Date: Thu, 31 Mar 2005 11:31:31 -0800 (PST) From: T Chase McPhee Subject: Nature Walk 17 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" 17 (M/t oral tickle torture) wriTten by T. Chase McPhee % "This is my son Diego!" Alonzo introduced, as he stood at the Clark's front door. "Diego, this is Mr. Barr and Mr. Clark." His small hand shook Barry's and Steve's. Suddenly, Philip and Aidan came barrelling from between their dads. "Hi! I'm Philip and this is my pal, Aidan. Are you Diego?" "Yup, I am." "We've got a Garfield Monopoly game. Wanna come play with us?" "Garfield?" "Yeah." "Okay." "Great. C'mon!" Barry swore that Philip resembled Chad and his personality, more and more each day. "I guess that takes care of that!" Barry says. Steve, rubbing his hands together asks, "What'll you have to drink, Alonzo?" "Um, do you the fixin's for a fuzzy pierced navel?" Alonzo readied for the onslaught of perverted cracks. He wasn't disappointed, as Steve lifted the front of Barry's polo shirt halfway up his belly. "How about unpierced, Alonzo?" "Steve...." Barry slapped Steve's hand away. Alonzo replied, "Now that's what I call 'fuzzy'!" "Yeah, well Steve better get behind the bar before I feel like piercing something!" "Oh, Barry... and in front of our guest?" Alonzo followed right along with their humor, adding some of his own, "Hey, like the next guy, I don't mind watching some gay porn!" Steve, kidding says, "Hmm... care for a threeway, Alonzo?" His joke backfires when Alonzo sinks into a serious moment. "Wouldn't mind indulging at all. It's been a long time since..." "I think Steve meant it as a joke, Alonzo." He looked back and forth at Steve and Barry, then proceeded to turn a bright red. "Oh geez, what a jerk I am. Look, I'm sorry guys." Steve, seriously, says, "No, I do apologize, Alonzo." "Yeah, Steve tends to let his hormones get the best of him sometimes," Barry gags. Alonzo stands with his back to the two. Steve, encroaching on his territory, motions for Barry to follow him. "Hey, what are you guys doing?" "Ever hear of a threeway bearhug, Alonzo?" They hug for a short two minutes and break. "Well, I think you better make that a fuzzy, fuzzy pierced navel, Steve!" Alonzo lends his tuteludge in preparing the Fuzzy Pierced Navel, pouring an ounce of tequila into a shaker, adding one and a half ounces of peach schnapps, then a 'guessed' six ounces of OJ. After a few brisk shakes, Steve pours it in a Collins glass, over ice. "Hee heeee... I hope this doesn't make your navel anymore fuzzier than it is Barry!" "I don't think your tongue will mind, Steve." Alonzo whimsically says, "If you guys don't stop it, your going to make me have to loosen these pants!" "Hmm, that mean we get to see your fuzzy navel, Alonzo?" Steve asks wryly. "I'm sure you both would like to see more than that!" "Hmm," Steve digs, "I'm sure we would!" Barry and Steve stand there watching. Alonzo places his Fuzzy Pierced Navel Collins glass down on the bar. They watch his fingers fish for the last button on his dress shirt, near his beltline. He unbuttons it, and looking intently, pulls the tighty-whitey tee shirt aside until they can see skin. "Oooooh shit! Look at that Barry!" "Damn, Alonzo! Your navel really is pierced!" Barry says, astounded. "Yeah, had it done a year ago. Like it?" Alonzo replied. "Ahem!" All action around Alonzo's bellyhole ceases when the three look up and see Kade standing there. "Okay, what are you trying to hide?" "Oh, nothing," Steve lies and very badly at doing so. "What will you have to drink, Kade?" "Whatever the rest of you are having." The three look at each other. Kade asks, "Um, I didn't interrupt the middle of a drinking game or anything, have I?" "Drinking game, Kade?" "Yeah, since the three of you look like..." Kade leans over in front of Alonzo... "Hmm... looks like something kinky going on here." Alonzo presses a hand down between his pants and shirt, tucking the tail in. "Here's your drink, Kade." "Thanks Steve." Steve figured it best to just offer the drink, nameless, than to bring up any connotations that would lead to other erotic subjects. "Mmmmm, this is good Steve. What's in it?" "Ah..um..." Alonzo defeats Steve's purpose, telling Kade, "Don't tell me that you've never had a Fuzzy Pierced Navel, Kade?" "A? Oh, so I get it." Kade's sorry now that