Date: Tue, 2 May 2006 07:22:32 -0700 (PDT) From: T. Chase McPhee Subject: Nature Country 07 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" 07 wriTten by T. Chase McPhee % "Dad-Barry! Come quick!" "What's up?" Steve had been finishing up messing around in the jon, doing important stuff, like brushing his hair to the right, to see if it looked better, than the left, but then realising the way he always wore it, combed to the front, made him look the sexiest. Barry, halfway clothed, from the bottom up, sat, peeling his sock over his foot. Dropping the sock chore, he began jogging along, behind Eric, following him into the bungalow he shared with his natural son, Tom. "Dad, help!" Tom called out. Eric told him, "We tried stopping it, but it just kept coming out and out and out..." "Stinks like hell, too," Barry picked up the awful scent. "We need a plunger!" Barry ran to the garage and returned. By that time Steve had arrived, dressed in his bathrobe. "What's that `queer' odor?" Steve asked, wrinkling his nose up." "Um, the toilet overflowed," Tom informed him. Eric reiterated, "Yeah, that's it." "Where's your father?" Steve called to Tom. "He went to get a plunger." By this time, Steve noticed water coming from the jon, into their bedroom. "Both of you, get on your beds and don't get off!" "But, dad..." He ran over to the computer and pulled the main plug out of the wall. "Well, there goes our game," Eric said to Tom. "The game? That's the least of our worries, Eric!" When Barry arrived, Steve prompted, "Don't touch anything electrical." "I thought of that. I grabbed my sneakers. You better get out of the water, Steve." Steve ran back to their room, returning to the boy's bedroom, in his Nikes. Barry stood there next to the jon doorway. "Mission impossible accomplished," Barry said. "What a mess," Steve said, picking up on the odor once more. "How did this happen, boys?" "I dunno," Tom said. "We just flushed it and it started going the wrong way." "Yeah, that's it. Happened exactly the way Tom said it," Eric agreed. Barry and Steve sensed something different. "Then what do you call this?" Barry held up a white, pencil shaped object, about a half inch long, looking like it had been partially burnt, but soggy. "What's that?" Eric tried to bluff. "You tell me," Barry replied. Steve took it in his hand, looked it over and observes, "Looks like a joint." "Steve, give Bernice a call and tell her that Eric, Tom and I will `not' be joining you and the boys for dinner." "No?" "Nope. And phone Mike Green at the police department." "You... you're having your own sons arrested for smoking a joint?" Tom says boldly. "Tom!" Eric calls out. "They already know, Eric." "Bummer," Eric replies. Steve says, "Oh, this is far beyond bummer, young man. You don't know..." "Your father's right. C'mon. Get dressed." After Steve and Barry leave the room, the two wonder if their own fathers are going to have them arrested! % "Honey! I'm hooooome!" "Is that you, Chad?" "No, it's Bad Sam!" "Bad Sam? Who's that?" Matty asked. "Believe me. You never want to get to know him!" Matty left it at that. Something else had been bugging him all afternoon, since he let Max off at the Clark-Barr residence. "How was work?" Chad thought Matty seemed a little reserved, not bubbling over, asking stuff like, `Did you get the meat inventory done?', `Which of the high school kids called out?', `Did you remember to tell Reggie that we needed to double our order of fat-free yogurt?'. He was expecting to be checked up on. That was Matty's way, which he didn't mind at all. In fact, on the way home, Chad rattled off each question, answering each, as preparation. For now, his quizzing was in vain. "Work was okay." Then Chad remembered, "How was your trip to the cemetary?" "Why do you ask?" Matty suddenly got jittery. Silence prevailed for a solitary thirty seconds. Matty's head first sunk to his chest, then his arms to his sides. "Chad, I cheated on you." One of the things that always ran across Chad's mind, when getting serious about Matty, was if this would ever come up. Six months into their tight relationship, he thought the same thing. The first thoughts had been to call it quits. However, he had fallen too deeply in love with Matty, to let something like this come between them. If it went hidden for a long time, Chad thought about being pissed, but Matty bringing it out and feeling remorseful, made all the difference in the world. "What happened?" "I got my feelings all tied up in Max and him talking about how he and Terry did this and that." "Started to feel sorry for him, eh?" "Yeah. Even though they split up, Max really loved the guy. Did you know that Max remained celibate the whole time, right through til Terry passed on?" "I hadn't thought about it, but that is