Date: Thu, 16 Nov 2006 14:36:25 -0800 (PST) From: T. Chase McPhee Subject: NATURE COUNTRY 31 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, countries, nor governmental areas, 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. Remember guys, this is fiction. In real life, use protection. % NATURE COUNTRY 31 wriTten by T. Chase McPhee % "So, what was all the excitement last night?" It was tough keeping their mind on details, Chad and Matty sitting there at the breakfast table, as Marco served them each up a cup of coffee. "First, I'd like to thank you for making this breakfast for us." "Oh, it was nothing. I'm used to making up twice this much food for my brothers and father." "What about your Aunt Cordelia?" "Aunt Cecilia?" Matty gives a quickie apology for messing up. "I thought she attended to your family after your mother passed on?" The seventeen year old didn't let their interrogation throw him a downer. "She wasn't always pampering us. In fact, as she got on in the years, we saw less and less of her." When Marco poured Chad's coffee, he wished he could see more. Though it was very satisfying, to say the least, looking upon the seventeen year old, in his one-size-too-large boxer shorts, sagging, the faint wisps of pubic hair, the first stages of a hot, dark-haired treasure trail aiming for his navel, right in front of him. On Matty's side of the table, the opinion wasn't much different, looking up when Marco scratched his head, taking on the dark pit hair, a little on the scant side. Other than that, their gazes turned up tight, smooth pecs, with small, dime-sized nips. "These eggs are great," Matty complimented. "I've never had.. what's this called again?" "Polenta. One of Aunt Cecilia's tricks. Filling and cheap!" Marco replied. "Oooooh maaaaaan!" Chad stretched, his robe parting over his chest, "I could get soooo used to this!" "Me too," Matty replied. "I'm half-starved with your cooking," pertaining to Chad's meal prep. "What's wrong with my cooking?" Acting adamant, they both knew Chad joked and showed it by laughing their asses off. "I maybe could stay for awhile, to help you out?" "What about your family?" "Oh, they will be okay. My other brothers know how to cook." Chad and Matty mulled over the idea, silently to each other. Marco had high hopes. He even added more enticing ideas, to enhance their consideration. "I have three more weeks of school, then I graduate. I could be your cook for the summer. I will keep everything clean. The vacuum cleaner is my best buddy!" The two lovers giggled. But, Marco wasn't done with his sales pitch. "I wash cars, do laundry, gardening, mow lawn. I even plant garden. We eat out of it all summer. What do you say?" "I'm sold!" Chad chimed out. Matty had no problem with it. "I only have two things I want to say." "After all that," Matty asks, "what other benefits do we get?" "Not a benefit. Now for me. I tell my father I am gay. When I do, he will kick me out. I will need a place to stay. I can earn my keep?" Chad and Matty smelled a `rat', but a friendly rat! The two, coy to the buildup, still felt the deal enticing. "Okay," Chad, more the alpha male of the partnership, stated, "but we don't expect you do accomplish all of those duties, plus pull your weight at the market full time." "I can. I will. You'll see." Before they even said `yes', it seems Marco had cinched the deal! % "What was it like running away, Mark?" Philip and Aidan set about with their interrogation, soon to be interrupted. "Hi guys!" Without invitation, the screen door swinging shut, with a bang, Diego led Seth into the dining room. "Just in time for breakfast!" one of the older boys, Tom says to the two, meant to accuse. "Whatcha got? Ummmm," Seth, upon seeing the plate full of sausage links, asks, licking his lips, rubbing his stomach, eyes as wide as saucers. "Two more plates coming right up!" Max says, as he retreats to the kitchen. "So, I heared you run away last night," Seth addresses Mark. "I'm not talking about it." "Betcha it were nothin' like me when I did it," Seth replied, with enthusiasm. "I wasn't gone long enough to eat out of the garbage can!" Mark tells him. "Don't make fun of him," Aidan steps in, to defend, "Seth did what he had to do to keep from starving." None of them made further comment and the discussion of running away dissapated. "So, watcha doing after church today?" "Our dads," Philip presents, "have to stop at the lumber store." "Hey, maybe we can go too?" Diego asks. "What for? You're not building anything," Aidan says. "Maybe we can get our dads to build something!" Eric states, "You don't build something for nothing, stoopid!" "I'm not stupid," Diego tells them, stabbing a piece of sausage. "Yeah," Philip adds in, "and Seth is smarter than all of ya's put together!" "He doesn't even talk right," Tom says, coming to Eric's defense. "Doesn't mean a guy is an idiot," Aidan tells them. Seth has learned by now, with kids in school already telling him he talks like a hillbilly, that it's people, making comments like this are really stupid themselves! "Oh yeah? How much is 5, 787, divided by 45?" After a few