Date: Thu, 7 Aug 2008 16:34:15 -0700 (PDT) From: T. Chase McPhee Subject: "Nature Takes Its Course" 06 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" 06 wriTten by T. Chase McPhee % "So, how many quarts of cum did you consume last night?" "Only one, stoopid and it was all from your balls!" Connor informed his teen partner. "Just checking," Jim responded, but alluded to, "But damn! Weren't those other guys really going at it?" "Yeah. I'm surprised you didn't take it upon youself to `do' half of `em, James!" "Get real. There's only one guy I'm interested in `doing'," Jim stepped up right in front of Connor, "and if you don't know that by now..." "Shut up," Connor barked at Jim, shutting his mouth with a lip-lock. "I guess there's something to us afterall, huh?" "I don't get you Jim," Connor replies, perplexed. "I've been thinking about something. Don't you think it would be cool having our own place?" "Maury would kill us!" "I know, but after that," Jim let it go over his head, "wouldn't it be cool to have our own apartment or even room together in the dorm at WRCC?" "Sure it would be cool, but I can't see why you would want to leave this place. Look, we've got our own indoor swimming pool, don't we?" "Yeah, but don't you think it would be cool having our own privacy, Connor?" It did make Connor give up finding reasons to move out. Standing at the top of the landing it made Maury dropped his bare ass to a step, stopped the rubbing action between his legs, a depressed feeling nagging at him. % "There goes Penny's car," Barry said, watching the pink Jeep zoom down van Dusen Blvd. "Penny?" Dr. Stahl asks. "Yeah. Tom's girlfriend. My boys tried pulling a fast one on me, telling me they cut school and then supposedly redeeming themselves by returning. `Got a call from my office secretary." Barry held up fingers to put his thoughts into quotations, "Surprise! Today is `Senior Cut Day'!" Richard giggled, saying, "I can remember `my' Senior Cut Day." Barry's look showed curiosity. Richard told, "Yeah, it was later taken as a prank, but something else when a handful of the guys led the rest of us to the beach." "Usually the place to go if you have one handy," Barry replied, making a point of what they lacked up here in the Pacific Northwest. "What they didn't tell us is where they were taking us... turns out it was a nude `gay' beach!" "Hot!" Barry exclaimed. "Wasn't exactly for us straight guys, but after paying ten bucks each to get in, what could we do?" "So you weren't out in high school, huh?" "No. I probably was the biggest closet case. Some of the other guys were brave I tell you. But then again, except for a few Christian hardliners, nobody really cared whether you were gay or straight." "So how come you got stuck in the closet?" Barry asked. "My folks happened to be one of those `hardliners'." "How long before you gave in and told them?" Richard smiles, saying, "I never told them." He giggles, "They still don't know." "But Griffin?" "We never see them. However if we do, Griffin knows what to do and say." It struck Barry the wrong way. "So you're asking your son to lie for you?" Looking at his watch, Dr. Stahl says, "Um, look. I've got to get back." It was pretty much silence on the way back until Dr. Stahl parked his car in his reserved spot. Before exiting, Barry says, "Look I'm sorry what I said. It was uncalled for. What you have going with your son is none of my business." Instead of just accepting Barry's apology, Richard closed his car door he opened and pressed his head back into the bucket seat. Exhaling, he observes, "I wish I knew how to go about breaking the news to them." "Well are they holding any strings over you, Richard?" "Other than a nice inheritance, nothing really." "Maybe a good start would be talking it over with your partner when he returns from Italy?" "I suppose it would be a start. Aldo should have some answers, because when he mentioned it to his family they weren't too keen on him being gay and living with another gay man, regardless of them becoming instant grandparents." "Hang in there, Richard. I'm sure things will work out. If you need somebody to talk to I'm here for you." Approaching the nurse's station, Jack Collier informs them, "While you were out, `somebody' woke up!" "Steve!" Wild horses couldn't hold Barry down as he rushed into the hallway. Only he couldn't recall which way. After a shrill whistle, Dr. Stahl tells him, "This way," nodding his head up towards the west wing. Calming down a bit, Barry says, "I guess I should act more civilized and let you lead the way, Richard." "I know if it were Aldo I wouldn't do anything different!" "Didn't you read the sign, doc? `Don't feed the bear'!" Along with a hug, best Barry could do considering his partner still a little tender from the surgery, he said, "It's so good to see you back to your old self, Steve!" "Just don't plan on me doing any jumping jacks or laps in the pool for awhile," Steve told him. Dr. Stahl broke in, "At least for six weeks." Steve suddenly thought of something but found it awkward to ask, but hinted, "Um, that mean like the same for in bed?" "One track mind," Barry says to Richard. "What do you think I have to do while Aldo is