Date: Sat, 2 Apr 2005 11:31:16 -0800 (PST) From: T Chase McPhee Subject: Nature Walk 20 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" 20 (M/t oral chest2chest) wriTten by T. Chase McPhee % "What's this Sean?" "I don't know, Jacq. I just figured since you had all these patients to see that I'd make it easy for you when you got home." "Sean?" "Yeah?" "Don't tell me that you didn't go to college today?" Sean, the pitiful sight, white apron over his barechest, hanging down over his pants, chin touching the top of the apron, where it partially hid his blonde, hairy chest. "You're so cute!" Is all Jacq could think of saying, as he approached the college jock, taking him in his arms, lifting his chin and implanting his lips. After they broke, Sean says, "I wanted to do something for you, Jacq. Maybe make it easier for you after work or something." "Hmm... and what did the 'or something' entail?" "That's later, after the 'before'." "I didn't know that you could even cook, Sean?" "I can follow directions right off, ad lib where we didn't have an ingredient." Jacq, made a mental note of the 'we', if he read Sean right, meaning half the kitchen belonged to him! Next, he picks up the spoon from the stove and takes a sip of the potted recipe. "Mmmmmm, this is superb, Sean!" "You like it, Jacq?" "Yeah," but moving back to Sean, he finds something more delectable than the cooking pot. "Sean?" "Yeah, Jacq?" "Do you think you can put all this on hold for awhile so that we can go upstairs for some... h'orderves?" Sean smiles, as Jacq flutters his eyebrows. He approaches the range, turning off the gas jets and moving the pots and pans to hot plates. Jacq moves to Sean, hugging him with ulterior motives. Slowly he unties the back of his apron. Pulling away, the white fabric moves with him, unveiling that golden chest, with the stripe down the center, disappearing into Sean's pants. % "Hey, Squirt?" "Chad!" Again, for the second afternoon, Matty and Chad connected with Philip and Aidan, walking home from the bus stop. This time, a third passenger hopped aboard. "Hey Diego!" "Hi Chad and Matty. My dad has to stay after school, so your dad said to come home with Philip and Aidan." "No problem, little buddy. How was school anyway?" "It's good. I ate lunch with Philip and Aidan." "Yeah, Chad, Diego's dad gives him hardly anything to eat for lunch," Philip reports. "Is that so?" Even Matty shows an interest. Chad and Matty grill Diego on not only what he eats for lunch, but what he would normally eat at home for breakfast, lunch and dinners. They find that Diego hasn't been living on what would be considered anything remotely close to the major food groups. % Mike Finnegan made a quick visit to the drama club, aka West Richland High, Society for the Fine and Performing arts. On his mind he had something really important. Wanting to see this thing with Wade and how it evolved, he skipped out and walked to the woods that led out behind the high school, to the road. Proceeding to the buffer zone, he remained low profile. He thought he saw a movement about forty feet away. Ducking behind a fir tree, he watched. Sure enough, he spotted Wade lurking behind a tree. He had something offwhite-colored in his hand. Next, he ducked, when he spied Connor Matthews walking through the woods, heading right in Wade's direction. His focus drew in the scene, as Connor's pace brought him closer and closer to where Wade remained hidden. Mike thought Wade changed his mind when Connor crossed in front of him, but then it happened. >From behind a tree, Mike witnessed Wade swing, what looked to be a length of two by four, out in front of him. It caught Connor right across the upper part of his back, sending him faced down in the leafy forest floor. He groaned, pushing up on his elbows. Before Connor could turn around, Wade covered his head with a black looking sack. Mike stood more out in the open, to get a good look at the proceedings. He watched, as Wade fastened Connor's hands together behind his back. Then pulling his victim to his feet, Wade pressed Connor up, with his back against a tree. Taking a length of rope, Wade tied it around Connor's left elbow, ran it around the tree and then tied it tightly around his other elbow. There Connor tried standing, but more affixed to the tree in bondage, what with his elbows pinning him to the tree. Mike thought he saw something flicker from the bonds around Connor's wrists. He couldn't hear all too well, but thought