he missed the action. Presumably he now knows that something has been missed regarding Alonzo's anatomy. "What the heck, here look, Kade." Steve asks, "What's this? Show and tell?" Alonzo does the shirt opening business, opening a bit of space to show off his pierced navel. "Hey, that's nice.... um, mind if I touch it?" "No. Go ahead." Neither man could predict it, also Steve and Barry had a gander, what kind of reverbs of Kade's fingers on the silver pearl piercing Alonzo's deep inni, would have. "Oooooh..." Alonzo sighed. Kade backed off and grinned. "Sensitive?" "Oh man, you bet." "Just like I was telling my students today." "Oh? And what was that, Kade?" "The story of 'the battle of the bulge'." Barry and Steve choked on their drinks. Alonzo laughed, "Oh man. I couldn't have said it any plainer, Kade! Haa ha ha ha ha...." Of course they all could see the huge growth tenting Alonzo's dress slacks. "Excuse me gentlemen. I think I should go take care of this!" Putting his Collins glass on the bar, Steve gives directions for Alonzo to head off to the jon. So the four have become three. Steve decides to use the opportunity to decipher some information from what has happened. "So, Kade, that was kind of erotic, wasn't it?" "Huh? How do you mean Steve?" "Well, like the rest of us, manflesh turns us on. How about you, Kade?" "Me? I'm afraid I don't know what you are talking about, Steve." "Then never mind. I guess I'm reading things wrongly here." Maybe and maybe not, but it did seem strange when Kade excused himself to see if Jade needed any help in the kitchen. "Wrong vibes, Steve?" "Now Barry, you know just as well as I do." "I know Steve. I had my gaydar up, too, but I don't think Kade's ready to admit anything just yet." "Whew! Did that ever feel good!" Alonzo appears, his necktie folded in his hand. He tucks it into the pocket of his jacket. "Get it out of your system, did you Alonzo?" "No more than I needed, but hot damn did it feel good!" "Tell me, Alonzo, did you think of only your own navel?" "Barry, you dufous!" Alonzo decided to bust on Steve, for busting on Barry. "Actually I dwelt on what Steve's navel might be looking like!" The three laughed something fierce. % "Do you guys watch Garfield?" "Nah, not really," Aidan replied to Diego's question. Philip adds, "But it's fun to play the game. Aunt Bernice has lots of Monopoly games to play." "Who's Aunt Bernice?" "Oh yeah, I forgot. Diego doesn't know Aunt Bernice, Aidan." "I got an idea!" "What, Aidan?" "Want to go meet her, Diego?" "Okay. Let me tell my dad." Philip replies, "You can just tell Jade and she can tell your dad if he starts missing you, Diego." "No, I gotta tell my dad." Philip and Aidan look at each other and shrug shoulders, as the nine year old goes in search of 'dad'. "My dad says it's okay, since I'm with you guys," Diego reports back directly. "Cool!" Philip says, leading the trio out the back door. "Um, wait a second there honey's!" "We're going over to Aunt Bernice's," Aidan reports to Jade, standing over the stove, dressed in a white apron. "Okay, but come back soon. Dinner is almost ready." Aidan further ads, "We're going to show off Aunt Bernice to Diego." "Fine. No more than ten minutes." "Are you really timing us, Jade?" "See that clock up there, guys?" "Yeah, Jade," the three reply. "My eyes are going to be glued to that clock." Philip asks, "Then how are you going to make sure what your cookin' isn't going to burn?" The three giggled as Jade chased them out of the kitchen door with her wooden spoon! Running throught the backyard esplanade, snaking around the briar patch, they hit the brick arch, then Bernice's backdoor entrance. "Hi Alberto!" Philip's voice rings out. "Well, what do I owe the pleasure of my amigos?" "We're not here for you, Alberto," Philip states. Aidan asks, "Where's Aunt Bernice?" "Well, excuse me for asking, but nobody gets past the kitchen without introducing me." "Okay, Alberto. This is Diego, now where is she?" First Alberto shakes hands with Diego, whom he spots as the spitting image of Miguel, when at his age. "She's out in the other room with a visitor." "Who?" "My, aren't we nosy?" "Alberto, this is serious," Aidan lays on him. "Yeah, we're on a mission here," Philip adds the vital information. "Well, let me go tell her you're here." "That's okay