Date: Thu, 7 Apr 2005 13:37:45 -0700 (PDT) From: T Chase McPhee Subject: Nature Walk 24 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" 24 (M/t oral) wriTten by T. Chase McPhee % "Oh, sorry, but I've got to go." "Already, Mike?" "Yeah, Gary. I know. I love your sweet ass, too." "Oh man, I want your cock in my ass every night." "Greedy, aren't we?" Dr. Gary Roberts held his arms around Officer Mike Green, not wanting him to get up. They had spent a few great hours together having sex and passion, then hated like hell to let any more time pass without being as one. "The chief wants me to follow through on questioning the Matthews and Finnegan boys and.. hey, why don't you come with me?" "Do you want me to?" "Sure, as long as the hospital doesn't mind you being there when you're off the clock." "They wouldn't mind. In fact I think it would shock them." "Any more shocking than when my nine inches is penetrating your silky interiors?" "Oh man, you're not making this any easier, Mike!" Mike laughed out loud, then hurried for the shower, knowing Gary would be in hot pursuit. % "We're in a fuckin' predicament here, son." "But dad, I thought you would be proud of me." "I might not like the idea of living with gays in a community, but going and beating a guy unconscious, Bill! What the fuck were you thinking of?" "Dad, you always talk about how they don't deserve to live." "It's just thinking out loud. I'm not saying we should go out and lynch them, son. Not to mention the damaged you caused to the fuckin' school!" "Now, 'that' wasn't my fault. I told you that Finnegan kid knocked the lighter out of my hand, dad." Bill's ten year old brother, sipping his chocolate at the kitchen table, asks their dad, "Is Bill gonna go to jail?" "Frankie, go to bed." "Okay dad." The ten year old replies, not getting an answer. He didn't really need an answer. When time approached, he would get the answer anyhow. "Dad, what am I gonna do?" After Mr. Wade watches his younger son close the bedroom door, he addresses his oldest son's problem. "You're going to pack your clothes, Bill. Yeah.. Tonight. I'll drive you to your Aunt Alicia's house in Canada." "I'm scared dad." "Well fuckin' get unscared!" He grabs Bill by the shirt collar. "You weren't scared when you tied that boy to the tree and beat him! Now you're going to have to face whatever the consequences are like a man! So get used to it!" Bill Wade, a senior at West Richland High School and the primary cause of putting two boys in the hospital, the arson involving a portion of the burnt out high school and the disruption of the life surrounding the learning institution, not only received the shock, vocally, but took the slapping around of his angry father's attacks. "Dad, stop your hurting me!" "I hope you learnt your lesson! Now do as I say and get in that fuckin' room and start packing before I work you over good!" As he sent Bill packing, Charles Wade did some of his own packing, removing a small gun from the cabinet draw. % "I thought you wanted me to do the questioning, chief?" "Sorry Green, but the feds showed up just prior and said that's it out of our hands." "Damn!" "I'm sorry, Mike. You okay?" "Yeah Chief. Just dandy." "I know how much this meant to you, Mike. You put a lot into this case already." "Yeah. Thought I was going to finally break into the investigative side of law enforcement." Parting company with the chief of police, Mike walks back to Gary. "Want to grab a bite to eat someplace." "Yeah, what the hell," Mike replied to Gary, with a dejected feeling in his whole being. "Hey, Mike, look at me." "What're you going to do? Give me some psycho voodoo?" "Hardly, but I do have a couple of ideas to run by you." Getting back into Gary's root beer colored BMW 645CiC sports convertible, the two head out of the parking lot and into town. "How about some Asian food?" "Yeah, that would hit the spot." "Then maybe a ride over to the Pinque Hammer." "A gay bar?" "Sure." "Have you ever been to a gay bar, Gary?" "Sure." "What happens if somebody recognizes you?" "Hey, think of it, Mike. Why do you think they are at a gay club?" "Oh yeah. Hee hee... I knew that!" "Yeah... okay, well