Date: Mon, 4 Apr 2005 06:49:06 -0700 (PDT) From: T Chase McPhee Subject: Nature Walk 21 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'; got condom? "Nature Walk" 21 (M/t oral anal) wriTten by T. Chase McPhee % "Good morning, sunshine!" "Huh? Oh! Steve! Barry!" "And what are you doing on the sofa, Alonzo?" Steve and Barry didn't even notice Alonzo sacked out on the sofa when they arrived back home at the ungodly hour of four in the morning. Now, three hours later, they stood in their robes at the foot of the sofa. "Good morning!" Jade shouted, sticking her head through the wide gap between the kitchen and den. The three replied with their greetings. "I apologize for helping myself to your home, but I couldn't find my car keys last night." "Oh nooo..." "Yeah. Kade and Jade took the older boys home, so Bernice said to come over here and sack out. Besides, I really didn't want to venture too far away from Diego and Bernice thought waking him up would have woken up Philip and Aidan." "You're welcome to breakfast and I'll set out another towel for you, if you would like to shower." "I could use it, Steve. Thanks. I think I still have some of the smoke on me from the fire." "Oh yeah, I forgot about that!" Steve says, scratching his head. Barry suggests, "Well, it's most likely that classes are cancelled for this morning." Deja vu... the phone rings. "Steve, Mr. Washakie is on the phone for you." "Thanks. I'll take it in here, Jade." Alonzo and Barry watch Steve as he chats. Half true. Alonzo is eyeing up Barry in his robe. He tries keeping his crotch covered with his 'inspector gadget' raincoat, as he views the hairy mass at the top of his robe, fanning out over his chest. The hairy thighs and legs are another site to behold. He then makes a slight recollection. 'Yeah,' Alonzo thinks to himself, 'he does look like Dylan McDermott'! "What's up Steve?" "Washakie says school is out for the rest of the week, for the students. He would like teachers to meet in the front of the school at one this afternoon. Says by then the insurance people, building inspectors, police and others should have a grip on the extent of damage and some plan about getting the kids back in school." "I guess that puts a damper on the startup of the drama club," Barry says to Alonzo. "Not necessarily." "Oh? How's that go Alonzo?" Steve asks. "I figure this might be a vehicle to actually startup the whole thing." "Why don't we talk about this over coffee?" "Good idea, Barry." Then Steve, talking to Alonzo says, "Barry comes up with some good ones now and then." "Up?" Alonzo gets a bit o'the sexual image integrated in Steve's statement. "If you guys don't stop it, I'm going to be 'really up' for some suggestive ideas." "You know you two really know how to hurt a guy!" Alonzo has brazenly flipped aside his raincoat, revealing an arched tipi. "Barry, how could you?" "Me, Steve? You're the one who started up the hornivision!" "Um, this talk isn't helping me, guys." "You know Barry?" "What Steve?" "Wouldn't hurt to help Alonzo out this once." "No fuckin' way!" Alonzo surprises the two. Then more calmly, "But thanks anyway, guys. I mean, we're friends and it would be good to keep it like that." "Would you believe that bullshit, Steve?" "I think I missed something, Barry." "Well, you go and offer Alonzo a blowjob and..." "I did?" "You did didn't you?" "Look guys, forget the shower. I'm going outside and look around my car for the keys and..." "No, that's a fine how-do-you-do." "Huh?" "Barry has just offered me to give you a juicy blowjob and you're turning it down?" "I..." "Yeah and now Steve and I feel totally insulted that you are ignoring our hospitality." "Guys, I appreciate it all, but..." "Geez, would you believe this poppycock, Barry? Yesterday Alonzo hinted like hell to have sex with us and now he says I'm not good enough to even give him a blowjob." "That's gratitude, Steve. I tell ya. Last time I'll invite Alonzo to sleep on my sofa!" "Um, it's my sofa, Barry." "Oh, that's right." "Guys, I know your joking, but thanks for the thought." "Joking? Were you joking, Steve?" "I didn't think I was? Were you joking Barry?" "Oh, c'mon guys. You're a couple. You love each other." "Yeah, so?" Both Barry and Steve retort. "I don't believe you guys." "So, Alonzo?" Barry asks. Steve pushes, "Want to get your rocks off?" "You guys want me to do a threeway with you?" "You know Steve, some people have all the nerve!" "Yeah, would you believe it, Barry. And we hardly even know the guy." Alonzo, totally frustrated by Barry's and Steve's antics, sits up on the sofa, sighs, his head falling backwards, eyes