Date: Fri, 25 Mar 2005 08:18:19 -0800 (PST) From: T Chase McPhee Subject: Nature Walk 13 The following story is a work of fiction set in the format of reality. Any resemblance to real people is entirely coincidental in nature, and is not meant to accurately reflect persons in towns, cities, or governmental areas, in which the story is staged. If sexual scenes 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 states and countries, you are not allowed to read this by law. This is fiction. Don't forget, in real life, to think about 'sexual safety matters'. "Nature Walk" 13 (M/t oral anal bdsm) wriTten by T. Chase McPhee % "I don't believe that the two pipsqueeks beat us!" "Yeah, Eric, especially since you're the oldest!" "I think we could've won, Mark, if Denis hadn't come in and sided with the two weasels." "C'mon, guys I got an idea." Stev and Eric follow Mark back to where Philip and Aidan are packing up the game. "Hey guys." "What's up Mark?" "The three of us want a rematch." "Okay. Now?" "No, it's too late now. Tomorrow and without Denis." "Are you sure? Aidan and I are gonna whip your butts again." "Not without Denis." Denis looks up and says, "Now do you think that's fair, Mark?" "Sure it is. You're the one that gave them all the hints." Philip says, "That's not true. Aidan had a lot of good moves, Mark." "Ahem!" Steve had just broken up what looked like a heated argument readying to catch fire. "Dad, Mark says the Aidan and me should play them without Denis." Barry butts in, "Do you think that's right, son?" "Dad, they wouldn't have won if Denis didn't play with them." "So, in other words, Mark, you want to take advantage of them because of their age?" "Well..." Suddenly Mark, Eric and Stev looked like the bad guys. "Okay, never mind." "Why don't you play with them, Mark and team up Eric, Stev and Denis." "Me play with the wimps?" "We're not wimps, bozo!" Philip yells at Mark. "Hey.. hey. Now namecalling isn't going to solve anything." "I'll play with Aidan and my bro." They all looked at Tom. "I don't see what's the big deal, just because they're little kids," Tom replied. Denis says, "Yeah, it would be about even. I'm sixteen, Tom's fourteen, the squirt's are ten and eleven and you guys are fourteen, sixteen and how old are you Stev?" "Fifteen." Steve offers, "I think that about evens it up." Stev voices his opinion, "I think we should get one of the little guys." "Good thinking, buddy!" Mark, the sixteen year old says, patting him on the shoulder. "Okay, so tomorrow we'll team up for the Oceanopoly Championship." Aidan asks, "But I don't want to play against Philip." "And I don't want to play against Aidan," Philip announced. "I know!" "What Aidan?" "Philip and I can play Oceanopoly and you guys can play one of the other Monopoly games." "You mean there's other's Philip?" Steve goes over to the game closet and opens the cupboard door. "Sure, take your pick!" The boys just about keel over when they see the cabinet filled from top to bottom with about fifty different species of Monopoly. "Holy Cow!" Tom exclaims. Mark says, "Hey, they've got the NASCAR Monopoly!" "Yeah," Tom says, "And the Motownopoly," and then pointing down the whole left row, reads off, "Dogs, Lord Of The Rings, Green Bay Packers, Coca Cola, Looney Tunes, Lionel Trains, Muppets, NY Yankees, NHL, State of Utah, Golf, Astronomy, Surfing, Disney, Betty Boop... Who's Betty Boop?" They all giggle at Tom's reaction. Barry asks, "Do they have the Martha Stewart Monopoly?" Steve replies, "The prison version?" Denis gets it, knowing what a Martha Stewart fan his dad is, but the rest of the boys snicker at the joke. "Hey look Aidan! Garfield!" "Cool, let's play that one tomorrow, Philip!" "Hey dad!" "Evening fellows." "We just wanted to let you know that we made it home." "Thanks Chad. I appreciate that." Mark asks, "Chad, how did you get all wet?" "Oh, we were in Miguel and Juan's hot tub." Matty adds, "Yeah, we had a really nice time." Philip asks, "Matty, did you find out if Miguel is mixed up with your blood?" They all giggled at Phillips inquiry. "Yeah, I did. We both have the same dad, but not the same mother." "Huh?" "Look, we're tired. Can I fill you in tomorrow little bro?" "Who me?" Philip asks. "No, your brother Sam!" Matty replies. "Matty?" "What Squirt?" "I've had it up to here with your brother Sam jokes!" Laughter fills the room, as Phillip touches his forehead with his flat palm. "G'night'all." "Oh, is Sean with you Matty?" "Um, no Steve. He's still hanging with Ken." "Okay. Thanks. Just so I know." The two guys bow out, heading up to their room. % "Care for a drink, Sean?" "Um, no thanks, Jacq." "Excited?" "Yeah, sure." "So, up for some cbt?" "Sure." "How much pain can you take?" "I'm not sure. I've never really tested it." "Are you up for some roleplaying or want to skip to the torture?" "Anything you want to do, Jacq." The thirty-two year old likes Sean's answers. Tonight he feels like a few hours of intense play. "In that case, Sean, strip for