Date: Sun, 29 Jun 2008 19:07:01 -0700 (PDT) From: T. Chase McPhee Subject: "Nature Takes Its Course" 01 (Nature Walk continues) 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 Takes Its Course" 01 wriTten by T. Chase McPhee % "So? What did you think, Tony?" After showering, drying off which Jack did most of the drying, Tony was led to the basement exercise room. "Not bad I suppose," Tony replied, looking to Jack for any kind of reaction. As expected, Jack gave Tony a look as if to say `yeah, sure', meaning Tony's hardon wasn't for any ordinary reason other than he had a good time feeling Jack's warm piss flow over his chest, stomach and pubes. "Not `bad', huh Tony? Then tell me. What made you stay hard the whole time I was pissing on you?" "The sight of your bod," he made quick his response. Regardless of the reason, Jack led Tony over to a weight bench, sitting him down. "Lay back." "Hmm, some weight-lifting huh? I could get into it," Tony said, reaching under the bench for two ten pound dumbbells. "I'll handle that," Jack said, literally taking Tony's wrists, forming them behind the nineteen year old's head. Then standing, taking on the view of Tony's beefy bod, he remarked, "Oh man you look so damn delicious!" Not needing to provoke him, Tony watched as Jack straddled the weight bench. As he bent to accomodate the width of Tony's thighs, his cock dragged lower, colliding with Tony's already mostly-hard shaft. "Ohhhh," Tony sighed, peering over his hairy chest. "Hmmm," Jack replied, "maybe I should take care of that first?" Expecting Jack to backtrack, Tony smiled, asking, "In more ways than one?" Jack smiled, thinking whether Tony has the same idea idea. After a quick slurp, Jack stood up straight. Sitting, one hand reached behind his ass. Both sighed when Jack sat, his ass positioned right over Tony's cock. Docking brought on another wave of awesome delight as Jack slipped all the way til his ass was sitting on Tony's hairy pubes. "I knew you'd like it!" Jack said with joy. But he wasn't finished with stimulating Tony. Leaning forwards, his ass pulled off a little as he bent over, his chest almost touching Tony's chest. Moving to the right he cupped his mouth over Tony's succulent armpit. "Oh that tickles!" Tony giggled out when Jack's tongue massaged his pit. Springing up gave Tony another reason to get serious as Jack's ass canal swallowed up the entire length of Tony's tube. After doing this over and over, Jack taking on the other pit, scrunching up to suckle on Tony's nips, Jack sat upright. "Ready to shoot your wad?" Jack asked. His head pressing against the padded bench, Tony showed cause to grab the edge of the bench above his head, his eyes closed tightly as he belted out a tune of sighs and moans. Not getting a response, Jack knew the case, Tony enjoying anything he dished out at this point, as if he was calling the shots. Leaning back, the goo from his own shaft dribbled on Tony's hairy stomach. The entire 11c length extended a couple of inches above Tony's deep bellyhole. Behaving mischievious Jack fingered his cock, extracting more pre-cum. An experiment of such, he stuck his index finger in Tony's navel, pushing down and around. With the weight of Jack's ass sealing his ass to the weight bench it was all Tony could do to thrash about. But as he did it only made for more enjoyment as Jack's finger pleasure-tortured his navel. "Oh yeah... oh fuck yeah!" Both would compare notes later, Tony admitting his deep innie was feeling almost as awesome as when Jack teased his nips with tongue, cupped lips and teeth. "Ohhhhh I'm near... real near," Tony said. Reacting, Jack needed to savor Tony's cock massaging his inner being, so he dispensed with fooling around with Tony's navel. Instead he set out on his original plan to lean back, prop his bod up on his hands, working his ass up and down. Lending moans and groans of ecstasy to the fire, both fell into sync with each other, Tony's hips pulsing upwards in rhythm to Jack's ministrations, liftings and sittings. Releasing his hands from the board, Tony shouted out, "I can't take this no more!" Was Jack surprised when Tony did a sit up. "What tha?" Sliding out, Tony's wet 9.5c glistened as it slid out. "Down boy!" Getting behind Jack, Tony slapped his hand against Jack's back. Jack's cock mashed into the weight bench, even more so when Tony re-entered his ass crevice. Unlike Jack, Tony was in a hurry to