closed, trying to get hit wits straightened out. "C'mon, let's at least be hospitable and let the guy have a shower before he leaves, Steve." "Yeah, the least we can do is having him go home smelling like a rose." Alonzo is again flabberghasted as Barry and Steve force him up off the sofa, each tending to an arm. They walk him over to the curly stairway and make him walk between them up the stairs, round'n'round. "Guys...I...." "Give in, Alonzo. You know you want to." "Yeah, but do you guys?" Alonzo's question is answered, as they find their way into Steve and Barry's bedroom. The two strip their robes and stand there in front of Alonzo. "I wonder if he's a top or bottom?" Barry thinks out loud. "Um top... I mean bottom... I mean versatile!" Alonzo belts out. "How do you like that, Barry? A science teacher that can't make up his mind!" The twenty-four year old is totally off the wall, as he stands there, letting Steve and Barry undress him. It's not so bad when Barry removes the coat, Steve bends down to help kick off the loafers and peel the socks. He didn't know whether it had been done purposefully, but he sure got a jolt when Steve's head pressed up against his raging hardon! "Whew! You're clothes reek of high school, Alonzo!" "Yeah, well I did stop to help a student." "What? A hero in our midsts!" "It was nothing. The guy got the coat he was wearing stuck in his locker door." This stopped Barry and Steve from the stripping game. They stood there in front of Alonzo, completely in the buff, arms folded across their chests. "Then what happened?" "Well, first I can't tell you how scared I was. There we were near the gym and flames started shooted out from the hallway. The poor guy.... um, Gary or Gerry or Greg.. I forget. Anyway the kid was hysterical. He had zipped up the coat and then slammed the locker shut, getting it caught. We tried the zipper and sure enough it wouldn't budge. We both sweated like hogs. Fortunately I had my Swiss Army Knife, so I pushed Gerry or Terry or whomever he was up against the locker and slashed through the back of his coat. Man those Chinese make them tough. Must be slashproof!" "Um, want to get on with the story, Alonzo?" "Yeah, we can talk home ec later," Barry sided with Steve. "Oh yeah, so we both could see the actual flames shooting out of the hallway. You know I don't think the ceiling tiles are fireproof?" As the story wound down, so did Barry's and Steve's patience, so as Alonzo fed them the rest of the story, they helped peel off his attire. "And that's how come my clothes stink." "Well, in my book, Alonzo, you're a hero." "Oh, what book would that be, Steve?" Barry replies, "Steve's book? The Joy of Gay Sex!" "Dufous!" Steve says, doing what Chad and Matty would do to each other, slapping the back of Barry's head. "Um, do you guys get along this good all the time?" Steve and Barry had other things on their mind. "Hee heee heee... you guys are checking out the equipment, aren't you?" Alonzo spies. "What's fair is fair, Alonzo?" "Oh? And how does that go, Steve?" "All that time you had to check out our equipment and we get a measly ten minutes?" "So?" "Oh yeah," Steve says. Going to the hall closet, Steve returns with a towel, wash cloth, hand towel and a fresh bar of soap. "There ya go!" Alonzo goes into their jon and closes the door. Barry and Steve go back to bed. "He looked disappointed, what do you think, Steve?" "Downright depressed! Hee heeee..." "Steve, how far did you intend on going?" "All the way with you, babe!" "You know you had me kind of convinced, Steve." "About what?" "That we would engage in threeway sex." "You mean you wanted to, Barry? Naughty boy." "Never had threeway, you Steve?" "No." They kissed a bit. "Steve, every wonder what it's like?" "What's what like?" "Threeway sex." "Barry, are you hinting here?" "Nooooo, Steve. I'm just asking you to entertain the question." "Why? My tongue's not entertaining your chest enough, Barry?" Barry grabs Steve scalp and holds his head up. "Steve, would you just talk to me?" "Sure, if you promise not to scalp me." "Oh, sorry." So, Steve sits up, as Barry does, their backs against the bed. "Yeah, I'm curious, Barry, but do we want to jeopardize our friendship with Alonzo?" "You mean you would have Alonzo here with us in our bed?" "Oh man, now you're jumping to conclusions." "No I'm not, Steve. I'm trying to get the facts here." "Alright, Barry. Let me ask you point blank and I want an honest answer." "Is this a trick question, Steve?" "Could be." "Then forget it." "Nooo...noo... okay, look, do you want Alonzo here in our bed for a threesome?" "Do