me." No only does Sean start peeling off his clothes, but Jacq does the same. "C'mon, let's go downstairs." Sean follows Jacq down the basement stairs. Unlike their own basement, Sean sees that two of the windows have been cemented up. Jacq turns the knob of a metal door, opens it and flicks a switch. "Heeey, is this real?" "Yep. Everything you see in here is the authentic, Sean." "I've never been this close to dungeon furniture before." "Ready to try some of it out?" "Yeah, cool!" Jacq took his time with Sean. If he played him out correctly, he could have a hot jock to play with. Maybe even his own bitch for when his other master friends got together. "Got a question for you Sean." "Sure, Jacq." As Jacq lifts Sean's left arm up to secure to the leather cuff, hanging from a chain, he works at finding out various kinds of information from the nineteen year old. "What does your dad think of all this?" "My dad doesn't know." "He hasn't seen..." "Owwch!" "Too tight?" "No, it's fine, Jacq." "My dad doesn't see me without my clothes off." "Don't you go to the beach?" "I haven't had that problem. There hasn't been any long lasting marks on my skin. Besides, all there are around here is mostly mountains and a dinky lake." "You're a funny guy, Sean." "Yeah, um, Jacq, you play with many guys?" "I've played with fellas that have guys to play with, but never had a boy of my own since I've moved here." "When was that?" "It's been almost two years, Sean. Hmm, nice set of balls you've got here." Sean's hard as a rock as Jacq rolls his orbs around in his hand. "Want to play with them?" "Sure. Ever had a parachute put on them? Weights?" "Ken tied a rope around my balls and hung his barbell from my them." "Hmm, good start, Sean." "Thanks." Next thing Sean knows, Jacq is stroking his nips. "Any nip torture?" "None other than having my nips squeezed with fingers and thumbs." "OKay. I know you've been flogged." "Been whipped too, with a leather belt." "Where?" "Ass, back, a little on my chest." "Ever have your balls whipped?" "Oh no." "Hee heee... do I detect a reluctance there, Sean?" "I'm not against anything, as long as you know what you're doing Jacq." "How about watersports?" "I'll try it, but no scat." "I'll second that!" Sean started to warm up to Jacq. He could seem to sense that like himself, he was out to have a good, safe time. At least he cared enough to ask. "How about assplay?" "Well, I've had some fingers up there. I've been fucked, but that's about all. Um, Ken had a buttplug he was ready to try, but we didn't get to it." "Oh?" "Yeah, I owed Ken, so he wanted to wait til we got together with his cousin to use it." "His cousin, huh?" "Yeah, we were in the midsts of planning a four day weekend." Jacq liked that idea immensely. Right away he thought about shifting his work schedule around. "Sounds nice. Still willing to keep that four day weekend?" "I promised Ken already." "Think he would mind if I came along?" "I don't know, but if you want to, you and I could plan our own four day weekend, if you want to Jacq." 'Even better', Jacq summised. "So, you going to try that parachute on my balls, Jacq?" "Sure. I want to give you your safewords first." "Okay." "I won't stop unless I here the words, 'Mercy, Sir'." "Sounds cool." "Now remember, if you scream out 'stop' or 'I've had enough', I wouldn't stop. Not until you say, "Mercy, Sir." "Okay. I know, 'sir'!" Jacq smiles at Sean's word of respect. "How long to you want to play, Sean?" "I don't care. As long as you do, Jacq." "You're giving me a lot of leeway here, Sean." "I know. I have a favor to ask, too." "Oh, what's that Sean?" "At the end of our play can I sack out on your sofa?" "Meaning you want to stay here for the night." "Right. I don't really want to drag myself into my house tonight, after our fun." Jacq liked that idea. Both idea in fact; the fun and staying overnight. "No problem, Sean." Sean looked down at the apparatus Jacq had in his hands. The open black collar readying to slip it around his balls at the base of his cock. Without further ado, that's what Jacq did. "How does it feel, boy?" "Good... 'Sir'." Jacq smiled at Sean. Then he temporarily left his sight, returning with some metal balls with little hooks attached. "We'll go easy this time." "Thanks." Sean, tied eagle-spread, leather cuffs attached to this wrists and ankles, stretched outwards in the form of an 'X', looked downwards, as Jacq squatted between his legs. He could feel his balls being toyed with, as one of the metal balls had been attached to the ball parachute. "Ugggh!" "Okay, Sean?" "Yes, Sir." "Not too heavy is it?" "No." "You're doing a nice job." "Thanks." Sean looked down again as he felt his balls being toyed with. "Arrrrrgghhhhh!" He threw his head back, as the pressure built up on dragging his balls lower. Sean received a pleasant surprise when he tasted a salty liquid. "You're leaking like crazy Sean." "Happens." "Liking this a lot are you?" "Yeah." After coating Sean's lips with his own precum, oozing