pick up where Jack left off. It wasn't long before Tony worked up a hefty sweat, shoving his full weight against Jack's ass as his balls emptied out. % Next morning, bright and early, the sun shone throw a skylight, seemingly projecting a spotlight, highlighting Ethan and Tom in the waterbed, their bods sinking towards the middle, back to back. "Where...." Tom said, disoriented as he tried to turning over. More adept at `swimming around' in the waterbed, Ethan expertly flipped himself over. "You're at my place, remember?" Trying to situp, Tom extending his neck, able to glance around a limited distance. "Oh yeah. Um, how do I get out of this thing? I got to piss something fierce!" With Ethan's help, hands pressing against ass and back he managed to get Tom to the side of the bed. With haste to set his feet on dry land, Tom took any way he could to empty himself out, which became head first. "Whew!" he sighed when he lay on the floor faced up. He could have made his way out of bed onto his feet, but Ethan found it more fun rolling out, chest first. `Umpfff', Tom sighed as Ethan's front matched up with Tom's. "Good morning," he said as he kissed Tom. "A waterbed is a lot of work, you know?" Smiling, Ethan replied, "Oh really? I didn't hear you complaining when I worked your bod over with my tongue last night?" "Last night?" Tom recalled only to sink back into the situation with his brother. "Nobody called about Kev, did they?" Sitting up, Ethan took the change in subject with a grain of sand. Sure he'd rather have had a chaser of Tom telling him how awesome it was feeling his creme shoot down his throat, but he knew Kev was important to him too. "I didn't hear the phone ring." Then, as Ethan stood, he pulled Tom up by one arm. "Let's get you to the jon." As if pals, Ethan put his arm over Tom's shoulder and led him off, not that Tom would know where he was going anyway, what with the weird shape of Ethan's home. As Tom stood there relieving himself, Ethan stood at the sink, leaning against it. One hand braced himself on the marble facade while his other `played' with his cock. Glancing over Tom asks, "Did you get to...." "Uh yeah. Soaked the sheet under me almost as fast as you came." Then feeling his stomach with his other hand, Ethan tells, "Filled me right up!" Flushing, Tom replied, "I don't know where I got the energy in that I was so exhausted last night." "I think I have that kind of effect on guys," Ethan said without modesty. "Oh really? Tell me then. How many guys have you mesmerized with your sexual hypnosis?" "Shower?" Ethan sidetracked Tom's thoughts. Tom gave him a sly look as Ethan darted for the shower controls. % "Another successful morning!" Max said after Barry, Steve, Eric, Tom, Philip, Aidan, Mark and their seemingly latest `adopted' son, Jose left for their day out in the world. "Don't you ever get tired of fussing over them?" Berk asked as he shoveled some scrambled eggs in his mouth and downed some java. "Never," Max replied. "If I had life to live all over again nothing would change." Going back to one of his comments last night, Berk says, "Except maybe we could see about getting our own place?" "Don't you think we should see how the landscaping business goes? Who knows? It could be a flop!" As he brought his plate and mug to the sink, Max taking it, Berk held on long enough to share, "I have a good feeling about this partnership with Sal. I know it's going to work out. Look how far I have come from being a police officer, to fix-it man and now this opportunity. Things don't heppen without a reason." With his final word, Berk released his grip. Max set the plate and mug in the sink, returning to his partner. With more reassurance, Max states, "I know this is going to work out for you." Around the house Berk always wore one of his oversized tee shirts. It was a piece of cake for Max to work his hands up underneath, to Berk's back, pulling him for a lip-lock. As excitement crept into his being, it didn't take Berk long to excuse himself to get ready for his first day at Sal Barberio's hardware store, prepping for the start up of the business. "You look official," Max made comment, seeing decked out in his khaki pants, a navy shirt on, two buttons at the collar open exposing his light brown hairy chest. "I look alright?" "Like a real boss!" Max exclaimed. After another lip-lock, one which Max wished was longer, Berk was on his way. % Scott