ready to split ends?" "We're going back to bed?" "Aha ha ha ha ha... oh man are you a character, Mike." After a few blocks, they make a left onto N. 60th. "Hmm..." "What, Gary?" "I hadn't even realized that West Richland were big enough to tote a '60th' street!" "Well, out here isn't like back east in New York City. I mean '39th' is way up the Columbia Canal just past Dodge and Fargo and between '62nd' and '66th', they left out some numbers. Oh and 'S. 58th' is way over by the junction of Astoria and Collins." "You know you're a regular walking history book, Mike." "Hey, I'm a cop. I get around." "I'm sure you do!" "Nuthin' wrong with knowing a little history, Gary. I bet you haven't been too far past the town proper of West Highland." "Not true. Why I've been to Yellowstone, New York City, the Grand Canyon..." "Nooo.. no.. no... I mean right outside of West Richland, like next door." "Next door, Mike?" "Yeah. Do you know that every Saturday morning up in Bridges Heights the whole neighborhood takes a hike?" "Bridges Heights... doesn't ring a bell. Where's that?" "Well, it ain't on any map, but it's that area of West Richland that Bernice Bridges is rasponsible for building up." "Oh yeah. Out by E. Ruppert." "Yeah, ya know when we were kids we thought Sully Lane was called Silly Lane?" "Hee heee... no kidding?" "Yup. Still call it Silly Lane. So does everybody else. I don't know why they don't just go and change the sign!" Like a couple of two school kids, Mike Green and Gary Roberts began talking about old times. Even though Mike had grown up in the West Richland area, Gary, a late arrival on the scene, could relate to most places Mike talked about. "Y'know, Mike. I think I'd like to explore the area some. It's amazing to think that I've been in these parts close to twenty years and don't know it... well, like you know the area." "Hmm..." "Got something on your mind?" "Yeah. Barry Barr and Steve Clark." "You horny devil, Mike!" "What's this, Gary? You leave the hospital and turn into a horny beast?" "Hee hee... okay... talk to me, Mike." "Steve and Barry are Science teachers at the high school." "Riiiiight?" "Yeah, well Barry and Steve thought instead of some hifalutin senior trip to Saskatoon or some other exotic senior trip, they would take the class on a hike up in the West Richland area." "Would make more sense to know your way around where you grew up." "Like you Gary?" "Okay, so beat me to a pulp about it, Mike." "Can't. Don't have my assault weapons on me at the moment!" The two mid-thirties men giggle and then after the BMW pulls into some faded white lines, they make their exit from the car. "I've never been here before." "Never, Mike?" "Nope." "Well then it's my turn to show you around a part of West Richland that you've never journeyed to!" They enter the restaurant. "Mmmm...aaaaah! Always love the aroma of these Asian restaurants!" "And I can't believe that you've lived your whole life in West Richland and never been to Kitajima's, Mike." "I think my stomach is more geared to pizza and beer." "Looks it!" "Hey, doesn't look like you treat your pudge any different." "Heeeey!" Gary slaps Mike to his stomach with the back of his hand. "What?" "They got a new kid working here." "Oh my, isn't he a cutie... ooooh my, he's coming this way!" "Two?" The jock asks. "Um, yeah." After the jock pulls two menus from the counter, leading the two gents to a booth, Gary gets the backhanded slap on his belly from Mike. Softly Mike says to Gary, leaning in, "Nice ass. Whadya think?" "Hmm... debating." "Oh? How's that go Gary?" "Between the young hottie and the old fart!" Gary gets a harder swing of the backhand to his soft cushion! "Something to drink?" Gary would love to say something nice'n'creamy! "Beer for me," Mike replies to the waiter. "No, he won't have a beer," Gary tells the jock. "I won't? Not?" Mike questions. "Make it two Sake's." "Right away sir." "Sockee? What in the heck is that?" "Oh man, Mike. I can't believe you're this ignorant." "Ignorant? At least I knew where '63rd, 64th'n'65th' streets are!" "Yeah and where are they, Mike?" "Um, nowhere yet, Gary!" Gary starts giggling. "What?" Mike