Alberto. We can tell her ourselves." He laughs at the bold audacity of the two youths. For a fact, he knows that before Aidan met Philip, he were a timid youngster. He wondered if Diego would lose his shy tendencies after a week. "Hi Aunt Bernice. Hey, Aunt Millie's here, too!" "Hmm, now I'm an aunt?" Like her bubbly self, Aunt Bernice caught the two up in a hug, followed by drawing the newcomer into her clutches. "Hey, Aunt Bernice, what's all this stuff?" "Well, they are things that go with a wedding." "Who's getting married?" "Alberto asked me." Philip says right out, "C'mon guys." "Wait, aren't you going to congratulate your Aunt Bernice," Millie inquires. Philip replies for the three, "Good luck." The two laugh. "How about a hug?" "In a minute Aunt Bernice. First I want to find out how come Alberto didn't tell us!" Millie mentions to Bernice, "Un-uh, looks like Alberto is in 'big trouble'!" The two giggled. % Sean knew he shouldn't be doing this, telling his dad he headed on over to Ken's house, when in reality he pulled into Jacq della Croix's long pavement to his garage. "Hi." "Sean? What are you doing here?" "I, um... wanted to talk with you." "Well, okay. Come in." "Thanks." Sean unzipped his coat. "Have you had anything to eat?" "Not yet." "I'm cooking up some French carrot soup." "I can smell it. Sure, I'll have some, if you're inviting!" "We'll eat in the kitchen, if you don't mind setting the table." Like his own kitchen at home, it had a majestic appearance, wide, with a butcher block counter. A few differences gave it it's own decorative personality. "Sure. Just show me where everything is." Jacq set about showing the nineteen year old where the flatware, dishes, napkins and other items befitting a dressed table, filled the cabinets. Then, instructed Sean to grab whatever condiments appealed to him from the fridge. His hands covered in oven mittens, Jacq positioned a doubled handled pot in the middle of the table. "Oh, I think I saw the ladle hanging over there," Sean pointed out, getting up and going for it. "Oh great. Thanks Sean." "No problem." Jacq at first sat across from Sean, but the pot seemed to partially block their vision. "There, now we don't have to talk over the soup." "Yeah," Sean replied, taking his first sip of the juicy broth. "Oops! Forgot I'm not at home." "Better to slurp the first few spoonfuls, Sean, than to burn your tongue." "Yeah, I guess." "So, Sean..." "You want to know why I'm here." "Well, yes, but first I want to say how sorry I am about the other day." "That wasn't your fault, Jacq. Besides, I was having a great time with you." "I have to admit Sean, me too!" "If I didn't freak out, I think we could have had a lot more fun." "Here, have some bread." "Thanks." "I could tell that you are used to taking a lot of pain, Sean. You enjoy that immensely, don't you?" "Yeah, but it's not only the pain, Jacq." "Oh?" "Yeah, I think a lot of it is, if the bdsm experience is clicking with the guy I'm playing with." "This is true." "So, if you enjoyed yourself, Jacq, then you must've been getting turned on by me, huh?" "Hey! I'm supposed to be the therapist here!" Sean laughed at Jacq's playful insinuation. "Okay. Yeah, I'll leave that part up to you." "Say, would you care for a drink of wine, Sean?" "Sure." Jacq got up and walked to a thermally controlled unit. Withdrawing a bottle of Pinot, he removed the cork, grabbed two pieces of stemware from an overhanging rack and sat down. "Elegant, Jacq." "French soup tends to dictate it, Sean." After pouring half glasses, Jacq lifted a glass. Sean says, "To us... I mean... oh shit, was that ever lame." "Why?" "Hah! I said something like lovers do." "Is that what your intentions are, Sean?" "Hey, now you're moving kind of fast here for me, Jacq!" "Maybe that's what you want, Sean." "What is this, Jacq? Cross analysis here?" "Getting technical are we?" "You know, maybe this was a bad idea, Jacq." "Not in my opinion, Sean." "Oh? How does that go?" "Okay, you want an analysis, Sean?" Leaning back in his chair, Jacq swishes a swig of wine around in his mouth. Sean takes a few spoonfuls of soup and relaxes, after wiping his mouth. His hands, with the fabric, lay in his lap. "Well? This a plot with all your patients? Make them sweat it out?" "Just gathering my thoughts, Sean." As Jacq looks at