Cutler didn't want to be the one bringing on the bad news, but he couldn't help it as he was in charge of opening `Dean's Bakery' this morning. As he walked in, he was whistling some Maroon 5 song, singing in his rather good voice, "This love has taken it's toll on me.. he said goodbye too many times before... This love..." is where he stopped in his tracks when he picked up the white piece of paper on the counter, slowly realizing it wasn't meant for him. However, as he switched on the lights his hand stayed attached. Seeing it addressed to Dean, his name scribbled at the top, glancing past the message, seeing it signed only, `Nicholas', he couldn't keep his curiosity to himself. "Damn!" he said to himself, the flickering lights illuminating the bakery. "How was your night?" Dean said as he happily greeted Scott, locking the door behind him. Thinking he was snagged, Scott quickly hid the paper behind his back. Dean stood there looking at the eighteen year old college jock, the two frozen in place. "Something wrong?" Fessing up, Scott brought the note out into the open. "Sorry but I thought maybe you had left this for me... something needing to be done before we opened today. I didn't mean to eavesdrop but...." He hated like hell to be the spring this on Dean, but handed it to him. He waited as Dean's eyes stayed glued to the note. "Sorry," Scott reiterated when he saw Dean reach the end of the writing. "I didn't mean to read it. It just happened. Sorry about Nicholas." Crumbling up the note in both hands, Dean said, "We have to get ready to open." Not meant to pry, but with sympathy in mind, Scott remarks, "Sorry again, but you don't look too upset. I mean..." Then in a different recourse, "I guess I better just mind my own business." Totally shocked out of his gourd, Scott bonked out as his twenty-five year old boss grabbed him in a hug lock. Dean's hands firmly brought their chests together, their heads side by side. However, Scott wasn't sure of things, his arms around Dean, but his hands aloft, not sure whether he should return the affection. With little thought of what to say, he again told him, "Sorry Nicholas deserted you like this." At first Scott wasn't sure of the whole thing. Then in an instant, a change of heart, his body started to feel strangely warm. Slowly he placed his hands closer and closer to Dean's back til he touched his shirt. "I'm really sorry Scott," Dean said, realising he was holding Scott as if they were lovers or something. Funny thing, when Dean broke off the hug lock, Scott let his hands slide around Dean's ribcage, falling to his own sides. He ventured to say as he stared into Dean's eyes, "Wow! First time for everything is what my dad used to say!" "Meaning?" Dean was curious. "First time I've ever hugged an older guy before!" Even a little dismayed over Nicholas' note telling of his leaving him, short and to the point, what Scott said made him crack a slight smile. "I'm not really much older." From Scott's employment application, Dean recalled he was eighteen. "I'm only seven years older." Adding his own smile, Scott says, "Sorry. I guess old is like my folks, huh?" As Dean relaxed he noticed something and too late figured he made his reaction too public. "Yeah. I know," Scott replied, opening the gap between them. "Doesn't take much to make me hard sometimes." "Well why don't you go take care of that while I get things ready?" "Sure," Scott replied as he grabbed his gymbag and headed for the jon. Locking himself in, he breathed a sigh of relief. It did occur to him he could try to wish his way out of his erection, but then thoughts of their hug, Dean's crotch up against his, kept it stiff. Taking his boss' advice he opened his pants, parked his briefs under his balls and started to whack off. His hand went to his chest, feeling the perspiration build under his shirt, his closed eyes behaving like HDTv, replaying the scene. Instead of them breaking their hold on each other and parting company, Scott pictured his older boss falling to his knees and taking out his cock, Dean baking it with his hot mouth. Too soon his reverie ended as he shot rings of cum into the toliet bowl. "Oh man that was so fuckin' hot!" he said to himself almost as if he was cumming down Dean's throat and not wasting his a drop of his jock-creme. % "Sooooo," Jack said as he scratched his head, "when do you want to get together again, Tony?" All dressed and ready