a long time to go without... you know." "I know, but that's the thing. I got to feeling sorry for Max, then that's when it happened and worst part is I made the excuse for myself that I was doing it in Terry's memory." "Well, I'm guessing here, but since Terry had been the top position that you... um..." "I fucked Max in the gardener's shed, at the cemetary," Matty told, low keyed, head still bowed in shame. Thinking about it, didn't seem much of a big deal for Chad. Like he's been over this already. If he had any doubts to whether Matty still loved him, he would have made a pissy-fit, but it didn't sway himself away from his strong bonds of love. "I hope you at least had enough sense to wear a condom!" Is all Chad could think of saying, to recity the matter. "If you want me to pack my bags and leave, I deserve it, Chad." "If anything it would be the other way around. I mean, it's your house, Matty." "After what I did, you deserve to have everything I own, except... me." Seeing the despair Matty was in, hurt Chad deeply. Much more deep than Max's ass felt. He knew what Matty's tool could be capable of. Rejoining his partner, Chad brought him into a tight hug-lock. "I'm so, so sorry, Chad." "I know you are, but you know what, Matty?" "Yeah, I know what you're gonna say.. if this happens a second time..." Nothing surprised Matty more than Chad butting in, saying, "A second time... third.. I'll always forgive you." "How can you say that, Chad?" "Because I know you're a level-headed guy and love me very much." "I do, but...." "But sometimes in life there's those moments when we get caught up in outselves or the grief of another... one thing leads to the next and before you know it, you've worked up this guilt complex over it." "Wow! How did you know? That's exactly how I feel, Chad." "Psychology 101." "You must be one of the ones that pays attention." "Yeah, I think Professor Hanson is kind of cute." "Is that the young, blond?" Chad stands, looking to the ceiling, rattling off his stats, as he knows them, "Five feet, eleven inches tall, a hundred and sixty-five pounds, hairy chest, brown when wet..." "Wait! How do you know `that' kind of information?" Matty asks suspiciously. "He showers in the college gymnasium, after he jogs on his lunch hour." "Lucky you. Um, how big is he?" "I didn't have a ruler and wasn't close enough to see. Although I wanted to be. See what trouble a hot man could get me into to?" "Like Max?" "We're all tempted, but what you did today, Matty is more than what I'm talking about here. Sure, I'd love to do Professor Hanson, but I'd much rather do you!" "That's the sweetest thing anybody's ever said to me, Chad." "Really?" Matty knew it was half past make up time, that it was behind them. He sensed it five minutes ago. Chad took his reply serious, then smiled. "You had me going there for a minute, Matty." "So, what are we going to do about this, Chad?" "Forget it. I'm going to get out of these clothes, take a shower..." "Mind if I help, Preppy?" As they climbed the partially circular staircase, the two knew their bonds had been solidified. Experiences such as these make it that way. % "C'mon Connor! You can do it!" Sitting with his balls over Maury's chin, Jim cheered on his lover, as he furiously pumped his cock in and out of Maury's orifice. "Oooooooh...oooooooh OOOOOHHHHHHshiiiiiiiiit!" Conner called out, as his cum juice expelled in a rush. "Ease off, Connor," Jim forcefully pulled back on Conner's shoulder. "I think he's choking." "On the cum or my cock?" "Who knows!" As Connor pulled his semi-erect shaft out, his leftovers spilled down Maury's chin, soiling his goatee, mixing with the thick hair at the top of his chest. "No, I'm alright," Maury said, miraculously not choking on the several ounces of ooze. Seeing that Maury had been out of danger, Jim asks, "Good, then which of ours did you like the best?" "Cock? Juice? throating? What are you getting at?" Shrugging his shoulders, Jim replies, "Either, or!" "Being that this is all new to me, I'd say the taste is what I remember most." Connor interjects, "Okay, then who's cum did you like the most? Huh? Jim's or mine?" "Yeah, Maury. Connor's or mine?" Jim reiterated. "They both taste similar." He wound up pleasing both of them. "However, if I have another taste of cum, it wouldn't be too soon." "I told you he was a total top, Jim," Connor tells him again, still sitting on Maury's belly. Unknowingly, Connor's hand is massaging his wet cum between Maury's hairy pecs, as his deflated cock lies still. "We can make that `our little secret', okay guys?" Suddenly, a hand rips the privacy curtain to the side. "I hope I'm not interrupting anything important?" A dreaded look crossed Jim's and Conner's face, as the doctor on staff stood there. When Maury saw their