away?" Stahl says, wearing a smile. "Oh, so you're like..." Steve hinted. "Yeah, the doc is like us!" Barry throws the big hint to his partner. "I `know' what it's called. What I was refering to is your partnered?" Jack Collier then stepped in, telling them, "Time to check his vitals." "I've got it," Dr. Stahl said as Barry moved aside. When Richard placed his stethoscope on Steve's chest, Steve ran his fingers over his hairy forearms. "Hey look! Another bear!" "Steve, you want to mind your manners?" "Oops!" Steve removed his hand as if touching a hot stove, uttering, "Sorry doc. I guess it must be the medicine they gave me." "Yeah. Right, Steve," Barry shamed him with a smile. Then he directed at Dr. Stahl, "So, how's the clock sound?" After taking Steve's pulse, Dr. Stahl reports, "Blood pressure is up a bit. Happened right after he got excited over my arm!" "Hmm," Barry conjured up something `evil', "Maybe you should give him a penile exam!" "Who's not minding their manners now?" Steve barked. But not minding the humor, Dr. Stahl comes out with, "Or rectal exam perhaps?" "Ohhhh," Steve replied, "now something like that I wouldn't mind at all!" Barry jokes, "We better stop Richard. My partner here is ready to go camping!" Steve reached under the sheet and remedied it being tented, using up the last ounce of strength, dropping his hand over his stiffie. % "Having fun boys?" "Owwwwch... oh shit Donny, you almost bit my cock off!" "Well if you didn't move Adam!" The teen on his knees shouted. "Don't you boys know it's against the law in some states to have sex in a public restroom?" Chad busted the two high school guys. He wasn't sure if this state was one of them, but made his point known. "You're not going to have us arrested?" Adam, the one receiving the blow job questioned Chad, as he stuffed his cock back into his pants and zipped up. "Shit! Our parents would kill us!" Donny said, a look of fright on his face. "Yeah and then they would find out we're gay," Adam intervened. "Damn! My dad would go ballistic if he knew I was gay." "Same here. My mom too." To Donny, Chad tells him, "Get up off your knees and put your shirt on." Then to both, "How old are you boys?" "Me? I'm seventeen," Adam replied. Donny responded, "The same. Well almost eighteen." "Me too," Adam then amended his answer. I'll be eighteen next month." While Adam said it, Donny tells, "I'll be eighteen in August." "So both of you will be high school seniors in September?" Adam said, "Yes, sir." Donny told him, "Same here." "Don't you two think you should act a little more mature?" "What else can we do?" Donny questions him. "Sometimes we feel we just got to it. We can't do it at Adam's house." Adam in turn says, "And Donny's place is out." Chad knew it wasn't the best answer, but the best for right now, "Ever think of getting a room at a motel?" "That costs money!" Donny says. Adam asks, "Hey, don't you own this place?" It's something they already knew because the metal pin on his left pec read `manager'. "Got any jobs for us?" Donny hits Chad up. "Suppose I do. What are you going to do? Come back here on your lunch hour and pick up where you left off?" "No," Adam said seriously. Donny cuts in, "Yeah. We'll get a room at a motel." In one way Chad was sorry he opened his mouth, but on the other hand felt bad for the two, having put in their heads a solution. "Okay, but from the start I'm putting you two on probation. If I catch either one of you in here at the same time you get the ax. Got it?" "What happens if we both have to piss at the same time?" Donny asks. "I'll go first," Adam volunteered. Chad replied to that, "Problem solved." He also told them they better hustle to get their working papers. "Damn," Adam said. "I don't know if I can hold it that long without jerking off!" "But Adam you promised!" Donny protested. Leaving them with their predicament, Chad said for them to come back when they had their papers in order. % "So, mind telling me why we're here?" Juan asked Riley as they ascended the stairway to Eric Danziger's office. "In good time," Riley replied a little nervously. His shaky reply gave Juan creedance to feel his nerves a bit on the jittery side. That is until Eric stuck his head out of his door. Reconizing his friend and client he said, "C'mon in Riley." Eric and Juan smiled at each other, knowing they were checking each other out. After shaking the man's hand, Riley introducing the two, Juan gets it out of the way, "Have you got a partner or boyfriend or something, Eric?" "No. Why? Any volunteers?" He asks sitting behind his desk. "Nobody is volunteering anything!" Riley replied, his hand slapping Juan on the chest. "All I did was ask a question," Juan said, smiling. Eric says, "But I'm always in the market if you know of anybody." "Ever try gay.com?" Diving right into the order of business, Riley doesn't even give Eric the chance to answer Juan. Clearing his throat, he questions Eric, "How would I go about altering the deed to my property?" Immediately Eric glances at Juan. Getting a notion, Juan directs to Riley, "Is this about me?" "Never you mind," Riley replies, continuing, "I want joint custody." "Um are we talking property here or adoption, Riley?" "You