from his cock, Jacq leaned in to taste his boy's coated lips. "Mmmmm... you taste good Sean." Sean had never been kissed by a guy older than Ken or Matty. "Mmmm... love a guy with hairy pits." Sean sighed louder, but not in pain as his left armpit became moist with Jacq's tongue flicking over the thick hair. "Ooooooooh," Sean let out, as the pain from his balls mixed with the delight his armpit projected. Jacq really played the college jock up, running his soft hands up and down the sides of his body, then moving closer, Jacq's own hairy chest and stomach rubbing against Sean's. Next, he sighed when his nips began getting mashed by Jacq's hands. Sean arched his back when the nip pleasure turned to pain. >From below, Jacq returned another fingerful of precum, touching it to Sean's palate and then enjoying the offering with him. % "So, Matty are you happy about what you found out?" "Yeah. Tell you the truth, Chad, there wasn't much to it. I wonder how come Alberto didn't fill me in?" "Maybe Alberto had a tough time talking about it. Besides, Matty, I noticed you didn't have a problem facing Miguel's naked body while he explained it." "Chad Barr, you scumbag!" After that little altercation, the two bare jocks turned towards each other, rubbing and kissing. "Happy?" "Yeah, I am and I don't believe it's only been two days, Chad." "Going on three, Matty." "Chad, what are you going to do after graduating?" "I planned on college." "No, I mean what is your interest. Career plans?" "Tell you the truth, I wasn't sure Matty. I thought about maybe following in my dad's footsteps, why?" "Just getting a feel for things." "Matty Bridges, you're hiding something from me!" "Damn, Chad. I can't believe you've only known me for two days and you can tell something like that already!" "Well, Matty? Do I have to tie you to the bed and tickle it out of you?" "Noooooo way. Not after what happened today!" "Hee heeeee.. I did have fun having my way with you Matty." "Tell you the truth, Chad, even though the other guys were playing with my body, I only sensed what you were doing as pleasurable." "Mmmmmmmm...." Chad forgot all about what it was they were chatting about and moved in for some kissing. Lying completely over on Matty's dark turf, he reached around him, pocketing his asscheeks in his hands. "Chad, claim me." "What was that Matty?" "Take me." "Are you sure?" "Well aren't you, Chad?" To answer Matty's question, Chad smothered Matty's lips with his own. He didn't need to worry about his cock being stiff enough to claim Matty's ass. "Matty?" "Yeah, Chad?" "I want to let you know that I've never fucked a guy." "And I've never been fucked, Chad." "But you and Sean?" "Okay, he never fucked me, but I almost fucked him." "Almost? How does that go Matty?" "We were young guys, fifteen. My cock wasn't even half as long as it is now." "Doesn't matter Matty. It's your's and Sean's business, I guess shouldn't meddle." "No, it's your business too Chad and as I said, kid's stuff. No big deal." "I believe you, Matty. Um, do you want it now before it starts to wilt?" In answer to Chad's question, Matty grabbed hold of his thighs. "Ooooh I'm sorry Chad!" "Hell, Matty, you almost kicked my teeth out. If I'd know you were going to be this dangerous at sex, I would've worn a football helmet!" "Are you alright, Chad. I think your lip is split." "Well one thing, I'll have to pass on Juan's quesadillas!" The two sat facing each other, as Matty had let his legs down, dabbing Chad's split lip with a tissue. "What a way to start a partnership with a split lip." "Matty, get over it." When Matty looked down, he saw another disappointment. He lay down with his head on the pillow, with some directions for his lover. "Chad, sit on my chest." "Your chest?" "Yeah, I need to stiffen up your fuck tool!" Chad laughed, but didn't turn down the request. Straddling Matty, sat on his dark, hairy turf. "Hmm..." "What?" "Your fur feels great on my ass, Matty." "Yeah, it's probably going to smell like it, too Chad." "heee heee... that'll make you shut up!" Matty loved shutting up though, as he savored the taste of Chad's prime meat. But he popped it out of his mouth after a half second. "Lay down, Chad." "But I thought you said.... whooooaaaa!" "Hee hee... pushing my weight around." Chad spilled over into the bed, as Matty gave him a push aside. Giving in, Chad lay there with Matty above, zeroing in on his pubes. "Ooooooh shiiiiit!" Chad groaned as Matty dove onto his seven inch pistol. As Matty licked and teased Chad's tool, Chad ran his hands down his own stomach, then right on to Matty's shoulders. "Oh man you have such smooth skin Matty." Matty groaned back, not wanting to talk with his mouth full. "Ooooh that feels so hot." Chad got hotter as Matty switched to coating each orb with his saliva and then pressed his nose to the mattress in order to tongue his delicious hole. "It's time, Matty." They quickly switched places. "Got any condoms and lube, Matty?" "Nope," he smiled up at Chad. "You