you?" "Yeah... yeah.... yeah..." "I don't believe you're so willing, Steve." "Oh Barry, cut the crap! You want Alonzo in our bed, too!" "I know Steve, but it's fun watching you get upset." "Bastard!" "Hey, the water's turned off! What do we say to him, Steve?" "I don't know. Whatever comes out." "Yeah, improvise!" Just then the door opens. Barry and Steve could've melted there in the sheets, as the twenty-four year old walks out, with the towel wrapped around his waist. The water has flattened out every follicle of dark hair on the latino's chest. What appeared to be a lite trail down Alonzo's dry stomach is now the thinnest, black stripe, which disappears into a deep bellyhole. "I hope I'm not dripping on the carpet. There wasn't an extra robe." "Alonzo?" "Yes, Steve?" "Can I please give you a blow job?" "What?" "What Steve meant to ask is would you care to have some sex with us?" Alonzo lets out a loud roar of laughter. Being in giddy mood, after his refreshing shower, he whips off the towel, like it's part of a striptease, flinging it into the chair. He walks right over to the edge of the bed. "Steve, get over here and beg for my cock!" Barry starts howling with laughter, as Steve grins widely, crawling on his knees over to the foot of the bed. "I have to warn you, Alonzo that Steve's one hell of an ass rimmer, too." "Oh? And I take it, you're all top, Barry?" "With Steve I am." "Just want to let you know that I haven't surrendered my cherry yet." "Well, don't expect to." "Why? You guys don't like threeway romantic love affairs?" Steve says, "Hey, that's not what we're talking here, Alonzo," spelling out the truth, just before his tongue slurps the bead of precum. "Oh man am I stupid." Alonzo turns and walks away, then turns back. "Hey, I'm sorry guys. Let me get my stuff." "Hey, Alonzo, we didn't mean to embarrass you." "No, I'm..." he gulped, "not. Confused maybe, but..." "Alonzo?" Like at the bar last night, the two begin to form a huggy bear hug, standing either side of Alonzo. "Funny how sometimes emotions start running away with a person." "C'mon," Barry says to Alonzo, "let's lie down." "But..." "Barry's right. Let's lay down and talk about it, Alonzo." So, the three lay in the bed, Alonzo in the middle. Nothing much happened, except some touchy-feely stuff. Alonzo did learn that Steve had very sensitive nips. They all learned that they wanted to stay good friends and that having intimate sex wasn't the way to warrant that. However, they didn't discount the fact that three guys jacking each other off would totally hamper their friendship efforts. % "How's the Matthews boy, doc?" "He's got quite a few cracked ribs and for now a tender stomach and crotch." "What about Mike Finnegan?" "I'd say he came out with the worst of the injuries. His left arm is broken in two places, both legs broken, cracked ribs and he'll have stomach pains as well for awhile. Oh and his nose is broken. We're not sure, but he might need some dental surgery. Right now the hospital is carrying most of his monetary burden, being that he's from Lewis." "I understand. Lewis is a good foster care service, but I know their limitations as far as medical expense is concerned." "The hospital does have a 'schlep' fund for such emergencies, but it is a limited supply of money." "If you run into dire straits, doc, let me know. Maybe the WRPBA can help." "Thanks Mike. I knew there was a reason that I give to the West Richland PBA every year!" A more familiar face enters the ward where Connor Matthews and Mike Finnegan are lying in wait of regaining consciousness. "Good morning Officer Green." "Dr. Roberts, thanks for coming by." "You're welcome. I've been spending quite a bit of time with Jim Faulkner. Seems that he's had a gay relationship going with Connor Matthews." "Hmm, do you think this foul play might be gay related?" "I can't make any conclusions, but the evidence so far, in my book leads towards a gay bashing incident." "Well, the chief has placed a guard on the door, just in case." "I'm on my way for some coffee. Care to join me Officer Green." "It's Mike." "Gary." The two strode off down the hall, after the thirty-seven year old officer fills in the guard of his whereabouts. % "Hey, where's my dad?" "He's over at the Clark house. He slept there last night, Diego honey," Bernice reports. "Oh. Do you think I should go to him?" "Jade is making breakfast. I think you should go, Diego," Aidan adds, knowing he wants their new bud along with them. "We can't go to school in our old clothes." Bernice can see the writing on the wall, but is just as well pleased. Now she can spend that much more time