know what I mean." Eric gives Juan a strange look. Juan shrugs his shoulders, enough to say `I don't know!' "Oh and yes that does remind me, if you can make up some kind of hocus pocus stuff for Davide, it would be great too." By now Eric was totally confused, Juan only half way there. "Wait. Can we start at the beginning?" However Eric's attention jumped back on Juan, as the Latino explained the whole sitaution regarding Davide. Having been his attorney, Eric states, "When the judge awarded you two temporary custody it was like getting a package deal." "Oh," is all Riley said, not sure if his question was answered. "But about your property Riley, just what are your intentions here?" "Him," Riley set his index finger pointing in Juan's direction. "I want him as co-ownership or whatever you call it, on the deed to all of my properties." ""Um, don't I get a say in this?" "No," Riley replied, shutting Juan up. Then to Eric, "I've finally decided to fix the place up, but it wouldn't be right for Juan to go and spend his money on remodeling if it wasn't his place too." Breaking silence, Juan voices opinion, "You don't have to go and do all that, Riley. I trust you." "That's good, but it wouldn't cut it in a court of law if something should happen to me." "He's right," Eric agrees. Then he puts it in their heads, "Unless you were to get hitched!" "Is he talkin' marriage?" Juan asks. Brightening up, Riley says, "Sounds like it could be a good alternative." "You for real?" Juan asks him. Eric intervenes, "Um, should I leave you two alone for awhile?" "No," Riley says forcefully. "Just draw up the papers and we'll sign them." Things started rummaging around in Juan's head. Here he was, a nineteen year old and finishing up his first year in college and already he not only shared a man's lair but was on the verge of part ownership. "What if we decide to... to break up?" "Will you cut it with the `what ifs'? Ain't gonna happen. I told you when you... never mind." He had put it to Juan already that he shouldn't be sharing their personal life, especially the part about Juan taking his cherry, but now he almost spilled the beans himself! Whatever thoughts the two had between them and Eric sensed this, he put the issue of their lives together aside and said, "I'll have the papers drawn up by tomorrow if you two can stop by." "What time?" Riley asked. "Around eleven?" Juan went with whatever Riley suggested, which he agreed with Eric's appointed time. Making their exit, Eric asks, "By the way Juan, you know of any guys who found Mr. Right at gay.com?" "You want a partner, Eric? I'll line you up with a bunch of Mr. Rights and it won't cost you a dime!" Riley replies. Eric passed up both opportunities. However as he closed his door, he leaned against it, in a trance-like state, watching the years tick by in his mind, aging to twenty-six, then twenty-seven, seeing the years pass without a Mr. Right in his life. He found himself with not only mental thoughts but his left hand at the seam of his pants, stroking up some visions. % "So you think Steve will be off his feet for a week at least, huh Richard?" "A week to ten days. Depends. He's a young, healthy guy, but everyone needs a time of recuperation after surgery," Dr. Stahl informs Barry as they stroll down the hospital corridor. "You can't rush things you know?" "It's a shame this had to happen with two weeks of school left, but at least Steve will hopefully be able to dive into summer school." When Dr. Stahl showed question, perhaps more interpeted as an interest, Barry enlightened him, "We had planned an extended vacation, but our finances being what they are Steve has taken on a part time position teaching remedial students and adult education. You know, adults who never finished high school and want to achieve a diploma?" "I know what you mean." Stopping before the exit, turning around, he stood inches from Barry to say, "Still he needs to take it easy." "You know the saying, `can't keep a good man down', Richard?" "Oh he's `that' type huh?" "Knowing he can get out of bed and roam freely, Steve will be up and trying to be his old self as soon as he can stand on two feet." "I know `those' types of people. Nope Barry, I would say there's not much hope of keeping Steve contained, so I'd suggest one thing." "Oh?" "Just sit back and let nature take its course!" "I'll think on it," Barry replied, shaking Dr. Stahl's hand, thanking him for all he's done. Being a modest one, Richard shooed Barry's thoughts away saying, "Eh, it was nothing." "Well when things do get back to right we'll see about having you and Griffin over for a pool party. How's that?" "Oh, so I can show off my Olympian skills, huh?" "No," Barry joked, "so I can check out your bear image for Steve!" % Stopping off at Bridges Realty, as soon as Chad walks in the door, Matty pops the question, "Well? What did your dad say?" "Would you believe he hadn't given it a thought of having a graduation party for Mark and... well for now Denis is out of the picture, but Jose is in." "Mind running that by me again, Preppy?" As if a client, Chad parks his ass in front of Matty's desk in one of the wooden chairs. "My dad said Denis won't be graduating