asks frustrated. "I love the way your belly jiggles when you get mad." "I'm not mad. All I wanted to know is what sockee is!" "Here you go gentlemen." Both men are as quiet as hell, as the young, assumed college aged guy bends over the booth to arrange things to deck out the table for the Sake. Mike figures it doesn't hurt to start up a little conversation, plus since he's not getting much info out of Gary, he asks the waiter, "What is sockee?" "Sake is a Japanese liquor made from fermented rice." "Rice, huh?" "Haven't you ever tasted it, sir?" "Nope. Lived all my life here in West Richland and never had the.... pleasure." At that point, the jock seemed to get clammy, forgetting his lines in reference to the history of Sake. "Um, well that pleasures all mine to explain it. We're not too busy right now, if you would like me to fill you in." "Sure," Mike says, seeing the nervousness, possibly the implications of his gaydar suddenly booming into action. "Pull up a chair." "Um, okay..." "Nonsense, son. I'll just move over to Mike's side of the booth and you can sit here." Then from the kitchen they here a wild call, "Keneeeecheee!" "Oh, sorry, sir. I'll be right back!" "I don't believe it, Gary!" "Don't believe what, Mike?" "That's the Kitajima kid! He's all growed up!" "Kid?" "Yeah. Damn! Last time I saw him he was riding a tricycle! He was this big!" Mike holds his hand near the edge of the table. "Hmm... well he's sure grown into a... nice, young man." "And if I'm not mistaken he's one of us." "You get that feeling too, Mike?" "Hee heee.. you too, Gary?" "Yeah." "Sorry about that," the jock says, returning. "I hope we're not causing you any trouble Ken'ichi." "Oh, have we met before, sir?" "Many years ago, yes. The name's Mike Green and this here is Gary Roberts." "Nice to meet you, Ken'ichi Kitajima-Richards." "Now that we've gotten that out of the way, how about showing us how this sockee works, Ken'ichi?" Like a little kid at show and tell, Ken'ichi sits down across from the two and fills them in on the history, plus sevice. "There are five crucial elements involved in brewing sake... water, rice, technical skill, yeast, and land. More than anything else, sake is a result of a brewing process that uses rice and lots of water, which comprises as much as 80% of the final product." "Must be some fermentation process if 80% of it is water." "It not only has to do with that, sir." Gary thought Ken'ichi to be highly respectful, offering the 'sir' into their conversation as a way of addressing them. "The technical skill needed to pull this all off, depends on the 'toji' or head brewers, the type of yeast they use, and the limits placed on the production by the local land and weather conditions." "Very interesting, Ken'ichi. Except you've made me very thirsty explaining it all." "Well then here, take a sip and I'll explain any other questions you have." "Keneeeeeecheeeee!" "Sorry, I'll be right back, sirs." After doing a quick pour of the Sake from a rather unique flask, looking like a flower vase, into two short, ceramic wine holders, Ken'ichi books for the kitchen. "So what do you think, Mike?" "Cute the way he wears his hair." "Noooo... the sake, stupid!" "Oh the Sockee.. yeah, not bad. Doesn't compare with a Heineken, but it's not bad." "Well, just drink it. It's nice enough for the jock to explain all this." "Yeah, some jock." "Have a question for you Mike?" "Shoot, Gary!" Gary moves around the other side of the table. "Mike, do you think... would you be more comfortable with a younger partner?" "Younger partner, Gary?" Silence takes up some space. "Oh, you mean me carrying on over Ken'ichi?" "Ah, yeah." "Oh come off it, Gary. That young whippersnapper don't want an old fat fart like me!" "You're not old and you're not fat, Mike." "How do you know?" "Okay, how old are you Mike?" "Thirty-seven." "Well, I'm thirty-six and even though I'm no young whippersnapper, I'm far from being over the hill!" "Hee hee heee..." "What, Mike?" "Hee hee hee... I can't believe it, Gary!" "What's that?" "You're jealous!" "Jealous?" As Mike continues his giggling, Gary sits there across from the chuckling cop, astounded. "I am 'not' jealous