Sean, he's perceiving what Sean most likely sensed when he lay with just his briefs on, lying in bed, toying with his nips. "Okay. Here goes. I might just make a fool out of myself, Sean, but here's my detailed evaluation. One, now we both know that we enjoyed playing with each other the other night. I'm not sure what you felt, but I felt really bad for what happened to you..." "But that wasn't..." "Shush, Sean! Don't interrupt.." "Now there's another plus." "What?" "I love it when you get dominant on me, Jacq." "Yeah, sure. Okay, but if you don't let me finish, I'm going to have to stuff a ball gag in your mouth, Sean!" They both laughed, Sean not objecting to Jacq's brilliant idea. The thoughts made Sean's crotch tingle. "So, you don't blame me. I feel somewhat responsible, bringing out those past memories. Your dad I know got the wrong idea and I forgive him for jumping all over me at Dr. Roberts' office. But I know it then, like he did, that your dad hadn't any clue to your bdsm play." "Yeah, you're right. Jacq, can I interrupt, please?" "Yes?" "Can I just tell you out straight?" "You're not blaming me either, is that it, Sean?" "Yeah, but there's more to it. Jacq, I don't know if you have the knowledge to understand this. It doesn't have to do with... well yeah, it does have to do with the bdsm, but more than that. Jacq, I'm attracted to you." Now that one threw Jacq for a loop. Sure, in his office sessions, clients have said they liked him, maybe one or two saw to it as the equivilence to love, but he knew most of that type of infatuation resulted from helping them through emotional times. As he looked into Sean's eyes, he sensed something totally different. "And you claim this has nothing to do with the fact that you and I are compatible bdsm-wise?" "I thought that at the beginning, Jacq. But, when I said I wanted to stay the night, I kind of insinuated that it had been because I didn't want to walk in my house late." Sean smiled; laughed to himself. "What, Sean?" "Jacq, when you said it was okay to remain at your place, even though I figured you would put me on the sofa. Well, I had intentions of sneaking up to your bed!" Sean picked up his soup spoon and delved into it, taking lots of lapfuls. Jacq giggled back. "What?" Sean asked, a spoonful, stationery, on the way to his mouth. "We might have been on the same wavelength, Sean." "Really?" "Yeah, however, I think my intentions had been more on the theme of getting a young college student to share my bed with me." "You mean like a one night stand?" "Yeah." "I wouldn't have blamed you." "No? Why?" "Because, with my intentions, maybe you might have changed yours, as our bedtime desires perservered." "Wow, that's deep Sean!" Another laughter consumed the two. "Ever think about majoring in psychology, Sean?" "I dunno. Right now I don't know what I want to do." "And me, Sean?" Sean more throws his spoon into the shallow pool of French Carrot Soup. "Oooh, sorry 'bout that, Jacq." He watched Sean go for the sponge and return, wiping up the tablecloth as best he could. "That's okay. Leave it, Sean." "I don't want it to stain." "It's only dishwater and carrots!" "Haa ha ha ha haaa... I wondered why it bubbled when the spoon hit the bowl!" "Sean?" Jacq placed his hand on Sean's forearm, as he stood there sopping up the soup. "Huh?" "Nothing." Sean read Jacq's thoughts right away. He knew the score, so reacted to it. Bending over, L-shaped, he placed his lips sideways across Jacq's. "Sorry Jacq," Sean replied, raising up and taking his bowl to the sink. Jacq followed, gathering his bowl and utencils. "Sean, how does it feel not knowing what to focus on in college?" "Damn confusing sometimes." "Same with feelings of love, wouldn't you say?" "Could be. I mean. I think I know what I want, Jacq." "Yeah, like I'm a therapist and know what course I'm headed on, as far as a career, but I'm not sure about my love life," Jacq tries to rationalize. "Unlike me, whom doesn't know which way my head is screwed on, in school, but...." Sean left the second half of his hypothesis unfinished. "But you know you want me. Is that right, Sean?" Sean faced the hot water bubbling up in the sink, a sponge in his hand, as he held a soup bowl. Jacq's hand reached for the faucet, turning off the steaming liquid. Taking the bowl from Sean's hand, he