Date: Sat, 16 Dec 2006 19:47:58 -0800 (PST)
From: T. Chase McPhee <survivalgame@yahoo.com>
Subject: NATURE COUNTRY CHRISTMAS 05

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
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Sexual safety matters. Remember guys, this is fiction.
In real life, use protection.

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NATURE COUNTRY CHRISTMAS 05
wriTten by T. Chase McPhee

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"Quick! What time is it?"

Michael, first to wake, after Justin, looks to the
night stand.

"Seven-o'eight, to be exact."

"C'mon Chris! We've gotta go!"

"Wha-ere?" the lazy question came.

Arm already in the shirt, Justin replies, "Choir
practice! We can't miss this one, three weeks from
Christmas!"

"Um, that would be my shirt you've got on?"

Standing in front of him, Justin eyes Kevin Spangler's
nude frame, from goatee on down to his crusty pubes.

"Un... yeah, okay."

He starts to take it off.

"They're downstairs. Remember?" Christian asks,
sitting at the side of the bed.

"But it looks like it could fit?" Kevin suggests.

Justin refitted his arms back into the sleeves.

"Hmm... nice build," Justin says, then hastily fastens
buttons, measuring the chest and belly covering close
to his own size.

"Keep it," Kevin says, lying back down.

Having been in this bed before, in this very room,
Christian already knows where everything is. In the
bureau, he finds a pair of briefs, tossing a pair of
the tightey whities to Justin.

"Here, catch!"

"Hey, wait a minute now!"

Michael jumps up, defending the depletion of his stock
on briefs.

"Pew! This place reeks!"

"Really, Michael," Kevin digs, "some homemaker you're
going to be!"

Michael's memory darts back to last night, about
mentioning the relationship thing. The subject goes
right over Justin and Christian's head, as they fight
to become the first through the door, Justin winning
out. Or was it Christian let him?

"Now, what was that you said?"

Lying back down in bed, Michael pulls the sheet up
over the two of them.

"Oh nothing."

Fears grips Michael. `Another one-night-stand', he
presupposes.

"I just thought if I was going to move in with you
here."

"Move in?"

"If it's alright."

"If it's alright? You bet it's alright."

Michael then rejoices.

"Your damn right it's alright! Cool!"

"Cool? Isn't thirty-one years old a little `too old'
for `cool'?"

"Take your pick. All I know is, it's damn good."

"I know."

Kevin picked up on Michael's ecstatic behavior the
minute he mentioned shacking up. Pressing Michael's
back to the mattress, pinning him down, he began some
sweet necking. Michael's worries dissipated.

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Somewhere, in Barry's mind, like hiccups, the same
vision occured over and over. While running alongside
a dark forest, beyond stood a meadow of green, pink
with flowers. A faint voice could be heard, that of
his lover, calling to him. In between, two children's
voiced pierced the air. Suddenly, one voice was heard,
loudly, standing there with him.

"Dad," it was Philip, "you've got to come back out to
the meadow. Dad-Steve can't hear you from in here."

Suddenly, Aidan spoke up, "Dad-Barry, you've got to
come out of the forest or dad won't be able to see
you."

Looking down, at the two angelic presences, he saw at
the top of two white, flowing gowns.

More unsure than two boys, walking an unknown forest,
Barry replies, "But I can't find my way."

First one hand, touched Barry's right hand. A cold
chill left him immediately. The touch of Philip to his
left hand made his body lurch towards the sun, away
from the dark, dismal forest.

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"Yo, dad!"

"What?" Steve said.

"Are you hard?"

"Hard?"

"See," Sean mentions to Max and Jacq, "told you he's
not paying attention."

"No, wait," Steve went right on, "I saw something."

"Then you `were' paying attention. You pictured in
your mind Pete Benson, stripped down?"

"No. No joke. I... we... I saw Barry. He's trying to
get to me."

Of course they all thought poor Steve was going half
crazy out of his gourd!