plan on fucking more than one guy for the rest of your life Chad Barr?" Chad smiled, saying, "How about the lube?" "Improvise!" That Chad did. He reached over between Matty's legs and squeezed some natural lube juice out of his fountain of youth and then applied it to his claiming tool. Matty once again assumed 'the position'. Chad inched his way up to Matty's ass. "No going back." "I know." They sealed their 'vows' with a kiss and then Chad lined up his pistol, readying to shoot his load. "Oooooh!" "Hurt?" "A little, but I don't really give a fuck!" Chad giggled, but then retreated to his previous feelings of the tip of his cock sinking into the ass of his claimed lover. % "Well, Steve, we made it." "Yeah, funny thing is I feel more comfortable with the door unlocked and being this close to you Barry." "I don't believe how things turned out today. It's like everything falling into place naturally." Barry made a motion with his hand, like a priest blessing the sacraments. "Things sometimes have a way of working out like that." "Steve, what do you think about our families... hee heee.." "What Barry?" "Shackin' up together?" "Haa ha ha ha haa... hey, I don't plan on having any family orgies, Barry." "I know. But seriously, do you think we can make it work out?" "I'm sure there will be some problems, Barry, but damn, I feel so strong about this." Before they talked on, Steve and Barry combined lips for reassurance of their good intentions. "Oh man do I love feeling up your hairy body, Barry." "Even my belly?" "Hah! Y'know, I do like your belly." Steve moved down, put his lips to Barry's bear belly and blew a 'raspberry' into it. "Heeeeeey that tickles!" "Hmm, now I know where to get even." "Barry also groaned, as Steve quickly darted in and out of his navel." "Mmmm... now wasn't that a pleasant surprise!" "Yeah, to be continued." The two laughed and then settled down, side by side for some rounds of talk. "So are you interested in moving, Steve?" "Moving?" "Yes. You thought maybe you would like a change of scenery, so I figured maybe you would like to move to the other side of the fence." "Well, your place is a helluva lot bigger than mine!" "Steve, what do you think about the boys? I mean, especially Aidan and Phillip. Do you think they should room together?" "That's a tough call Barry. I think it would be wise to start them out in separate rooms." "I was thinking that myself." "What? That you and I should have separate rooms, Barry." "No, dummy! Aidan and Philip!" "Ooooh, I like it when you get mad and grab my pec, Barry." "You mean like this, Steve?" "Ooooooooooh...." "Hee heeee... sensitive nips, huh?" "Yeah..." "Hmmmm..." Barry decides to hell with the serious talk. Battling Steve over on his back, he plops his package down on his pubes and pressses his tongue dead center into his right nip. "Ooooooooooooooh," Steve lies back, his hands going to his forehead. "Mmmmm I see something else I like, too!" "OOooooooooh," Steve groans some more as Barry jumps to Steve's lightly haired armpit. "Yuck!" "What?" "Tasteless deoderant, Steve." They both roar with laughter at Barry taking a tissue and wiping his tongue off. "Guess ya gotta catch me shower-fresh, Barry!" "I guess that does it." "Heeeey, I was just getting comfy with your oral pleasures, love." "Love? Getting kinda personal are we?" "Yeah, well, if we're going to shack up together, why not?" At the point Steve takes over the oralization of Barry's body, going first for that deep bellyhole, surrounded by that matt of dark brown bear fuzz. "Oooooooh yeah!" He pulled out to say, "Next time you send this bellybutton through the dryer, make sure it comes out lint free!" "Do I?" "Hee heeeee.. nah, but it was fun making you think you did, Barry!" "Come over here you scalliwag!" For the next ten or fifteen minutes they offered each other sweet kisses until they fell under the spell of sleep. % "Are you awake, Denis?" "Yup and I'm waiting for you, Tom." "I'm nervous." "Of course you are Tom. If you were gay you probably wouldn't be." "I guess." "So, what do I do Denis?" "Take off those bottoms." "My PJ's?" "Yeah. Look! I don't have any pants on, Tom." Tom sure did notice Denis' cock, already hardened up to what looked to be about a maxed out, five inches. "Come on in my bed with me, Tom." "But I'm not gay, Denis." "What do you expect to do, Tom? Suck my cock by leaning over the bed?" The fourteen year old still wasn't sure about all of this, but saw Denis' logic. So he climbed in the sixteen year old's bed, sitting with his back up against the headboard, next to Denis. "So, what's next?" "Hee heee..." "What's so funny, Denis?" "Not funny, but okay, funny to me, but this is kind of funny that, Tom, I actually like how your cock looks." "Like how my cock looks, Denis?" "Yeah, there's this like, um attraction?" "I still don't get it." "Can I touch your cock, Tom?" "If you don't, I guess I'm never know what Ken meant about when another guy touches another guy's cock and how it feels." Tom wouldn't