Date: Thu, 12 Mar 2009 19:43:50 -0700 (PDT) From: T. Chase McPhee Subject: Nature Preserved 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 Preserved wriTten by T. Chase McPhee % "Why don't you drop off of the swimming team this year, Tony?" Dylan asks, as he stands behind Tony in the lux jon of Tony's mansion, pawing away at Tony's soft, hairy pecs. Doing a twist, his bod eluding the twenty year old's hands, now facing the person who has suggested the absurd, "The swimming team is like, `my life'!" "That's strange." "What is?" Tony asks. "Nothing," Dylan replies, "other than about five minutes ago when you had my ass over the sink and was fucking the living daylights out of me, I thought I heard the word `claim'?" Tony shrugs it off, "All top guys use the word `claim'. It's like a figure of speech, Dylan!" "Oh. I was under the impression you meant something more." Boxed in between the jon vanity and Dylan's nude bod, Tony could not escape and for some strange reason he hadn't the notion to do so. As Dylan was making his remark, Tony slowly became hypnotized, under the spell of Dylan's brown eyes. Then, changing his mind, Tony rectifies, "Well maybe I did. I mean a man `is' entitled to make a mistake in his life, you know?" As their chests and pubes are pressed inwards, Dylan sweetly says, "And... if you're going to make your first mistake, I'm glad it's about you and me?" Their lips were too close at this time for any rebuttal. As they kissed, Dylan's hand slid down Tony's side, weaving it's way in between when he approached Tony's torso. Prying them apart, enough to squeeze his hand in between, Dylan's hand took both their cocks in his hand and stroked lightly. "Um, you keep that up and you're going to make me hard again?" He needn't have asked as both knew where this was headed. "Yeah," Dylan replied with a toothy grin, "and then I'll have to feel your big cock filling up my ass!" "Glutton!" Tony accused him of before pressing his lips into Dylan's. % "So I suppose since Mark and Jose are spending their first year at college in the dorm, Jared could take their room," Steve made assumption after hearing his partner dish out the conversation he had with Jared Miller's mother and the decision Barry made, the one he apologized to Steve for not asking his opinon first. "I don't think things are going to pan out that way." It left Steve in the dark, not even a clue. "Oh?" "I know you haven't been able to get up to see Denis as much as I have and if you had, you would have seen Denis a changed man." Barry didn't realize it, but Steve picked up on the usage, "Changed `man'?" Then referring to their high school graduates, Barry cuddles Steve as he explains, "Our family is growing up. Before the two of us were setting up house four years ago..." "Has it been four years? Daaaaamn! We've been together four years already!" "Yeah," Barry giggled, but then saw it Steve's way also, "Time flies when you're having fun in the bedroom, huh?" Of course Steve and Barry have had some memorable evenings or afternoons in bed. "Remember the first time you whipped my ass?" "And the second?" "You haven't done it in a long time," Steve replied. "That's because you can't keep yourself out of the hospital long enough, Steve!" "I know. I'm such a klutz, aren't I?" And then Steve elaborates, "The appendicitis I couldn't help, but when you said to stay put I should have listened... and," he felt sullen, "I guess I shouldn't have gone behind your back with the `Bernie-Bear' thing." Picking up Steve's chin, same time suddenly remembering Riley Sanchez's scheme to get Steve and Bernie-Bear together, he instantly forgives, as a partner should. "That? I think bumping your head was enough of a lesson!" Yet he still kicked Riley's idea around in his head. "Yeah. Bumped some sense into me alright. I mean why should I crave some other guy," he pressed their bods together, "when I got my own Beary!" "You and your bears Steve!" "I got you to grow this didn't I?" Steve tugs at the few fibers of Barry's cropped beard. "You never did tell me if you liked it or not?" Energetically Steve replies, "I like it! I like it, okay?" "So. About Jared and our teenaged man, I think it would be a good idea if they found a place to be by themselves." "Wow!" Steve recalls, "First it's Sean and Chad, then Mark and Jose and now... it's really going to be quiet around here." No sooner had he said it, Aidan and Philip traisp in through the back door, it banging with a vengeance. "We never got it fixed," Barry says. "Yeah," Steve agrees, "I don't think we ever should!" But their conversation is shattered as Philip yells out excitedly, "Dads! We need more pretzels!" "And soda!" Aidan adds to the order. "You two are getting the kitchen floor all wet!" Barry accuses them. "Oops!" Philip replies, his hand over his mouth. Aidan seconds it, "Sorry." It was