of some jock, I'll have you know Officer Mike Green!" "Alright.. alright.. don't get your balls all twisted up, Gary." "And my balls are not twisted up... full, but not twisted." "Hey look, yeah Ken'ichi is an attractive kid, but in lots of ways he doesn't hold a candle to you, Gary." "Oh?" "Yeah. I mean, what other guy is going to tolerate this chubby bear belly?" "It doesn't have to be that way, Mike." "I know. Hee heee... like always happens. Put it off... put it off..." "Hey, it's not like I'm any better, Mike." "Cut it out, Gary before you give me a hardon." Gary had pulled his sweatshirt up, revealing the taut, thin black line down his stomach, folding over into what is his doubled over belly, hiding his bellyhole. "Got an idea." "Take out and have sex?" "Not a half bad idea, Mike, but why don't you and I sign up at a gym?" "Why can't we just have more sex?" The two roar with laughter. "Oh God, Mike. I haven't laughed like this in years!" "Life has been kind of lonely for me too, Gary." "Has it been, Mike?" Gary's hand falls on the table over Mike's. "Yeah, it has been. Too lonely. What about you?" "Let's just say that I've spent more time at the hospital than the pay check pays." "Really?" "Yeah. When a patent has an hour apointment, I run over fifteen to thiry mintues. You don't know what it's like not having anybody to go home to." "Nah.. nah... don't underestimate a person, Gary. I think my lonliness has been part of why I'm desiring to get more into invesigative work." "But that's good, Mike. You know you could set up your own agency." "I know, however not much happens around this neck of the woods." "Yeah, most likely you have to wear more than one hat." "Though I understand they're battling to have a Walmart come in." "And that means?" "People are going to need to start beefing up on the security. An outfit like Walmart will invite other outfits to the market of an area and then it'll never end." "Kind of sad in a way to see all this pristine real estate turn into mush." "Oh but then again, you don't know the vocal aspect of Bernice Bridges." "I hear she's a strong advocate for the environment." "Yeah, but sometimes no matter how vocal, she can't stop progress." "Sorry about the interuption. Have you decided on what to eat?" "Yes..." Gary goes on to place an order for the two, however he says it's kind of late and to Mike's delight, orders the food as 'take out'! % "So, you and Sean used to sleep in the same bed all night, Matty?" "An yeah, Squirt." "Did you sleep with no clothes?" Matty relied on information of when they first started sleeping together, "We wore briefs." Aidan asks, "Did your cocks touch?" Sean rescues Matty from the interrogation. "Hey, who wants to go outside and play some football?" Philip, the first to fall for the bait exclaims, "Yeah, it's us squirts against you big turds!" The three jocks laugh, Sean telling him, "You're on, punk!" Getting on their sneakers and coats, the six hustle out to the back lawn. Chad is the first to intercept. He sees Diego coming at him. On purpose he delays throwing it to Sean. The little squirt grabs the seventeen year old around the thigh. He doesn't say anything when the kid's arm bops up against his privates. Instead he takes a tumble backwards. Aidan and Philip pile on top of him. "Chad man, how come you didn't pass it to me?" "The squirts were on top of me before I could throw it Sean!" Chad winks. Of course Matty and Sean went along with Chad's ploy of making the squirts think they made a royal block! Later on in the game Sean makes like he tackles Philip with all of his might, but braces his elbows on the ground, til he grabs the football from between them. Looking over his shoulder, Sean says, "Here, catch Matty." On purpose Sean throws the ball in Diego's direction! "I got it! I got it! What do I do with it?" Diego yells excitedly! "Over to me, Diego!" Aidan catches the perfect throw, Chad congratulating Diego with a rustling of his hair. Heading for the deck, the squirt's goal, he confronts Matty. Chasing him all around, Matty corners him against the backyard fence, bordering the briar patch. "C'mon give it up you little squirt! You