with Alberto, than having him slave away on a morning crowd, in the kitchen. Diego comes up to Bernice and meekly says, "Thanks for letting me sleep here, Aunt Bernice." "My hedgehogs are welcome anytime, Diego honey." "What's a heshhog?" "A hog that lives in a hedge, silly!" Diego laughs, as does Philip and Aidan, whom have Diego's coat all ready to slip on. % Ken hardly slept a wink last night, wondering if Sean ever got his note. He lay down on his bed, running his hand up and down his body. He knew in a couple of hours he had an exam, but couldn't concentrate on studying for it, so gave up with his 'didn't give-a-shit' attitude and resigned to lying in bed. Several times his mind fantasized about the whole planned incident. % "Daaaaaaaaaad!" It's like Diego and his dad, hadn't been reunited for years. Alonzo hugged his son in a well of love. "So, how did you sleep, son?'' "Good dad. Right in between Philip and Aidan, so I didn't tumble out of bed." "Well thanks Philip and Aidan!" The two boys, settling down on the stools smiled at Diego's dad, enough to say 'you're welcome'. "Oh woooooow! Pancakes!" "Cool, Jade!" "I'll say it's cool!" Chad repeated. Barry asks Chad, "Sleep good?" "The best dad... er, I mean, it was okay." Giving Chad, 'the look', they both smiled, knowing he couldn't put it over on the old man. "Has anyone seen the news this morning?" Jade asked. "No, any developments in the fire?" "Yes, matter of factly. See for yourself." Pressing a button on the kitchen TV, a small five inch model, that hangs from the bottom of one of the cabinets, the picture comes right in. "Hey, look Diego! It's your gummi worms!" The commercial reminds Matty of their discussion in the car yesterday over Diego's food consumption. He decides to wait when he and Chad can corner Steve and Barry alone. Barry asks, "Anybody got a pair of binoculars handy?" Steve almost slipped, with a sex joke, but reverted to Barry's intent, "Um, don't think we've had this large an audience in here before." Steve wiped his brow with the back of his hand, glad he could change his mind in midstream, so quickly. "These pancakes are the best, Jade." "Thank you Philip honey." Aidan asks, "What are these little red thingees?" "Dried cranberries." "They don't taste dried... they're moist!" "Do you like them?" "Hell yeah!" "Um, excuse me, Aidan?" Steve asks his young son. "What dad?" "I'd like to know where you got that phrase 'hell yeah', from?" "Philip said it yesterday." Now it became Barry's turn to ask, "Philip, did you say 'hell yeah', yesterday?" "Hell yeah, dad." Matty and Chad giggled, as did Jade and Alonzo. "Where did you hear it, Philip?" "At school yesterday. We were waiting to get on the bus and some big kid asked if he was gonna take care of some kid and he said 'hell yeah'. Then...." "Wait a minute," Alonzo broke in between Philip and Barry's conversation, squatting down so that he and Philip evened off at head height. "Can you remember exactly what these two kids said, Philip?" "Um, something like this fagguy made fun of him... um, Aidan, what did he say?" "Yeah, this kid who looked like he was a high school kid, told his brother that his dad would be proud of him when he gets this fagguy." Alonzo stands, then turns to Steve and Barry, motioning them to huddle to the corner of the kitchen. Matty and Chad take notice of the three and close in on the conversation. "I think your boys might have witnessed something very important here, Barry... Steve," Alonzo alludes to. Matty breaks in with, "Do you think the guy Aidan and Philip heard overtalking, is the culprit?" The dads look at the two teens eavesdropping. "Hey, it's not like we're two schoolkids that are going to go blabbing this all around, dad!" Chad remarked, a bit on the offensive. Alonzo spoke up, moving back to allow Matty and Chad into their grouping. "You could be right, Matty. Thing is, what do we do now?" Barry says, "The first thing we do is notify the school that Philip and Aidan will 'not' be in today." "I'm with you on this one, babe," Steve agrees. "The whole thing gives me the creeps." "Just as a precaution, I'm keeping Diego home too." Chad asks, "What are you afraid of?" "As Alonzo puts it, Chad," Matty says, "it's just a precaution. You never know if the boys they've mentioned might remember what they said in front of them." "Damn! I'd hate to think what homophobics would do with little kids who knew too much!" Chad says, turning pale, his hands all clammy, feeling up his face. "Don't worry babe," Matty fills him in, "nothing's going to happen to our little guys." A hug around the waist follows, Matty