Date: Thu, 13 Apr 2006 08:02:32 -0700 (PDT) From: T. Chase McPhee Subject: Nature Country 04 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" 04 wriTten by T. Chase McPhee % "Ooooh, look at Taco playing with... with... watcha gonna name him, guys?" Diego asks. Philip and Aidan at first shrug their shoulders, part of the trio of onlookers, watching the two puppies wrestling. "How about Scruffy?" Aidan questions Philip. "Scruffy?" "Sure. You called Scruffy `Scruffy', when we first met him," Aidan informs Philip. In the background, Steve, Barry, Alonzo and Bernice chatted, the picture-taker wound down after shooting fifty-something takes. "Aren't they such darlings, the way they're playing?" "Are you talking dogs or kids, Bernice?" "Both. I remember when I surprised Matty with his first dog." "He had a dog?" "Yes. In fact, when you folks blew into town, I looked upon it as a godsend." "Oh?" Barry asked. Steve opened with, "That's right. You," meaning Bernice, "had to have the dog put to sleep a week before they arrived. I remember you folks being terribly depressed." "Almost like your own flesh and blood," Bernice sighed. The phone rang, which took Alonzo away from the conversation. "We hear ya, Bernice," Barry replied. "We've had pets come and go too, but nothing more devastating than.... never mind." Steve and Bernice knew the terrible cause of Barry and his family's departure from the East Coast, coming out west to get resettled after the untimely murder of the kid's mother. Bernice, looking at the children playing with the two pups, thinks of how blessed they all are. "Steve... Barry.. Bernice.. I've gotta go. Can you watch Diego for me?" "What's the problem, Alonzo?" Barry asks, seeing him uptight. "There's been an accident at the hospital. Callan got hurt." The three adults show great concern. "I'm not sure how bad Callan is. I don't want Diego to know yet." "Steve, Barry, you accompany Alonzo. I'll take care of these little urchins," Bernice offers. Steve and Barry wholeheartedly agree. Bernice reported to the trio, coaxing the two puppies, as if a wrestling match. "Ooooooh, Scruffy's got Taco pinned," Diego reports. Aidan says, "Yeah, looks like... like..." he looked up to Philip. As if communicating on a mental plane, Philip got the gist of Aidan's thoughts without speech. "Yeah... does look like that," Philip's eyes as much relayed back the doggie positions. "What do you mean?" Diego inquires of the two. Fortunately Bernice plopped herself down on the rug. "Looks as if the pups are getting along." "Where did our dads go, Aunt Bernice?" Philip asks. Diego does the same, "And my dad, too?" "Um," Bernice fished for a friendly way of putting it, one that would stear them away from the truth, "they went to see a mutual friend in the hospital." They seemed to accept that. Before anymore input could be given, she deviated to, "How about coming over to my place? I know for a fact that Alberto has some leftover Zebra Cake in the freezer." She didn't have to twist any elbows, as the boys grabbed their dogs, Aidan and Philip agreeing one would carry Scruffy to Aunt Bernice's abode and the other carry the pooch home. % All the way back to Barrs & Bridges Food Market, Chad had become all ears. "I can't believe what a nice guy Michael is. Wow and I have my first `gay' friend." "What about me?" "Oh, you're my friend too, Chad, only I have to do business with you and..." "And what?" "This is moving all too fast for me, Chad." "What is?" "Well, first I meet you and Zach. Plus Michael. Wow! I have three gay friends. I suppose sooner or later I might get to know your partner Matty." "Maybe," Chad said. However, Christian cut right back in again, "And wow! You and Matty are partners. I never met a pair of gay partners before. What's it like, Chad?" "Well..." "I bet it's cool. Do you like come from work every night and you both give each other a kiss?" "Yes and we also..." "Do you two like have sex every night?" "Um, I think that's kind of..." Chad tried presenting the personal view. "I bet you're the top guy or do you suck Matty off?" Chad had to draw the line somewhere. Crossing the white line, pulling the SUV to the shoulder of the highway, seemed like a good place. "Listen, Christian..." "What? Is it something I said?" Chad was only slightly perturbed over Christian's deeply personnel interrogation. Hours ago, he came to the conclusion that the guy apparently had been socially unskilled at perceiving the gay world. It wouldn't be the first time he's led some guy from the dark, into the light. "More of less everything you said, Christian!" Christian sat there, watching Chad's hands start with palms at the bottom of his chin, rub up and over his