Except Jacq, the shrink of the family.

"Wait!"

They waited while Steve ran to the back door, threw it
open and listened to the slight breeze.

"Um, you okay dad?"

"Now I am. He's back!"

"Who's back?" Sean questioned his dad, hand on his
shoulder.

"Barry."

"Barry?" Sean asked, not getting it.

However, Jacq, the well-seasoned professional of
psychiatry, wasn't a stranger to the behavior Steve
was experiencing.

"I believe your father has experienced and
`out-of-body' experience, hence him missing every word
you said about your night with Pete Benson."

"Not only that," Max summises, "he's the only one not
stiff!"

"Max, you dog," Sean accuses.

"It's true."

"Not," Sean went to point out, his cock still soft in
it's pouch.

The thoughts of Pete Benson, fucking over Sean flew
right over Steve's head. Right now, the only thing
concening him was that of his lover and Jacq's
explanation.

"I've got to get to the hospital."

"I'll drive," Jacq suggests.

"You don't believe this stuff, do you Sean?" Max asks,
on the tails of Steve, Sean and Jacq.

"If it will make Barry wake up, be himself, then `I
do'!"

"Cool! Outer body experience huh? Hmm...."

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"I'm sooooo, soooo sorry," Justin greeted the first
couple of choir members.

Camped out in their cars for all of five minutes,
Justin greeted the first couple of choir members, a
soprano and baritone. Fortunately for Justin, he was
well liked, almost to the point of sainthood. He was
not only good at playing the organ in bed. While on
the bench, in church, his fingers on the keyboard and
feet on the pedals, showed the choir, rector and
church members he really knew his stuff. Along with
organist, Justin was an expert song-meister. Christian
claimed he could not sing a note, but by unanimous
vote, he was annexed to the baritone section of the
choir. His own vote didn't count. He wanted to see the
rules, spelling out all these sanctions. However, soon
he warmed up to the lot, getting much needed support.

"Hey, you can sing really well!"

"You're kidding. I didn't know I could even sing!"

Smiling, Christian caught Antonio's eye. Both
exchanged the fluttering of eyebrows. Both got the
same impression. Well, it was tough to hide
Christian's sexual orientation, being in the company
of Justin. Plus, Justin never had to hide his identity
of being gay, in the first place. Antonio had always
hoped, unlike a Beethoven symphone, their little
`after-choir-practice' interlude never developed.

To be sure, Christian asks, "Um, are you... um..."

It's a tricky question to ask, when you're not sure,
but maybe seem to be sure.

"Yeah. I am!" Antonio replies, giggling.

Christian blushed, as the five foot, ten inch tall
Latino filled him in. But, he never made Christian
feel awkward. Instead, went on to introduce himself.

"By the way, I'm Antonio Rodriquez," the handshake
came his way.

"Christian Houtenjik," Christian offered the same.

"Lucky man that Justin is."

"Thanks."

`For a change', Christian thought, `a man not out to
get in my pants', meaning the `type', not literally.

"So, you sing tenor?"

"That's why I'm in the tenor section!" Antonio states,
joking.

The two giggle lightly.

"Hey, you two back there," Justin calls out, "stop
having fun!"

Of course, the comment starts the rest of the choir
laughing. With an upper hand and a loud chord to the
piano, Justin has everyone back in sync.

"Let's start at letter `C'. Alto's on the C#, leading
into D major."

"Geesh, I didn't know he knew all about music, like
`this' much," Christian remarks to Antonio.

"Oh yeah. He's great. He's helped me come so far."

"Cum?"

Again, Antonio and Chrisitian are `threatened' again
with having `too much fun'!

"We better behave or we'll get thrown out!"

"He wouldn't do that, would he?"

Antonio says, "Not you. You've got it in good, with
`the director'!"

Apparently not, as the backlash came, "One more time
and you guys are `excommunicated'!"