reaction he laughed, his chuckling belly stimulating Conner's bottom. "If I only had a camera!" Maury continued the onslaught of humor. "How are you doing, babe?" "Know each other I take it?" Conner inquires. Walking over to the head of the bed, the doctor bends over, sealing his goatee over Maury's lips. Ascending, Maury lets on, "Boys, meet my good friend, Dr. Hannon." "Hmm," the thirty-one year old professional comments, seeing Conner straddling his thirty-four year old friend. "And all this time I took it you were man on top, Maury." "I am." "Not from what I can see." Then, smiling an evil grin, Dr. Hannon tells Conner, "I hope you drilled him good!" Conner replies, "I had to stop because Maury was choking. That count?" He didn't answer Conner's reply. Instead, deviated to a statement to serve his own purposes. "And to think I could've worked your ass over real good, Maury." Holding his hand to his crotch, Dr. Hannon reinforced his statement. However, his real attention had been focused on the bare chest, affixed to the identity of the blond guy, still parked on Maury's bod. He helped himself to placing his hand on the side of Conner's bod, as if examing his ribs. "Solid." Reaching for Dr. Hannon's hand, he pried it from Conner's side. "Sorry, doc, but this specimen's taken!" Maury laughed his ass off, telling Hannon, "You're treading on sacred ground there, Peter." He switched his attention from Conner to Jim, stating, "He your boy?" "Boy, as in boyfriend, yes." Maury informs Hannon, "They don't play those games, Peter." "Oh really?" He reports back to Maury, rubbing a fingerful of gooey substance in between thumb and finger. "Maybe there's a chance you and I can still have some fun, huh Maury?" Mistakenly, Jim says, "Sure you could. I mean, it's not only Conner's loaded balls he made a meal of!" "Thanks, pal," Maury tells Jim, "keep talking Peter here, into using me." "Oh, don't blame the kid there, Maury. Deep down inside you I knew there had been a submissive bottom waiting to break out and bloom. Time for some cultivation, I think." "But..." Turning to walk out of the room Dr. Hannon says, "Examination concluded. I think you pass. I'll be in touch!" Maury waited til the back of the white coat had left the room "Thanks guys... thanks a lot." "Don't give us that line of crap, Maury!" Maury was taken aback, replying, "What was that, Jim?" Conner shifted his left leg back and dismounted the table. Maury's cock wasn't exactly limp. "Like Dr. Hannon said, `the submissive bottom' in you is looking to `bloom'." "That's nonsense!" Maury refuted Jim's idea. Conner stuck his two cents in, "Then why didn't you dispute the facts when Dr. Hannon presented them?" "What is this? The inquisition?" In a fit of realising the facts, Jim's hand reached out to Maury's pubes. "We don't need the inquisition. This here," Jim holds Maury's hard shaft up straight, "is all the convincing evidence any of us needs." That shut Maury up quick. An idea strikes Conner. "Hey, maybe it's fate." "Fate?" Maury asks. "Sure. The guy you've been looking for all your life, but never connected with, Maury." "Yeah sure. I'm a top, remember? So is Pete." "Remember you tasted both of our balljuices, Maury?" Both of the teens laughed. "That's different!" Maury protested. "Maury," Jim got serious, as he straightened out his tee shirt to feed his arms into, "did you ever think that maybe you could have the same pleasure, bottoming for this Dr. Hannon, like you got from us?" "No way," he still wasn't convinced, yet weak with his reply. "You really did like sucking my cock," Conner stated. "Mine too," Jim proceeded with the facts. "One of the best blow jobs I ever got, Maury, so don't tell me you didn't enjoy sucking me off." "Me too," Conner lay the facts straight with his lover. "Well, maybe." Both boys, reassembled in their rightful clothing, finishing up tucking their tee shirts into their jeans. "Think about it." "You're not leaving me, are you?" Maury said, as if he was never seeing them again. "We'll be back later. Pizza time," Jim told him. Conner joked, "If you need anything, press the little red button and Dr. Hannon will respond." "Yeah Maury. If Dr. Hannon got you stiff, who knows what effect it had on him," Jim kids. "Bring me back some pizza!" As the two left, Maury had all the time in the world to think. His free arm reached down to play with his hard cock, as his mind fantasized about stripping Dr. Hannon out of his hospital uniform. However, instead of his thoughts going to the usual, himself as the top master, he found himself stripped and on his knees in front of the handsome doctor. "Fate, huh? Hogwash!" % 7 Continued.... Copyright 2006 T. Chase McPhee This story may not be sold or made part of any collection without prior written permission.