Date: Wed, 13 Dec 2006 14:26:55 -0800 (PST) From: T. Chase McPhee Subject: NATURE COUNTRY CHRISTMAS 04 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 CHRISTMAS 04 wriTten by T. Chase McPhee % Kevin Spangler did a push up, to accomodate Michael's turning of his body, splayed, faced down, on the bed. "Whatsamatter?" "Nothing," Michael continued turning his bod, as if on a rotiserrie, "my ass feels fulfilled, but my crotch I've been grinding into the bed for the past half hour, needs some attention." Before positioning himself for a frontal workover, Kevin reaches for the `on-the'rocks' glass. "Need to get the taste outta my mouth," Kevin says. "Oh? I thought you were having rather a good time, tongue-fucking my sweet hole?" "Not bad," Kevin mentioned, after taking a swig of the JD substitute. "So, what's the deal?" Kevin held back some info. Too wisely, Michael keyed himself into it. "Oh, I get it." "Get what?" the twenty-six year old, brown eyed loverman responded, purposefully playing dumb. "Come off it. What do you want, Kev?" At the inquiry, lifting his own glass to his lips, Michael knew Kevin held back some detail. He's been in and out of bed with enough men, to know something was up. "Never mind, okay?" "Listen," Michael kept on, more in a badgering tone of voice, "we're never going to make a go at this relationship, unless we're honest with each other, so what gives?" The word, `relationship', buzzed by Kevin, stirring up a heap of thoughts. At first he thought of it as the third swig of his glass and he had to backtrack. "What a minute. Hold it... hold on. Did you say relationship?" Suddenly, Michael began to get bad vibes. "Um, yeah," he ventured to say, "yeah, relationship. Why... you?" His voice trailed off. Realizing Kevin on a different wavelength, he states, "Ohhhh, I'm really sorry. I suppose I'm reading this entirely different and...." More of an apology than true feeling, he spewed forth his words. "No, wait right there!" "What?" Michael again questioned, perplexed with where Kevin was headed with this. By now, both have sat, half lay, facing each other, in mind and body. Fear gripped Michael. For as many times it's happened, he always wound up on the wrong side of the road, left flailing, a bottle to comfort his misery, at losing the guy whom he wished would turn into more than a one night stand. "Oh forget about it. C'mon, let me do you." With his hand on Michael's torso, his head faced the direction of Michael's pubes. "Oh no you don't!" His hand, opposing Kevin's actions, gripped the hairy shoulder. "C'mon," Kevin still insisted, resisting, trying to get at Michael's stick, still hard. "Don't give me that crap. You have needs, as much as I do." "No. C'mon. I want to suck you off." "Oh yeah?" A wrestle ensued, Michael pushing Kevin down on the bed, pinning him there. He was heavier, but Kevin had worked out more, between the gym and, at times, heaving boxes from a square pallet. "Yeah," Kevin reversed the action. Flinging Michael over, onto his back, his stomach, a perfect curve, Kevin leaned in, ready to lick the tip of his cock. "That's what you think!" Seems Michael wasn't about to concede, as Kevin wound up on his back next. "Heeeey! You're hurting my legs." "Yeah. Right, Kev. I suppose you're going to next say my fat cock is choking your big dick?" True, their hard jewels pressed together, but it only added to driving them both wild. Winning out, Michael slid down enough to get his head between Kevin's legs. No more resistence was needed, as Michael engulfed his 8.5c, driving it deep into his mouth, to the back of his throat. "Ooooooooooooooooh fuckin' shit!" Voicing his opinion, Kevin's hands no longer had to be welded to the mattress. Instead, they held Michael's head, forcing the mouth closer to his wiry pubes. "Um, need some air?" Michael said, quickly coming up for a breather. His hands made the `T' sign for `Time-out'. "Ohhhh noooo...." Kevin pouted, losing the sensual feeling around his shaft. "I thought so," Michael said, sarcastically, before returning to savoring Kevin's meat. % "Oh noooooo!" "Maybe it wasn't such a good idea striking out on our own, after all," Matty held Chad's arm, as Chad held tautly onto Steve's. A chainlink of sinking feelings, stood there outside the emergency room doors, looking through the wired glass. They thought the blond, German bitch at the front desk was bad enough. When Dr. Scalia left Aidan's room, the three were treated with a tongue-thrashing. "What the fuck you three doing here... why, I'll have Wenzl's badge for..." Worse than any police sargent, Maria