face, rustle his mane, kept there for a second and then retreat from where they had been poised. Repositioning himself, Chad turned in his seat. Christian new that Chad had prepared himself to say something. He gave the driver his full attention. "Look, Christian, like Zach said before. You don't come out and ask a guy questions like you asked me." "Sorry. Did I get a little too personal, Chad?" "A little?" "I guess I did," Christian deduced by the fact Chad sat there in silence. "Maybe that's why Michael did what he did." Chad's face suddenly displayed the look a person has, that looks for an steamy explanation. "Um, exactly why did you and Michael have to take showers?" "It's kind of personal, Chad." There was an aching in Chad's loins, to know. "I'll tell if you tell." "You'll tell me what, Chad?" "Um," Chad fished for any bit of information he figured would be enticing enough to get Christian's secret out of him, "I know. Matty and I started out versatile, but now I top him." "Yeah and?" "So, what did you and Michael do for forty minutes, while I had to play waiter?" "Oh that." "Yes, that! Now talk!" "Well there's nothing much to say. We went upstairs. Michael started looking in the draw for a pair of pants. He told me to go in the jon and take mine off. By the time I had taken my pants off, the milk had soaked through my tightey-whities as well, so I took them off. Plus, taking off my pants had wet up my socks, so they came off as well. When I walked back into the bedroom, the flaps of my dress shirt pretty much covered most of my pubes." "Yeah?" Chad asked, his left hand already in his pocket, trying to coax his pisser to follow his left leg. Christian went on, as Chad made some adjustments, "I didn't get it when Michael said he's had a lot of sausage prepared for him, but none like mine." Chad educated him, "Sausage, like big cock?" "Oh, I know now. But I didn't, until... shouldn't we be heading back to the store?" "No!" Chad's churning balls forbid him to turn the key, on the steering column. "No?" "I mean.. we've got a little time. I wouldn't want you to go all day thinking that you didn't finish your story, Christian." "Oh. Okay. Thanks Chad." "No problem, man," Chad replied, almost disappointed. "Okay, so Michael had been on his knees, looking in the bottom draw for a pair of socks. He says that from force of habit, he never pairs his them off after laundering them." "How interesting. Then what happened?" Really Chad was thinking that not pairing socks off was going to pay off big time for Michael, if Christian's story headed in the direction he thought it would twist. "I came up to him and hadn't realized it... I apologized to Michael." "Yeah?" Chad's eyebrows went up, as if detecting something radioactive. He hoped he had kept his hardness a secret, pressing it down his left pants leg. "Well, I didn't really think it was my fault that my cock accidentally whipped Michael across the bridge of his nose. I mean, Chad, I couldn't help it that as I walked my cock was slapping back and forth. If I had had my briefs on, that would have contained them. But as I got towards Michael, the tip of my cock accidentally hit him on the cheek. Do you think it was my fault?" At this point, Chad would declare it no fault and get on with the story! "Um of course not. What happened next?" "Michael looks up at me and asks if I've ever had anybody suck my cock." "And have you?" "That's kind of personal Chad, don't you think?" In his lust for knowledge, Chad realized he had turned into a history buff for sex education. "Um, yeah. Could be," Chad fudged, "but I figure if it's part of the story you're trying to convey, Christian, then it's not." "Huh?" Christian obviously showed perplexity. "Continue. You whipped Michael's cheek with your cock and then what happened?" "I didn't whip his cheek!" A ploy to get him moving, Chad looked at his watch. "You better hurry." The twenty-three year old fell for Chad's deception, spurting out details. "Oh yeah. Well, I told Michael that I've been propositioned but never really had any guy suck my cock. He then said something like `that's a shame'. I asked why and he said the only way to fully explain it is by a live demonstration. Well, one thing led to another and soon Michael has his hands underneath my shirt, pushing it up and his lips wrapped around my cock. Man, I can tell you, Chad," Christian divulged, his own hand feeling his crotch, looking out the front windshiled into neverland, saying, "it felt so... so..." Chad filled in the blanks, "Fucking awesome?" "Yeah. That's it!" It's then that Chad sensed Christian knowing that for the past few minutes he was experiencing some type of chain reaction in his lap. "Um, you