Date: Sun, 19 Nov 2006 13:29:50 -0800 (PST) From: T. Chase McPhee Subject: NATURE COUNTRY 32 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 32 wriTten by T. Chase McPhee % "How far is it from the kitchen to the boys' room, Steve?" "Roughly ten feet. Why?" "Which is closer? Kid's room or front door?" "You are not seriously going to let whomever is at the front door, in, are you?" He gave Steve his answer, walking towards the front of the house. "Evening." "Yes?" Two suits-and-tie guys stood on the Clark-Barr doorstep. "We are looking for either Mr. Clark or Mr. Barr. Might you be one of them?" Right away, Barry detected something `unique' about the gentleman. "I'm the `Mr. Barr' one. What can I do for you?" The younger one, nudged the one whom did the talking, his tongue in cheek. "Get on with it, Dave. You know he's already partnered!" Dave, turning a bright pink, turns to the other, in `kill mode'. Before he gets the chance, his sidekick pushes the embarrassed one aside, extending a hand of introduction. "Bruce Ryder, FBI." Underneath their shaking hands, Bruce holds out an ID, credit card in size. Barry takes it. "Looks like you." Barry makes comment of the photo ID, showing Steve, "What do you think?" "I'd say it's a fair likeness. Um, what about your sidekick?" "Yo, Dave, he's ID'ing you." "Oh yeah. I've got it right here," he searches his jacket pocket. "Hmm, I thought I put it there." Bluntly, the younger of the two, dictates, "Try your pants pockets, David?" Barry and Steve struggle to keep their giggles hidden. Picture a slightly beefy Latino guy, searching through his pockets, now trying to keep his bloating crotch from `showing', hand trying to retrieve a like ID, the tight crotch preventing his entry into his pants pocket, without creating creases to his trousers. "There it is." Bruce rolls his eyes, taking it and handing it to Barry. "David T. Rosario, Jr.?" "That's me!" Believeable, the taller of the two, Bruce, could well pass for an FBI man, but the other, Dave, Barry pictured in his mind more a comedian. "Come in." As they enter, Denis is coming out of the kitchen, in only his boxer shorts. "Company, Denis," Steve makes a suggestion, followed by, "You want to put something decent on?" "Sure dad." Turning back, Barry smiles, catching Dave's attention drawn to the eighteen year old. They exchange a smile. As Steve and Barry lead the two men into the main room, they chat in whispers. "Dave, do you think you can control yourself?" "What about you?" "Hey, it's not me who scanned the kid. It's not me who's throwing a boner. And I'm surprised, a man of law and order, eyeing up a kid." "Kid? He's gotta be one of the eighteen year old's. Listen, just quit embarrassing me?" "You embarrass yourself. Now behave yourself," Bruce tells Dave, hearing others approaching. "Cool! Are you real FBI guys?" "Let's see your ID!" Before Steve and Barry get to question the two law enforcement professionals, they get interrogated by Philip and Aidan. "Will ya look at this Phil?" "I see. Are these real gold?" Bruce, twenty-eight, more like a big brother, squats down and chats with the ten and eleven year olds. "Oh, this is my son, Chad Barr and his partner, Matty Bridges," Barry introduces the two halves to Dave. "Nice to meet you. Dave Rosario, FBI." "So I gather," Matty replies, eyeing up Bruce, showing attention to Philip and Aidan. "I guess your um..." Steve fills in the gap, "Partner." "Yeah. He filled you in, huh?" "Hey dad! Look what Bruce gave us! Real FBI pens!" Philip shouts, excited. "Wait til Seth and Diego sees these!" Aidan, excitedly accepts his souvenir. "You got anything else?" Philip inquires. Tearing himself away from talking with Bruce, Steve butts in. "I think you two should be grateful with what you have?" "Sure. This is real cool!" "What do you have to say?" "Thanks Bruce!" Barry had clued Steve in on Dave's sexuality, but now he's wondering about Bruce. Tall, a bit on the lanky side, he more pictures him on a billboard, advertising CK's. His mind wanders, wondering how Bruce would look in a pair of lowrise briefs. Good thing the kids kept Bruce busy, while Steve could `shop'. "Wanna see our models?" "I'd like that, but right now Dave and I need to speak with your dads." "Okay," Philip stated, but then perked up, saying, "let's go show Diego and Seth our pens, Ai!" "Yeah! Cool!" The two hightail it out of the room, towards the kitchen. "What the hell was that?" "Don't go for your gun," Barry chuckles at Dave, "it's only the back door." Steve adds, "Yeah. We have to get it