Of course, the pointing of the finger, at the
twenty-one and twenty-three year olds was meant to
incriminate, but `nicely'. During the rest of the
rehearsal, the two behaved, Christian finding he
really enjoyed Antonio's presence. The joke cracking
continued, subtlely.

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Fortunately for Steve and the bunch, Hans Wetzl wasn't
on duty. Always sympathetic to a cause, Callan's bud,
Angelo, manned the desk, not minding the Christmas
holiday overtime!

"When I look `that' way," he pointed towards the
cafeteria, "you guys head `that' way," Angelo thumbed
over his left shoulder.

All Steve could care about was getting to Barry's
room. The other three got a little jolt out of
Angelo's joking manner, but he would have to do some
fibbing. Steve ran right around the desk, nonstop, for
the path to Barry's room.

"Ste-Steve?"

"I came as soon as you called."

"I'll be!" Max called out, as they entered the room,
seeing Barry alert.

"This `sharing of dreams' stuff is true!" Sean said,
in amazement.

Jacq smiled, half from their astonishment, the rest
for them doubting him. Of course, like the others,
they were overjoyed at Barry's recognition.

"Sean, want to give Chad a call? I'm sure he will want
to know."

"Oh shoot!" Max shouted out. "We've left the rest of
the troops home without a sitter!"

True, they lit out of the house so quickly, they
neglected to think about the rest of the Clark-Barr
clan.

"Visiting hours are ov--- oh, it's you!"

Entering the room, in his fully attired police
uniform, Berk Hewsen entered.

"Cool!" Max called out.

"You're glad to see me?" Berk questioned, then
remarked, "Me too... glad to see you."

"Are you off duty yet?"

"Yes." Berk sensed a reason for the asking, so probed,
"why?"

"We've gotta get home."

On the way out, Max explained further. Meanwhile, in
the room, Barry had already gone into detail over his
weird dream.

"Then, Philip and Aidan touched your hands?"

"Yes," Barry said, looking to Sean and Jacq.

He wondered how come Steve knew so much. Jacq filled
him in, til Steve took over.

"Then they led you out of the dark forest, into the
light. You ran through the meadow and connected with
me."

"Yes," Barry said. "Remarkable! That's exactly what
happened in my dream. Our boys," the recollection made
them all feel good, "led me back to you."

"Right," Sean replied, "dad couldn't shut up while we
drove here."

Jacq added, "He kept over and over on the details. I
don't think I'll ever forget it."

"Me neither," Sean comments. "I think I'll remember
this dream more than my own!"

"What about the one where...  never mind."

They smiled when Sean states, "Well, except `that'
one!"

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"I don't believe Zach didn't stay open for us."

"Sure. I bet I know `who' got him sidetracked," Matty
says.

"Well, it's good to see Zach happy. He's been in and
out of love more times than fish trying to avoid a
baited hook!"

"Neil does look like his type."

"Oh? How's that go?"

"Not much different than you."

"Me?"

"Yeah. Just like my preppy."

Chad was anxious to get the foodstuffs for the weekend
camping trip together and head for home, but he didn't
turn down Matty's embrace, face to face.

"Yeah," Chad says, joking, "Blond, tall, dark and
handsome, like me!"

"If I didn't know it was the truth, I'd accuse you of
being vain."

"Mmmmm.... would love to have some more of that lip
action, but..."

"I know. Work before play."

Suddenly they heard a knock at the front door.

"We saw the light on!"

"What are you doing out at this time of the night?"
Chad asks.

Maury Passat leans between Jim and Connor, saying,
"Little boys need their medicine. Got any Dr. Pepper?"

Smirking, Chad looks to the two teens, saying, "Help
yourself. It's on the house."

Jim asks, "Same with the pizza?"

Matty breaks loose a cart from the rows, lined up
inside for tomorrow's business.

"Hmm.... we should shop more often after hours!" Maury
jokes.

Almost as Chad is about to answer, his cell phone
rings.

"Excuse me."