let it glide underneath the surface of bubbles. As he wove his hand inbetween Sean's torso and arm, the sponge deep-sixed as well. Their lips joined in a mutual endeavor. % "Okay Garfield, pay up!" Philip downright giggled at the prospect of Aidan paying big money into the kitty. For nine year old Diego, he could probably care less. His mind sauntered between Philip hanging with his chest over Aidan's back and Aidan's reaction. He figured it natural, since the two had been buddies that the body contact meant just that. Sensing the camaraderie, he wanted to be buddies with the two, as well, Diego fished for a instance to worm his way in to the 'pals' attitude of thinking. "Oh, poor Aidan," Diego finally spurted forth, patting the payee with his hand-to-back. "See that, Philip, Diego cares for me, at least!" Youthful sparks jolted Diego when, by surprise, Aidan did an adult back rub up and down his spine. "Whatsamatter, Diego?" Philip, able to take on the full view of the kid's eyes widen, to the point that the whites of his eyes were prominent. "Nothing." "Okay, well it's your turn, now that Aidan has paid me!" "Philip, I thought we were..." Aidan almost slipped. He didn't know if Diego knew anything about guys being gay. After all, Philip and he, now experts on the gay niche, felt they've been around the block a few times, even though the blocks encompassed kid's steps. "I thought we were best buddies?" Aidan reiterated, transcribing his original intentions to the next best supposition. Philip surprised them both. "Ooooh, Aidan you know I loves ya!" He replied, half kidding, mostly serious, placing a slight peck on Aidan's cheek and then bouncing back to his rump, settling on the rug. "Heeeey, you kissed Aidan!" "Yup." The ten year old then thought about his actions. He then tried covering up, "Everybody needs love, Diego." "Yeah, that's what my dad says, but I don't go around kissing my friends, even though I love'em," Diego reports, perplexed. Aidan tries smoothing it over, hoping Philip gets the hint, "What Philip means," the eleven year old explains, "is that we're best buds. I mean, we're not like two kids in school that are buddies." "Okay," Diego accepted, for now. "It's my turn, right?" Yeah, Diego digested the words from Aidan, not sure how his stomach sat with that tidbit of information. But for two things, one he would be keeping his eyes on these two and secondly, he wondered why his little weiner twitched when Aidan put his hands on him! % "Knock, knock!" "Juan... Miguel.. come in!" "Hi Mama Bernice, Matty around?" "He's in his room... Maaaaaaaaaattttteeeeeeeee!" Juan covered his ears. Miguel laughed at him, as the hogcalling resounded throughout the large open mass of space. "What's up mom? Oh, hi guys. C'mon up!" "Do you have a couple of minutes?" Miguel asks. Bernice, hands on hips, as the two swipe past her grumbles, "So, too big to give mama a hug are ya?" "Actually..." Juan says, breaking up the pair, placing his arm around Bernice's shoulder, he corrals her towards the kitchen saying, "Miguel wants to talk to Matty. Why don't you and I go and see what Alberto is cooking up?" "Hmmm...." Bernice replies, "I lovvvvve being 'manhandled'!" "Don't forget to save some of that manhandling for me, Juan!" "C'mon up, Miguel." Matty puts his arm around his brother's shoulder, herding him to his room, after a short hug. "Hee heee.." "What?" "I don't know what made me think this, but I thought maybe I'd find Chad with you." "Chad's got some major studying to do for an exam. Would you believe it, Miguel? First day at school and they're laying a test on him already!" "Yeah, you know, I can't believe he's only high school, Matty. I mean, Chad bro seems like one of us college jocks." "You're right Miguel." "Um, I don't mean to impose, but what's Chad like?" Picking up a football, Matty jumps on the bed, sitting up against the headboard. He twirls the football in his hands. Miguel swings his leg over the hardback chair at the desk, as if saddling up on a horse. "Like, in what way?" "Well, you say you're in love in with him and vice versa." "Oh, that way, hee heee... I guess it's a lot like you and Juan." "Oh? How's that go, Matty?" "Tight!" "Haa ha ha ha haaa.. yeah, I getcha now, bro." "Oh, no.. no.. no.. no.. nooo, not tight like 'that' tight!" "You two