fixed." "Whew! Sounded like a gunshot!" "Don't be so dramatic, huh Dave?" "Sorry," he apologized to all. The manner Bruce treated Dave, had been totally the opposite of the caring, opposite the cordial way in which he conversed with Philip and Aidan, more the big brother type. Steve speculated if indeed Dave was gay, perhaps Bruce could be homophobic? Then again, why did he treat himself and Barry so nicely, along with the kids? He didn't `have' to provide the two with gifts. "So, what order of business do you have for us?" Steve changed his mind instantly, when Bruce smiled. "First I'd like to say I think your boys are great. They remind me of my own family." Chad, seconded Bruce's thoughts, receiving a warm smile in return. For the next few minutes, Bruce answered the dads questions regarding siblings. It drew Bruce's wallet out of his pocket, sharing pictures. While they traded stories, Dave's mind wandered, when Denis returned to the kitchen. He had thrown on a pair of jeans, but still remained barechested. They made eye contact, Dave giving a brief smile. "Yo, Dave?" "What's up?" "You're on?" Bruce posed to him, as if entering the stage from the wings. It was back to business. "Oh sure." Opening a briefcase, he produced a piece of paper, once having been crinkled up. "In one of our investigations, we found this piece of paper in one of the children's pockets. It has the name of Aidan Barr, complete with phone number, which I suppose is the dark-haired lad..." Barry barges in, more on a serious level, asking "And what does this investigation entail?" Bruce takes the lead. "It hasn't been highly publicized and it is hoped you can keep this confidential?" The two partners accept the responsibility. "The case involves Senator Miller." "Oh yes," Steve recalls, "he slipped and fell in his wine cellar, later falling into a coma, before passing on?" "Well," Dave picks up on, "that's not entirely the truth." "Oh?" Barry interjects. Bruce mans the helm. "You see, the incident involved his children." "Yes, we read about them. Orphaned, aren't they?" "Yes and that's where part of the problem lies, but first let me explain." Bruce lay out the whole ordeal, the eleven and twelve year olds, being punished. "Apparently, one defended the other, causing the father, Senator Miller, becoming enraged." "Damn," Dave butts in, "you should see the beating he gave those boys!" "Are they alright?" Steve inquires. "Yes, except the psychological impact," Bruce replies. "The boys are very close and unfortunately we have had to separate them." "Yeah, the poor kids," Dave says, more genuinely interested in human emotions, rather than wondering what's hidden underneath Steve and Barry's clothing. "We couldn't find parents interested in two boys." "So, are they even seeing each other?" Barry asks. "Another unfortunate circumstance," Bruce replies, "they are fifty miles apart." "It's a crying shame," Steve comments. Steve and Barry have already figured out Dave is a real `character', in the comical sense. Even while discussing serious matters, his response comes across as a bit humorous. Rather than be tempted by laughter, Barry sidetracks the conversation. "So how can we be of help?" "I... well this was Dave's idea, actually." It came as a surprise, to both dads, Bruce giving Dave any credit. "Yeah," Dave picked up, "I was doing some research, assigned to the loose ends and I checked out the scrap of paper, did some more research and searched, um..." Rolling his eyes, Bruce comes out with, "We wondered if you could handle the boys or know of anyone interested in an eleven and twelve year old, even if a temporary measure?" "Our hearts go out to the boys," Barry states, "but we've got a house full, as it is." "Know of anybody that can take in two poor orphans?" A plea from the heart, geniunely sincere, from Dave Rosario's inner being. This wasn't anything capable of putting one into hysterics. Coming into the quartet of conversation, Chad interjects some thought, "Maybe we can help you out?" The next hour forty-five minutes is spent on questioning Chad and Matty, asking questions about their financial stability, their line of work, Chad's hours spent at WRCC, their business life, everything it seemed except the color of their toothbrushes! "Sounds like you have a....." Bruce fished for words, "a nice life." A short pause took hold of the group, Dave steering it on. "Well, sounds good to me. What do you think, Bruce?" This time, it had been the twenty-eight year old, lost in some sort of reverie. "Yo, Bruce?" "Um yeah... yeah," he sought