showing his support to Chad. "Steve, you remember that policeman's name from yesterday, when you tried helping Jim Faulkner?" "Yeah, Green. Officer Green," Steve remembers, after the magical thinking tool, snapping of his fingers, does the trick in jogging his brain. Alonzo jumps on it, "We've got to contact him. This could be the break they need." "Plus the help we need protecting our boys!" Barry puts the stress on a more keen matter of importance. Right away Steve gets on the phone. In the meantime, Jade gets out the boys brownbags. Matty notices them at the door ready to leave. "Hold it! Hold it!" "Are you taking us to the bus stop, Matty?" Philip asks. "Um, ah..." Matty searches for a nonscary answer. Chad says, "Yeah, c'mon Matty, lets get our keys and coats and take the Squirts to the bus stop." "But, Chad?" "Oh, you wanted me to drive," Chad breaks in, trying to keep the atmosphere calm. Steve sees Chad's ploy, in not wanting to upset the boys, which would most likely reek some havoc on their emotions. "Yeah, good idea," Steve replies to Chad, adding silently, "and here's thirty bucks don't forget to stop at Starbucks." "But what happens when we run out of time there?" Barry puts another twenty in Chad's hand, "There's always the matinee at the movies?" "So, no school today?" Chad asks for their confirmation. "No and keep in touch, Chad." "I will dad." "If you don't mind me leaving the mess, I think I will tag along?" Jade asks, after getting wind of the situation at hand. "Sure Jade. That would be appreciated." After ditching the apron, Jade grabs her coat and breezes out the back door. Chad apologizes for almost letting the screen door slam in her face. % "Did you get ahold of Green, Steve?" "Yes, he's at the West Richland Memorial Hospital, trying to get some facts on the case, but Connor and Mike have been too drugged to give any information." "Well, we can't just stand here twiddling our thumbs," Steve reports. Alonzo reminds them, "And don't forget that Washakie has called a faculty meeting at one." "Then we better get our asses in gear!" Steve calls out. Barry watches as Steve's ass gets in gear. Barry's lower gears gets churning. % "How come we're not going to school Chad?" "Well, you see, the dads figured out if they didn't have to teach today, then why should you little Squirts have to go?" The reasoning didn't mean a hill o'beans of sense, but to Philip, Aidan and Diego, spending the day with their own private jocks and Jade, made plenty of sense. What kids wouldn't want to skip school to go to Dunkin' Donuts, the movies and wind down their day at the mall? "Chad, I couldn't have put that any better." "Thanks Matty." Chad calls to the back of the SUV, "Enjoying yourself, Jade?" "Always." "Chad, you messed up Jade's story." "Oh, a thousand pardons yer royal highness!" Chad and Matty laughed. % "Officer Green?" "That's me." "I'm sorry to interrupt." "Oh no, Dr. Roberts and I were just having some liquid refreshment." "Hey Steve, how's it going?" Dr. Roberts shook Steve's hand. "Oh, so you already know each other?" Officer Green asked both. "I guess you don't remember me, do you Officer Green?" "Gee, Steve, you do look familiar." "Yesterday, at the high school?" "Oh yes. Now I remember. The Faulkner boy." "Right". Officer Green loved the smile Steve projected. Friendly, yet warm. The handshake affirmed his thoughts of how congenial Steve could be. "Oh, and this is my partner... ah, this is Barry Barr." "Ahem! Oh, nice to meet you." Even though there was the slip up, something Steve hadn't thought about when introducing Barry in public, he sensed a let down in emotions from Officer Green. Steve's gaydar reached up-periscope and began seeking out details. "Would you care for a cup of coffee?" "Sure. We're waiting for a friend, who's parking the... oh, here he comes now." >From the moment Alonzo walked in the hospital cafeteria til he reached the table, Steve swore Officer Green's eyes were stuck, like krazy glue, to their awaited friend. "Alonzo, this is Officer Green and Dr. Roberts, the psychiatrist on staff here at West Richland Memorial," Steve introduced. "Nice to make your acquaintance. The name's Mike." Maybe Steve had perceived things in light of first meeting Officer Green, as an attraction towards Alonzo, but when Green took his seat, he sat in the next chair over, next to Dr. Roberts, putting his arm up over Roberts' chair. This whole situation would need further analysis before Steve drew any conclusions. Barry asked, "Coffee anyone? Mike?" "Ah, sure. Light, no sugar," the thirty-seven year old officer replied. Dr. Roberts doubled the