recall this later, but Denis would talk about Tom's first experience and how he actually sweated to the point of having tearlike drops of sweat dripping down his chest and stomach. "Oooh wow!" "Hee heeee... Ken was right, huh Tom?" "Sure was! I can't believe it, Denis." Instead of asking, Denis turned around in front of Tom, sitting on his hands and knees. Like a novice would, Tom turned his head to look underneath Denis' frame. Of course his cock and balls hung down from his crotch. "Denis, you sure do have a big one and big ones!" "Go ahead, Tom." "What?" "Touch the big one and big ones." "I can't reach them, Denis." "Then slide down till you can, Tom." "I don't know, Denis. I wouldn't want to do anything gay." "How could you, Tom, when you're straight." "Yeah, I guess." So, Tom, using Denis' shoulders for leverage, slid down the sheets until he was sure he could reach his objective. "Oh wow! Ken's right! This feels awesome to touch your cock and balls, Denis!" "I'll say! Oooooooooh!" Tom lay under Denis' physique totally mesmerized by the fact that it seemed totally cool to hold another guys cock, especially when it started to become engourged with blood, thickening up right within his hand. When his hand fell into his own crotch and discovered the same coincidence, he didn't wonder why Denis now crooned out loudly. "Denis, this feels so good." "Good enough to taste, Tom?" "I.... I don't know." "Well, sorry and I know if this sounds selfish, but I just gotta do it!" Denis' outpouring of emotional bondage let loose it's wrath on Tom. That first vision of a sugar plum dancing between his legs resurfaced in his mind and he had to taste it. Moving to his hips, then lips, he zeroed in on Tom's cock. So loud had the reverberation of Tom's lips sound out the equally sexual engulfing that it brought down the house. "Oh shit! Denis is sucking Tom's cock!" The door to Denis' room flew open and two pairs of eyes saw Denis in action, sucking away on Tom's rod. "Mark, your brother's gay!" Tom saw only the horror in the act. The absolute embarrassment of his older brother Mark, seeing him, a straight guy, getting his cock sucked by a gay guy! "Owwwwwwwch! Fuck Tom! What'd you do that for?" Just about bowling Mark Eric over, Tom lit out of the room, leaving Denis kneeling on the floor. "Are you alright, Denis?" "I... I think my jaw's broken!" "Hey! What's happening here?" Mark looks to the doorway. His eyes are as wide as saucers, gazing upon the two dads in the buff. "Dad, you have no clothes on!" "Um, uh... oh yeah." Eric, not too remotely shocked, asks, "Dad, are you and Uncle Barry sleeping together?" Mark, realizing what Eric might be saying as truth, asks his dad, "Is that true, dad?" "Well, uh." Then, Denis, who already knows the truth spells out the major blunder, "Yeah, Mark. Your dad is gay." "Mark, let's talk about this." "No, I can't believe your gay and you didn't tell me about it, dad! How could you do this to me!" "Mark, don't run off. Let's...." "Denis?" Is all Steve could say to his son. "Sorry dad. I guess I shouldn't have opened my big mouth." Eric replies, "Dad, is it true? Is Mark's dad gay?" "Yeah son. It's true. Are you hurt Denis?" "My jaw hurts." "Yeah," Eric replies the known facts, "Tom really punched Denis out." "But it wasn't Tom's fault," Denis defended, "it's kind of mine." "Your fault, Denis? How's that go?" "Yeah. Remember how we talked about me and Tom giving each other a blow job?" The fourteen year old, middle-aged Clark blurts out, "Dad, you knew Denis and Tom were having sex?" "Eric, dad and Tom's dad left it up to us to..." "Wow dad, you gave them permission to have sex?" "It's not the way it sounds, Eric." "Oh." Denis and his dad exchange glances. To break the ice, Barry shows up at the door with his two sons. By this time, Tom has slipped a pair of PJ bottoms on, Mark had the full outfit and Barry still needed some coverups. The trio stood in the door. "Steve," Barry began, "I think we all need to talk." "I agree." They herded all the boys together, going into the master bedroom. Steve tossed Barry a robe. Denis, realizing he had been the only guy in the buff, reported back to his room and came back wearing boxers. Barry and Steve sat in each of the high backed, padded chairs. The four guys picked a corner of the bed. Steve, acting as mediator, began with, "Well, I think we should have everything out the way it is and not the way it looks." Mark says right away, "Dad, how come you didn't tell us you are gay?" "Mark, I'm not going to say that I'm right in keeping it from you, but I didn't come out to tell you because I didn't want to hurt you." "But it hurts me that you didn't." "I can see that." "Mark?" "What?" He replies to Steve. "I know this is hard for you, but..." "How could you know how I feel Steve? It isn't your mother that was killed and now..." "Yes, now Mark? What about now?" "Now I find out that my dad is gay." "Mark?" "What Tom?" "Well, I knew dad was gay." "You did? Dad told you and not