with the rest of his class." "Poor kid," Matty said sympathetically. "I know, but it doesn't mean he won't be ready for college in the fall." "Oh?" Matty said, all that was needed to spur Chad on. "Yeah, he says they have qualified teachers who will tutor him, achieving his high school diploma even though it won't be til August." "Right," Matty agreed. "And when you think about it, Denis really hasn't missed a lot of school. What's it been a month since he...." It then became sketchy in Matty's mind. "I don't think it was ever said, but did Denis try to commit suicide?" Sitting back, placing his hands behind his head, patches of sweat shone on Chad's pits. "I don't think the word was every `used', at least not to my knowledge, but that's the general feeling I got." Back on subject, Matty asks, "So, what about the graduation party?" "Hey," Chad sat up looking more attentive, "y'know it's a good thing we offered. You know my dad... well he and Steve are having financial problems?" "No way," Matty replied. "Yeah. He told me Steve is taking on a double load of courses this summer at the high school. This is the first time he's teaching adult school." "I don't know how your dad is going to swing that, being in the hospital," Matty states. "I'm sure Steve will bounce back. He's always been athletic," Chad replies. Getting back to the party, Matty asks, "Y'know Preppy, I was thinking..." "Could be dangerous if you make a habit of it!" To Chad's joke, Matty crunched up a piece of paper and threw it at him, hitting him in the chest where he caught it. He went to toss it back, but stopped in midair. "If I didn't love you so much," he withdrew the threat, tossing it instead into the waste can. Matty scored him, "Two points." "As you were saying?" Chad said, loosening his tie and unbuttoning the top button of his shirt. "I think it would be sort of nice to have a more formal dinner. What do you think?" Smiling, Chad was wise to this new development, especially after discussing this last night, agreeing on deli foods. "Is this your idea or mom's?" he spoke of Bernice as if a mother-in-law. Putting on a smile, Matty throws his pen on the desk, saying, "I could never fool you, huh?" "You almost did, except for I know this is something mom would want. So, did she mention any details?" "Not much other then she's heard through the grapevine of that new Italian Deli opening in town..." "De Ferrari's," Chad immediately shoots out with. "I stopped in for lunch there on Saturday. The place was busier than Penn Station." "Is that in Pennsylvania?" Matty questions. "No doofus, it's in New York City!" "Hey, don't be too harsh on me Preppy. Afterall I didn't grow up in `metropolis'!" "Yeah, okay," Chad forgave and forgot. "Anyway, I think they make most of their stuff homemade and..." "And?" Sitting back once again, Chad drops his folded hands to his lap and like dreaming, looks to the ceiling, replying, "Leonardo's okay looking, but Antonio is a real stallion, but oh," Chad more addresses Matty, "when the younger brother walked in, `whew'!" he shook his hand out as if shaking water from it. "Hot, huh?" "'Hot' is putting it mild!" "Oh really? So what are his stats like?" Guy talk produced facts as if describing some Italian stud from gay.com, a bit exaggerated on Chad's part, "Oh man he has to be at least six foot-two, dark hair...." "Hairy?" Matty asked like his mouth was watering. "Had to be. I mean he had this white tee shirt on and I could see right through it." "So you were checking him out pretty closely, huh Preppy?" Using the excuse, Chad replies, "Yeah, so when you asked I could tell you!" "Geez, you're saying it as if I'm jealous or something!" "Are you?" Chad got the pen thrown at him. "No... I'm...not...jealous! What do you think?" "I dunno. I suppose if I caught you checking out a hot Italian stud I'd be jealous," Chad says with a gleeming smile, rather forced. "So, what's his name?" "Mario." "Does he come with the package?" "Yeah, he had a nice package," Chad replied, a flashy grin returning to his face. A paper war broke out as spare sheets of paper got crinkled up and chucked at each other like a snowball fight! % "So, where do we start?" Juan asked Riley as he drove the truck down van Dusen Blvd. "We start by you slowing down? This is like a twenty-five mile per hour zone?" "What're you going to do? Slap me with a ticket? You're off duty you know?" "Just slow down?" Riley said even as Juan's foot pounced lighter on the gas pedal. Juan changes subject, "So what do we rip out first? The kitchen or the jon?" And before Riley could say which, "Or do you think we should have the farmhouse gutted?" "Do you have any idea what having the farmhouse gutted and remodeled costs?" "I know. It's not like I'm offering without backup. I think the kitchen would look great with a Mexican flair. What do you think?" "What I think is, `do you know how much the ticket costs for running a red light'?" "The light was red?" Juan asks, looking through the mirror to his right. "Shit! I just ran a red light!" "Pull over there." "You're going to give me a ticket?" "No. I'm hungry. C'mon Mr. Moneybags. You're treating me to lunch," Riley informed Juan. After locking the door, Juan