motion, only darker, offering to help. Alonzo said he'd handle it. Proceeding to the glass enclosed goodies, he and Alonzo returned with five cups of java. Barry had a clear plastic bag, with two muffins clenched between his teeth. "Um, it might taste better babe, without the plastic?" Steve joked. "I didn't see you lifting a pinky to help!" Steve thought Barry looked comical, trying to smile with the ziploc bag in his mouth. "It's times like these that I wish I had a camera." "What Steve and miss out on all these fine memories?" Barry and Steve kept the five of them in a temporary act of humor. "So, to what do we owe this pleasure?" Dr. Roberts opens their thoughts with. He wasn't sure if the others caught it, but Steve, whose gaydar still flickered on here and there, picked up on the 'we'. "As I briefly mentioned to Officer Green, um Mike, on the phone, my son, Aidan and Barry's son, Philip, chatted at breakfast about an older, perhaps high school aged student, divulging facts about a gay incident, 'taking care' of a student." "And why would some older students be standing with younger students?" Officer Green adds, with a tinge of question in his vocal manner. Barry, right away perturbed by the intent, asks, "Are you insinuating our boys are making all of this up?" Steve, who hadn't caught on, now has. "I think you've got a helluva nerve, Officer Green," the personal greeting reverted to the professional, by Steve. "Our boys are not like 'that kind' of boys. They have solid character and furthermore..." "And," Alonzo threw in his own two cents, "I can vouch for the character of both these men and their children." "Okay... okay... I see I've struck a wrong chord here," "Boy, did you ever, Mike!" Dr. Roberts wrang his neck with his hand and then chuckled. Like a lover's spat, Mike says to Dr. Roberts, "Geesh, Gary! Least you could've done is warm me about these guys!" That caused the accused's parents to crack a smile, along with Alonzo. The three then saw Mike's sincerety in believing, when he took out a note pad and pen. "Alright, first, I want to say I'm sorry," Mike told them all. Gary replies, "If you do it again, Mike, I'll have you on the couch, psychoanalysing you!" Alonzo thought positively that Barry and Steve would be thinking of a lot more things than wasting their efforts on a couch, getting their psycho kicks! "Okay, what are the children's full names and ages?" Barry began, "Philip Barr, ten years old." "Aidan Clark," Steve followed, "Eleven." Inquisitively, Barry asked, "Did Aidan turn eleven recently or is he almost twelve, Steve?" "Turned eleven two months ago. What about Philip?" "In another month he'll be eleven." "Oh, then our boys are not that vastly different in age." >From the police officer came a loud, "Ahem!" "Oh, sorry there, officer!" Steve half-seriously acknowledged. "That's quite alright. Now, which of the young lads started the conversation?" "Well, after Barry busted Philip's chops for saying, 'hell yeah'..." "You busted your son for that?" Barry replied to Gary, "Am I being psychoanalysed here for parental control, Dr. Spock?" "Never mind. Sorry. I didn't mean to butt in." Alonzo speaks his mind, "Tell you the truth, I think you're way out of line here, Dr. Roberts. What you conceive as perhaps a theory of rendering what's right and wrong of how a child is to be reared, is quite immaterial." Gary, quite visibly perturbed by Alonzo's statement, does a flipout, dropping his head back, his hands going to his face, then complaining to the four, "Oh no! My big mouth gets me into trouble again!" At first Alonzo doesn't know what to say, but realizes Gary's statement is meant as comic relief, as Steve and Barry begin laughing out loud, followed by Mike, laughing his ass off! Steve quietly folds up his gaydar, as it becomes highly apparent that Officer Mike Green is gay. Like he would hug Barry during a fit of gentle admittance of saying he's wrong, Mike puts his arm around Gary, hugging him and saying, "I forgive ya babe!" "Thanks!" Gary replies, smiling back at Mike. "Okay, now that we all get the message." "Message, Steve?" "Yeah," Steve says light and airy, "ya see, I just packed away the gaydar, because it seems the truth is plain to see!" He followed it with a big toothy grin, followed by a deep stare at Barry, after he felt the kick in the shin. They all knew Barry's actions and Steve became the focus of uncontrolled laughter. "Hi Steve?" "Jabari!" Steve rose up out of his seat to greet not only his neighbor, but fellow associate at West Richland High School. He made the rounds introducing Jabari to them all. Steve rolled