hard, Chad?" Chad didn't check the mirror, but knew from experience, that flushed feeling had come over himself. "Sorta," he half told the truth. "So, did Michael suck you off?" Not worrying about expelling the personal truth, Christian told him, "Well, I don't know if this has happened to you, Chad..." "Try me...." "Huh?" "What has happened to me, Christian?" "Well, I began to feel so, so good about Michael having his mouth on my cock. I mean, he has his tongue going around and around the length of my cock, it felt so awesome! Then, he worked the tip of his tongue into the place where... where my pee comes out!" "Betcha that felt good?" Did Chad really have to ask! "Oh yes. Have you ever had your partner do that?" "What hasn't he done?" Chad said softly to himself. "Huh? What was that?" "I was saying, Chris, that... um, yeah, Matty's done that to me before. I can agree with you that it feels real awesome. Um, it's called your piss slit." "Piss slit, huh? Yeah I guess that kind of describes it, Chad." Chad sees Christian in deep thought. "So, then what happened? I mean, what happened that put you two into such a sweat?" "Oh well, this is the part that kind of made me feel guilty." "Made you feel guilty, Christian?" "Yes. I feel embarrased telling you." "Hey," Chad leans over putting his hand on the top of Christian's shoulder, "we're good friends now. Come on. If I can let on that Matty likes sucking me off, then you can tell me all about what makes you feel good, eh?" "Well, sure." Christian's gaze picks up what Chad's been trying to hide in his lap. Diverting his attention from Christian, Chad looks at the twenty-three year old, then down to his own crotch and back up to the Dutch lad. "Yeah, okay," Chad confesses, "so your story got me a little erotically involved. So?" "You?" Christian says. Picking up his brief case from his lap, Christian's boner pops up from being held securely down. Chad laughs out loud. "You and me both, eh?" Chad says, now openly firming the side of his tubular pants leg. "Is it okay to do that here?" Christian looks out all sides of the SUV, "In public, Chad?" "Nobody's going to see us." On the contrary. As soon as the words left Chad's mouth, flashing red lights are seen from the back window. "Were you speeding?" Christian asks. "Um, is the car moving?" Acting nervously, Chad stretches his legs out, pressing, hoping for his erection to subside. "Catch you later on the rest of the story." "There wasn't much to tell, here..." Christian takes a map out of his briefcase, opens it and flings it onto Chad's lap. "Cool! Good thinking, man." "Well, well, well. What have we got here?" "Oh. Hi Mike!" Bending down to get a better look into the SUV, Officer Mike Green's ass now competes with traffic. "Long time, no see Chad. Hmm, who's your friend?" "Mike, meet Christian um," again Zoutendijk becomes an obstacle of speech patterns, "our new distributor from Finley's... for how long, I don't know, but..." "Nice to meet you," Mike says. The traffic on W. Giesen St. get a break, as Mike leans in, his gut folding over the window in the door, the side of his chest seemingly in Chad's face, his pit absorbed by Chad's nostril, as he extends a hand to Christian. "It's nice to meet you too." In the process of exchanging greetings, the Christian's briefcase falls to the floor, skiing right down his legs. "Here, I got it," the thirty-seven year old police officer reaches for it. Too late for Christian to hide anything. "Oh my," Mike says, now retreating from the SUV. Then insinuating something, he whips the map off of Chad's lap. "You too? And in public, Chad? Shame on you two!" Traffic is once again obscured. To some, material for some motorists, a hand-to-crotch action. "I swear, Mike...I..." Chad tries weaseling out of his predicament. Christian looks petrified. Then Mike lets out a roar of laughter, saying, "Hee hee... gotcha, didn't I?" "Nah," Chad replies, "Not really." "Get outta here, Chad Barr. I mean, look at your friend over there. He's scared shit." "Well, not me, knowing that you're `one of us'?" "Shit, Chad. Do you have to go and tell the whole world?" Mike scolds the nineteen year old. "Like who's Chris going to tell, Mike? Besides more then half the town knows you're gay... know's you're shacked up with one of the town's shrinks." Mike lends his ass to the road once more, bending into the SUV. "Nice to meet you, young man," Mike offers his hand. Christian extends the same greeting. On his way `out' of the vehicle, Mike looks down into Chad's lap. His hand slaps against his cock. "Oops, sorry `bout that." "Yeah, right Mike." "Oh, here's your map." Mike picks up the windshield wiper that's acted as an anchor for the sparsely populated