Connor said something to Wade, whom didn't respond. Not in words, at least. Standing in front of Connor, Wade unzipped his coat and pressed it back over his shoulders, further causing a grip on Connor's restrained condition. Taking Connor's tee shirt, he pulled it up and anchored it behind his neck, careful not to remove the blinding hood. Then he saw something that repulsed him. Wade had taken a lighter out of his pocket. He saw him curse at it when it didn't flicker to a flame. Putting the lighter away, he picked up the piece of wood. Seemed like Wade held the square, blunt end up to Connor's abs. Mike flinched, when he witnessed Wade throw the end of the cut off two by four into Connor's stomach. Connor grunted. It sickened him to see Wade gut punch Connor over and over with the wood. Then, to add to the horror, he saw him hold the wood lower and bring it up and between Connor's legs. After a couple of blows to Connor's crotch, he thought he sensed the faggot slouch in his bondage. It's then he saw Wade withdraw the lighter from his pocket, most likely in a last ditch effort to do some more torturous damage. In his own opinion, Mike Finnegan figured any guy who took what punishment had preceeded, had had enough. A beating to the gut and balls was one thing, but altering a guy's body with a lighted flame didn't sit right with Mike. He came out of his hiding place and approached the scene. "That's enough, Wade." "Oh, so you finally decided to show up." "No, I... I watched what you did to Connor." "Good, here... let's see you do some damage to this faggot!" "No. He's had enough." "What're you doing, Finnegan, turning into a pink fairy, just like Connor?" "I'm not gay, but... this isn't right what you're doing." "It isn't is it, Mike? Then I guess you're showing your true colors, aren't you?" "Connor has taken enough." "I'll be the judge of that and if you don't like it, Mike, then just take a hike." Mike stood there for a moment. He stood conflicted by the thoughts of a friendship with Wade, which seemed to be at an end, but also a little scared of the evil personality, stalking the gay victim in front of him. He didn't know what to do. He couldn't run. But as he watched Wade in action, he knew what he did, in reality, isn't the right thing to do. Now, he gazed at the lighter Wade held in his hand, slowly bringing the flame closer and closer to Connor's nip. "Nooooooooooooo!" He yelled out, tackling Wade, in a desperate attempt to keep Connor from experiencing further torture. As they flung onto the forest floor, the lighter flew several feet into the air, hitting a pile of leaves about thirty feet from the place where he scuffled with Wade. Mike wasn't a tough fighter like Wade and soon became overwhelmed. He remembers getting to his feet, but then it's Wade's angry fist that worked his stomach over and over. At times his face caught the back of Wade's hand, as it backhanded him across the mouth. He doesn't know how many times Wade's hands on his shoulders, balanced his aggressor, in order to lift his knee to Mike's crotch. Mike sensed that his arm cracking when he got pummeled with the two by four instrument of aggression. Also somewhere's below his knees on both legs, the pain told him the piece of wood had been utilized, in force, as the extension of Wade's arm. Then all was quiet, except the smelling of burning leaves. Wade took notice of the flames licking at the trees and underbrush and began grabbing up the evidence. Cutting the rope from Connor's elbows, he fell face first into the dirt. Next, Wade unlocked the metal cuffs from his captive's wrists. Getting well on towards the road, he remembered the piece of two by four, but said, 'fuck it'! Neither boy, Mike Finnegan, nor Connor Matthews, showed any signs of life, when the firemen found them in the woods, right where they were deserted. Two counties had responded to the fire, which had crept up to the side of the two story high school, scorching the brick, heat blasting windows inwards, then continuing to flow inside. Fortunately for the two boys, the fire spread away from them. The firemen praised the wind for blowing the spark riddled fire towards the school and away from the teens. Schools could be rebuilt. Lives couldn't be replaced. "Heeey, that's Connor Matthews and Mike Finnegan!" Some students recognised, as the ambulances loaded the two boys inside. Out in the front of the school, many students, whom had stayed after for various activities, huddled