Scalia lashed out with fury. For once in her long, forty-something year career, someone dared to subdue her ruling arm. "For God's sake, doc," Steve dared, "don't you have a fuckin' heart?" Chad and Matty looked at each other, saying, "Uh-oh." At the same time, they stood by Steve's decision to rebuke Dr. Scalia's comments. Instead of the hammers of hell, coming up from below, reeking horror upon them, Maria embraced Steve, taking his forearms in her hands, wrestling Steve away from Chad's clutches. "C'mon, Steve. I'll fill you in." Both Chad and Matty stood there shocked. It's the first time they've witnessed Dr. Scalia backing down to anyone. "I guess she has more than courage and brains," Matty suggests to Chad. "Yeah," Chad replies, taking Matty's arm, following the two down the hallway. "Who woulda thought!" % "Are you sure Ai... Aidan is going to be alright, dad-Callan? He looked kinda squashed up. Plus, I falled... I mean fell down on him, when I tried climbing out...." "Maybe we need something to make Philip here `groggy'?" Callan suggests. "No, dad-Callan! I can be brave! You ain't gonna give me no grokky stuff, are ya Doctor Perro?" Philip meant Dr. Ron Piero, but for a young guy, putting everything into perspective, in such times, proved a tough order. "Look!" Philip bravely stole his hand out of Ron's care, "it's almost all better!" "One more jerk like that and you'll..." Dr. Piero started into Philip, but Callan rescued the moment. "Philip, you might do worse damage. Do you think you can hold your hand still for now?" Callan's charming manner wooed Philip's hand more into a state of slumber, than Ron's inability to relate to the child. After all, the doctor more, than less, had been suited to handling adults. It's rarely he catered to the younger set. "So long as you don't make me grokky." For now, Philip escaped the `groggy shot'! % "Ohhhh man does this feel soooooo, soooooo gooood!" Good thing Birdy's Cafe was closed. What a spectacle Justin and Christian would have presented. An hour ago, Michael hailed the two as a free porn delight. Now, Justin was winning out, as Christian took up the space on the wooden chair. Justin stood, hands on his naked hips, grinding forward, then in reverse, his cock moving, the gyration of his hips moving his 9.5c in and out of his now established `lover's' mouth. Between the tight lips, he pressed inward, lips traveling down the barrel, then up, pressing into the saturated, dark-haired, wiry pubes. "Oooooh...hell, yeah!" Now being brought up on such terms, Justin strayed from his snobbish upbringing, pinioned on deep, religious values, deviating from the tabu vocabulary, to express himself. "Mmhhmmuuhhhmmm...." Christian moved his head from side to side, dislodging the hard shaft. "Need a break." "Yeah... me too," Justin reported, the twenty year old arching his back. Tilting to one side, he arched his back, pressing his pelvis forward. "I thought... oh..." Christian had misread his actions, the tip of Justin's timber almost touching his lips. "I think we need to take this into more intimate quarters." If Christian was reading Justin right, that meant heading for bed. The only one available, was Michael's. Hepped up on the hard liquor, the two never thought twice of the bed being occupied, even though Kevin and Michael weren't lurking about, downstairs. On the way up the stairs, Christian missed a step, but Justin kept going. He almost got porked right there. "Oops, sorry `bout that!" "I'm not," Justin replied, a full grin spanning his face. "Yeah," Christian resigned to saying, full well knowing the value of the statement. "Ohhhhhhhnooooooo..." the two said, standing in the doorway. Kevin, by this time, his cock deeply embedded in Michael's ass crevice, turned, looking behind him, as Michael looked around the side of his legs, up in the air, attached to Kevin's shoulders. "Plenty of room, boys!" Mimicing Michael, Christian dove into the bed, his head right next to Michael. The two were no strangers in bed, yet the last time they lay there, `nothing' happened, other than sleep. When in place, the two tops began to imitate the two bottoms. "Mmmm, nice kisser you are there, Justin!" Out of the corner of his eye, even though plastered to Christian's lips, Michael watches. Even though Kevin is sunk, to the hilt, deep in his ass canal, he watches as he lays his lips on Justin, a hand serving up the twenty year old music student's chin. Immediately, Michael breaks off his love making with Christian, his hand forcing Kevin's chin away from Justin's. "Hey, what gives?" It's all Kevin can get out, as