Date: Thu, 18 May 2006 14:25:02 -0700 (PDT) From: T. Chase McPhee Subject: Nature Country 08 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" 08 wriTten by T. Chase McPhee % "You seem tense," Steve remarked to Barry. In the comfort of their bedroom, Steve rubbed his lover's shoulders, through the same sweat shirt he grabbed this afternoon, dealing with Tom and Eric and their dilemma. "I just want to get a hot shower and hit the sack." "No nookie?" Steve half-kidded. "Except for the oral workover," Barry added, tapping Steve on the cheek with his hand. That cheered Steve up, yet he still wanted a recap of the day's events. He followed Barry into the jon, as he stripped his sweat shirt. Even though one of the many times, Steve treated it like the first, eyeing up that hot, bear bod. Before Barry could make it to the faucets, Steve's arms overtook him. "Mmmmm... you smell soooooo nice, Beary." "I smell like a pig, Steve!" Still it didn't shake Steve loose. "I could eat you all in one bite, Beary." "I'd prefer little licks." Seeing that Barry still lacked enthusiasm, Steve broke his body hold. The couple set about loosening their pants, stripping down. Barry adjusted the faucets, streaming the water down behind the sliding glass doors. "Let's take a bath?" Steve slid his hand in the crevice between the glass door and wall, changing over the rain to a flash flood, pulling the stop up. "Okay," came the single reply from his lover. As tradition, bathing for an hour or so, Steve sat down in the three inches of water. He reached for the bottle of shampoo, which doubled as zillions of bubbles. One squirt developed enough bubble to cover the dark mass of pubic hair, underwater. "Having fun?" Steve looked up to see his lover's hairy mass, from neck to navel and beyond. Barry's 9c lay in a bed of black, kinky brown hair, his ample endowed sacs below the base, looking as if halved by his flopping shaft. "A little closer," Steve coaxed. Setting the shampoo bottle in the corner of the bathtub, Steve leaned forward, doing a pushup with his arms. Opening his mouth, he cupped his lips halfway up the organ. "Oooooooooooooh," Barry let out, as Steve slipped back into the tub, his lips traveling down the barrel. "A taste of what's to come!" Steve remarked, grinning. "More like torture, Steve." "You just wait til my tongue is massaging that later. Now that'll be sweet torture, Beary!" What came next, was torture for Steve. As Barry turned to settle himself down in the tub, Steve stare point blank at the hairy ass crevice. He licked his lips, only to face disappointment. Giggling, Barry sensed enjoyment out of Steve's grief, saying, "Now you know how it feels, Steve, but don't worry. I'll let you tongue fuck my ass all you want, later." Steve could settle for that, as once again his arms formed around his lover, settled in, between legs. By now the zillions of bath bubbles had multiplied into the bazillions. Steve cupped both hands, bringing the white foam to Barry's chest. "Oooooh that feels soooooo nice, Steve." Closing his eyes, as if feeling his cock worked over, orally, Barry leaned back. His cheek fell to the side of Steve's head. The moment began to get serious, as one hand reached to the side of Barry's face, shifting his lips into kissing position. Steve figured Barry had finally settled into a lover's mood. "Don't you want to hear about the boys?" Came out of their romantic kiss. "Um, sure," Steve lied. However, it hadn't completely slipped Steve's mind. He did have a great concern for all of the boys, combined from their partnership. His hands went back to scooping up bubbly water and letting it run in between the myriads of bear hair. "Mike Green was so nice and understanding," Barry started out. "I figured he would be. That's the kind of man he is." "To me, yes, but a bit more stern with Tom and Eric, which I was hoping he would be." "No kidding, drugs are a serious matter with guys of any age." "Right and if we can get to Tom and Eric now, it'll save us all some grief later on." "So, what did Mike suggest?" "Put the boys through the ringer, I tell you." "Oh? How's that go?" "Treated them as if they had been brought in on criminal charges. Of course I trust Mike and let him take the boys and show them how criminals are processed." "Did he fingerprint them?" "Yes, but gave them a copy of their prints, instead of handing them over to data entry." "Sounds cool." Barry smiled. Being a high school teacher, he realizes how Steve has picked up on the modern teen lingo. "Yes. I sat there for the whole night, but it was worth it." "The boys got a lot out of their visit to the precinct, I take it?" "Yeah and, me too!" "Oh?" "They brought this guy in, with cuffs for being drunk." "Anybody we know?" Barry grinned. "Nooooo way! Who?" "Hey, he was astounded as me, Steve, when I looked up and saw Riley Sanchez