together, trying to keep warm. The fire department provided as many blankets as they could, to warm the students. Some faculty members took their jackets off, offering them to students in short sleeves. "Connor? Connor!" Steve stood right there, as Jim Faulkner recognised his lover, almost ready to lift into the ambulance, like cake into the overn. Without any degree of caring who saw, Jim ran forwards, breaking through all barriers of people and threw his body on top of Connor, hugging him. A torrent of tears unleashed, as if the Grand Coulee Dam burst. Steve walked over and as the medics tried to peel Jim from Connor's body, Steve tried coercing the boy to break free. "Jim, c'mon. They need to take care of Connor." "What the fuck happened? Connor...." The medics could see the shock this student started experience. They rolled out another gurney and a paramedic headed in Steve's direction with a shot in his hand. After removing Jim's jacket, they pumped the shot into his arm, then helped him to the stretcher, strapping him down. If they thought Jim was a mess, when Connor's mother approached, they had another basket case to work on. In two hours time, all the students had been loaded onto buses and whisked off to the elementary and middle schools to await pickup. A fifth of West Richland High School lay in ruins, the forest area next to it burned to a crisp. Yellow tape surrounded just about the whole school, including the buffered zone of woods around it. Not only had West Richland Police cruisers responded, but the scene ouside the school grounds had been spotted with TV crews and unmarked patrol cars. Two fire engines remained, just in case. Before the fire could be extinguished, the eastern portion of the high school had been gutted, which had housed eight classrooms and some closet space. The gymnasium suffered extensive water damage. The high school as a whole had smoke damage, to whatever degree, everywhere. A delivery truck, behind the cafeteria had ignited, tearing a gaping hole in the wall of the cafeteria kitchen. % "I just can't believe it, Steve." "I know Barry." Sitting in the livingroom of Bernice's home, the Barr's, Clark's, Bridges, Miguel, Juan, Alonzo, and Kade, along with Alberto and Jade whom served up food and drink, watched in awe at the playback of the day's events. Several feeds showed the flames shooting out of the classrooms at West Richland High School, glass shattering from the high temperatures. They all sat up in their chairs when a TV camera trained on an exploding vehicle, the flames shooting high into the smokey sky. "Oh shit, will you look at that!" Steve yelled out, as if watching brilliant fireworks on the fourth of July. Not only did the school suffer damage, but several cars in the parking lot behind the school ignited, providing intense comments from some of the other male population in the room. "I hope they get whoever did this!" Chad called out. Alberto calls out, "Oh they will and I tell you, whoever did, they're going to be rotting away in prison for the rest of their lives!" Another scene cut to the ambulances. "Hey, look! There's you dad!" Philip called out. "Yeah. I can't believe what they did to those boys." "Um, dad?" "Yes, Aidan?" "Are Connor and Mike gonna die?" "No, Aidan," Steve replied. "Well, I just think the whole thing is entirely sickening!" Bernice voiced her opinion. "Chad?" "Yeah, Squirt?" "Did Connor get beat up because he was gay?" "What makes you say that, Philip?" Barry asks his son. "Well, I heard of other gay guys getting beat up because they're gay and just was wundrin'." "I'm not sure if that's the case, Philip. We'll have to wait and see what the invesigation brings out." "I think it's time for the little guys to head off to bed," Steve suggests. "Um, would it be an imposition if Diego and I stayed for awhile?" "Not at all, Alonzo," Bernice picked up on. In fact, Bernice offered to herd the three off to the bathtub, enroute to the bed that would fit three little hedgehogs, with no problem! Jade accompanied them, at the three's request. "I guess I better head home. See if Sean left a message for me." "Oh yeah, Ken says he's been looking for Sean since yesterday," Matty replies to Steve. "Yesterday?" Steve questions, shocked. Chad reaffirms, "Yeah, he asked us to give Sean this letter. Where's the letter, Matty?" "Oh, it's out in the car, Chad. What Chad was saying is that Ken hasn't seen Sean since way before yesterday." "Now this has got me