the wheelchair around to the most open spot in the table, between Alonzo and Barry. "Care for some coffee?" Barry, assuming the hospitable role, asks. "No coffee for me, but if they have some OJ or cranberry juice, that would be wonderful, thanks." Steve knew he caught Alonzo staring at the loosely fit, hospital garb Jabari had on under the robe. He caught himself staring. What a fine specimen of a man the cocoa-skinned, light cocoa - added cream, appeared to be. "So, you teach at West Righland High, huh Jabari?" Alonzo inquires. "Yes and I saw on TV what happened. What a tragedy!" Steve says, "Yeah, it's great that nobody got killed. I think if it wasn't for Alonzo we might have had one victim." "Steve!" Alonzo scorns. "Oops!" Steve remembers Alonzo's modesty, too late. Mike picks up on it, though, "What is this?" Steve and Alonzo exchange looks. "They didn't have anymore OJ, but they had these tiny containers of cranberry juice, so I got you two, Jabari." "Wonderful! Thanks, Barry." Silence prevailed, at which time Barry asks, "Did I miss something?" He looks over at the Steve, his vision drifting to Alonzo and then back to Steve. Mike says, "I think we missed something in our investigation about a near victim of the fire?" To break the silence, the story begins an outpouring from Barry's lips. "Oh yeah, you see, Alonzo was on his way out of the burning building and he came across this student with his coat wedged in the locker door. So, like Zorro, he whips out his Swiss Army Knife and 'whissht-whissht-whissht' slices the kids coat from his body and with the flames licking at their tails, escape!" "Well, that sounded quite dramatic, Barry. Is that the way it happened, Alonzo?" "Um," hiding his face in his hand, replies, "close enough." "Damn, we've got ourselves a hero here!" Mike says, patting Alonzo on the back. "Look, it was nothing, okay. Anybody would've done the same." Dr. Roberts throws something worthwhile out, "Yes, that could be true, Alonzo, but we are all different. Could be that somebody came along before you and didn't stop. Because of your valiant efforts a boy didn't die in the flames. Don't you discount the facts that you're 'not' a hero and if you give me any bullshit psychobabble back, I'll shove it up your ass!" Barry, Steve and the others knew Gary was right and held their mixture of laughter back. They waited for Alonzo to give the sign. Instead, it's Jabari whom broke the ice. "Heeeey man, it's okay being a hero. If you don't want anybody to know, I'm sure we all can play it cool, but think of one thing...." Alonzo looked up to Jabari, as if God himself were speaking. "It's for sure that the guy you helped is one, neva gonna forget this and two, is probably gonna blast it all over to his parents, friends and eventually when the media gets ahold of it, the world... ouch!" "You alright, Jabari?" Jabari, in his explanation of demonstrating 'the world' stretched his arms up to form a big round circle. He pulled something associated with his appendectomy. "Yeah, I think. I'm supposed to be taking it easy." Dr. Roberts interrupts, "I think as a precaution we should have you checked out." "Yeah, but my sis is supposed to be by to pick me up," the twenty-six year old informs them. "Oh, we'll take care of Kenya when she gets here, Jabari, dont' worry," Steve alerts him. In fact, Steve gets on his cell and calls Kenya to let her know that they met up with Jabari and will be providing some return ambulatory service for him, back to their home, with a detour for lunch. She laughs before hanging up. Dr. Roberts returns to the table, informing that Jabari is expected on the second floor in two seconds, to meet up with a Dr. French, but that he needs to see a patient. Mike wants to finish questioning Barry and Steve. "No problem, I'll wheel Jabari upstairs," Alonzo offers. % "So, you don't think my dad will have a problem with us, Jacq?" "Sean?" "Yes, Jacq?" "How do you see the relationship with us?" "How? How do you mean?" "Well, I think we get along well. We're surely compatible sexually. We have this other added special attraction, with the bdsm roleplay." "Hee heeee..." "What, Sean?" "Jacq, you answered your own question, leaving out the fact that.... that I love you." Putting down his spring water on the back deck porch, Jacq took Sean's head in his hands and mashed their lips together. "My question to you, Jacq is that do you want me for the rest of your life, because that's the period of time I'm intending on staying in love with you." "Sean... that's beautiful. Yeah... yeah, I want you for that long a time and even longer." That brought