seconds, Seth drawing in the air, replies, "128 point 6." "Is he right, Eric?" Aidan asks. "I dunno. I'd have to figure it out on a calculator." "Proves Seth is lots smarter than you!" Philip replies. Seth sticks his tongue out at Eric. Eric returns the gesture. "I've got one. What is the capital of Hawaii?" "Honeylulu." The older boys all laugh out loud. Simmering with the after effects, Denis replies, "Not `honey', like smooching with your guy, `honna'lulu!" His reference causes a load of smooching sounds, turning to each other, with the mimic of kissing. When Denis turns to Mark, it's doesn't have the desired effect. Mark takes off and runs from the table. "Oh shit!" Denis comments, throwing his fork down onto his plate. "Ooooooooh," Diego criticises, "you cursed!" Getting up, Denis replies, angry, "You want to hear cursing? Fuck - shit - double fuck!" "Whoooa whooooa! What's going on here?" Max comes out of the kitchen. Tom reports, "Mark got mad and ran away..." "Ran away?" Max replies, upset. "Chill, Max. To his room?" "Oh, that's better." "Not really. Denis then had a tissy-fit, said shit and fuck, then ran too." "Where?" "Same place," Eric helped out. "Yeah," Aidan adds, "we heard their bedroom door slam two times." "Our dads told Denis and Mark they can't run away from problems. They gotta be faced with them." Max got the gist of Philip's wise adage. "Yeah, okay. Listen, you all finish eating, then clean up." "That's `your' job!" Eric badgers Max. "Oh yeah, well it's your job today, if you don't want me telling your dads about this discussion when they get home from church?" "That's bribery!" "Yeah, so?" They didn't like it, but Max knew he'd gotten away with it. As for the squirts, they didn't mind dish duty, with Max getting even with the older guys. With a knock on their bungalow door, Max poked his head in, "Everything cool in here?" Denis and Mark sat on the edge of the bed. He picked up on some signs of the `cool' atmosphere, wrinkled shirts and messed up hair. "We're okay," Mark replied. "Okay. Just checking. Bye!" After closing the bedroom door, Max could only speculate on what activity occured within. % "Ugh! What tha?" An ugly awaking, Michael's arm slapped Kevin right over the bridge of the nose, lying on his face. As if picking up seaweed, he displaced it. Another shock grabbed him. He lay in bed with Michael Byrd. Shock number three, he looked down his beefy body, over the close cropping of chest hair, his eyes following the tight belly trail. His hand, over his pubes revealed the rest. "I'm naked!" Picking up his hand, he looked at it. Dried cum flaked off. He looked to Michael, sleeping. Sitting up, his eyes shot down to his pubic region. As with the light snore, his bed-partner's cock lay sleeping on the bed of rather endowed orbs. Like his pubes, he saw the same flaky crusts. Sketchy visions danced in his head. "I... I did suck his cock....lick his balls...." Sticking his finger in mouth, he found a few strands of hair. "Ewe! I wonder if they are from his..." Kevin looked down once more upon Michael's pubes, then travels up, to the hair swirling around his navel, the rather wide trail, covering most of his stomach, then the patch, mid-chest, the little wisps around the thirty-one year old's nips. Stirring, he turned over, revealing a rather hairy asscrack. "Oh Gaud... I hope not!" Thinking about it, his tongue on that hairy ass crevice, repulsed him. As quickly as Michael turned, he fell back, his eyes flickering open. He smiled. "Good morning," Kevin stated, pure and simple. "Good.... oooooooh my head!" As if squeezing his head together would solve the hangover, Michael's hands reported automatically to each side. "Um, we had sex last night." "Yeah. Probably the only good thing I remember." "I think I sucked your cock." "I know for sure I sucked yours!" Michael giggled when Kevin looked down, felt up the crusty, dried slime. "I don't even remember." "Oh, believe me. You left your mark." Kevin wasn't getting it, showing it on his face. "Oh man, how could you forget that hot fuck you gave me last night." "Me? Fuck you, Michael?" "Yeah, as recall, I was saying something about you claiming my ass, you picked up on it and never stopped as you kept jabbing me with your shaft." "Claiming? Your ass?" "Shit!" "What?" "Don't tell me it was your first fuck?" "More than that. More like my first `everything'." "Cool!" Michael said, as if a teen. "You act as if you're an old ham at it." "Been there done that. Yeah, have fucked, been fucked, sucked cock, balls, rimmed ass. Even did some guys feet once." Kevin wrinkled up his nose. "I catch your drift. Wasn't a sexual turn on for me, either. Ooooh boy. Feel like my head is a hundred pound weight." "Wait! What's that?" Kevin asks, his palm three inches above Michael's chest. Alert, both listened again. "Oh that. Christian and his sidekick probably getting started on the morning breakfast. Not many will show at first, but when church lets out, all hell breaks loose, pardon the pun. I better get up and..........ooooooh my poor head!" Lying back down, Kevin puts his hands behind his head, flaunting his