worried." Barry looks up, "What's that, Steve?" "Sean told me he was with Ken last night." Chad says, "Well he wasn't. Ken was alone last night." "Oh man!" Barry gets up, seeing the concern on Steve's mind. "Where the fuck is he, then?" % "Mmmmm.... it feels so right having you here in my bed, Sean." "Jacq?" "Yeah, Sean?" "Are you... would you be interested in starting up a relationship with me?" "I figured that had already been established, Sean." "Really?" "Well, unless you're changing your mind. I mean, when you took my cherry last night, I figured that was as real as signing a marriage license." "Hmm, you really are serious then, Jacq?" "Um, why do I get the feeling you're not, Sean." "Oh I am. I mean, Jacq. That's why I'm here. That's why I came here yesterday. That's why I stayed. I want to be around you all the time, Jacq." "Oh Sean." The two began kissing fervently, mashing their bare bodies together. "Oh, forgot something!" "What's that Sean?" "I'm supposed to at least leave a message with my dad before five o'clock." "You're almost late, Sean. Here's the phone." 'Thanks, Jacq." "And Sean?" "Yeah?" "Tell the truth, why don't you?" Sean looked at Jacq and shook his head to signify, his lover is in the right. "Hi, dad?" "Sean, where in heavens are you?" "Dad..." "Talk to me, son." "Dad, I'm at Jacq della Croix's house." "You're fuckin' where?" "Dad, don't go ballistic on me, please!" "Sean, I'm coming over there." "Dad! Don't....." "Trouble, Sean?" "He hung up on me. Dad's headed over here." "Then we better get dressed." % "I can't believe he's over at Jacq's place. Would you believe he spent the entire night there? And to think that he lied to me... fuckin' lied to me!" "Steve, take it easy." "Take it easy? Would you have settled for Chad's answers, so easily, Barry?" "That's different." "How's it different, Barry?" "Chad is seventeen. Sean is nineteen." "Oh, yeah... well, still." Barry couldn't drive and take Steve's busted nerves, so pulled over to the shoulder and killed the motor. "Steve, didn't we go over this before?" "Go over what, Barry?" "Thinking about how you have to start letting go?" "But Jacq della Croix is more than twice Sean's age?" "And what is your opinion of Jacq, Steve? Is he a drug pusher? A derelict? An evil person?" "No. None of those things, but..." "Is it the bdsm thing you're worried about, Steve?" "No." "Then what Steve, other than Sean lied to you?" "Barry.... I love Sean." "I know. Just like you love Aidan, Eric and Denis. Just like I love my boys. Like Chad loves Matty." "What am I supposed to do, Barry?" "Steve, listen. First off, you and I never got a chance to talk with Jacq. He most likely thinks that you are still angry over the bdsm incident with Sean. Secondly, it's possible that Sean feels the same. Third, you're treating him like a baby." "A baby?" "I know that I'll hate like hell to not have Chad around the house, after he graduates, Steve, but he's growing up. Plus, it's not like he's moving to Sasketchewan, for God's sake!" "Yeah, at least he's in the neighborhood." "And think of it Steve, Jacq has an established business. He's not going anywhere and that means Sean wouldn't either." "True." "I mean, I wish to God that I could persuade Tom, Marc and even Philip to stay around West Richland forever, but there's the possibility they're not. Think how lucky you are in that respect, Steve." "Barry?" "Yeah, Steve?" "How come you have to be so fuckin' right all the time?" "Let's hope that when I have a problem that you're in the right, Steve." "Barry?" "Yeah, Steve?" "Thanks." "A hundred bucks for the first hour." "Get outta heeeeyaaa!" So, for the rest of the two minute trip, snaking through the neiborhood, Barry and Steve talked about how to approach Sean. Barry's first word of advice was to hug him tight. "Um... Hi Steve. Come in. Sean's in the kitchen." "Hi Jacq." "Hi Barry." "Um, I guess Steve is kind of ticked off at me, huh?" "Jacq, I think this is more about Sean than you, however it does have something to do with what Sean and you mean to each other, in Steve's eyes, if you know what I mean?" "Thanks for cluing me in, Barry." "I think we should give Steve and Sean a couple of minutes alone." "Care for a beer?" "Water, if you have it." The two walk over to the bar, in the den. "Wow, a five sided room and nicely decorated." "Thanks. I have it set up so that if I have many guests over, they can branch off into three different groups." "Hmm, did you learn that in Psych 101?" "No, 