haven't fucked around yet, then?" Matty puts on a big grin. "Okay, yeah, so we did." "Aha! So, you two are serious, are you?" "Chad's a special guy." "I can see that." Miguel lowers the back of the chair, stepping right over it, then plops himself right down on the bed, lying on his back, his arms behind his head. Matty squirms down, still tossing the football, spinning it in his hands. "Like Juan." "Yeah, how did you two meet, anyway?" "When I lived with my mom in Altanta. Juan's come a long way." "Oh?" "Yeah, I probably should have told you about him earlier. It's like a fairy tale." "Well, being gay, I can see that, Miguel." "Would'ja give me that thing!" "Hee heee.. make ya nervous, huh? Afraid I'm going to miss and break your nose, huh?" "Oops!" "You break that computer, amigo and you own it!" Matty strongly suggests, as the football fumbles around the computer table. They waited a second for the screensaver to pop up. "Whew! Now that would've set me back a few pesos!" "Yeah, that's nice, now tell me about Juan." Miguel pounces Matty on the chest with the back of his hand. Then both boys place palms behind their heads, maxed out in the relax mode. "One of those badboys from across the tracks, Juan ran into some heavy action. My mom's boyfriend was a cop. Nice guy, I had no problems with him. He treated me real decent." "Um, Miguel?" "Yeah?" "If I want 'this is your life', I would've asked?" Matty says sarcastically, receiving a pounce, this time bouncing off his abs. "Okay, so Juan got picked up one day. He should've been in school. It's like the 99th time he cut school and they were ready to put him into some kind of youth detention facility." "What about Juan's folks?" "He lived with an aunt and uncle who already had too many kids. They only did the arrangement for the social benefits." "Assholes!" "Yeah, well, it backfired on them, because they lost their subsidy when they lost Juan." "Cool!" Matty stuck them with the underdog attitude. "So, my stepdad talked to my mom about bringing Juan into the family." "Um, there weren't any other family, were there Miguel?" "No. Humberto wasn't interested in making babies." "Hee heee... grown up of you, Miguel." "Yeah, it's the one thing mama would've like to have had, but he wasn't into it." "Shame." "Yeah, but on the other hand, if she had a baby and dad didn't want it, when she passed away, then the baby would have gone up for adoption. It's like mama would always say, 'it's all a part of God's plan'." "Do you believe that stuff?" "I think I do. I mean, mama talked with him about it." "God?" Matty questioned, confused. "No, dufous!" "Well, how am I supposed to know?" "Okay.. okay... well, I heard her tell Humberto that she prayed about it and thought it the right thing to do. So, that very night my stepdad brought Juan home." "How old was he?" "A year older than me." "No, dah!" "I was sixteen. What does that tell you?" "Um, that you were kind of dum for your age, Miguel?" "That does it!" A free for all broke loose. Miguel dived for Matty's ticklish torso, strumming his abs with his fingertips. Like with Chad, he busted his gut with laughter, protesting in a high-pitched voice. "If I'm interrupting anything, I could come back!" "No, Chad. I'm getting even with Matty for calling me stupid." "You are, are you?" "Miguel called me a dufous, Chad!" Matty tried deflecting the ticklish punishment. "He did, did he. Now why did you go and do something like that to my boyfriend, Miguel?" Miguel sensed a turnaround in his plan, as Chad walked to the side of the bed he lay down on, towering over him. "I'd say that Matty's punishment is unworthy, so that mean's, by the courts of justice," Chad made up, as he went along, "that the only justice being is not for me to get mad, but to get even!" As the two tickle tortured Miguel, his tee shirt slowly rode up his body, until his full chest and stomach remained exposed. "Matty!" "Sorry, couldn't help it, Chad." When Chad saw Matty's tongue take a swipe of Miguel's left nip, an evil glow came over his face. The two then went to work, working over Miguel's pecs with their tongues. "Ahem! Muchachos! Come esta?" The three's attention became intent on the figure standing in the doorway. Being a good sport, Juan sashayed in the doorway, making sure it closed tightly behind him. "Now, I could