to find his way back into the conversation, as if listening intently, "I can't see why they can't be held responsible for the boys, until their credentials are thoroughly checked." "Sure," Dave responds, "we've already checked out Steve and Bar.... I mean Mr. and Mr...." then flustered, he refers to them as, "Mr. Clark and Barr?" Giggling, Barry responds, "Barry and Steve will be fine." "Dave," Dave addresses himself as. "For curiosity's sake," Steve asks, "how much checking out, is checking out?" At this point, the conversation had broken off into two sectors. Dave and the dads talked about getting checked out, which gave Dave the excuse to check the two out, not on paper. It also gave the trio a chance to talk more casually on another subject. "So, are you out, Dave?" Barry asks, keeping a straight face. "Out?" Steve infers, "Bruce dropped enough hints." "Plus, it's obvious you checked out our oldest son?" Barry meant around the house, not Sean whom moved out on his own a couple of years ago. "Really, I didn't mean anything by it... I swear. I'm no child molester!" At this point, Steve and Barry gave up on the serious charade. Meanwhile, on the other side of the room, a like conversation was being carried out. "So, your partner is gay?" "Gay, yes. Partner? Uh-uh." It was a trick question, in a way. Matty, being sly, had already deduced the two could never be paired up, but Bruce hadn't resulted in denying the gay aspect. "So, are you partnered or dating," Chad read Matty, trying to get his sexuality out into the open. "Um.... ah...." For the first time since the two ventured into the household, Bruce was lost for words. "Okay. Not fair for putting you on the spot," Chad regressed in his thoughts. "Yeah," Matty agreed, "in your own time you can..." "Actually, I've wanted to do this for a long time, being kind of reluctant...." Chad sided with Bruce, saying, "Afraid of losing your job or something?" "No. Not really. I mean, Dave is out to most everybody. It's been more of a personal thing. Maybe shy?" Chad comes up with, "Well, why don't you practice on us?" "Like?" Bruce quesitoned what Chad meant. "Repeat after me, `I am gay.'" Matty provoked him on, "Come on Brucie. You can do it!" The FBI-guy smiled. "Come on. Three little words: `I... am... gay'." "Yeah. Okay. It's not big deal. I am gay," Bruce repeats, as if reading a sentence out of a book, little emotion attached. "Doesn't sound too convincing!" Matty pointed out. "I'm gay." "Better," Chad replied. "We should celebrate," came off the top of Matty's head. "Ever been to a gay club?" "Un-uh," Bruce replied in the negative. Then Matty became more an entertainer, talking it up. "We've got two hot gay clubs, Mr. Pink's and the Hungry Wolf Cafe. It's real hot inside. Guys dancing to loud music, flashing lights, guys half naked, some in their boxer shorts, it's so fuckin' hot... I bet you might even pick up a trick!" "You'll have excuse my partner. When it comes to shirtless guys, he can get a little highstrung!" Chad replied to Matty doing some `dancing'. "Is that where you," Bruce comments, "met your hot guy?" The glee goes out of Matty. In a more subdued manner, he replies, "Don't you get ideas about moving in on my man, Brucie!" Sitting there, Bruce laughs, looking down. "Oh man," Chad tells his other half, "Brucie got you bad!" "Wait til we get you to Mr. Pink's. I'm gonna personally rip your shirt offa you, Brucie!" "I don't think it's going to be happening." "Why not?" Matty, who's sitting on the hassock right in front of the six foot-one agent asks. "Because we're not going to be in town long." Chad, whom wouldn't mind seeing Matty rip more than the shirt off of Brucie, keeps up the interrogation. "When are you leaving?" Chad asks. "We're being put up at the motel until tomorrow afternoon." "Then it's gotta be tonight!" Matty and Chad, on the same wavelength, are destined to not let Bruce leave town without his first night dancing with a room full of half-naked gay boys! "Hey, Brucie," Dave gets his attention, picking up on the nickname, pinned to him since entering the household. "Are you ready to go?" "Actually, since we don't have anything much to do, but look at the insides of a motel room, I've offered up my services to go help Barry and Steve haul some lumber." "That fits perfect into our plans!" Matty, answering Dave, rubs his hands together. "But I'm not sure.... we shouldn't be getting so friendly. It's not..." "Cool your jets, Brucie. C'mon. Fuck the rules for once and have some fun." Opposite the mood, from the beginning of their