'Martha Stewart Living'." "Oh, hee heee.... thanks," Barry acknowledged the glass of water with a twist of lime. "Barry, Sean's coming here had been quite voluntary." "Why do I get the feeling that you should be on the couch and me with the pencil and pad in my hand, Jacq?" "Haa ha ha ha... I guess I do sound like one of my patients." "Yeah, but all kidding aside Jacq, Steve's not at all angry at you. In fact, Steve meant to call and apologize to you for decking you in Dr. Roberts' office." "I figured he saw me as an evil ogre." "After the fact, Steve saw that what you did worked out beneficially for Sean." "Oh? How does that go, Barry?" "Dr. Roberts pointed out that whatever you did, jarred Sean's mind 'awake', so to speak." "Well, I have some of my own sense of reasoning of to Sean's sudden memory jog." "Oh? Care to share it?" Jacq smiles; giggles, then proceeds. "I think this goes beyond Sean's thoughts in retrospect. You see, Barry, as Sean and I played in the basement... maybe it would be put better to explain the scene. That is if it doesn't repulse you." "I'm a big boy, Jacq." The two laughed. "Well, at the beginning of our bdsm play, I gave Sean some safewords to use. This is usual in consenual bdsm play." "Can I ask what they were?" "They were 'Mercy Sir' and feel free to ask me any questions you have, Barry." "Thanks. Continue, please." "So, I had... um..." Barry could see that to tell the descriptive version of their play, caused Jacq some brow sweat. He could have let some it fast forward, but the bdsm play piqued his interest. "First I worked on Sean's balls." "His balls." "Yeah. Um, you see there's this apparatus called a parachute. It's a leather collar with three chains hanging down. The collar is attached around the guy's balls, between the sacs and his cock and snapped together." "Hmm... Hurts a lot, huh?" "Well, that's not the point of the ball torture, but it could put a bit of a pinch there, that is if the guy has a good set of balls." "I think I'll pass!" Another round of soft laughs followed. "So, the real torture began when I hooked these small metal balls on the chains hanging from the parachute." "Um, doesn't that pull on the guy's balls?" "Gee Barry, you're as smart as a whip!" This drew a more rowdy form of laughter. "Sorry. I deserved that one, so what else did you do?" "Played with Sean's nips. Does that boy have sensitive nips!" "So does Steve. Must run in the family." Of course Barry forgot about the biological significance. "I'm not talking just pleasure here, Barry. Sean's nips can take a tight set of clamps." "Hmm... um, you wouldn't happen to have a lite pair for an ambush, would you?" "For Steve?" "Just as a joke." "I think I can find some lite tensioned clamps you can have." "Borrow." "How about borrow and then see how Steve likes it?" "Deal. So, back to Sean?" "Oh yeah, so to make a long story short, I weighted down the chain that hung between the nip clamps and..." "You hung weights from his nips?" "Sure. Sean loved it." Instead of stopping, Jacq decided to quicken the pace. "Than I flogged his chest, stomach and back. I had changed from the flogger to a leather strap when whipping his back and that's when all of this started to come out about Sean's past." "Um, Sean's chest was quite red. Just for curiosity, how many strikes of the flogger did he take?" "Well, first of all, Sean never used his safewords. I cut the flogging of his chest off after two hundred." "Two what?" "Hundred. Hey, Sean took three hundred on the back with the strap." "Shit! I would've been filleted salmon by then!" "Barry, let me tell you something. There's a difference between consensual whipping and the kind where the top wants to beat the guy til his flesh is raw. And this is part of what I'm driving at." "Oh?" "Yeah, you see, even though Sean didn't use his safewords, I kept asking if he were ok..'you okay, Sean... you okay, Sean?' He kept saying fine... fine... fine... You see, Barry that asking reinforced in Sean, in my own opinion, a caring attitude." "Would you have stopped if Sean said it was enough, even if he didn't use the safewords?" "It's tricky, Barry, but I would have, if I felt he needed me to stop. I actually wanted to stop whipping his back with the leather strap, a few short of three hundred, but Sean begged me to round out the number." "Wow! What a gutton for pain!" "Pain, mixed with the sexual pleasure and at that particular moment...." "What, Jacq?" "I do believe all throughout our