" Berk questioned.

Max responded, "Natural!"

Smiling, Berk took his shaft in his hand, running his
fingers up and down a few times. In no time, he had
all the lube he needed.

"You shave again for me?"

"When I came home."

He didn't mention meeting Riley on the road, neither
the hardon he got, nor the solo session, jerking off
so that his hardon would go down. Yet now, his own
balls churcned, as he anticipated the duet. Max surely
sensed the absence of Berk's worries, as his cock
entered him. Like a rodeo, he held onto the wrought
iron, metal bars, at the head of the bed, as Berk
ravaged his ass chambers. Both grunted in pleasure and
sweet pain. Almost as Berk readied to come, he stuck
his hand betweens legs, finding Max's hard shaft.
Almost instantaneouly, the two sang out, as their
cocks evacuated their loads.

%

"There's that sound again."

Aidan listened.

"Yup. Look, even Scruffy heard it!"

Lying on their beds, Philip and Aidan finished up
their homework.

"How's it going guys?"

"Okay Dad=Barry," Aidan responds.

Steve asks, "When's the last time Scruffy was out?"

Looking a bit guilty, Philip replies, "Um, after
supper?"

"My turn," Steve replied.

Barry acknowledged, staying to chat with the boys.
After a half hour, both boys lay in the dark chatting,
Scruffy on the floor, between the twin beds, sawing
wood.

"Boys asleep?"

"You know them. They have their boy-talk first, then
knock off."

"Yeah," Steve admitted knowing the facts, as he
stripped down.

"Oh, by the way," Barry sheepishly asks Steve, "the
boys wondered what that howling sound is, that came
from the kitchen?"

"Max and Berk sharing their pent up emotions again?"

Barry nodded, saying, "Must be," shrugging his
shoulders.

"Y'know?" Steve questioned, crawling up the bed,
knocking a magazine out of Barry's hand, "I got some
pent up emotions of my own to unload?"

With a grin on Steve's face, Barry knew all to well
what kind.

Reaching down between Steve's legs, Barry says, "Oh
my! You are tense!"

%

"Arrrrrrrghhhhhhhhhhhh!"

Like a big ole grizzly bear, Maury Passat yawned out
loud, voicing his opinion of the day he's had.

"Fratboys tire you out?"

"Those and `our' two frat boys!"

"Not yet," his Latino lover comments.

"Yeah, just think... next year, our boys will be
heading off to college."

Maury lay back in the pillow, flaunting his hairy
armpits.

"You make it sound like they are going to be a million
miles away, hon."

He loved it when Ricardo babied him this way, with the
affectionate namesake. Leaning over, he cupped the
Latino behind the head and brought his lips in for a
killing.

"What was that for?"

"Nothin' special. Only that I love you."

"Nothing special, is it?" Ricardo conveyed, in short
words.

It only provoked Maury onwards, turning his beefy,
bear body over, scooping Ricardo up in his grasps.

"Hmm!" Ricardo smiled, fluttering his eyebrows.

%

Down the hallway, detouring to the right, Jim Faulkner
and Connor Matthews had beat Ricardo and Maury to the
threshholds of the bed scene, climaxed and then
settled down next to each other, catching up on their
breathing.

"I have to admit, Jim..."

"What?"

"That was the best yet."

"Get outta here. Everytime I fuck you, we lay here and
you tell me the same ole thing."

Sitting up, one elbow planted in the mattress, Connor
looks over Jim's sweaty, teen chest. Yeah, but what's
different is..."

Suddenly he was lost for words. Rightfully, every time
Jim's seven inches pressed through Connor's love
muscle, it felt so damn awesome.

"Yeah? What?"

Leaning into Jim's frontal nudity, he zeroes in on his
stomach.

"What?" Jim quizzes his teen lover, looking where he
is looking, his chin touching his sweaty chest.

"I thought so."

"What?" Jim asks again, doing more of a sit-up.

"You're getting a more defined trail."

"Yeah?" Jim sputtered back, with excitement.