me?" "No, Mark. Dad didn't tell me he was gay." "Then how....." "Mom told me." Denis questions, "Your mom knew your dad was gay?" "Listen boys," Steve continues, "why don't we do this. You're dad told me yesterday that he came out here to the midwest to start a new life for you boys." Eric says, "We know our dad is gay and it doesn't bother us." "That's because your gay, Eric." "But what's the difference if your dad is gay? You still love him, don't you?" As Steve's saying goes, Eric just hit the nail on the head. By this time, Barry's head had been buried in his hands, trying to figure out how this would all work out. Suddenly, at Barry's side, his two sons knelt. Tom asked, "Dad, are you crying?" "No," Barry replied, with the lump in his throat and his eyes moist. Mark got up, plopped down on his dad's lap and hugged him. "Dad, I love you. You don't have to get upset." "I wanted to make everything so right for all of us. Maybe I shouldn't have even come here to stay at Steve's." "Hey, don't go blaming yourself, Barry. It's more my fault for pushing myself on you." "You did that, Dad?" Denis, the older Clark boy asked of his dad. "Yeah." "Hey, I have a brain too, you know, Steve?" Barry said, in regards to Steve's actions being on his own. "Hey, dad?" "Yes, Mark?" "Nevermind." "No, what, son? If this is important, I think I should hear you out?" "Dad, do you like Steve a lot?" "In what way do you mean?" Denis, the one who started the original sparks flying, says, "Your dad loves my dad." "Denis!" "No, no Steve," Barry tries to ease Steve's tension, "we're all trying to settle this, so let's be honest with each other. Mark, even though it's been only about two days, I've grown very fond of Steve." "And you laid with him in bed and liked him a lot?" "Yes, Mark." "Dad, I'm not mad that you did." "You're not, Mark? Why?" "Because... because of all of us guys being together. I mean, some of guys are straight and some of you guys are gay, but like Chad. I'm not going to hate him because he's gay and dad, I can't hate you. I love you dad." Mark through his arms around his dad and hugged him tightly. Tom enclosed the two in a trio-hug. Barry let the dam break. % "Wow! The place is spotless, Ken!" "I figured you guys might be tired when you got in. How's Jabari?" Miguel answered, "Juan wasn't satisfied til Kenya and I drove him to the hospital." "Hospital! Wow! I wonder how Sean is?" "Calm down, Ken. It wasn't Juan's cooking. Jabari had acute appendicitis." "Oh noooo! Is he okay?" "Yeah. Kenya is staying with her brother and we'll double back in a little while to cover her." "The poor guy." "Sean leave?" "Um, yeah." Miguel and Juan sensed some strangeness in the fact. Somehow in the way Ken replied to their query. "Want to talk about it, Ken?" "About what Miguel?" "Nothing. Sorry. I shouldn't butt into other people's business." "Alright. So you noticed. Okay, Sean left before me with Jacq." "Really, hombre. I thought you two were tight?" Juan implied. "I thought so too." "Would you like a drink, Ken?" "Would it be an imposition to ask for a cup of coffee?" "None." So, the three went ahead into the kitchen, Juan scooping out the Pico. % "Ughhhh! Akkkkkkkkkkkkkkk! Akkkkkkkkkk!" "Okay, Sean?" "Yea...yeah...." "Your back has a nice red color to it." "Tha..thank..ssss.." "But I think that's enough for tonight." "If....if... you sa...say so." "You know you've taken over four hundred lashes on your back, Sean?" Jacq posed the question, more like an enlightening fact. "More...." "No, that's enough for now, Sean." "Fuck it! More!" Jacq stepped back, trailed the long frond whipping instrument behind him and tore into Sean's back, wrapping it around his body. Some or the tail ends of the flogger's tips snapped at the edges of Sean's pecs, or mid belly. He screamed loudly. Sean screamed out, "Noooo dad!" "Dad?" Jacq questioned. "No more...." signs of Sean regressing into some type of trance made Jacq halt the onslaught of lashes across Sean's blades. "pleaaase... dad..." Jacq immediately loosened the ball parachute, letting it drop on the cement floor. He left on the nasty nip clamps, but uncuffed Sean's ankles, then his wrists, catching him on his own chest, as Sean's body buckled and he fell forward. Cupping one arm around his back, he drew Sean up into this arms, in a carrying position, Sean's legs in the small of his arm. Slowly climbing the stairs, a loop on his leather pants got snagged at the bottom of the railing. Suddenly the door at the top of the stairs flew open. "I'm here for Sean!" "Good. Help me out here, Ken'ichi." "What did you do to him?" "Just help me get him upstairs." "Yeah man, sure." Ken grabbed Sean under the pits. He sighed in pain as his red, whipped back fell against Ken's clothes. Jacq brought up the rear, as he unhooked his belt loop from the railing. The two carried Sean up to the livingroom and deposited him on the sofa. "Ken, run upstairs and pull the blankets from the first bed you find, then cover Sean." "What did you do