Taking it on the side, he talks excitedly, as the
conversation with Max progresses. In the meantime,
another visitor shows up.

"Problem here, professor?"

"No problem, officer."

Friends forever, it seems, Reilly Sanchez gives Maury
a big hug.

Before they get down to real business, Riley pops his
usual question, "Any bdsm fun lately?"

"Not much since I inherited these teenagers!"

"Nothing much stays a secret in this town. So, how are
Jim and Connor getting it on?"

"Actually, I shouldn't complain. They're really making
me feel young again."

"Hmm... looks like they've done something for your
waistline, eh?"

"You think so?" Maury says, pulling up his small gut,
as if to look lower.

Suddenly Chad breaks in, hurrying his words, "I gotta
go! We gotta go!"

"What's up?" Riley interrogates him.

"It's my dad. Steve. They don't know exactly. He just
decided to `wake up'." Then, in a booming voice, Chad
grabs the mic at the service counter, yelling, "Matty!
Get your ass up front! Pronto!"

Reilly says to Maury, "I guess we know who wears the
pants in this family!"

"Yeah."

Waiting for Matty, the professor and the cop look Chad
up and down, as if for the first time.

"Want an escort?"

Chad thanks Reilly a million times, for the thought.

"What about the food for the church campout?"

It takes Matty thirty seconds to point out the two
pallets to Maury. Connor and Jim don't mind letting
the pizza thaw out while they load up Maury's truck.
Riley wouldn't mind helping, only he wanted to make
sure Chad and Matty got to the hospital quick and
safely. He also thought about the `escort'.

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"So, Beary," Steve used the endearing namesake,
smiling, "on a scale of one to ten, how do you feel?"

"Like shit!"

Sean asks, "Does that fall somewhere between nine and
ten?"

"Less."

"It's just good to see you wide awake and talking."

"You gave the us and the boys quite a scare."

"Philip!" Barry answers Steve. "Here I am thinking
about myself.  What of?"

He prepared himself for the worst, but Steve smiled as
he gently squeezed his lover's hand. The outcome of
Aidan's injuries bothered him the most, but he knew
Barry wanted word of his own son, too.

"Philip is doing fine. You know, he's being heralded
as quite the hero, by folks."

"By folks?"

"Sure. You know how news travels here in these parts."

"Bad news, sure," Sean interrupts.

"You don't know how the waiting room spilled out into
the parking lot, what with the school board, fellow
teachers and students arriving in droves."

Barry smiled, then held a subdued look.

"Something wrong?" Jacq asks, getting up from the
spare chair.

"Yes. Here I am worried about me and I haven't asked
about Aidan. Y'know the kids didn't have their belts
on. I could kick myself for not bothering...."

"Barry, it's not your fault. You had no idea three
drunk boys would be..."

"Oh and how are they?"

"Better than..."

Steve almost let the news out. It had troubled him
since he left the hospital. He put up a good show, but
couldn't suppress his feelings now. Especially since
it showed.

"C'mon... c'mon," Barry badgered his lover.

Jacq offered, "I think we should be going."

It was a ploy to leave the two alone. Both Jacq and
Sean knew they couldn't leave without their passenger.

"My dad looks kind of broken up. Just how bad is
Aidan. I thought both boys pulled through this okay."

"I thought Steve was putting up a good act," Max says

"You knew my dad was trying to hide something?" Sean
questioned his lover.

"It comes with years of practice."

"So how bad off do you think my bro is?"

"Maybe we can snoop around," Jacq suggests.

First off was passing by the janitor's closet.

"Did you hear something?" Jacq asks, grinning.

"Yeah, but it's Aidan I'm more concerned about."

Right now, two guys mutually sharing, in the janitor
closet, didn't phase Sean.

"Sorry, hon. Bad judgement on my part."

Sean smirked, putting his hand behind Jacq's back,
rubbing it, smoothing things over.

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"Heave ho... heave ho!"

"I take it back."