Before Connor could say anything further, Jim had
jumped out of bed, his deflated cock and balls,
swinging around, as he ran for the jon.

Connor chuckled, when he heard, "Hell yeah!"

Laying back in bed, he waited for Jim to cool his
jets.

"That is so, soooo awesome," Jim said, returning.
"Hey, whatsamatter?"

Playing hard to get, Connor replies, "I think you like
the belly trail more than me!"

"That's stoopid!" Jim said, climbing back into bed.

With his softened jewels, dangling precariously over
Connor's he leaned over, bracing his hands against the
bed. Flaunting his blond pits, Connor lay there,
grinning.

"What now?"

"Nothing."

"What's it now? I've got a beard coming in?"

"No, but I bet you would look cute with a stache."

Sitting upright, back straight up, on his knees, Jim
rubbed his day old `beard'.

"Y'know, I bet.... oh shit!"

Suddenly Jim jumps off the bed.

"What's up?"

Racing to the computer, he informs his teen mate, "I
forgot about my homework for shop. I gotta design a
piece of furniture."

"For shop?"

"Yeah, something I forgot to tell you."

Firing up the PC, Jim sits down on the swivel chair.

"Keeping secrets from me?"

"Um, it's stoopid."

"Oh."

Turning all the way around, Jim faced Connor standing
there, his pubes almost in his face. As he talked with
Connor, he fondled his meat.

"Um, y'see, I kind of shot off my mouth today."

"I can picture it."

"It's not like before... well I `did' get myself into
trouble."

"Oh? And what is it this time, playboy?"

Watching himself play with his bf's balls, rolling
them back and forth in one hand, he states, "I kind of
told Mr. Bowright that the class was boring."

Only then, did Jim stop shuffling Connor's balls,
looking up at him.

"So, what's the penalty this time?"

"He said I have to design a piece of functional
furniture."

"What does he mean by `functional'?"

"I'm not sure. I think it's gotta do something."

"Like what?"

Getting tired of standing there, Connor resorted the
usual, when they talked out things. He sat on Jim's
lap. And, likewise, Jim's arms folded around Connor's
bod.

"I'm not sure. Like it's gotta have a purpose, like a
foldaway bed, I imagine."

"Like a toaster."

"That's `not' a piece of furniture. Would you sit on a
hot toaster?"

"I don't do kinky stuff like Maury."

"That's it!"

"What's it?"

"Maury. Hee... heee... man have I got an idea.
Remember he was telling us about the knights of old?"

"Yeah. When he told us about the chapter his college
class was working on. So, what has that got to do with
this?"

"Do you remember what furniture he talked about?"

"He lectured us on the dungeon."

"Right. So, that's where I'm taking my idea from."

"The dungeon? You call that functional furniture?"

"Sure. Unique, huh?"

"You know Jim?"

"What?"

"I think Maury's sick lifestyle is starting to rub off
on you?"

"Nah. I only need an idea for a project and that's
it."

"Yeah sure."

"I swear."

"I don't like the sound of all this, Jim," Connor
said, looking over his shoulder.

Jim sank into deep thought.

"Well, gotta get busy on this while it's still on my
mind."

"I can't see, to what good, the insides of a dungeon
can help your furniture project."

"You'll see."

"I hope it doesn't get us into any trouble!"

"Us? It's my project."

"Yeah, but whatever you do is reflected on me.
Everybody knows we're more than friends."

Smiling, Jim quickly swung his head around and grabbed
a kiss from Connor's lips.

"Alright," Connor said, more or less saying he stood
by his teen lover, no matter what, through thick and
thin.

Connor watched for awhile, as Jim toyed with some
ideas. He couldn't, for the life of himself, decipher
what Jim drew. So, he headed off for bed.

"If you're still up, when I wake up, make some
coffee!"

Jim probably didn't hear a word he said.

%

2B continued...

Copyright 2006 T. Chase McPhee
This story may not be sold, nor made part of any
collection without prior written permission, by the
author.

The more you stretch, the more you can fit in... 'spread' happiness!
TCMcP.....