too late to make comment, the paper towels unrolling like fabric off of a loom, each with about ten paper towels apiece. Steve takes the reins, "Here. We'll do that!" "You can go back to your hosting duties, boys," Barry hands Philip the bowl of chips, Aidan hugging three liter bottles of soda. After the boys leave, Steve sees some mischief in the making. Steve, down on all fours is soaking up the puddles of water, his ass high in the air. With haste, Barry removes the belt from his pants. "Akkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk! Oh shit!" Steve yells out as the belt lands across his ass. He tumbles over, his ass hitting the floor, him feeling it with his hand under him. "That was a dirty trick!" But then his frown turns to a smile, "But I liked it!" Then, play-acting the role of a mean master, Barry dictates, "Well if this mess isn't cleaned up in ten seconds I'm going to take you to the torture chamber and really work that ass over!" He feels up his crotch, with thoughts of the bedroom in mind! % "This isn't the way home," Eric says to Sean as he drives down van Dusen Blvd. in the opposite direction. "I've got a little surprise for you!" "Really? Cool!" his seventeen year old brother replies. As the scenery passes, trees, then more trees, even more trees, Eric asks, "So. What's this surprise about?" "It wouldn't be a surprise if I told you now, would it?" Eric sat there patiently in the passenger seat of Sean's secondhand truck. When Sean slowed, turned off down a gravel street, he guesses, "the haunted cabin?" "It's not haunted anymore!" Sean replies. "Wow!" Eric says as they get within viewing distance. "I'll say!" As they pull up on the side, Sean clues him in, "Belongs to `kind of a friend' I met at college." "'Close' friend?" Eric asks on the sly, a smile on the side. "You got it!" Sean replies, seeing Eric's made the connection. Then he gives a synopsis, "Professor Kucukarpak.." Eric shoots back with, "Kook-ku-who?" "It's not important. He's my anthrology professor. Anyway, he's new to the college, just moved here, refurbished the place and then receives a grant to study some pyramid in Egypt." Sean keeps recalling, "We're lying in bed one afternoon and..." "Yeah?" Eric says, thinking on a different vein of thought than where Sean is taking this. Giving him a smirk, Sean continues, "He knew Jacque and I had already broken up, knew our place was almost sold and asked if I could live in the place til he returned." "Like how long is he going to be gone?" "He knows a minimum of two years. Could be longer." "Wow! Free rent for two years? You lucked out Sean!" "I'm not the only one," Sean replies. Then pulling the keys out of the ignition, "C'mon. Take a look at the place." It didn't phase Eric until they got inside the door, closed it. "Oh man!" Eric looks up at the cathedral ceiling of the A-frame. "This is soooooo awesome! Man you're a lucky dude, Sean!" Then, sneaking up behind him Sean slips his arms in between Eric's. "Like I said. I'm not the only one." With not an ounce of surprise, Eric's bod feels Sean's hands on his torso as he twirls around. "I think I feel it too," He replies as if he and Sean's brains were hooked together by wires. Without another word, Sean leans forwards, Eric allowing him the kiss. Arms embracing, the two drink deeply of each other's lips. Eric hints, "Is there someplace where we can make love?" Sean provides a short laugh as he says, "You don't have any inhibitions do you about us... um...." Cutting to it, Eric frankly informs his step-brother, "I don't know if this makes a difference... maybe I should have mentioned it last night?" "What's that?" "I'm not sure how to put this, but... Sean, I'm kind of the guy who likes to... um...." "Fuck?" "Um, yeah," Eric replies, still sketchy on the subject. "Whichever you choose is fine with me only, I think we'll save that little detail for your eighteenth birthday?" Not tough to agree, Eric does make fun, "You mean I have to wait til September?" Between last night and this afternoon, since he picked Eric up at the environmental center, he's batted back and forth the idea, but his feelings towards his step-brother gave in. Last night Sean was head-over-heels into this warm feeling deep inside him and he couldn't shake it. "It's only," he counts on his fingers, "almost two months. Let's think of this as a trial period." "You mean we can shack up together?" Sean laughed. "No. What do you think our dads would have to say about that?" "Oh yeah." Then doing some quick thinking, "Maybe after I graduate from high school!" By this time, their thoughts over being together caused them to gravitate towards each other both mentally and physically, the two holding both hands as they faced each other. "Let's see first if this goes the distance." Standing there, a grin on his face, Sean questions him, "What?" "I'm