road map. "Yeah thanks." Chad kids, "I guess I should be thankful your hand didn't hit the windshield washer." "Oh, you mean this?" "Get outta here," Chad slaps Mike's hand after it's released a squirt of blue fluid. "Friendly sort," Christian tells Chad. "Sometimes a little `overly' friendly." "I don't believe he touched your um... lap, Chad. Do you think it was an accident?" Before peeling out into the traffic, Chad gave Christian a `look'. He wasn't about to explain it now. That would take another lunch hour! "Here. Thanks for the use of the map!" % "Um, he going to be okay, Maria?" Dr. Scalia stood there, rubbing the hairy forearm of her only living relative left in the world, next to the love of her life, Barbara Matthews, Conner's mom. "He took a nasty rap in the skull, no thanks to you." Maury knew his Aunt Maria joked. A brash sense of humor matched her personality. However, he did see the concern on her face, as she stood above him, peering over his bed, to the man in the next hospital bed. The one who tried catching him from falling into the vehicle. A moan tore all four of them, Maria, Barbara, Conner and Conner's honey, Jim, away from Maury. They now hovered over Callan's bed. "He's coming around," Jim replied, taking in the natural beauty of the Irish man. "Thank God," Barbara, herself a fairly religious woman, commented, adding, "our prayers have been answered!" Jim turns to Conner and asks, "You believe in that stuff, Conner?" "It worked, didn't it?" He answered his teen partner. "I suppose," Jim responded, his head turning to the awakening paramedic. "How so you feel?" the good doctor asked. "Great," Callan replied, trying to sit up. "Oh no you don't!" Maria quickly placed her hands on his shoulders. Jim wished they were his! Conner caught the intent glance, slapping Jim on the arm. So only Conner could hear, Jim commented, "He's cute." Smiling, Conner softly said, "Yeah, I know!" "Conner?" "Yeah mom?" Her look told all that was needed for her to respond. "Okay mom. We get the message. C'mon, Jim. Mom needs a cup of java!" That wasn't it, but he know that his mom knew! "Excuse me?" Barry asked. Opening the door, Conner and Jim thanked him for doing so. "Is this where Callan O'Meara..... is?" Before Barry could finish, Alonzo brushed passed, between Barry and Steve, on course for the bed the two woman stood beside. "Oooooh Callan... Babe, are you alright?" It's the first time anyone outside of Callan's and Alonzo's world witnessed the deep love the two had for each other. Not being able to rise up from the bed, Alonzo leaned his chest in to embrace his lover. Dr. Scalia even permitted it! "Hi there," Maury called out to no one in particular. "Have we met?" Steve walks over next to Maury's side. "Um, are you taken?" "Watch out," Maria called to Steve, "That's my nephew. I'm just warning you he's got a warped sense of humor." "Oooooh, Aunt Maria," Maury scolds back, with a glint of humor, "how's a guy ever going to snag a.... oops!" Barbara Matthews excuses herself, to go hunt down Conner. Dr. Scalia returns to Callan's care, as Alonzo asks some questions. Maury then realizes that Steve Clark might not be gay! "Oops what?" Steve asks. Barry, his arm encircling Steve's waist, lets on, "I think what Maury is wondering Steve, is, one, are you gay? And two, are you taken? Yes on both counts!" "Darned it," Maury uses the watered down curse. "Where are all the single, gay men in this town?" "Good question," Barry agrees. Steve looks at his lover, stating, "Why? You looking for a trade-in?" Force of habit in private, Barry accidentally says out loud, "I'm getting that belt out." "Um, Barry?" Steve shows some embarrasment. However, with quite an excited reply, Maury lets Barry off the hook, "Into a little spanking are we?" It then becomes a two way conversation, as Steve asks, "Are you?" "As long as your ass is on the underside of my palm!" "Hear that Barry?" "I hear it Steve and you can forget it. Both of you." Silence remains golden for all of thirty seconds. "So, what else are you into Maury?" "Bondage, um..." "Forget it, Steve," Barry tells him. "We're just talking about it Barry. Doesn't mean I'm going to get involved in it." "Well, remember that you're a high school teacher and you don't want stuff going around like that." Barry goes to see how Callan is, the latest updates on his health, as Steve and Maury `chat'. % "Matty, do you think I'm ever going to find another guy?" "Depends on you Max. It takes time to... well, I don't think we really get over somebody we love." "I know. I'll never forget Terry." This is when the tears set in, as Max and Matty stood there by Max's twenty-two year old lover's grave, taken by the AID's