his lips are torn from Justin's, his body pulled down, in front of Michael's face. "Don't want to get you into any bad habits," Michael says after the quick kiss. Justin and Christian just gaze at each other. Christian says, "He's right!" However, Justin senses something else feeling more than `alright', as he shoves his hips forward. "Oh man... I can't hold it in any longer!" As if wanting to take a piss, Justin speeds up the fucking action. "Shit!" Kevin Spangler calls out, "they're getting ahead of us!" Then it becomes a volley, both top guys pounding theirs respective bottoms, pulling out a little, then gunning their hips, shoving their meat deep inside. "I'm almost ready to come!" What a tease Justin is, laughing in Kevin's face. Sure enough, letting out a deep groan and forcing his cock in deep, Christian feels as if his balls are getting squashed, as a torrent of cum coats the inside of his ass chute. Though, Kevin wasn't far behind, as both gutteral sounds and verbal replies from Michael signify the end of a long ass fucking. "Oh yeah........oh yeah....ooooooooh fuckin' yeah!" Michael screams out. By this time, Christians legs are spread, Justin lying on him, chest to chest. "You..." he gasps, "you came?" Answering his lover, Christian, equally out of breath, answers in the affirmative. It wasn't necessary, just a gut reaction, as Justin pulls his slimed hand from between the two. Unlike the other two, Kevin whips his cock out, shooting his load onto Michael, Michael stroking like hell, to find release. Justin and Christian watch as ropes of come shoot out in wads, landing on Michael's hairy pubes and stomach. "Oh shit!" Kevin yells, "Got you right in the chin!" It was an observation. In reality, Kevin was much too exhausted to remain upright, sandwiching both of their cum between them, as he lay on Michael, sliding to his right, off his slight protusion of belly fat. That's how it ended, in the early evening hours, the four resigning to closing their eyes and sleeping it off! % "Well, without any word, we all assumed the worst, Dr. Scalia." "I know. It's all been so hectic, what with the boys brought in, your partner and the three college boys." "And how are they doing?" "The boy in the back seat didn't have his seatbelt on, but he didn't wind up through the windshield, thank God." "Hurt bad, though?" Maria didn't want to say it. She wasn't obligated. "I'm not at liberty to say, but...." Steve could tell, by her reluctance. "Not good, eh?" "Would you like to see `your' two boys?" Chad and Matty ribbed Steve, telling him he forgot about Philip and Aidan. Sure, their curiosity had been piqued, over the fate of the three frat, but right now they had higher priorities. However, when they found their way to Aidan and Philip's hospital room, the two were fast asleep. Callan rose when the trio and Doc Scalia waltzed in. "Philip just went off. You missed him by two minutes," Callan reported. "Well, as long as we know they are doing okay," Steve replied. Immediately, he went to Aidan, his own son, first, kissing his forehead, then Philip. Chad and Matty watched. Looking upon breathing bodies, was enough of a relief. "Anything to report?" "Aidan is banged up pretty badly. He'll be complaining about a few bruises. Philip is more over-reacting. Both should be fine in the morning." Dr. Scalia checks over the charts. She notices something on Aidan's, but keeps it to herself. She decides to be the first in the room, in the morning, when the two will wake up. "Nothing more to be done, so I think you all should head home." Her words don't go over big, but Steve now runs `the ship' solo, realizing he's alone on the voyage. "You call us, Callan, if there's any change?" "I will." After Steve, Matty and Chad leave, Dr. Scalia has a chat with Callan. % As Matty drives, Chad and Steve chat, getting interrupted by Chad's cell phone. "Damn near forgot!" "What's up, Preppy?" "The church campout." "Is it tomorrow?" "Yeah. What'll we do, dad?" Again, not often heard from the older set, Steve welcomes the term of endearment, plus the opportunity to give free, fatherly advice. "You can't turn all those boys down," Steve adds. "But, what about Philip and Aidan?" "They'll be missed, but there will be other campouts," Steve answers Chad. "I suppose." Matty interjects, "We better drop your dad off and then double back to the store." "Yeah," Chad admitts, "I nearly forgot about the food. I'll call Zach and tell him to expect us." Chad hits the auto-dial on his cellphone for Barrs & Bridges. % As Zach hangs up the phone, Neil van der Beck, his twenty-seven