session, Sean began to fall in love with me." "Nooooo!" "Yes." "And what about yourself, Jacq?" "Well, I had leveled with Sean last night. Actually almost made him leave." "Oh?" "Yes. You see, he told me right out that he loved me and had this plot to get in my bed." Barry shook his head, saying, "Kids!" "I frankly told him that I had wanted him in bed, but as a horny, older guy, eager to get jock ass to fuck." "How crude, you horny devil!" "Well, it's good to see you can joke about it, Barry." "Hey, one horny devil to another!" They laughed, then Jacq continued his story; the edited version. "So, that's how it all went. I didn't expect it, but found myself loving Sean as well. Our talking it out, playing around under the covers a bit, plus Sean's way of talking, well it made sense. I found myself falling for the guy." "Jacq?" Jacq jumped to his feet, followed by Barry. Steve came forward, offering him a hand to shake. "I wanted to say I'm sorry for working you over the other day in Dr. Roberts' office." "Barry explained. No harm done. Just a little nosebleed." "Well, after talking to Sean...." Steve looks to his son and smiles, "I want you to know that you have my blessings on your relationship." Barry had walked over near Sean and put an arm around him. "Congratulations," he whispered to Sean and gave his shoulder an extra squeeze. "I feel that I should be doing some apologizing too, Steve." "No, Jacq. The way I see it is that I've over exercised my parental control, obliterating the facts and wanting to picture things as the way I wanted to see them." "Are you trying to use reverse psychology on me, Steve?" "Yeah, is it working?" "A little." This paved a way for the hug, which both put lots of effort into. "Hey, dad?" "Yeah, Sean?" "Um, you want to leave some of Jacq for me?" "Oh yeah, sure." Jacq invited Barry and Steve into the kitchen for some cheesecake and apertifs. It's also at this time that the story of the happenings at West Richland High School unfolded. Jacq turned on the small TV in the kitchen and they all watched the story, plus making their own comments. Barry and Steve left way after midnight. "Um, where do you suppose our household is residing, Steve?" "Well, Bernice doesn't have 'that' much room, so my guess is that the kids split for the Love household." "Our little ones sure are attached to Jade." "And she them?" "Yeah, and I'm wondering if they are ever going to have their own kids." "What makes you say that Barry?" "Think about it Steve. Everytime that Kade and us are with him, he's dwelling on the male of the species." "Yeah it does kind of make me wonder." "About Kade's sexual preferences." "Yeah, that Barry, but also of how does Jade see all of this." "By God, you're right, Steve." "I mean, none of this is really our business, Barry, but in a way I feel that we've gotten very friendly with the two and especially where our kids are involved, I feel concerned about Jade." "Think of this, Steve." "What?" "Jade is at our place..." "Not our place. Our place will be when we all live together in the old Chatsworth place." "Yeah. I know. Okay, so Jade spends almost all day in the home, owned by one, Steve Clark..." "Haa ha ha ha ha ha haaaa.." "You're feeling chipper for what is it, two o'clock in the morning, Steve?" "Okay, you got even, Barry." "No, 'this' is getting even, Steve!" "Ooooooooooooh...." As Barry drove, one hand stayed on the wheel, as his other hand sneaked across Steve's thigh and down the side, fishing for his bait. After a quick massage, he retrived his hand for the purpose of controlling the vehicle. "Now look what you did? No, on the other hand, keep your eyes on the road." "What'd I do?" "You know. Made my cock start tearing at the seams of my crotch!" Barry cackled out loud, slapping his own thigh. % "Matteeee?" A soft voice in the black wilderness called out. "Whaaa..." "Matty, you awake?" "Hmmm...." Chad, spooning Matty, his chest up against the eighteen year old, rubbed his hand over the dark haired chest, as he probed the sleeping other half. "Matty Briiiiiggges?" "Huh? What time is it, Chad?" "Time for my cock to get aroused." Matty looked over to the nightstand. "Chad, it's four fifteen in the morning. Go back to sleep." "My cock's awake." "Stuff a sleeping pill in the slit!" Instead, Chad, for whatever reason for his horny nature, overlooked the pun, took hold of his seven inch tool and began stroking it. After he secreted a bit of precum, he took a wad of it on his index