virus. Matty was happy to allow Max to cuddle into his chest, as they hugged. The only thing Matty wasn't counting on is the tingling feeling down yonder, at zipper level. Matty could tell that Max noticed. As they broke, Max took a quick glance downwards. "Sorry `bout that, Matty." "It's no problem. My fault, I guess." "I can... never mind." Max turned and walked away, towards the car. "Wait up Max," Matty ran to his side. "You know, if our relationship hadn't been so `loose', maybe Terry would still be around." "Can I say something here, Max?" "Sure." "When you two broke up..." "I still loved him. I didn't want to," Max replied, as if defending himself, again cuddling up to Matty. "You're not blaming yourself, are you?" "If I refused to let him go, maybe he would have listened." "Listen, Max. I didn't know you and Terry very long, but one thing I did learn is that Terry was a free spirit." "True." "It was one thing that you could get him into drug rehabilitation, but putting restraints on sexual inhibitions are two different things." "Do you think one if more difficult to overcome than the other?" "That's a tough question, Max." "But in Terry's case, it seemed that the sex overtook preference, if you know what I mean?" "Oh, I do. I mean, I don't think anybody could see what was happening, how Terry's life changed so drastically, in so short a time. Even our best friends, Miguel and Juan commented, tried to help him and Terry didn't want to pay them any attention." "So, you see that there wasn't anything you could do or say to help him?" "I suppose." Again, standing at the rear of the small cottage, near the entrance to the memorial park, the huddle between the two broke. Max looked down to see if `it' was still there. "Yeah, so I got a woody," Matty spoke frankly. Max stare into Matty's eyes. Without speaking, Matty knew what the twenty-one year old lusted for. "Shit, Max," Matty said, knowing what Max wanted. "Forget it, Matty," Max replied, getting the message, turning to walk away. Matty's hand caught his shoulder. Out of pity, plus knowing what a man needs, he reconsidered his actions. "How long has it been, Max?" "I said forget it Matty. I'm not going to jeopardize our friendship over a blow job." But Matty wasn't letting Max back down so easily. Grabbing hold of his jacket, he pulled his over to the cottage door. It opened. Looking about and detecting no one else, he dragged Max along with him, inside. "Matty, what are you doing?" "Getting a much needed blow job." "No way, Matty." However, the sound of Matty's zipper opening, making that `zip' sound, made Max's mouth water. So intoxicating was the sound, the visual playing a part in the surrender, brought Max to his knees. "Oooooooooh!" Matty exclaimed, as the warm mouth surrounded his pleasure tool. Once Max got into it, he peeled Matty's pants further, spreading his palms over his friend's ass cheeks, rubbing them. Even though it a chilly day, Matty peeled his light jacket, tossing it behind him, too caught up in the tongue swathing his shaft to bother about neatness. Lost in the moment, he allowed Max to work his hands up his shirt, feeling fingers up and down his trail, a finger dipping into his navel, then two hands playing with his pecs. At first, Matty pulled the front of his shirt up, wanting to view the hands playing on his chest and stomach. Then he removed it altogether, making him buff to the ankles. Slowly he began to do the same to Max. This horny desire came over the twenty year old, pressing him on to get Max out of his clothes. With mouth engaged, the only oral tool Max needed, he easily let his jacket fall off his shoulders. He didn't fight the feeling, letting Matty unbutton his shirt, nor picked up on the last button on his shirt, the one right below his hairy navel, pop off, as it was hastily removed, turning it's sleeves inside out. Popping off his cock, Matty said, "C'mon, get out of those pants." As he directed Max to do so, Matty kicked his shoes off and depantsed himself. The two walked about the caretakers hut in socks. "Oh man you've got me so fuckin' hot, Max!" Matty said, keeping his fucking tool firmed. Retrieving his pants, Matty unfolded his wallet, pulling a condom from it. Ripping the top of the square packet, he spat the cellophane out of his mouth. By the time he reached a potter's table, Max had already bent over it. "I know this sounds cruel," Matty said to him, condom all smoothed down his shaft, "but I do this on behalf of Terry, for you!" Before Max could get wind of what Matty said, his cock tip was making entry. % 4 Continued.... Copyright 2006 T. Chase McPhee This story may not be sold or made part of any collection without prior written permission.