remembers, "Oh yeah. I forgot. You don't have to lock up out here in the sticks." "You'll get used to it," Riley comments. Entering the Italian deli, Juan says, "Smells nice in here." "Fresh bread," Riley tells him. "You know you're worse then a little kid?" Juan tells him, seeing Riley holding the long, thin loaf of Italian bread up to his pubes. Both Riley and Juan were stunned out of their gourds, as this tall, dark Italian passed by, scolding, "Didn't your momma ever tell you not to play with food?" and took Riley's `toy' bread out of his hand. Juan smiled hearing Riley say to the late twenties guy, "Yes sir," saluting him. Then commenting to Juan, "Cute isn't he?" "C'mon. Snap out of it. He's not your type," Juan told him, then asked what he wanted for lunch. As Juan ordered the subs, Riley's mind ran amuck, thinking of slapping that Italian stud's stomach over a table and plowing his ass. "I said, do you want oil and vinegar, or mayo?" Juan interrupted his awake dream. "Dry," Riley replied, adding, "I prefer it fresh. You know, not all loaded with all that wet stuff?" "Are we talking subs or?" Riley smiled at Juan, just knowing he knew what he was thinking before being called to attention! % "I can't be extending the priviledge of visiting with Denis, every day, to you Tony," Dr. Singh let him know he wasn't to be taken advantage of. Wisely, Tony asks, "By the way did you check out the number I left for you?" Dr. Singh gave Tony a look, replying, "I did." Helping himself to a chair, Tony relaxed as his tee shirt tightened around his pecs, tiny dots forming on the right and left sides, a smile dawning on his face as he remarked, "So did you two have a good time last night?" "You know you missed your calling Tony?" "As?" He probed Dr. Singh's thinking. "I think you should change your major to psychology?" he suggests. "Or mind reading?" Tony puts it to him. Cutting through the butter, he tells, "We had an `adequately' good time last night." "So, when's the followup `date'?" Wise to Tony leading him on, the shrink states his position once more, "Getting back to Denis..." "Getting back to Jack, I'm sure you had a `pissing' good time, Dinesh?" It became a stalemate, Dr. Singh trying to get his point across and Tony stressing the fact, without saying, of his reference to Jack Collier. Staring at Tony, his hand reached for the phone. With one punch of his index finger to zero, he was speaking with his receptionist. "Ron, would you have Denis Clark escorted to my office?" Then after a two second pause, "Thank you." Not leaving him alone Tony asks, "So did Jack have you pissing on him or in him?" He could have let the subject slide by. Even though he wished his meeting with the twenty-seven year old nurse to remain incognito, Dinesh was bursting to repeat the scene as if out of a movie, eager to tell a friend how it goes. "Both." Tony couldn't see under the desk, Dinesh's hand at work, but he did notice the sleeve of his arm in motion. "Want to elaborate?" But Dinesh had a surprise as he mocked, "Not much different than when you let loose your stream down his throat!" In a flash, Tony's hands were shifted from behind his head the the arms of the chair, leaning forwards, condemning, "That son-of-a-bitch! Jack said he wouldn't tell a sole...." It's the first time Dr. Singh had shown humor, this time him being the one to relax, laughing his ass off as he told Tony, "All it took were a few interrogation tactics. Nope! Wasn't much Jack wasn't willing to tell me after I fingered his asshole!" "You did what?" Tony was surprised. Wanting to drive Tony crazy, Dr. Singh furthered, "Something you and Jack didn't explore I take it." Then as if picturing the scene last night right in front of him, Dinesh tells, "Tight ass. He was howling after two fingers. Can you imagine how Jack felt when I stuffed all four in?" Whistling slightly, Tony responded, "All four huh?" His hand returned to his lap as he said, "Had to loosen him up somehow before..." The way he said it had Tony thinking Dinesh must have sported nothing less than beer-can size. "Excuse me?" The door wedged open along with a knock. "I've got Denis out here for Tony?" Purposefully Dr. Singh didn't get up to say his farewell to Tony. As before, Denis and he met in the doctor's office, so Tony waited. Then to Ron, he commands, "Why don't you show Tony to Dr. Patel's office?" Switching his attention to Tony, "It's much more comfy with the leather sofa and all?" "No problem," Tony replied, getting up as he carefully repositioned his crotch in a way the receptionist wouldn't notice anything suspicious. Holding the door for Tony, Ron allowed his arm to graze the front of his bod. "And Ron?" "Yes sir?" "After you show Mr. Gagliardi to Dr. Patel's office, return to my office. I have an important communique to `dictate' to you?" "Yes sir," Ron replied, adding a generous smile. Turning to his waiting travelers, he caught them in a hug, Denis saying, "Ohhhh, I missed you so much Tony." He waited. Breaking apart, Tony took Denis' hand as Ron led them to Dr. Patel's empty office. Shutting the door, Tony winked as he said, "Have fun taking dictation!" "Thanks," Ron replied with a smile. As soon as Ron closed