hairy pits. He ponders. "Something the matter?" "No. I'm just trying to remember the course of events from last night. Like how I got naked." "Oh, sorry." "About what?" Michael picks up Kevin's shirt from off the floor. "Oh shit! What happened to my lucky shirt I got at the rodeo?" "I'd say it's luck ran out! Hee hee.. I was in such a heat to get your shirt off, to get at that...." As with last night, Michael scans the twenty-eight year old's bod. "I'm listening." Instead of verbally replying, Michael leans over, licking over his left nip. "Ooooh...don't do that!" Kevin feels up his own nip. "Man, it's sore." "Yeah and last night you were loving me teasing both of them with my teeth..." He feels up both his nips, wincing. "You begged me to get rougher with them." "No way. Me? I hate pain." "Yeah, well you could've fooled me last night. When I sucked on each of your balls, I pulled away from your body. Know what your reaction was?" "I screamed?" "Actually you moaned with utter pleasure, but I was talking about your cock leaking." "My cock leaking?" "Yeah. I had to clean it with my tongue consistently. Man, you were sure having a hot time with me licking and sucking your cock and balls, licking, sucking and biting your nips and forget it when I rimmed your ass!" Eyes white as saucers, Kevin did an inverted pushup, arching his back, his hand moving under his ass. "You didn't..." "Fuck you? Nah, but I totally enjoyed yours up mine!" His arm over his face, eyes squinted shut, it almost seemed like Kevin had the hangover, not Michael. "You can't tell me you didn't enjoy it?" "I was drunk!" Michael put his hand on Kevin's pubes, scraping at the remnants. He peeked out, lifting his arm. "And I suppose we both masturbated?" "The second time, yes and oh man did you taste good!" "This is all so overwhelming." Then something Michael mentioned, stirs Kevin up. "What do you mean by my second time?" "First load..." Michael feels up his own pasty pubes, "you pulled out and shot right here. Yep. We've got a mixture of you and me here." "Your first time?" "And second. I took your load, but you weren't exactly enthused about drinking my protein." "My first time." "Oh. Next time maybe you will....." He looked down on Kevin. "That is, if there is a next time?" "I don't know. I should be going." "I thought you don't work on Sunday's." "Oh yeah. I forgot." "How about a shower though?" "Yeah. Sure." Another first, Michael started up the jets of water, checking it for a warm mix. He got in first. "Coming?" "In there with you?" "Why? Am I `that' repulsive?" Waiting another few seconds, Michael gave in. "Never mind. I'll be right out, then you can take yours." Only one thing changed Kevin's mind. His busy hand! % "Y'know Chris, I'm glad we didn't go out last night." "Me too. It's kind of nice hanging out at home and messing around." "Did you like the DVD?" "I don't think I paid much attention." As they worked in the kitchen, at Birdy's Cafe, it's as if the two worked side-by-side forever. "I was thinking of something, Chris." "Let me guess. The blowjob you gave me?" "No. You're cock up my ass, dimwit! No, I was thinking of quitting my job at Uncle Seb's and working here full time, besides going to WRCC." "He probably wouldn't like it." "He wouldn't mind. Uncle Seb knows I can't work for him forever, being someday I'll most likely be getting involved in music, on a full-time basis." "What will happen when he retires? Who will take his business?" "Clothing is not my thing. I have my heart set on a musical career." "A famous composer for the movies?" "Could be. I still have a year and then some, to make up my mind. Plus, the choirmaster job at church. You should be getting your degree soon, right?" "I'm not sure. I have to count up the credits again. I've had to skip a few semesters, as a result of my financial position." "That's rotten." "Yeah, but it's also the facts of life. But now that I'm employed, hopefully I can take some courses at night and get back on track. I've already done some inquiries." "And what did you find out?" Using the wooden spoon as a baton, Christian spells out his intentions. "First of all, I found out about Degaugue's..." " The cooking school?" "Right. I can get credits by taking a course of studies there, only..." "Only what?" This is where a downer hit the conversation. "Problem is, I have to go full time. No can do, so I'll have to think of something else." "But you can do it, Chris, if you let me help?" "No way. I'm not taking charity from your Uncle Seb." "It wouldn't be charity. I have a sum, a bequeath from my parents. Wouldn't you rather pay back with no interest?" "You've got a point there, but still there's the fact of Michael needing me to work around here and that means fulltime." "Somebody mention my name?" Both wished Michael a good morning. On account of the two guys, in their early twenties, being the earlybirds, they realize the guy standing next to Michael, had to be a sleepover guest. Christian coughs, as if clearing his throat. "Oh yeah. This is Kevin Spangler. Got any coffee?" Michael quickly evaded a certain subject. "At least you two have