haven't got a chance!" However, Aidan does see a chance. "Oooooooh owwwwwwwwch! Ooooooh shit!" Matty yells out, rolling over on the ground, holding his crotch. Aidan's the last to turn around and see the other guys run over to Matty, huddling in a ball, holding hit privates. "Look what you did, Aidan! You hurt Matty!" Instead of finding his way to the others, Aidan throws the football down onto the deck, making it bounce away and hightails it into the house. "Uh-oh, I think we've got somebody more hurt than Matty," Chad says to Sean." "I'll go check him out. You okay Matty?" "Yes," He says, half joking, in a highpitched, squeaky voice. "That dumb Aidan!" Philip says to them. "Hey now, it wasn't his fault," Chad says. "But he hit Matty in the balls!" Matty says, "It was an accident." "Accident?" Diego asks. The four sit momentarily in the leaves, as Matty explains, "You see I don't think Aidan realizes what a big kid he is getting to be." "He's bigger than me," Philip says. Diego reports, "And he's twice as big as me." "I don't think Aidan is twice as big as you, Diego." "You don't think so, Philip?" "Nope. Here, stand with our backs together." Matty smiled as he watched Chad referee the tallest and smallest of the two. "I think Diego has a couple of inches to look forward to before he catches up to you, Squirt." "Do you think I'll catch up, Chad?" "Could be Diego. None of us know how big we'll grow until we get there." Philip went right back on subject, "So what else, Matty?" "Well, being that Aidan has gotten bigger, I don't think he realized that he wouldn't be able to make it clear through when he darted in between my legs." "You mean Aidan's too big to fit?" "Exactly and 'boing'... his head plowed right into my crotch." "Matty, what does it feel like to get your balls squished?" Philip inquires. "In a way you hope it never happens to you, Squirt." "But what happens when it does?" "Squirt, a guy's balls are probably the most sensitive area of his body to get pounced on." "What about your cock, Matty?" "Cock, Diego?" "That's what Philip and Aidan told me it's called. My dad told me it was my ding dong." Chad and Matty giggle. "Yeah, well parents like to give it cutesy names until you grow up. Cock is good enough." "What do you call a ding dong, Chad?" "A cock. Yeah, I'd say that's a good enough term." "Have you ever gotten your balls hurt, Chad?" "Not yet, Diego." "Oh yes you did, Chad." "When, Philip?" "Remember when you was helping Marc with his sneaker and his foot slipped?" "Oh shoot, yeah. How could I forget that!" "Maybe because you was a lot younger, Chad." "Most likely the case Squirt." Although Chad did remember the incident and did remember that Marc's foot 'grazed' his balls and the excitement turned him on big time. At the time he had to immediately hit the jon and unload them! "Okay, so once." "But it didn't hurt, Chad?" Saved! "Hey, there's Aidan!" "Hey you guys," Matty warns, "don't make him feel bad. Remember it's an accident!" "Okay Matty!" Like huddling, Diego and Philip rushed up to Aidan and hugged him. Walking towards Matty, they over hear Philip saying to Aidan, "Matty doesn't care if you hit him in the balls. It was an accident." However, Aidan offers his own peacemaking efforts, "Matty, I'm sorry my head bashed you in the nuts." Diego asks, "Nuts?" Four bikes come to a halt and when the owners see the football in hand, they head over to the gathering. "Can we play?" Of course the news of the day lit out of the youngster's mouths. "Guess what Tom?" "Aidan bashed Matty in the nuts!" "He isn't hurt though." So after the rounds of questioning Matty about his sore pubes finished, they divied up the boys and played another football game. Of course the older boys cautioned the middle aged boys to be easy on the little squirts! % "So, what do you think Jacq?" "My honest opinion Barry?" "Yeah." "I don't think Kade is taking any of this too well. First he feels very uneasy with the gay factor, especially after his argument with Alonzo this morning and I do believe the split up of his marriage is taking it's toll." "You don't think?" "I think Kade is going through a period of depression. I'm