conversation, nearing the end, Dave has taken the upper hand. "But...." "Listen Brucie, if you want to spend your night, in a boring motel room, go right ahead." Almost nonstop, Dave addresses the dads. "Say, do you mind stopping at the motel so I can change into something more casual?" "I think you're about Barry's size," Steve remarks, hinting his partner. "Sure," Barry picks up on it, "I think we can provide you with a sweat shirt or tee." "That would be great." "I can't believe he's doing this," Bruce says. With his hand on Bruce's shoulder, Matty tells him, "Here's your chance to `be' yourself." "Yeah," Chad adds, "you're way out here in the sticks, where nobody knows you except Dave and us. What do you say, Brucie?" Looking down upon himself, at the neatly positioned tie, holding the inner flaps of his jacket, he replies, "Well, I suppose. I'm dressed for it anyway." Chad and Matty apologize for laughing their asses off at the suit-and-tie guy. % "So, what's your overall opinion, Jim?" "My overall opinion, huh? Hmm... Well let's see... you didn't really give Ron a fair chance at sucking my cock, so..." "No. Not about that." "Oh. I was going to say," even though Connor hadn't meant his question, in general, "he sucked you more than he sucked me!" Connor smiled a toothy grin. "I was trying to be serious, but yeah. Ron is a good cocksucker, ball-licker and a hot ass-rimmer, while we're at it!" "So? You're question?" "I was asking, pertaining to an older guy." "Oh, I thought maybe a third guy," Jim posed a deep thought for both. "That too, but first let's tackle the `older guy' issue." "Older, huh? Well, like you said, Conn, he's great orally, even though he mainly licked my balls." "And sucked your nips?" "It felt nice." "Nice, eh Jim? I don't think so. Ron had you right where he wanted you." "Where he wanted me? Think again, Conn. Who's the alpha man? The topguy?" As the two dressed, in their jeans, slipped on tee shirts, Jim paved the way, grabbing his teen lover around the waist, butting their bellies into one another. "Nobody will ever compare to the man who turns me on." Crushed lips, Jim's tongue slipping inside Connor's mouth spoke louder than words. Breaking the first thing out of Jim's mouth, other than his lover's tongue, came, "But I think it's cool to have a three-way once in a while, maybe more." "Oh?" "Yeah. This way," Jim fills Conner in, "while you're sucking off me, you get sucked too. You can't tell me you weren't enjoying Ron's oral skills?" "Like you didn't hear me moaning?" Jim grinned. "I thought so." "So, it's okay another guy comes between us?" "As long as he doesn't get any ideas about taking over!" The two proved, with another lip-lock, how much each meant to the other. % "So, you were stalking me, huh?" "I wouldn't put it quite like that, but the minute I saw you... and I know this sounds like a worn out cliche, but... I had to..." "Have me?" Walking down the sidewalk, window shopping as they chatted, Zach Roberts and Neil van der Beck began to get aquainted. Smiling, the twenty-seven year old EMT, vetenarian wannabee, replied, "Yeah. It goes something like you said!" "If I buy you a cup of coffee, will you elaborate on it?" "I'm afraid I'm not too good with words. I know more cliches than what I can make up, as my own feelings." After three failed relationships, twenty-three year old Zach Roberts had been ready to throw the towel in, more or less, restraining himself from even dating a guy, even to the point of claiming celibacy. However, he sensed Neil wasn't the pushy type, relaxed, not eager to get him bedded down. He felt he could deal with it. "Looks like we've made a complete circle, after you caught up with me at the drugstore." "So, I take it we're having lunch at Birdy's?" "Lunch? I thought I mentioned coffee?" For a few short seconds, Zach wanted to make the first move, entirely against every principal he formed, in his opinion on how to proceed. He pictured a slow, drawn out new beginning, when he met the next guy. He wanted to take Neil's hand in his, but thought it wise to hang back. Afterall, Neil didn't seem to be in any big rush, as it stands. "I'll spring for lunch, if you have the time?" Another coupla seconds lapsed. "Sure." As they entered Birdy's Cafe, Zach's memory reverted to a test he had to study for. "We can't make it long." "Oh?" "Right. I have a test to study for." Good thing he mentioned it. Both sought out a new subject, their others having dried up, with their excursion around the town proper. % On the way to and from the lumber yard, Dave `babysat' Philip and Aidan, keeping them entertained with anything and everything concerned with being a `secret agent man'. Dave seemed to have an arsenal of material, waiting for some youngster's interrogations to come along. "It's not all `James Bond' you know?" "Do you have some of the stuff, like Inspector Gadget?" Philip asks. "There are some inventive tools, but not way out gadgets, like either Bond or the inspector." "Like what?" "A small computer you can talk into and don't have to type on. It answers you back in a split second." "Like how small, is small, Dave?" "Oh, about the size of a pinhead." "Whoooa! What happens if you lose it?" "Kind of tough to do, when it's `glued' to my body." "Where?" Aidan inquires. "Right about here," Dave tells the two, pointing to his sweatshirt, right about the place where the `G' of `West Richlan High School' is printed. "Do you have it on now?" "Matter of factly, I do. I was supposed to have taken it off after the last assignment, but..." Dave laughed, "the solvent to take it off, was all dried up. I had to come out here to your dad's house with it still on." "Cool!" Philip replied. Aidan boldly asked, "Can we see it?" Steve and Barry had eavesdropped. Steve instigates, "Now `that' I would even be interested in seeing." He turned around, peeking between the two front seats, getting a slug in the chest from Barry. "Aren't you interested in seeing a pinsized computer?" He asks his partner. "Sure, but I'm driving, remember?" "Pull over!" Steve lets out a roar, but Barry calls his bluff, cutting over two lanes, to the ice cream stand. "Cool! Dad's stopping for ice cream!" "Cool! We're gonna DQ-it!" So much for checking out the tiny computer adhered to Dave's hairy chest! % "Much better with these gloves," Justin calls out to Christian. "Yeah. Sorry about not clueing you in sooner." "No problem." "Wouldn't it affect your guitar playing?" "I play with my nails." "Oh well. Then don't break a nail!" Stealing a quick peck on the cheek, coincided with Kevin Spangler ducking into the kitchen. "You better not let Michael see that!" "You're not going to fink on us Kev, are you?" "Not when I'm guilty of doing the same!" Chistian and Justin took five. "So, how are you and Michael `doing'?" Christian inquires. "Um, how do you mean?" "Okay. Never mind, if you don't want to talk about it." For years, Kevin Spangler, now at age twenty-six, has wanted to expose his homosexuality. Last night, even though in an intimate setting, only two people, one himself, he was overtly shy, allowing Michael to pave the way. At first he figured the two kitchen helpers knew nothing of their night-time activities, but even though Kevin wasn't too keen on how two guys act in a male relationship, he figured, by Christian's remark, nothing remained a secret. He also saw this as an opportunity to come out of his shell and actually spell out his true sexual identity. Smiling, he admitted, "I slept with Michael last night... rather Michael and I... I mean... we had gay sex." Justin and Christian looked at each other, smiling, but deep inside wanted to laugh. "Are you positive it was gay sex, Kevin?" Justin asks, playing with his mental capacities. Christian replies for him, more scolding his new love interest, "Of course it was gay sex dimwit!" "Yeah," Kevin speaks on his own behalf, both hands in his back pockets, talking nonchalantly, "I suppose when two guys have sex, that's what it's called!" "Everybody having fun in here while I'm out there waiting on fifty-five tables?" The sarcasm was meant to disturb the casual atmosphere of the kitchen. Michael made his point. "Whew! You're tough." Christian yells, "Go ahead, Mikey... kiss him!" "Oh don't you two act so innocent. You don't think I know what goes on back here!" Climbing to a jovial high, the slinging words dig deeper into private lives. "Yeah," Christian jokes, "good thing Kevin came in here first, to warn us!" "Oh?" Michael turns to last night's bedfellow. "And what do you have to say to that?" "I promised I wouldn't fink on them. Sorry." The three of them started laughing, Michael, eyes wide, did all he could to keep from joining in. "There's ways of making a man talk! And oh, you two?" "Yes?" Both replied. In the meanest, grouchiest voice, Michael replied, "Get back to work before you both get fired!" "What about me?" "You too!" Michael replied to Kevin's innocent question, throwing a white apron at him. % Copyright 2006 T. Chase McPhee This story may not be sold, nor made part of any collection, without prior consent from the author.