get mucho mad at you all, but being a civilised hombre, I'll just ask myself," Juan puts his hands out in front of him, "why didn't my own lover invite me to this orgy?" Matty, Chad and Miguel couldn't have been more surprised than when Juan whipped his tee shirt off over his head, revealing those finely haired pecs and defined trail down his belly, but more so when he hopped up on the end of the bed and fell, bellyfirst, right on top of Matty! "Oooomphhhhhh! Juaaaaaaan!" "Hee heeee... love the feel of a masculine gringo's body!" Chad took that as an obvious reason to plop himself flat down onto Miguel. That is, after stripping his shirt. "Oh look!" Juan observes, "Matty is the only one with a tee shirt on!" "Not true, lover." "Big deal, Miguel. So, they pulled it behind your neck. What do you have there? One eighth of your tee shirt on?" It's then that Juan notices Miguel's rather reddned circles around his nubs. "Hmm, you hombres were quite busy, weren't you?" Looking at Chad, Juan blocks him, as if playing football. "Heeeeeeeeeey!" Chad yells out, falling on the floor, as Juan slips over onto Miguel's bod. "Now that wasn't very nice Juan!" Chad yells out, standing. "Hee heee... too bad, amigo. Just protecting my assets!" "Hmm," Chad says, scratching his head, trying to think up a little ambush for 'getting even'!" "Owwwwwwwwch! Aichiwowwa!" Matty and Chad laugh wholeheartedly, as Juan holds his ass with both hands. "Oh Chad, that was beautiful!" Matty calls out, after the big handslap. "Yeah, but I think I broke my hand on his tight ass!" "And he's got a tight one, I can assure you that, Chad!" "Miguel, you bastard!" Juan scolds him, as he cackles away." Matty's fingers wiggle underneath Juan's beltline. "Hmm, let me see for myself!" "Get your hands off my ass, Matty!" The three of them are in hysterics over Matty's action. Chad says, "Betcha he's got a hot little hairy hole, there!" "Get your tongue in there, Chad and find out?" Juan offers. "Oh noooo, that's Matty's style!" "Chad, you fuck!" Matty almost bounces Chad on the floor again, but instead Chad falls flat onto his lover's stomach. "You lucky you got tough abs, bro," Miguel tells Matty. "Yeah, Chad can be a real pouncer." "Especially when I'm pouncing on his ass!" Miguel, reflecting on his and Matty's original conversation, says, "That was my next question." "Next question, hombre?" Juan, pinning Miguel to the bed, asks. "Ah.. never mind." Chad turns to Juan and says sublely, "I think we missed some badboy chatter, amigo!" Matty confesses, "My bro here tried to get out of me infomation on my sweet man here, but mainly we talked about how he met 'his' sweet man!" "Oooooh, isn't that sweet!" Juan replied, leaning into Miguel and smothering him with a kiss. "Well, you going to lay there Barr-baby and let them get ahead of us?" "Sure, you can give me head, Matty!" Chad jokes. "Smart ass!" Matty pulls Chad's face into his own. % After the boys returned from Aunt Bernice's, just under the wire of ten minutes, they went back to the den to finish their Garfield Monopoly game. "It's your turn, Aidan." "Cool!" There! It happened again, Diego spied. Instead, Aidan gave Philip's head a hug, pulling both together in a moment of sweetness. Oh man, did he wish he could hug a guy his own size, like Philip and Aidan did. "I don't believe you beat us, Aidan." "I'm just good, I guess." "Heeey, how's it going sport?" "Hi dad. Aidan and Philip play real good." "Well," Steve gives some advice, "you know what they say, the more you do it, the better you get at it." He wiggled his eyebrows, causing Barry to give Steve a hefty elbow to the ribs. Alonzo laughed. Philip says out loud, "That's grownup talk, Diego. I'll 'splain it to ya sometime." Barry replies, "I swear these kids are getting smarter by the minute!" "Well, with Steve's high IQ," Alonzo enlightens them, "I don't doubt it that these kids are excelling to levels of near geniuses!" The grownups laugh, as the kids carry on their own conversation, putting the Garfield Monopoly back into the box. Kade shows, announcing, "The cook says 'dinner is being served in the oval room'!" "Oval room? I didn't know we had one of those." "The kitchen," Kade replies, "buffet style!" % more.. more.. more......... Copyright 2005 T. 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