the door he looked down at himself, his hand feeling up his crotch. "Oh shit!" He said. "I hope Tony didn't notice!" But it was only wishful thinking on his part, the twenty-four year old receptionist all well-knowing it's the reason for Tony's remark. "Oh!" he remarked as he opened the door to Dr. Singh's office, running right into him. Waiting at the door, Dinesh replies, "About time you got back here boy." "Sorry Sir. I hurried as fast as....." "Shhhhhh," Dinesh replied, putting his index finger to Ron's lips. He replaced it with his lips. Turning their heads ever-which-way, the two enjoyed some lip-locking, tongues entwined within their orifices. Same time, Dinesh loosened Ron's tie. Pulling it from the collar he broke off their necking. He tossed it on the chair, going right for the buttons of Ron's white shirt. At the beltline he parted it, bending his neck, taking a taste of Ron's hairy pecs. "Ohhhhhhhhh," Ron sighed when he felt teeth on his left nip. "Harder please," he requested, following by a longer, more pronouced sigh as Dinesh sunk his teeth in, pulling away from the lightly haired pec. His hands were still busy, unbuckling Ron's belt. He stripped it from the loops. "Looks raw," he judged the appearance of the red nip when backing away. "Felt damn hot," Ron replied. "Can you do the other?" he strongly requested. "Some other time when I feel in a really sadistic mood!" "Fuck yeah," Ron replied. He knew this wasn't one of `those' moments, but rather purely sexually charged. As the routine has developed, Ron knew this the time to get ready for the one-on-one encounter. Dinesh stepped back as he watched Ron undo the buttons on his dress shirt cuffs. One of the perks of the doctor, Ron slowly slipped each sleeve from his arm, behind his back, making sure his boss got the full frontal view. Reaching forwards, grabbing both of Ron's nips, he squeezed and twisted them. "I just couldn't resist." Still figiting with his shirt behind his back, Ron dropped his head back, moaning out loud. "Harder, please?" Dinesh didn't disappoint Ron, his smile turning into a toothy grin as he mashed nips. But Ron `was' downcast, when suddenly fingers and thumbs disengaged. "Ohhhhhhh," the deep sigh came. "Like I said," Dinesh responded, "when I'm in a more `cruel' mood. But for now I think you better get stripped? I don't think I'm going to last much longer." Too much into the moment, Ron let his white dress shirt fall to the floor. In seconds he was undoing the button of his jeans, unzipping as he kicked each shoe off. "I'll get that," Dinesh said, reaching out for Ron's CK's. "What's this?" he asks, feeling up a wet spot. "Sorry. When it comes to my nips it's tough to keep from doing it," Ron explained. Like it hasn't happened before? Parking Ron's elastic waistband under his rather large set of orbs, Dinesh commands, "You've got a nice erection coming on. Why don't you give me a little show first boy?" "Yes Sir," Ron replied. More than willing it wouldn't be for only the master's pleasure. Ron often enjoyed from puberty, at home or for others, being the exhibitionist at times in college, or lying down on the floor, doing a royal `crunch', heaving his legs overhead, allowing his 9.5c endowment hang over his head. Watching Ron open his mouth, Singh told him, "No hands," as Ron pulled on his thighs. A tactic Ron developed himself, to keep his hands from channeling his cock into his own mouth, he forced himself together like a sandwich, taking the head of his cock onto his palate. "Oh yeah," Singh softly prodded Ron on. "Now suck it boy." Drawing his cheeks in, Ron pulled his cock deeper into his mouth, his pursed lips holding his hard shaft in place, keeping it from pulling out. Too, his hands on his legs, kept him doubled almost in half, both with the purpose of sinking his own cock in deeper. "Ohhh yeah... such a rare gift," Singh replied to Ron sucking his own cock in to almost halfway. "Now down the throat?" Down his cock went, visibly on the outside showing it sliding down Ron's throat. Not without the help of Dr. Singh's hand against his balls, pushing, soon Ron's lips held it in place at the base. Utilizing Ron's balls as a tool, Singh worked the hard shaft out, with a pull, in with a push. His other hand was busy at work, trying to unfasten his pants, digging into his white briefs to pull out his own raging hard-on. He didn't wait for Ron to get off, swallow his own cream. Instead he dropped to the carpet, planting his knees right under Ron's thighs. "This is so... fuckin'," he lined his beer can tool up to Ron's ass, "hot!" As foretold, when he forced his cock into Ron's ass, he sighed out loudly when the hot chamber `ate' him up. For Ron, the self-sucking session ended, the pain from his ass canal being stretched causing him to open his mouth wide as he gasped in pain. "I love a tight fuck!" Singh voiced his opinion as he drove his tube in and out. "Yes...." Ron gasped for air and gulped at the same moment, "Ohhhhh....S-s-sir..." % At the tail end of his story Tony mentions, "In other words Coach Hollister warned the guys they better not have any body fat at the end of the summer or they are off the swim team. So then this new guy, Nelson..." Sitting