kind of short on words again, but Sean, I think liking you is more than your hairy chest." It gave Sean a giggle, setting the twenty year old off laughing. "No. Really?" Seeing Eric's small smile turn to something more serious, Sean had a feeling Eric might be thinking some of the same thoughts he was. It began as a small kiss, Sean taking the sides of Eric's face in both hands and then placing a kiss on his lips. Backing off he says, "I think I love you too!" % "Oh my God! I've got to get to the hospital!" Ajay jokes, "I hid your clothes!" "You didn't!" Richard replied as he sat up in bed. "No, but..." Turning over, Ajay covered Richard's almost smooth bod with his furry one. Their lips drew into each others like a ship making port, a perfect docking. "I could get used to this," Richard replied. "I `am' used to it!" Richard picked up the sheet and looked underneath. "You're hard again." Ajay went a step further, handling Richard's meat. "You too!" Then Richard reveals, "I never fucked a guy two times in a row." "Really? Well it evens us up then. I never shot a load twice in a row!" "Maybe sometime we could try to break our record?" Richard suggests, but more to draw an answer out of Ajay. "I don't think we should jump into this." "Oh?" Richard asked, a whimper to the tone of his voice, thinking this a `one night-day stand'. Then getting cuddly, the twenty-eight year old replies, "Maybe we can give it a lifetime to find out?" Loving the proposal, Richard allowed his time to leave, lapse. % "I wanted to run something by you two," Gregg says as he puts on his golf shoes. "What was that?" Jose asks as he and Mark still lounge in bed. "I kind of like this area and thought maybe of staking a claim to one of the new properties up on West Hills. What do you think?" Jose immediately shoots back with, "You've got to have money to live in West Hills, Gregg!" Sitting back, Gregg runs his hands up and down the front of his white polo shirt, rattling off figures of golf championships he's won in the past six years. "You must be a millionaire!" Mark exclaims, totaling up dollars as fast as his mind will compute. "Only my accountant knows for sure!" Gregg jokes. "You don't know how much money you have in the bank Gregg?" Jose pries. With light expression, Gregg tells, "Maybe two or two and a half million, but it all didn't get there by my golf talents." The two lay there in bed, Jose's arm over Marks' shoulders, him rubbing his teen lover's chest, two learning of Gregg's past, the untimely deaths of both parents, being alone in the world, the orphange, the man who took him in when he was sixteen, stuck by him as if his own father, paid his way through college, died and left him all he was worth. Fast forwarding, he brings them up to his twenty-eighth birthday, "And here I am today, playing my forty-something golf championship and I really owe it all to the man who never gave up on me becoming one of the greatest golf players in the world." He ended it with a short return to the past, telling of his guardian paving the way to follow in his footsteps. "Sorry, Gregg," Mark apologizes, "I never heard of your `father'." But Jose had a better reason, "Yeah. We don't follow golf." "No sweat," Gregg replied as he got up, got himself together. Then turning back to his original idea, "Y'know guys, I've already toured two of the new homes up on West Hill. Very very nice and elegant only I'm not sure what a single guy like me is going to do with ten rooms." "Easy you dope!" Jose blurts out. "Get some guy to share it with!" Mark adds, "Dah, Gregg!" Seeing the two weren't `getting it', Gregg points out, going about it in a sneaky fashion, "Y'know, there will times when I'm out on tour and it would be nice to have a couple of house-sitters to look out for the place. You know, make sure lights go on and off to make it look like somebody's home," then spelling out more defined, "y'know, makes sure the swimming pool stays in fine working order, tennis court stays spongy, jacuzzi stays bubbly, food in the fridge doesn't go to waste..." "Uh-huh," Jose gets wind of Gregg's intentions, "and I suppose you need somebody to start up the ferrari to make sure it doesn't stall out?" "Ferrari? What Ferrari?" Gregg asks. The two eighteen year olds laugh their asses off. "The imaginery one in Jose's mind!" Mark points out. Gregg smiles, a gesture of response to their humor, but is already thinking about when their birthdays roll around and what to buy them! "So you guys will think about it?" Mark says, "Sure would beat the dorm!" "Yeah," Jose adds, "your dads weren't so jumping with joy when we mentioned staying at the dorm?" "But..." Gregg suggests, "I know you two are eighteen and can legally make your own decisions, but I think you should run it by your dads... your guardians," he clarifies Jose's relationship with Mark's dads. "Cool," Jose