year old lover, also a part of West Richlan's Emergency Medical Taskforce, arrives. "Busy night, I take it." "Yeah. Up on Bridges' Lane. Quite a nasty accident." "I hear Chad's dad's lover was involved and the two kids." "Yes. Did he tell you... well...." "What?" "One of the kids... he has a problem with one of his legs." "No. Chad didn't mention it." "Did he talk with the doctor on duty? Dr. Scalia?" "I think." "Then she must've mentioned the boy's leg." "Which one?" "The left." "No, I mean which boy?" "Oh. The older one. Aidan, I believe his name is." "What about him?" Zach questions. "They're hoping it's only broke, but the kid didn't have any pain," Neil reported. "Well, that's good." "No, you're not getting me here, Zach. What I mean is there's no feeling and..." "Chad didn't mention anything of the sort." "I believe they just found out. After they left, they did some quick testing." "And?" "Like I said," Neil reaffirmed his statement. Even though it's not about either of them, Zach still feels for his closest friend, Chad. He gives Neil a firm hug. "He's going to be devastated. They all are." "Well, we shouldn't be jumping to conclusions, at this point." "No, but it doesn't sound good." "It might be something temporary. In the morning they'll find out more." "I'll say an extra prayer for them." "Why, Zach, I didn't know you were a religious man!" "Would it make a difference, if I were?" "No." Neil goes on to explain, "I think there are times when it comforts a person to know there's a being greater than us. Especially in times like these." "Then you believe, also?" "I don't think I've ever contested the thought." Zach smiled. He liked keeping Neil on the edge. "C'mon. Help me lock up." "You bet!" It wasn't only the prospect of securing the store which excited Neil! % As Steve returned home, he parked the car, head falling to the steering wheel, reflections of the way life used to be. Then, looking up at the home, ruled by their paired hands, he felt better. Then his sorrow came back, like a slap in the face. "Dammit!" If he thought about it, hitting the steering wheel with his fist wouldn't have made a difference in the manner of thinking taking over his mind, body and soul. It wasn't only his soulmate, but also the children making him feel like shit. "What now?" He thought, as a pair of headlights shone through the back window, bouncing off the rear view mirror. Slowly, his thoughts focused to the dark, the front of the driveway lit by only a dim bulb, above the garage opening. He hadn't seen his son, Sean, in a dog's age. Quickly, exiting the vehicle, he ran for the back of his car, scooping him up in his arms. "Ooooooh son..." "Sorry about everything," his partner, Jacq said. Putting them both in his grasp, Jacq added to the loving gesture of father and son. "This is only the second time I've heard you cry, dad." "I know things will turn out... fine," Jacq fished for the right word. "I know," Steve replied, still tearful. Arm over arm, Sean walked Steve into the house. Waiting, were the other boys, getting up off their butts, wanting of good news. "What's the word, dad," Denis, the oldest, next to Sean, asks. "Things look g-good." Maybe Steve fooled the rest, but his answer didn't sit right with Denis, nor eighteen year old Mark Barr, with whom he exchanged glances with. Unfortunately, the feeling spread like wildfire. They all then began to gang up on poor Steve. "What's wrong, Dad?" "Nothing." "How's Phil and Aidan?" Eric questioned. Suddenly a barrage of questioning shot forth. Jacq lent a hand in answering. "I think we'll all have a clearer picture tomorrow morning." "Jacq is right," Sean added. "Isn't it time for bed?" "We're not going to school tomorrow." The concensus seemed to favor playing hooky. As if the dad, Sean takes over. "Just cut the crap and get upstairs and get ready?" "You're not our dad," Denis complained. "Quit giving me a hard time and get upstairs?" As if the dad, Denis huffed, but did what was told. He directed the lot, "C'mon, guys." Like a posse, the boys followed Denis upstairs. Tom complained, "But it's only 8:30!" Jacq offered, "I'll do some followup." Treating the boys if they were two years old and knowing it, Jacq says, "If your good boys, I'll read you a bedtime story." At least he broke the ice, maintaining some cool. Mark answers, "Whoopie-do," sarcastically. It earns him a hand-rubbing, Jacq also commenting, "What have they been feeding you?" True, over the past year, Denis and Mark turning eighteen, has made them shoot up, leading the rest of the clan. Unintentionally, as Jacq waited in