going to offer him some counseling, maybe some medication, but I think he needs to take some time off from work, too," the psychiatrist offers his opinion on matters at hand. "How much time?" "Start with perhaps a couple of weeks and then go from there, but it has to be his decision." Steve offers, "Don't you think it would be better he does that than wait and then maybe it'll be too late?" "Steve, you've known Kade longer than any of us. Why don't you have a talk with him?" Barry confides. "True." "Right now, I think Alonzo seems to be the man in his life." "Yeah, while he's drunk," Steve reasons. Looking over to the sofa, they see Kade leaning into Alonzo's shoulder, laughing. Alonzo shrugs his shoulders. "Why don't you two take Kade to the jon to freshen him up while I get in some words with Alonzo. Better idean, Steve?" "Yeah. Thanks for getting me off the hook!" Jacq's answer comes in the two manhandling the twenty-seven year old to his feet and walking him out of the room. "Poor guy, huh Jacq?" "Unfortunate circumstances, Alonzo." "Yeah, especially when it's not his own fuckin' fault." "Do I detect some animosity in there, Alonzo?" "Hey, I was a victim of it myself." "Oh? How so?" For the next fifteen minutes, Alonzo pours out his story of being a fifteen year old lover to an older woman and getting her pregnant. He explains their offspring, Diego and how he's come to love the boy so dearly. "Very touching story, Alonzo. I admire you as a father and also highly respect you as a person with high morals." "Well there's more." "I would think you have enough on your plate right now, Alonzo." "Well, the truth is that I feel deeply for Kade." "Oh? This come about in the last few minutes?" "No, actually, Steve, Barry, Kade and I were having a few drinks a couple of days ago. I would rather not go into the circumstances, but..." "Okay! We're all off the hook!" Steve surprises them. Barry offers, "Kade's fast asleep upstairs!" Steve, rubbing hands together, "Who'll have a fuzzy navel? Alonzo? Jacq?" "Fuzzy Navel? Where did that come from?" Jacq asks, inquisitively. Alonzo smiles. Just the point he tried to avoid! % "Sean?" "Yeah, Marc?" "How come you big guys are always giving the peewees a bigger chance to win than us guys?" "Think of it Marc, if you weighed fifty pounds and got pulverized into the ground by a two hundred pound jock?" "That's how much you weigh, Sean?" "No, but a hundred and eighty-nine is close enough." "But when you fell on me, I didn't feel any fat on you." "That's because I haven't much bodyfat and you can develop your body to have the same if you start out now that you're younger." "How do I do that?" Sean noticies that his audience has grown, with his sixteen year old brother standing there, with Tom Barr alongside Tom's brother, Marc. "Can you show us your muscles, Sean?" "Not out here, Marc. Damn, I'd freeze my ass off!" "Can we go inside and look?" Then it's a gangwar, as all the Clark and Barr kids want to see Sean's muscles. By the time they reach the den, Chad and Matty have their coats off and are pulling their shirt tails out of their pants. Jacq could just kill Sean, when he roped him into the 'muscle show.' Of course Jacq would suffer his own fate later after he had Alonzo, Barry and Steve stripping their shirts! Diego pipes up with, "See my dad's stripe, Philip?" "Yeah, it's the coolest, Diego and so is his navel!" In fact all of the boys are making hot mention of Alonzo's navel. The silver pearl highlighting the dark hair that shoots into the deep bellyhole and outside the downside of it, as his beltline envelopes it. Of course Barry gets the 'teddy bear' comments, the whole of his chest and stomach covered with the lush, medium brown matt, the pink nips bearly noticable. They all crack up when they hear Denis say to his dad, "Hey dad! Get some hair!" Steve's upper lip dips behind his bottom and he pouts, looking down at his smooth chest and the thin stripe cascading down his nearly visible ribs. He does pick up on something that he hopes the rest haven't; his rather perky nubs that adorn his pecs. To him, they look bigger, because he knows they are Barry's favorite place to