on another few minutes of lip mashing. "Would it be okay if.... if we moved in together?" Jacq thinks up some mischief, knowing what's on Sean's mind. "I think that would be great, Sean. I've never lived in a house with so many kids running around. I'm glad your dad and Barry and I get along so well, too. I think that would..." "Oh shut up!" A third session of mashing came about, but it entailed more than lips, as Jacq scooped up the eighteen year old in his arms and deposited him on the veranda. Laying Sean lengthwise on the long sofa, Jacq immediately took the tails of the teen's tee shirt and tore it off over his head, Sean lifting his arms in approval. "Oooooh, I love this silky chest!" After the 'st', his words sunk into Sean's chest, his lips cupping over those puffy nubs that he helped make that way. His other hand found the other perky nip and massaged it as he wet up the blond hair, swirling his tongue around and around the stiff nub. Sean, busy groaning and moaning with ecstatic pleasure, also busied his hands on Jacq's beltline, unbuttoning the one closure, then unzipping, peeling the pants down over his torso and mounds. Immediately he found his rod trying to bust out of his briefs. Before he continued denuding his lover's pubes, he hefted the sweatshirt up and over Jacq's head. By this time, Jacq had planned a full assault on Sean's body. One nub down and one to go, he left the reddened, well eaten niplet and moved lower, skipping the second pectoral delight. Following the straight trail, he glided his tongue downwards, dragging over the tightly clad follicles. His chin scratched along the denim fabric, as he fought to dive into the deep, tight bellyhole, holding his tongue concavely to force it in deep. "Oooooohhhh!" Sean savored the feeling of having his navel invaded, as if a wide buttplug being forced up his ass. In a state of erotic shock, Sean gasped, moaned and literally cried out in ecstacy, as Jacq mashed his nips, alternating fingernails to squeeze his nubs together, at the same time, biting around the edge of his victim's deep innie. He backed off slightly when he could swear he sensed something wet coming through Sean's jeans. "You didn't cum did you?" "Oh no, Jacq. I'm saving my erection juice for your ass!" The idea still stood relatively new to Jacq, all his life being a top. However, that first fuck came back into his mind's play, the thoughts of Sean's eight inch piece of erect meat stuffed in his ass cavity and his big balls pounding his ass in rhythm with his hard shaft. "Ooooh Sean... oooooh... gotta have you.... gotta have you in me!" Touche! The concept relatively new to Sean, he sensed that the pent of rod would wind up 'sprained', if he didn't release it soon. So, unlike answering a 'master', he dictated, "Get up, Jacq.... ass pounding time!" Jacq smiled to himself. Even the words were like baby's babble to him, new in the approach to sex. He uprighted himself, stripping his pants down, removing his briefs, taking both off together. When he went to get up, Sean kept his sights entertained, as he stood there in the raw, stroking his meat. Like a master himself, Sean walks forwards, right up to Jacq's face, as he sat there on the sofa. As expected of a bottom 'boy', Jacq opens wide and takes in Sean. "Ooooooooh that feels so fuckin' hot!" Sean gasps, his hands going to his hips and bucking his torso forwards to gag his bottom. Jacq's thoughts are 'like all those boys', 'Sean's getting even'. When playing master for all the boys he's roleplayed with, he feels Sean making retribute, as he takes Jacq's head in his hands and forces his meat down Jacq's throat. Pulling off, he dictates... no, he finds himself asking, "Easy, please, Sean," then clears his throat. After a nice... and Sean compliments Jacq for this... a nice long tongue-swirling blowjob, he pops his cock out and taps Jacq on the shoulder. Like the signal Jacq's given other men, younger and older, he knows to flip over onto his stomach. As has happened to himself, but given unconsciously, Sean slaps Jacq's ass, one cheek than the other, as he readies to fuck him. Before his orally wet cock dries, he slaps it down a few times above Jacq's asscrack. Then after a finger finds the small site of penetration amoung the lightly furred crevice, he moves his tool into place. Becoming more proficient already, Sean reaches around underneath and removes some manmade lube, retrieving it to smear on his barrel. Then with the tip implanted, shouts profanities as he sinks into the hot interiors. % was that breathtaking or what? 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.