to him?" "Just do it if you care about Sean!" Jacq got on the phone, dialing in a bunch of numbers. "Hello! Roberts, you have to get over here and now! Noooo, it's nothing like that! Yeah, right. Just get your ass over here and quick!" Ken came tearing down the stairs, blankets in his arms. "What's wrong with Sean?" "Whatever happened to him long ago, seems to have snapped inside of him." "Were you two doing a lot of..." "We were playing consentually, Ken and whatever had affected Sean, has sent him into some kind of regressive shock. My friend will be here shortly. I'm positive he can help Sean." "Maybe I should call his dad." "Yes, but after awhile, Ken. I think it's wise to have Dr. Roberts help him out, if he can." "Okay. What else can I do, Jacq?" "Hug him." Ken got down in front of the sofa, kneeling on the floor. Sean sure looked out of it, his eyes glassy and making some kind of mumble-jumble sounds about his dad. "He's saying something about being good... what does that mean?" "I'm not sure. Dr. Roberts knows more about this stuff than I do." Jacq della Croix, more of a therapist than a full-fledged psychiatrist, knew of Dr. Gary Roberts as both a professional and on occasion, a personal basis. One of their close encounters brought out the facts that Dr. Roberts' past experieces has dealt with many a case history of child abuse, as a result of a parent battering their offspring. >From inside the closed up house, they here the squeel of tires around the corner. Jacq jumped up from his chair and ran to the door. "Thanks for coming babe." Jacq led him right to Sean's side. "Excuse me," Dr. Roberts said to Ken, whom uprighted himself from Sean's chest. "Gary, this is Ken, the young man's boyfriend." He took a glance at Ken, then continued working on Sean. After taking his blood pressure, he probed his vital signs, then struck his eyes point blank with the beam of a powerful flashlight. "Get an ambulance here right away, Jacq. Have you called the boy's parents?" "I... I didn't know what to say. Is he bad?" "Well, he's not going to die or anything, but his heart is racing something fierce. I'll give him something, but we need that ambulance here pronto and you... Ken, you know the boy's dad?" "Yes, sir." "Call him." So, Ken whipped out his cellphone, while Jacq went to dial 911. % "Now who can that be at this hour of the morning!" Denis picked up the phone from the night table. "Dad, it's Ken he says he needs to talk to you. I think it's an emergency!" Steve tore out of his chair and literally grabbed the phone from his son's hand. All the other guys in the room looked to Steve with sighs of discomfort. "What the fuck? I'll be right there... yeah... yeah... okay, we'll go to the hospital... meet you there!" "What's wrong Steve?" "My boy Sean... my Sean... gotta go!" "What's wrong with Sean, dad?" Without further explanation, Steve grabs a pair of Jeans, fuck the briefs, and then a sweatshirt. He steps into his sneakers, laces still tied, forgetting the socks. "Take care of the boys, babe!" He yells to Barry as he tears out of the room. "You bet!" Barry returns telling the tail of Steve's wind. "What's wrong with Sean?" "I don't know... um... all of you boys run to your rooms and put some clothes on." "Is Sean in the hospital dad?" "I don't know, but I think we need to get ourselves together and be there." Eric, the youngest began to cry. Barry took him in his arms. "C'mon Eric," Barry comforted him, taking him along with the boys, just grabbing up his jeans and a sweatshirt. "Tom, grab my sneakers." Mark took it upon himself to grab his dad's boxer briefs and socks, squashed flat in the chair they sat in. "Ready guys?" After dressed, Barry called for the boys and at the same time, dialed Bernice's number. In moments the Bridges' home had been cast in light. Hogcalling brought Matty and Chad into play, to watch after Philip and Aidan. In no time Bernice and Alberto were ready to fly down to the hospital. When they reached the hospital, Alberto proved that white elephants can fly. In no time they boarded the self opening doors to the emergency room. Bernice, knowing everybody in West Highland, threw her weight around to get the lowdown on Sean. Then she found out that the family occupied the waiting room on the top floor, or third story. "Stevie... oh my Stevie!" Bernice hogcalled out, most likely waking the basement morgue! "Bernice, thank you for coming." "How could I not! How's our boy?" "He's in some kind of shock. They're working on him now." Barry hung in the wings, chatting with Alberto. Soon after the second onslaught of the extended family arrived. "Dad!" Aidan ran across the room. Bernice stepped out the way just in time for him to jump into his dad's arms. "Is Sean going to be alright dad?" Across the room Aidan's words resounded in echo, as Philip questioned his dad in the same. Both dad's glanced at each other. Funny thing is, the boys received an almost identical answer, at the same time, reassuring them both that Sean