replies, Mark agreeing. "Great. Now how about we all get dressed and head out for a night on the town!" "I thought you had to run off to the tournament?" Mark asks. "The tournament... oh yes! The tournament!" Then Gregg confesses. "They don't have tournaments at night. I was like... well I thought maybe I'd give you guys some privacy to yourselves?" Jose rationalizes, "You know Gregg, it's not going to matter if we move in or not?" "What do you mean?" Shrugging his shoulders Jose renders, "Only `one room' is going to be used all the time anyway!" Before they even began thinking about getting ready to go out to some swanky eatery, Gregg was stripping, Mark and Jose welcoming him back in their bed! % They weren't real go-getters, so Denis and Jared sat on the pebbly shore while the others engaged in canoe races. "So this is really good, wouldn't you say?" Denis replies, "It seems like it `could' be." "What's wrong?" Jared senses dismay, as the two sit there on a log. He elaborates on feelings already shared, "With the money mom is giving me we can get our own place. Hey! It doesn't even have to be a crummy apartment. We can get ourselves a mansion up in West Hills!" Bringing Jared's excitement down to earth, Denis makes him realize, "Yeah and spending it like that will put an end to the two million real quick." "But wouldn't it be cool to spend some of it? Hey, I got an idea!" And as a teenager would think, "How about you and I go pick out a sporty car? A Lamborghini?" Then putting things into perspective, Denis who seems like he's done a bit of growing up this summer thus far says, "I think we should wait on anything like that." A hand around Jared's waist, Denis' palm on his bareback, Jared sinks back to reality, "Yeah. I guess you're right." Then their butts moving closer to each other, Jared agrees, "I guess we should think about us first, huh?" "I'm glad you came to your senses." But in a diluted way of thinking, Denis suggests, "I was planning on going to college in fall. You should too." And in scaled down thought, "We could get a small place of our own to start and maybe a nice set of wheels, but let's not go overboard." Saying what Denis was getting at, Jared tells, "I guess we'll have the rest of our lives to spend the money, huh?" Before cuddling, kissing, Denis greeted Jared with a smile of reassurance of that's the way it was going to pan out. "Hey you two! Didn't I warn about doing that vulgar stuff in public places?" Parting bods, Jared looks behind him, boldly says, "Why? Getting you hard again Mitch?" Then what he thought was a secret, Denis says as if directing to his lover, "Nah. Mitch isn't getting hard. Prolly he's soft after shooting his jizz up against some tree!" It then comes to light. What he did in the woods earlier today, he wondered if anyone else besides Denis and Jared `knew'. "You saw?" "I thought it was Mark, until I figured out the grunts and moans weren't from him!" Jared states. All too wise, Denis remarks, "You know you growl like a bear when you shoot your load, Mitch?" He was so flabberghasted he didn't know what to say to the boys. "So," Jared brings up, "did you shoot your load or didn't you get hard enough, Mitch?" "None of your beeswax!" % "Hi.. um... is...." Richard beat around the bush. Sure, he should have been on his way to the hospital to report for his shift, preceded by the `very important' meeting of the board, which he was a member, but instead he was tapping on the screen door of the house of his mystery man. "Oh hello Richard. How's your boy?" "Fine," Richard replied, anxious to chat with the man he met yesterday, but not too eager going about how to find out his name. With the lull, Aunt Rose turns her head towards the inside of the screen door and calls in a sing-song manner, "Ajay! Somebody here to see you!" Then without response, to Richard, "I'm sure Ajay will be here momentarily. Care for some lemonade?" As soon as Aunt Rose stepped inside, Ajay set foot on the wooden porch. "Good morning, Ajay," Richard greeted him, the face matching the name. "Good morning," and then putting it plainly, making Richard feel sort of like a coward, Ajay asks, "I'm sorry. I feel funny asking this, but I don't think I got your name yesterday?" "It's Richard." And as he has gotten used to saying it, "Dr. Richard Stahl." "A medical doctor?" "Yes. At the local hospital," Richard smiled back at him. "Would you like to come in?" "For a moment," Richard accepted the invitation. The house wasn't much different than his own place, except a little messier, but he attributed it to having two boys around instead of one. "Pardon things being a bit messy," Ajay said. Richard didn't care. He wasn't paying much attention after the initial response. His main focus was his host, following him into the diningroom, small with a square table and four chairs. "Oh! I thought