finger and moved between Matty's asscheeks. "Chad!" "Hee heeeeee... I think you're awake, Matty." "Of course I'm awake. You would be too if somebody stuck their finger up your asschute!" "Oooooooh I'm sorry if I woke you, Matty." "Bullshit! You're not sorry you woke me, Chad and you stuck your finger in my ass on purpose!" "Oooooooh is my Mattywatty mad at his Chaddywaddy?" "Chad, what's the matter with you?" "Nuttin'." At this moment all that Matty could think of is how cute Chad had projected his thoughts. Doing an about face, in the sheets, he turned to face his lover. "Okay, what's up?" "My cock." "Besides that?" "I chatted with my dad yesterday." "Oh, something besides sex 'is' on your mind, my Chaddywaddy?" "Hee heeee... yeah, Mattywatty!" "So, I'm wide awake now. Talk!" "Nah.." faking a yawn, Chad says, "I think it'll keep til morning." "Um, it is morning and if you go to sleep now, when you wake up, I'll be twice as mad as you because now I can't sleep, Chad Barr!" "Okay, so my dad and I made an agreement that I don't move out til I graduate." "So?" "Matty, didn't you want to be with me?" "I'm with you now, Chad." "But that's only because of the fire." "Chad, listen. I know where your dad's coming from. I mean it's not like other couples where we are ninety miles away. We're like within spitting distance." "I know. But Matty, I don't want to sleep alone." "I know Chad. I've grown accustomed to sleeping with you too, but your father's got his dibs on you right now, just like my mom." "Have you ever asked your mom about what would happen if you moved out?" "Chad, I forgot to tell you stomething." "You're already married, Matty!" "No, dufous! But what I want to say is that last night mom and Alberto got Miguel and I together...." "You've been cheating on me?" "No, not for sex, but to tell us that her and Alberto are getting married." "Oh cool! Why didn't you tell me, Matty?" "I just thought of it." "So, what does this have to do with us?" "Well, it seems that mom and 'dad' came to the conclusion that they wanted the house to themselves. They kind of hinted at Miguel and Juan to maybe take me in." "That sucks." "Yeah, but wait. I came out with why not I shack up with 'Chad'." "Cool and?" "Mom said that your dad and now with Steve, there wouldn't be enough room, plus we'll never be able to have our privacy." "True. Even though I love my dad and little bro's, I could just see them using our stomachs for trampolines every morning!" Both laughed at such an insinuation. "So, you have to live with Miguel?" "No, I told them something they didn't think of." "What's that Matty?" "That if I went to live with Miguel and Juan that my bro and his partner wouldn't be getting any privacy either." "Oh." "Besides, Chad, you and I aren't twenty-one yet." "Yeah. I'm a mere child compared to you, Matty." "Oh yeah, how come your cock doesn't match the rest of your body, Chad?" "Runny, Matty. How come your eight and a half inches doesn't match your eighteen year old bod?" "You want to hear what the outcome was, Chad?" "Yeah..yeah.....yeah...." Matty had to grin at his man, acting like Philip and Aidan wanting to on the picnic. "Well, seems that mom's been hiding out one of the places in the neighborhood just for her own kid." "A house you mean?" "Yeah. Choice property." "What does the house look like?" "Let's just say that is makes the Chatsworth place look like a country cottage." "Get outta here! It's the biggest place in the neighborhood. You told me that yourself." "Yeah, but according to mom, there's one place that sits off by itself. It actually has a locked gate. Twice a year mom has it professionally cleaned and.... oh shit, Chad." "Hey, what's the matter Matty?" "Damn it, Chad. I'm gonna be able to live there with you." "Well what's so sad about that?" "Nothing, Chad.... Chad I love you." "I love you too, Matty, so what's all this tears stuff for?" "Oooh, it's because of my mom. She could've been living in this place her whole life, but said she saved it for me because she wanted me to have the best for when I get older." Chad held Matty close to him, his soft, sparsely haired chest melding with his hairy lover, tears cemented between. "Oh man." "What Chad?" "My cock is flatlined!" % what a pity...continued.... Copyright 2005 T. Chase McPhee All Rights Reserved. www.assgm.net www.nifty.org Permission is NOT granted to publish this story to any PAY site, nor any site that is not listed above, without the author's prior consent.