to depart, Tony thought about it before he responded, "You know I did had an okay time last night and..." "Okay time? What part was okay?" Jack asks as his brief-covered ass drops into the bed. "It was all okay. I mean..." Instead of beating around the bush, Tony flops down next to Jack, dropping the bombshell, "it was alright trying it for the first time. But Jack, it's not me." As if looking down at his pubes, Jack's chin almost touched his chest. "I guess I'm doomed to either be just like every other gay guy. You had me fooled Tony. I thought you were enjoying all the kinky stuff we did. Wow..." "Sorry," Tony replied. "I never meant to give you that impression." Placing his hand on Tony's knee, Jack looked at the nineteen year old and replied, "Well at least, and don't get me wrong here because you weren't the only one getting your rocks off, but I'm glad you got something out of this.. a hot fuck?I have to admit," Tony said, "not that I've done many guys but... you have a nice, tight ass Jack." Turning to each other, Tony placed his hand behind Jack's neck to reel him in for a kiss. As Jack saw him to the door, Tony parted with a last bunch of words, "Hang in there. They say there's somebody for each of us. `He' just hasn't come around yet Jack." Nodding his head up and down, Jack accepted things as they turned out, plus Tony's words of wisdom. "Back to the base one," Jack said to himself after Tony had left. Climbing the stairs he had on his mind a nice hot bath. % Waking up first, Matt Drijver looked about the room. His next thought was he had to piss badly. One thing stopped him from rising up out of the bed he shared, the leather cuffs which remained attached to his wrists and the top of the bed. "Um, Thomas... Thomas?" He said in a subdued manner, hoping it was enough to wake up the thirty-seven year old fireman. When his abs started aching more fiercely, Matt gave shout, "Yo Thomas!" "Huh?" Thomas came awake, still lethargic in his moves. Rolling over from lying on his back, he greeted Matt, "Good morning. You awake?" "Yeah and I've gotta piss something fierce. Want to undo me?" Taking his time to think about it, Thomas recalled the sweet moments from last night. After bringing Matt to his two room apartment, not counting the jon, he dragged out his duffle bag full of goodies, dumped them out on the floor and immediately went for the leather handcuffs. Skipping over some of the activities he did, which kept Matt busy, yelping, moaning, groaning, sighing, then in ecstasy as he fucked him hard, he responded, "I thought by this morning these would be gone." His finger traced one of the superficial welts caused by the three-strand flogger, a teaser to keep Matt in the throes of pleasure and pain while he worked his ass over with his hard shaft. "Forget my chest," Matt said as he rubbed his thighs against his cock and balls, a nervous reaction to having to `go bad'. "If you don't get these cuffs off you're going to get a preview of `Old Faithful'!" "Old Faithful?" Thomas questioned. "The geyser at Yellowstone National Park?" "Never been there, but I suppose I should look for the key, huh?" "Look for it?" Matt's face showed horror. "Don't you know where it is?" Following Thomas get up from the bed, his morning wood swinging back and forth, both cock and balls hanging down when Thomas stooped to look through the toys scattered on the floor, Matt had a slight deterent from his predicament. "I know they're around here someplace." Then, snapping his fingers, uprighting himself, Thomas says, "That's right!" Going to the end table next to the bed he says, "Here they are. Right next to the condoms!" Straddling Matt, his balls hung over his chest, or rather dragged against the eighteen year old's smooth stomach, sliding up to mid-pecs when he keyed each cuff. Last night, intentionally, Thomas' cock was stuffed in Matt's mouth as he received a lube job. Now Thomas' reaching teased him, the semi-soft erection slapping him up against his chin. He wanted to reach out and lick. "There we go." Before he could say another word, Matt was up, bouncing off the bed and headed for the jon. "Make it in time?" Thomas asked, standing in the door frame, twirling around one of the leather cuffs by the round metal hook. "Barely," Matt replied as his strong stream made bubbles, the sound like Niagra. After the last drops dripped out, the two retired once more to the bed. Instead of