pick on. Not that Steve minds it a whole lot that he does! Sean gets a kick out of the Clark and Barr kids thinking Jacq is the same age as their dads, twenty-nine and thirty. But then again, thirty-two isn't that much older. Yet, Sean himself doesn't picture Jacq much older looking than Alonzo, whom is twenty-four. He figures Jacq keeps himself more in shape than the two dads. Denis asks his brother, "Sean, how come your nips are red?" "They are?" He plays dumb, but also is slightly embarrassed. Jacq feels real bad, deep down inside at Sean, tripping over his words trying to explain. Finally he decides to try the psychological way out, tied into a lesson. "Wait... now everybody sit down. I have something to explain." Steve whispers to Barry, "I hope he isn't going to whip out some nipclamps!" "I think we can trust Jacq not to." "Yeah, he did a great job with Jade and Kade. I think we can trust him." By this time all the guys have put their shirts back on, after flaunting their muscles for the young squirts. "Oh, sorry Sean?" "Yes, Jacq?" "Would you please take your shirt off and stand over here?" "My shirt off?" "Trust me please?" Sean looks at his dad. Steve gives Sean the fatherly, 'it's okay'. So, before he gets it smoothed over the washboard, he strips it off. Diego says, "Sean, you're as good lookin' as my dad!" The kids giggle. Sean thanks the nine year old. "So, you want to know why Sean's nips seem... puffy?" "Yeah, that's what they look like, " Philip comments. Almost like a classroom environment, the kids are sitting on the floor. The adults line up behind them, with the jocks. Jacq, fully dressed stands there with Sean as his 'show'n'tell' project. "Now there's many areas of the body that are very sensitive." Philip points out, "Like Matty's balls?" "Matty's balls?" Matty turns flush. Aidan explains, a watered down version, "Yeah, we were playing football and I went to jump through his legs and my head hit him in the balls." Tom says out loud, "Oh fuck, that's gotta hurt!" "Tom, could you come outside a minute?" His dad motions him. He stands and follows Barry out of the room. Jacq says, "I'm sure this will only take a second." While waiting, Jacq has another brilliant idea. After all, 'we're all men here', he thinks. "Um, Matty, why don't you come up here, too?" "Heeeey, I'm not dropping my drawers if that's what you're driving at, Jacq!" Everybody laughs. Tom comes running in, "What'd I miss? What'd I miss?" So Matty and Sean, whom was barechested, stood there, ready to be used by Jacq. "Now, first I want to say is that this is just like a school lesson. We've all men here, right boys?" Jacq's eyes scan the younger generations, especially connecting with Diego, Philip and Aidan. "Sometimes Chad screams like a girl when I tickle him!" Philip offers. Another wave of giggles are unleashed. Chad mutters under his breath, "No picnic for Philip!" "Some of this knowledge may come in handy for you all someday. The plain facts are that some guys are very sensitive and even more sensitive in certain areas of their bodies than others." Diego offers, "Sometimes my ding dong is senzzatiff and when I touch it, it gets hard!" "Mine too!" Philip calls out, now that his friend has offered the information." Soon all the boys are agreeing that that has been true at one time or another. "Well, just like little Diego and his penis..." "My peanuts?" "Your ding dong.. ahem!" Jacq looks at Alonzo and clears his throat, "Some guys have other areas that are senstive to touch and they like those areas touched." Marc says to Eric, "I bet Sean's nips like to get touched!" "Actually, Marc, you are being very perceptive and occasionally it feels good when mine are touched. In fact many men like the feeling of their nips being touched." "Wow! You're right!" Suddenly Eric is all red, his hands quickly evacuated from under his tee shirt, as the boys stare at him. "Don't be afraid to touch your own nips, boys. It's as natural as touching any other place on your body." "Now, what I also want to tell you is that touching a part of your body is for you only. That is, unless you have a boyfriend. I'm sure you all know by now that Chad