would be alright. "Ken, what happened?" Matty looked at him. Ken looked at Jacq della Croix, the current badguy of the hour. "Um, Sean became upset. I think he had some kind of relapse in his memories of the past. I don't really know." For now, Ken kept everyone in the dark about the details, along with Jacq and Steve, whom for now didn't know anything of the bdsm play. Along one wall of the waiting room, on a leather sofa sat Matty and Chad, with Philip and Aidan in their laps, with Denis, Tom, Eric and Mark all wedged in the final two and half cushions. The dads stood talking with Alberto and Bernice. "Aunt Bernice?" "Kade and Jade?" "Yes. Did Miguel call you?" "No, Barry did." "How did he know that Jabari is here?" Kade asked her. "Jabari is here? We're not here for him, but why is Jabari here?" "Kenya called us to say that Jabari had appendicitis." "Oh my word, no! When did this happen?" Ken speaks up, "I'm sorry I didn't mention it. I've been all worried about Sean." Ken's chin sunk to his chest. Matty passed Philip over to Chad, saying, "Here Squirt, hang with your brother a minute." "Hey, Ken. You okay?" Matty asked the troubled Asian. "Yeah, man." "I think I'll get some coffee. Anybody else?" Jacq asked, but more using it as an excuse to leave temporarily. When Matty took Jacq's chair and began talking with Ken, Steve detected more than Ken's mere attraction for Sean, as a boyfriend. Bernice and Alberto excused themselves to follow Kade and Jade out of the room, still chatting. As Sunday morning approached, the rays poured through the blind, hitting the leather coach that resembled one long, ongoing bed. Tom pressed Denis awake, "Hey Denis? Denis?" "Huh?" "Denis, wake up. I have to go to the jon." "Huh? Okay... me too." The noise caught on and soon jons flushed all over the hospital. Barry had escorted Aidan and Philip out of the room. While in the jon they threw cool water on their faces and wiped them down with paper towels. They convinced the sole dad to do the same. "I'm gonna take my dad back a wet towel to throw in his face," Aidan offered. "And I'll take a dry one to scrape the water off," Philip added. Barry thought it how thoughtful of the two. "Hey dad, I brought you a rag to wipe the grease off your face," Aidan highly suggested. "Yeah and here's a towel to wipe it off ya, Dad Steve," Philip replied, waiting for Steve to douse his face. "Thank you, Philip." "No problem!" "Hey, Philip?" "What Mark?" "You called Uncle Steve, 'dad' Steve." "I know because we're all going to be shackin' up in the same house." "We are dad?" Mark asked his dad, but not like it seemed anything out of the usual. Chad throws an extra wrench into the works by saying, "You are dad?" "'We' are, Chad." Dad and Chad exchanged some glances. Both knew words were in order, but this wasn't the opportunity for trading off thoughts. "Hi dad." "Sean, son are you alright?" Sitting in a wheelchair a cute orderly had rolled Sean into the room. His words seemed a bit groggy. "I... I'll... be alriight...Ken? You...you're here?" "Only if you want me to be Sean." A tear show in his eye as his hand came unglued from the arm of the wheelchair. Steve stood back from rubbing his son's shoulder, like surrendering Sean to Ken. "Steve, I think I'll see about taking the troops back home." To the rescue, Alberto and Bernice show, Miguel and Juan by their sides. The two latinos approach Sean, giving him a quick hug, likewise with Ken, Matty and Chad. Philip say, "Hey, how about me, pesos?" "Pesos?" Juan says to Squirt. "Yeah. It's the only one I know of your languish." "Hmmm... you and me need to get together and learn so Spanish, muchacho!" "What's that, Juan?" "Muchacho means boy, but it's too early in the morning for Spanish lessons." "Juan?" "Si, Aidan?" "Can you learn me some of that Spanish talk, too?" "Si, but later. Mucho later!" "Hey Miguel?" "Yes, Aidan?" "Are you and Matty brothers?" "Um... yes," Miguel let it go as, glancing to Matty. For Aidan's age, it seemed like the most complacent answer. "Mr. Clark?" "Yes?" "Dr. Roberts." "Yes, doctor?" "May I speak to you in private?" "I'll take the boys home," Barry offered. However, Alberto and Bernice picked up on it, "Nonsense, you wait here with Steve. We'll handle the little urchins!" Kade and Jade entered the room as Alberto let out a huge yawn. "Why don't we take the children for now?" "And reap a fate worse than death on ya, Jade honey?" "Kade and I would love to have the children come to our home." Kade adds, "They were all invited anyway and you've been here all night Bernice." "I guess I could use forty winks at that. Thank ya Jade honey." "Not a problem Aunt Bernice," Jade replied. Alberto offers Kade the keys to the white elephant. So it worked out anyway, whereas Matty and Chad stayed with Ken and Sean. Barry accompanied Steve in to hear Dr. Roberts out. Bernice and Alberto took Barry's car along home with them. % keep going......... Copyright 2005 T. 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