hauling a barechested Terrence Beethoven in." "Terrence?" Steve exclaimed, his hands suddenly stopping their pleasuring of Barry's pecs. "Yep. I was as surprised as you." "What happened? They book him? He in big trouble? You're not going to fire him, are you?" Barry couldn't get a word in edgewise for the moment, letting Steve do some interrogations, plus waiting for Steve to stop splashing the water around in the tub, as he conducted his hands, in time with his astonishment. "Calm down, Steve. It was all a little misunderstanding. Terrence just had a few too many beers and the disagreement got a little out of hand." "I really feel for Terrence. He's too good a man to..." "I know, but listen." Steve settled down. "They didn't book him, not even charge him with anything." "Whew!" "Yes. I guess you can say that the right person was in the right place, at the right time, even though apparently Terrence hadn't been." "You?" "No. Rick Angelozzi." "Who?" "Remember the FBI man that investigated the torching of Juan's and Miguel's home?" "Mmmm, do I remember... Tall, good looking Italian stud?" "That's him." "So what happened?" "Terrence was in a bar and this band of motorcyclists came in. Out of towners. Well, you know Terrence, his big, beefy build attracts any guy." "Like some bear I know?" Barry smiled, then carried on, "Well it seems that Rick spotted Terrence and the three motorcycle dirt bags come out of Wakefield's, turn the corner and head towards the alley. "Shit, no!" "Yeah. So, Rick watched until they had disappeared, then went to investigate. Riley was still in the donut shop, but he felt he shouldn't wait." "Smart move, considering it looked to be three on one." "Yeah," Barry giggled, instead of showing concern. "What's so funny?" "When Rick got to the alley, Terrence had all three on the ground." "No shit?" "Yeah. It had only been like three minutes." "That's a minute a piece." "When Rick asked what happened, Terrence kind of slurred his words, but said something to the effect that the three had been out to work him over, but the dirt bags had had their fill of beer, plus did some meth." "Drugs?" "Yes. So, even though Terrence's shirt got ripped to shreds and taken a couple of punches to the gut..." "Like it phased his ripped abs?" "You want to hear the story?" "Go ahead," Steve replied, even though his cock, under Barry's butt, started to twitch. "So Rick, seeing that Terrence had the dirt bags flat-lined, ran back to the cruiser, got his partner and hauled them all in." "But that doesn't explain why Terrence had the bracelets on." "On yeah," Barry let another giggle, "being a little tipsy, Terrence mistook Rick's uniform for the leather outfit one of the dirt bags had on. He took a swing at him." "Oh my!" Steve replied. "Yeah. I mean, Rick knew Terrence didn't mean it." "So why did they cuff him?" "Kind of `show'. They didn't want the motorcycle dudes thinking he was getting away with anything. I mean, if Rick didn't personally know Terrence, he could've been in big trouble." "Wait. You just mentioned Rick knowing Terrence personally?" "Oh, that's the rest of what I found out. Hee hee... and I thought it was going to be another boring night!" "Now that hurt, Barry." "You mean because I'm sitting on it, Steve?" Steve splashed tub water in Barry's face. "You know what I mean." Easing off, Steve asked, "But tell me about Terrence and Rick." "Sometime after the FBI's investigation, Rick Angelozzi had been talking with Pastor Jack. Terrance happened to be present. Later, Pastor Jack asked Terrance if he picked up on Rick scanning his body." "I think I get the connection, Beary." "One thing led to the next and soon they hooked up." "But wait. Rick is FBI." "Not so. Seems that Rick and Terrence got serious enough to make Rick consider leaving the agency and wanting to park himself in the community." "How sweet." "Yeah, so he took a position with the WRPD. It worked out though, because Riley Sanchez was minus a partner." "I bet he's not complaining." "Like I said, Rick and Terrence are partnered." "You didn't say that," Steve nicely ridiculed Barry. This time Steve got the wave of bubble bath water over his head. "C'mon. Let's get out. I need some relaxation." Steve couldn't wait, watching that wet, hairy ass rise up in front of him. % "Feel good, Preppy?" "You damn well know it does!" With his hand holding down Chad's cock, the hard, 9c shaft to blond pubes, Matty lifted his smooth left orb and with precision pulled it in his mouth. Inside, Chad went through miserable ecstasy, as his lover rounded the outer sac over and over. "Oooooooooooh," Chad sighed. "It's not gonna be long, tonight." "Hot!" Matty muffled. He didn't have to say it, only think it, knowing that soon Chad's nine inch nail would be hammering away at his chute. After being together for about a year, Chad has discovered only