like last night, Matt was free of his bondage and it was the last thing of Thomas' mind. "You know maybe you and me should take a trip to Yellowstone?" "Like a vacation?" Matt replied as he lay there on his back. With his elbow in the pillow, Thomas fanned his hand out over Matt's stomach, rubbing up and over his nips, then back down again. "You're getting some stubble here," he stopped below Matt's navel. "Could be. Now that swimming is over for the year I can grow my hair back," Matt said, a hand feeling up his own chest, then down his stomach. A matter of opinion, Thomas says, "I kind of like you smooth... except I think a man's treasure trail is so hot." "No problem. I kind of like my chest smooth too. I could shave it whenever it starts showing." "Oh no you don't," Thomas says, a suggestive smile on his lips, "that's my job!" "Okay. Cool!" HIs hand wandering down to Matt's hairy pubes, Thomas waits for Matt's reaction when he says, "Nice hairy pubes, but I'd like to keep these smooth?" "Either way," Matt said nonchalantly. "I can go for hairy or smooth balls. Whatever you like." Forgetting about the continuity of Matt's body hair, Thomas slides his hand up, caressing Matt's left pec as he leans over and just before kissing him, relays, "I like `you'!" % A little strapped for cash, twenty-two year old Alac Davalos had done the unthinkable, brought his ten year old brother, Davide, along with him to WRCC as he pursued his degree in art. Second day in the dorm, his roommate cheerfully vacated his half of the room when he realized Alac meant to keep Davide there in the room with him and this was not just a visit. Things were going perfect that first semester. Davide became `one of the guys' in the dorm, which made the ten year old feel somewhat `wanted', considering the recent loss of both parents. When the occasion called for it, the guys even made it an effort to shield Davide from the campus security when lurking about. For roughly four months, Alac and his dorm buddies kept WRCC officials from ever finding out a ten year old lived in the dorm. Even though they had little cash, neither Alac nor Davide ever went hungry, bags of burgers or boxes of pizza showing up at their door daily, always on one of the guys who lived there. In the morning, like a schedule, two of Alac's dormmates would show up, one to help Alac get Davide and his chair downstairs, the other to keep security busy. Outside, of the guys showed up with a van, Halvorsen's Laundry painted on the side, one of the college dude's family business trucks with ample space to load Davide up. From there Alac and Dana Halvorsen would drop Davide off at school and at the end of the day pick him up and transport him back to dorm life. "Everything comfortable for you, Davide?" "Yes," the ten year old replied. "But what am I supposed to do all summer?" "Of that I am not sure," his brother responded in broken Spanish. "Give me some time and I will find something to get you out of here. You trust me, don't you?" Kneeling down before him, Alac sat on one knee as Davide was propped up in the handicapped chair. The two smiled at each other. "I don't have anybody else to take care of me," the ten year old confided in his brother. Leaning forwards, Alac put his arms around his brother and gave him a hug. "And you take care of me!" When a knock comes at the door, Alac says as he gets up, "That must be one of the guys with our breakfast." However when Alac opened the door, his pleasant morning smile dropped right off his face. "Alac Davalos?" Not only was the campus security guard present, but backup from the local police force and a guy in a long white coat. "I am Alac Davalos," He replied casually, hiding his tenseness at the day arriving which he dreaded. Right behind the two security guards, policeman and as Alac discovered, doctor, their breakfast arrived in a bag, Dana Halvorsen's hand attached and another dorm jock. "What's going on here?" Dana inquired outright. "This is official police business," the policeman responded, almost closing Dana in the door as he closed it. Outside in the hallway, the guy accompanying Dana says, "My uncle said if I ever needed anything to give him a call. I think we need him!" Whipping out his cellphone, Miguel Sanchez dialed his Uncle Riley's number. % Copyright 2008 T. Chase McPhee This story may not be sold, nor made part of any collection, without prior consent from the author.