upright on the leather sofa, attentive to Tony Gagliardi telling of the different jobs occupied by members of WRCC's swim team members, Denis couldn't help but smile, looking through the facade of Tony's jovial manner of telling a story. His hands in motion to help explain the height of Nelson Corrado, Tony explained how this gorgeous Latino's five foot-nine inch height didn't allow him to be dwarfed among the rest of the team. Slowly, Denis began to shrink back into his depression at the way Tony went on about this guy. "Cool, he's tranferring from UCLA, huh?" "Just Dandy," Denis sulked. "Whatsamatter, Denis? I thought you would like to hear what's happening on the swim team?" Tony asked gently. "I am." Then in another direction he asked, "Tony, why are you taking such an interest in me?" "Because you're my friend," Tony replied, adding a hint of a smile, hoping it would cheer Denis. "Oh," Denis replied, burying his head in the top of the cushy sofa. In a meek reply said, "I thought maybe it was something more." Sitting there, his chin to his chest, didn't sit right with Tony. From the perspective of his ass perched on the wooden chair in front of Denis he pictured himself more the stature of Dr. Singh. He then recalled in his mind what the doc said about him `missing his call'. Right now, if he was reading Denis right, he was falling back into his old self, from the time he almost did something bad up on the ridge. `Oh shit!' was his thoughts, of if Denis went back to his unit and did something bad to himself, if would be on Tony's shoulders. Feeling mighty guilty he decided maybe he should apply something of what he's learned in freshman psych. Getting up from his chair he walked over to the sofa. Sitting down, he let his arm fall over Denis' shoulders. Another `oh shit!' rang out in his ears, a message from himself as he suddenly felt warm, like the temps in the room hit over a hundred. "Tony, what are you doing?" Denis asked as he turned his head. Tony figured it a closeup experience as opposed to long distance that snagged his heart, those baby blue sapphire eyes dictating morse code of love to him. From Denis' shoulder his hand reached up and caressed Denis' hair. "Damn you've got such soft... beautiul blond hair." With hope, Denis cheered up some, asking, "Anything else about me you like?" "Yeah. These." His other arm snuck in between Denis' right arm and ribs, making it a cinch making the eighteen year old collide with his own bod. The blond swimmer's build was no match for Tony's beefy bod, an easy task to draw him in, their lips meeting. Breaking off Denis felt up his lips, asking, "Are you sure you only `like' me?" "No, I'm not sure." To test his feelings Tony bowled Denis over onto the thick arm of the leather sofa. "I'm not hurting you?" he inquired about his just under two hundred pound bod leaning against Denis' taut frame. "Only your crotch..." "Oh!" Tony said, quickly releasing his hold on Denis, getting up on his knees. "No!" Denis shouted out. "I meant it as a good thing." "You did, did you?" Tony said in wry manner, a twist of sexual intention. As he lean over this time, Denis sought after feeling up the Italian hunk. Without effort his hands fit nicely under Tony's tee shirt. With unintentional digs he said, "Your hair is starting to grow back." "And yours?" Tony questioned. Not being as gentle as Denis, he crumbled up the bottom of the blond's tee shirt and pulled upwards. Stretching his arms up above his head, Denis allowed Tony to peel his shirt off. "Cool!" he replied to the action. Without words Tony looked upon Denis as not only `golden-boy with the sapphire blue eyes', but his whole bod as if an Adonis. When Denis went to put his arms down, Tony grabbed both of them, keeping them in place. Right away he darted to the right, his tongue extended to lick the blond pit. "Ohhhhhhhh," Denis sighed out loud, feeling shivers all over himself as if ants at a picnic. Shiver number two caressed his bod as Tony went for the right pit. He didn't linger as long, his tongue making a wet path to Denis' left pec. He gnawed away at the hairless, dime-sized nip, all to Denis' immense pleasure. "Like that do you?" Denis did but he had other things on his mind. Mainly, "Can I do you now?" Tony only smiled. Barely audible he replied, "Oh-kay," getting up and falling back on the sofa. Taking up three-quarters of the soft piece of lounge furniture, Tony stretched out his arms above his head. His tee shirt hiked up, exposing his deep innie. "Um, can I like take your shirt off too?" Feeling in the mood, Tony suggests, "Take off anything you like!" "Cool!" Denis replied. He wasn't as graceful removing Tony's shirt, peeling it back like a can of sardines, it getting stuck on Tony's head. "Here, allow me," Tony offered, dropping the shirt over the other arm of the sofa. "Well, here we are," Denis said, seemingly freezing in place. Unlike himself he posed the question to Denis, "A good looking guy like you I figure maybe you've fooled around with plenty of jocks, no?" Cracking a little smile Denis confesses, "Only my brother Mark, but if it comes up forget I ever told you?" "You're secret's safe with me," Tony replies, his long arm