recently how tremendously stimulating it is for Matty, to rub his hands over his dark, hairy pecs, then center his thumbs over his nips and rotate them in circles, as if massaging. "Feel good?" Chad asks, doing just that. "Mmm... sure does," He replies, spitting out the orb, going for the other, dry one. "I didn't try this. Maybe you'll like this, too!" Matty keeps on sucking his delicious meal, as Chad begins to lightly mash Matty's nips in between his thumbs and fingers. "Ooooooooh!" Matty reacts. All at once, he loosens the golfball sized grape from his mouth and sits up on his knees, dropping his head back. "Just remember you did that and not me," Chad says, as Matty's nips pull from his hands. "Felt damn hot!" "Must've," Chad comments. Matty bends to a forwards position, his chest near where Chad's hands rest on his own stomach, feeling his navel. He spots his target. "Like, we all have our sensitive spots, eh Preppy?" Chad looks down his lighly haired, blond chest, down the scattered stomach trail, then feels before seeing, his lover's tongue dive into his navel. "Ooooooooooooooh," Chad sighs, parking his head deep into the pillow. As if sucking his cock, Chad fondles Matty's head of hair, maybe straining to push it down, to get his tongue deep into his bellyhole. Not a new thing, Matty knows what turns Chad on. The licking around the deep depression, is foreplay to his tongue digging deeper, to the bottom. Some nights the navel sensitivity is relaxed, but not tonight. Lying down, his chest flat against Chad's leaking hose, he feels the pre-wetness integrate with his own hairy chest, as he decides to extend Chad's navel pleasuring. Taking the lip of his innie between his teeth, he bites along it's edge, not taut enough to hurt, only to sensitize. He continues rounding, then doubling back, as Chad's sounds of immense pleasure keep him on target. At the same time, Matty can feel Chad's pulsations against his own chest, sure to come out of this with leakage dotting his hairy pecs. "Oooooh that feels sooooo good... but..." It's not that Chad like... doesn't appreciate all the stimulation, but his cock is telling him `its time'! Like a gypsy reading a palm, Matty senses it too. As a last effect, pushing up from Chad's bod, he holds a layer of navel skin in between his teeth, stretching it out. "Ooooooooooh.......oooooooh.....ooooooh shit!" Chad cries out, in pain and pleasure. "Do me, Preppy!" Matty sounds off, releasing the navel area from it's mouth bondage. In the process of changing places, Matty exclaims, "You left teeth marks!" "That's what you say everytime. Let's get on with it, Preppy," Matty complains in retro. Crashing into the bed, Matty picks his legs up, props his hands under his thighs. Kneeling, Chad focuses on the target, his hand keeping his already firm shaft in hard consistency. Leaning in, his hand as a guide, Chad moans out loud, as his shaft tip leads the way. Using Matty's legs as a counterbalance, he forces his way deep and fast. "OOoooooh...take it fuckin'........" Matty complains, until he immediately feels his ass chamber full, "easy..." too late. With the warmth surrounding his fucking tool, Chad presses his glutes together, holding the position, taking it in, in retrospect. It doesn't last though, as Chad senses the need for a shaft massage. % "I'm sorry I wasn't into it, Barry." "Yeah, I know. Seems like we both jumped out of the tub all warm and ablaze and then... poof!" "Happens." "I know," Barry agrees, kissing Steve. One arm around his lover, Barry lays there, as Steve plays with the immense covering of chest fur, twirling it around his finger in the dark. Suddenly there comes a knock at their door. "Hey dads?" "Yes?" Barry answers for the two. "Scruffy has to go out." "I'll do it," Steve volunteers. "No, I will. My turn," Barry tells him. "I'll come with you." Barry then tells Philip, "We'll be out in a second, son." "Thanks dad." As agreed, when Scruffy needs to go out, way after sundown, the boys are relinquished of the duty. The dads set up a system where the boys knock at the door, wait, open it slightly for communication, then leave Scruffy, leashed to the doorknob. The system has worked beautifully, even with Scruffy thinking it a good idea. In no time, the dads are suited up in sweat clothes. "Don't forget the keys this time?" Steve reminds Barry, even though the two are going out. "Hee heee.... yeah. I'll never forget that ordeal." "How was I to know you weren't a robber climbing in the window?" "You could've broken my back bringing the window down like that Steve." "Not to mention a good cock sucking position?" Barry ignored Steve's remark. It was history, but he didn't really mind the joking around either. % Continued.... Copyright 2006 T. Chase McPhee This story may not be sold or made part of any collection without prior written permission.