"Take what back?" Maury questions Jim.

"The things he said," Connor answers for him, "about
you getting fat."

"Me getting fat? And when was this?"

Jim looks to Connor, scolding, "Thanks a lot."

Connor shrugs his shoulders.

"I'd like to tell you boys that I was slinging bales
of hay before you two were born!"

Maury lifts a sack of potatoes.

"Ouch! I think I pulled something."

"Not to mention putting a few dents in the potatoes?"
Connor jokes.

"Sure. You care so much about the potatoes, you
take'em!"

Heaving the bag to Connor, the blond teen falls
backwards, right onto a pallet of Corn Flakes.

"Well, there goes this weekend's breakfast!" Jim
states.

"You're in good shape," Maury says, sarcastically.

Offering a hand to Connor, he pulls him up.

"Doesn't matter if they're all broke," Maury tells
them, "kids get so excited on campouts they'll eat
them like they were crispy-sized."

"How would you know?" Jim asks.

"Yeah," Connor joins in on the questioning, "you some
Boy Sprout or something?"

"I was a Cub Scout once. Why, I had my first bdsm
experience as a young teen."

"Bdsm? As a cub? This I gotta hear."

Nonchalantly, as the trio takes time out, Maury grabs
three bottles of Stewart's root beer from a shelf.

"Here, catch!" After Connor catches the bottle
perfectly, Maury tells him, "Stick to bottles. They're
lighter than bags!"

"Oh sure," Connor retorts, "big difference between a
ten ounce bottle and a fifty pound bag of taters!"

"Your puny little biceps don't impress me."

Maury stuck his tongue out. Connor shook up his soda,
with his thumb over the top, then fired it over Maury.

"Hey, you little shit!"

To calm the storm of refiring, on Maury's part, Jim
tries to butt in. Soon the three were soaked with
sticky soda.

"Chad and Matty are gonna kill us!"

"You mean `you', Maury," Connor says.

"Me? What makes me so special?"

"Um, could it be the fact you're twice as old as us?"

"Am not!"

"Are too!"

"Am not," Maury argues with Connor, as Jim rolls his
eyes.

"For your information, I'm only fourteen years older."

"That's it?" Connor continues badgering Maury.

"I think I'm doing pretty good for keeping up with two
eighteen year olds!"

"He is."

"You're defending him?" Connor now scolds Jim.

"He's been nice to us."

"'Bout time somebody gave me some credit."

"Okay. I give in," Connor says. "Kiss and make up?"

Maury knew he shouldn't have trusted it, as he gets
sprayed in the face!

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"Over here, Sean."

Paving the way, in the dim light, Jacq holds open a
door. They creep inside. Suddenly Jacq trips.

"What tha?"

The light receptacle on the wall, flashes on.

"You're in deep shit, mister!"

Across Doctor Scalia's face crisscrosses a sly grin.

"You scared the hell outta us, doc!"

"Hmm.." arms folded across her chest, the over six
foot tall battle-ax states, "Here to see about your
brother, eh?"

She overrides Jacq's presence.

"What am I? Chopped liver?"

"Chopped chicken shit. Move it!" Doc Scalia says.

Taking Sean's arm, a smile on the brother's face, Doc
Scalia leads him over to Aidan's bedside.

"He's sleeping peacefully," Sean guessed, with the
rise and fall of the twelve year old's chest.

Doc Scalia, last left Barry sleeping, adds, for
comfort's sake, "Your other dad is pretty broken up
over his partner and..."

"Not anymore!"

Good thing it was Jacq and not Sean who broke the news
to Doc Scalia, of Barry's awakening. He needed to
score a few points. Just this past week, an unofficial
seminar was held in the hospital cafeteria, on the
possibilities of people sharing dreams. It fascinated
Doc Scalia, so she became intensely interested,
leaving Sean to visit with his brother.

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Copyright 2006 T. Chase McPhee
This story may not be sold, nor made part of any
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