reaching out for Denis' locks of hair, his hand guiding the blond to impact. It made Tony happy, excited he was giving Denis his first experience at mansex. Unlike himself, he knew all the right moves, first working over Denis' lips then letting him wander around on his own. "Okay if I don't do your pits?" Giggling, he said, "Fine, but don't skip over my nips... and Denis?" "Yeah?" He asked, backing off for a sec. "You can get as rough as you want." "Oh. Okay," he replied even though he hadn't a clue of what Tony meant. But Denis didn't do such a gentle job, getting into it, first licking over Tony's right nub, then using his lips like Tony did on his, but he got more into it, liking the taste of Tony's stubbled nip. "Feels like sandpaper," he stopped for a half-second, then continued. Tony hardly heard him as he was lost in pleasure, both of his nips getting worked over and his hands surfing over Denis' back. With the ability to reach his shoulder, he planted small kisses along the ridge of Denis' collarbone. Quite by accident, Denis' right hand took to wandering and found some buried treasure. "Oh man you're sooooo hard Tony!" "Any wonder the way you're working my pecs over." Sketchy, Denis asks, "Can I like...." "How can I refuse somebody with a tongue as talented as yours!" "Cool!" Denis replied. With a vengeance he went at Tony's belt buckle. "Careful," he warned, "I'm not wearing any briefs." Gently Denis lowered his zipper. "Whoooooa," he said when his hand on the inside helped protect Tony's gems from harm. His care produced a tall stalk in a nest of dark brown fur. It was tough to miss the two golf ball sized eggs. "Damn!" "What?" Tony asked, already keen on Denis probably noticing his 9.5c standing at perfect attention as it popped up from it's cramped position. Sitting up, Denis took in the full view. "You must look awesome with all your hair grown back." "Like cubs do you?" "Cubs?" Denis questioned. "You mean like in a bear cub?" He asked even though he still didn't get the correlation. Instead of venturing off on another subject, Tony says, "I'll explain it to you later." It was a cue for Denis to get back to work. Hesitant, he says, "I've only done Mark before so I might not be as good as the other guys." "Other guys?" "Unlike me I guess you've done it with a lot of other guys. You're like a professional at this gay sex stuff right?" With reluctant tone, or modestly, Tony reveals, "A few guys. Nobody worth remembering." Still unsure of all this Denis asks, "Am I going to be worth remembering?" >From his chair to the sofa, Tony had wondered what it was which brought him to this position of lying there under the spell of his blond god. Different than having other guys worship his studly five foot-ten inch bod, he sensed something more than the quick once-over with the tongue. "Com-mere," he said. Not with intention, Denis braced himself from allowing gravity to make him crash, chest-to-chest. His right hand landed right on Tony's below-the-belt cushion of wiry hair, his thumb inches from Tony's crushed stalk. When he got up from the sweetest kiss, it was like his hand leading him. Slipping a few inches west his hand easily wrapped around Tony's still stiff shaft. Before handling it, Tony says, "First things first." Depantsing himself by flexing his abs and lifting his hips he drove Denis backwards. "Oops!" he said when Denis landed back in the opposite pocket of the sofa. "Should I like get like you?" He questioned Tony, watching him tear his sneakers off his feet so he could get his pants off. With strong suggestive power, Tony remarks, "If you don't mind?" This time, when Denis make his advances towards Tony both their hard cocks entwined with their bare chests, stomachs, lips. % "I got a pocket... a pocket fulla sunshine..." Philip sang as he walked down Evergreen Trail, the street his family lived on. Answering, Diego continued the verse in his high tenor voice, "I'm gonna make... gonna make you all mine!" Alternating the tune because they haven't heard the Natasha Bedingfield song enough, not even sure they had the lyrics correct, the two swung their clasped hands between them, repeating the same thing over and over. "You two wouldn't be happy because it's the last day of school or anything?" Max questioned them, answering the front door instead of hearing the backdoor slam. "I forgot my key," Philip said. "I see," Max replied, intently looking at the two's hands, Diego's right in Philip's left. "So, what're you? Boyfriends or something?" "Yep!" Diego was first to say, Philip telling, "And today we became engaged!" Max couldn't help but burst out laughing. "Sorry guys," he said when he saw two little frowns. He made up for it saying, "I've arranged a little pool party if you want to get.... in.... your.... suits," he faded out, the two rushing past him. "All's forgiven, I guess," he said to himself, closing the front door. He giggled to himself, saying, "Two twelve year olds engaged. Wait til I tell Berk this one!" % Check out my new story: LETS MAKE MATT /nifty/gay/authoritarian/lets-make-matt Copyright 2008 T. Chase McPhee This story may not be sold, nor made part of any collection, without prior consent from the author.