the hallway, he had some recollections of his own growing up. Seemingly, like Denis, as the blonde teen strolled down the hallway, toweled waist, eyeing up the darked, fuzzy navel-trail, okaying Denis' questioned, `take a shower?', he made a quick flashback to his own teen years. He smiled. Not for Denis' benefit, but his own, recollecting the excitement of seeing the first hair coming in on his chest. Denis called back to Jacq, cracking a smile, "Pervert!" % Downstairs, in the kitchen, Steve went for the coffee maker. "I'll make fresh," Max offered. "I saw Berk at the hospital." "He got called in right after the accident occured. Says the three boys are in stable condition. Unfortunately, he thinks charges will be brought against them; DWI." "Due to their stupidmindedness...." "C'mon dad," Sean rubbed his dad's shoulder, "don't put yourself through this." He calmed down, but then brought up the misery again. "Doc Scalia thinks there could be something wrong with Aidan's legs." "What did she say?" Max inquires. "Something about not feeling them." "Did she say `definitely' Aidan had no feeling?" Sean asks. "Well, not exactly." "Then I don't think we should read into things." "You're right, son." Looking up at Sean, Steve can't believe how grown up he is acting. More like an equal, than a twenty-three year old. Sean gets off the subject, saying, "I'm heading into my second semester." However, the mention of the college brings the subject back round. "Any of them boys in your classes?" 'Stubborn', Sean thinks, but answers, "No. I know one of the guys though." "Which one?" Steve inquires. "I heard Jacq mention a `Pete Benson', um, well..." Entering the room, Jacq says, "I think we can resurrect the name, even though we've talked this out." "How are the boys?" Steve asks of the other six. "Bedtime stories are for kids," Jacq states, exactly what the teens told him. Accidentally, a slip of the tongue, he says, "that Dennis and Mark too, are sure getting..." he almost says `built', but alludes to, "older." It's no secret to Steve how almost nightly, Denis and Mark parade through the hallway, in their briefs, or the nude. He smiles, taking the edge off of the night. "So, you want to know about Pete Benson, do you?" "Sean says he knows him." Jacq wouldn't have brought it up, only it would become a good diversionary tactic, to get Steve's mind off of Barry and the kids. "Sean?" Taking a cup of java, being handed out by Max, Jacq takes a seat at the table. "I just want you to know, we both," Sean means he and Jacq, "have agreed to bury this." "I don't want to bring about any hard feelings," Steve suggests. "No, it's okay. It happened at the beginning of the semester." Sean went on to tell how Pete Benson, an eighteen year old college freshman, seduced him in the college library, took him back to his dorm, wooed him into his bed, made love to him, then kicked him out. "Son-of-a-bitch!" Steve made answer. "Yeah," Sean answered. "I hope you let him have it," Steve posed to Jacq. "We've talked about it. I think we have made an understanding. Sometimes suggestion can be a mighty tool." "There's more." "Oh?" Jacq was wondering if Sean would bring up the other circumstance. Standing, Sean began to unbutton his shirt. Letting it fall off his shoulders, he turned. "Shit!" Steve looked upon Sean's back, three welts across it, dividing it into three parts. "He do that to you?" "Yeah, but it's my own fault." "Didn't I tell you...." "I know what I did, dad. It's my own fault. I don't need a lecture, okay?" Pretty much the same thing occured when Jacq questioned Sean about the whipping he took across his back. He states, "Oh, it was a lot worse than this, Steve." "What?" Steve's aghast, then warns, like the twenty other times, "I told you this bdsm stuff would catch up to you!" "I know, dad." Breaking in, Jacq says on Sean's behalf, "We've been through it, Steve. This time Sean has learned from his mistake. Believe you me, it looks a hundred times better than it did then." "Why didn't you tell me, son?" "Because.. because, dad... I-I-I have my own life to live now." Sean flaps his shirt back up over his shoulders, buttoning it down, closing up the gap over the brown stomach trail and chest fur. "Well, I hope you learned your lesson," Steve says, like he hasn't said it before? For now, it was enough said. Neither went into telling about what happens when Sean gets a craving for the bdsm action, of how they take it to the basement! % Copyright 2006 T. Chase McPhee This story may not be sold, nor made part of any collection, without prior consent from the author.