something in common." Christian, who has seen Michael's bedroom, noticed things, comments. "Something in common?" "Yeah. Kevin went to WRCC, too?" "Oh, this isn't mine," Kevin states. The whereabouts of Kevin's shirt remained a mystery. "Christian makes the best coffee. One of the reasons I keep him on here!" Of course, Michael joked, but Christian and Justin exchanged glances, with other subject matter on their minds. % "How are things on the homefront?" Walking to the door, Max reported everything `cool', not giving away any of the confrontations. "Oh, they're all little angels!" "I kind of doubt that. Now, can we hear the truth, Max?" Barry and Steve stand, arms crossed in front of themselves, waiting for Max to square with them. "Well, to start off, we had our morning visit by the two starvings urchins." The dads smiled. "And oh, you've got to do something about the backdoor. It's starting to get on my nerves, plus it's not doing a bit of good, everytime I bake something." "We'll look into it. Next?" Max couldn't shake them loose from the trail. "There was a little thing about Mark and Eric, but it's cool between them. I checked." Anything else happening didn't really matter. Their immediate concern, had been the followup to yesterday's runaway incident. After checking all outlets, bedrooms, backyard, den, all boys accounted for, Steve and Barry headed to their own private bungalow, to ditch their jackets, shirts, ties. "Oh, I forgot. We need to pick up the list of lumber needs Berk gave us." "He's making good progress on the barn," Steve reports. "I haven't had much time to check things out, with the long hours I've been keeing at school." "Are you regretting taking on the principal's position?" "Not in the least Steve. It's been a whole new world for me and such a great challenge." "I know," he aproaches Barry from the rear, putting arms around him, rubbing his hands up and down his honey bear's stomach and chest. "Nobody could be more proud of you, than me." "It's worth putting in the extra hours." "Well, tonight I'm going to give you an expert sucking and licking!" "Steve, you give me that and more every night." "How about I start now?" Quickly steering his body around his mate's, Steve begins licking Barry's hairy chest, singling out his left nip. "Oooooooooooh fuck yeah! I'm loving it Steve, but...." "I know. We have to go to the lumber yard." "Yeah, but thanks for the sampling!" "Oh shoot!" "What's wrong now?" "I forgot to mention to Max about Caleb and his daddies coming over for dinner." "It isn't until next Sunday." "I know, but I'll never remember to tell him, if I don't do it now." "They're such nice guys." "I agree." Steve adds, "Why don't we invite Alonzo and Callan over, so they can all get to meet each other?" "Y'know Steve, once in awhile you come up with a good one." "Hmmm... like every night?" "Yeah okay. I give you the benefit of the doubt." They engage in a sweet kiss, but are interrupted by the sounds of distant voices. "Dad... yo dads," the shouting changes to an inclusive number, two. "Chad and Matty," Steve and Barry announce to each other. Having disrobed, the two quickly assemble attire for the trip to the lumber store. Arriving to the front room, they find it devoid of human life, until Max enters. "Didn't I just hear Chad and Matty's voices?" Barry inquires. "Yeah. They came in. Aidan and Philip grabbed hold of them and dragged them off to their room." "Models," Steve sums up. "I hope Philip got the head on straight!" "By the way," Max cuts in, "I wanted to remind you, next weekend I'll be on cooking duty for the church campout?" "Is it next weekend already?" Barry questions Max. "Yep. Saturday morning through Sunday afternoon. Believe you me, I'm going to be too pooped to pop!" Max's reaction to having to spoon up, in order, lunch, dinner, breakfast and lunch, to twenty-five to thirty young teen boys, makes it sound like fifty. "They're not going to let you fend for yourself, are they?" "No. Um, Terence's cute boyfriend will be there to help, plus..." "He sure is," Steve throws in, getting a nudge from Barry. "Well, you think he's cute, don't you?" Barry assesses, "Sure, if you look beyond the wart on his nose!" "He doesn't have a.... oh... you got me!" "Um, I've got to start on dinner." "Why so early?" Steve questions Max. "I'm working on a project for class, `simplified meals', and need to `experiment'?" "Ooooh boy," Steve rolls his eyes, "just don't make it chili?" "Okay, I admit, the chili turned out a little on the hot side." "A little, Max? I almost had Steve dial the fire department!" They could still hear Max's laughing in the distance, as he departed for the kitchen. Barry and Steve heading for the squirts' room. "Look's as if we'll have to give Caleb's daddies a raincheck." "Or we could invest in a Joy of Cooking and try cooking ourselves, Steve." "Or we could invest in a Joy of Gay Sex and try cooking ourselves?" Barry rolled his eyes, but kept the thought in mind for Christmas tyme! % Copyright 2006 T. Chase McPhee This story may not be sold, nor made part of any collection, without prior consent from the author.