you were out on the porch!" Aunt Rose said, greeting them with a tray of lemonade and some cookies. She sensed something but wasn't saying it. Instead she left the tray and said, "I need to get ready for work. Enjoy your visit!" "Aunt Rose is a very sweet woman," Ajay opened their conversation. Perhaps a little dopey, Richard replies, "And so are you." They hadn't sat yet. The two stood there in a moment of silence, gazing in each other's eyes. Richard breaks of their tender moment. "I better get moving," he says, reaching for a glass of lemonade. Before he can lift it from the tray, a hand is around his wrist in restraint. Initiating it, Ajay steps forwards. The glass is released, sensing Ajay's intentions. Placing a hand to the back of Richard's head, Ajay entwines his fingers in Richard's soft mane. Their lips come together. After one kiss Ajay says, "I know this is very unusual, but I hope you don't think I am crazy when I say..." And he took a chance, a lingering of one of those feelings which senses a receiving by the other person, bouncing back into his own being, like breathing it in, "I thought about you all day and last night after you left...." he didn't want to be too forward, telling Richard he lay in his bed with his eyes closed and while a hand was wrapped around his hard shaft, he pictured Richard stripping, climbing into bed with him, "After you left I had thoughts about you." Richard said it suggestively, but not outright, "Well last night I `more than' thoughts about you!" Going in for another kiss, the two separated, looked down, then up at each other and laughed. % Right after the environmental program concluded, Goldwater Creek Road was a continuous stream of cars, picking up kids and making their exit. A social service van took more time, having to load Davide and his wheelchair on board. As was the plan, instead of Davide going home, which had become Eric Danziger's house, the van dropped him off at the Clark-Barr residence for their daily afternoon pool party. Sean walked about, taking in nature as he waited around for Eric. Callan made it his business to drop by the environmental center, stuff his sons, Diego and Seth, along with Jeremy and Griffin, Bobby Hijazi and JJ Cabral into his car, take them home, feed them lunch and then chase them off through the backyard for the afternoon swim at their friends' house, Aidan and Philip. The boys wanted their big brother to come along, pleaded with them, same way Philip did four years earlier, in a whiny tone. Eric motioned to Sean it was okay, so they followed the squirts home. For the afternoon Steve would play chaperone, but had more fun staring at the eye candy, Davide's transport whom doubled as the lifeguard, Jim Faulkner. Sean was off the hook! Steve had to make sure he had a towel on his lap at all times when Jim was out of the water! As Connor Matthews, Jim's partner, arrived, so did Bernice, the kids flocking to her, "Aunt Bernice!" Her excitement never diminished even though she got a wet welcome of hugs. Alberto was absent, trying to find room for the Zebra Cake, in their freezer. It turned into a family reunion of sorts, Chad and Matty showing up. Dangling from Chad's finger was Jeremy's swim suit. "Forget something son?" But it was two late anyway, one of Philip's older swimsuits fitting his boy-bod. Last but not least, Barry walks in. "You're home early?" Steve questioned his mate. "I know," Barry replied. Being that Steve didn't get his peck on the lips, he knew something was up. Leaving the adults in charge the two left, for the house, turning briefly to when a big splash is heard, the kids cheering their `Aunt Bernice' on as she cannonballed them! In the kitchen, Barry thought Steve would be `disturbed' by him not approaching him first, about Miriam's proposition. But he wasn't phased at all. He merely left the idea as, "Hey! Sometimes we're not going to be in the position to check with each other on decisions." Standing inches apart, Steve closed up the gap saying, "If you haven't learned by now I trust you fully, well..." Steve didn't know how to put it except in pouring out his feelings, taking his lover in his arms and showing him! % NOTES FROM THE AUTHOR: I had a great time keeping `Nature Walk' alive and have received numerous fan emails over the four years of writing this saga. However, it is said all good things must come to an end and thus I feel `Nature Walk' has gone the distance. I think I have tied up loose ends with all of the important characters. If you feel I've left anyone `hanging', use your imagination to draw your own conclusions. Thank you for your readership... yourz, Chase % Copyright 2009 T. Chase McPhee This story may not be sold, nor made part of any collection, without prior consent from the author. The more you stretch, the more you can fit in... 'spread' happiness! TCMcP.....