and Matty are boyfriends. Am I correct?" Chad and Matty acknowledge the fact. "What you may not know, and I hope I'm not being too forward here, is that Sean and I are boyfriends." Jacq didn't mention lovers or partners, to make it easier on the brain for the younger ones. Tom asks, "Does that mean that you touch Sean's nips, Jacq?" "Um... ah..." Sean is the one that speaks up, "Yeah, Jacq touches my nips and it feels real good!" Then looking down at Jacq Sean says, "Go ahead, show them." "Are you sure, Sean?" He grins a wide one for Jacq, knowing that he's putting Jacq more on the spot than Jacq would have been doing to Sean. After a short interval, Matty says, "Oh for God's sakes, Jacq!" Turning, Matty takes hold of both of Sean's nips and mashes them lightly in between his thumbs and fingers. Sean immediately lets out a long sigh. "Can we see if his cock is getting big?" At that question, Matty lets go of the niptugging. "Show's over guys!" Matty calls out. "Matty's right, but there's one thing I want to caution all of you about. Never... never do any of this to someone just because you think it's funny, whether it's an adult or a child." "What happens if we do?" Aidan asks. "Let's just say you could get beat up over it. You never do anything to anyone sexual unless it's consenual. Consenual means that the other person says it's okay to do. But, also you shouldn't do it unless he is your boyfriend... or girlfriend." "Jacq didn't know if he were talking with an all-gay crowd. "Very well explained, Jacq," Steve congratualted him. "Thanks, but I know the little ones didn't understand everything." "Well, I hope that us dad's are knowledgeable enough to handle the 'extras' when necessary." Just in the nick of time, Jade calls everyone for dinner. "Now get your shirt on, Sean before you make me cream my pants!" Jacq submits the subtle clue. % After Wednesday night dinner, which proceeded along a bit late into the evening, Jade saw to the three boys going for their baths. The older boys hit the showers at interrupted pacing and then found it a pleasure to sink into their pillow, quickly falling asleep. Chad and Matty sacked out in Sean's room again. Steve more or less assumed that Sean wouldn't be spending anymore nights at the house. "Barry?" "Yeah, Steve?" "Just hug me... hug me, please?" Barry didn't have to have a psychology degree to understand why a grown dad needed a shoulder to cry on. Though, to Barry one consolation is that Steve had somebody that he loved and loved him, to be with in his hour of need. "Geez, Steve. If I'd know you had 'that' many tears, I would've skipped the shower!" "Ooooh Barry... thanks." "I just hope I can handle it as well when my turn comes, Steve." There in their bed, the two lay, two dads, one facing on of midlife's little crisis'. A knock came at the door. Quickly the two hung loose, bringing the sheet up over their bellies. "Come in," Barry called out. "Hi, I'm sorry to bother you." "No bother Jade. What's on your mind." "Much, I can assure you that. May I come in for a moment?" "Sure, if you don't mind the sexy view!" Steve got a nudge in the ribs, as Jade came in and sat in one of the chairs facing the bed. The sheet got hiked up above their nips. "What can we help you with, Jade?" "I'm not sure how to go about this." "Just spell it right out." "Well, okay. I.. I was wondering if you two wouldn't mind having a governess instead of only a cook?" "You mean like take care of the boys?" Barry asks. "I know you two take care of the boys and they all love you so much," Jade states of the fathers. "True, but we've both noticed how attaches Philip, Aidan and Diego are to you too, Jade." "I suppose that is because I have spent more time with them." Steve asks, "I have a question Jade." "Yes, Steve?" "Are you going to be wanting to stay with us?" Jade looks down. It's Barry's and Steve's only time they remember Jade as looking nervous. "Not that it would matter... I mean Steve was just telling me yesterday how grand the Chatsworth place is and there would be enough room for two more families to live there!" "I was?" He says softy, so that only Barry can here. He gets another ribpoke! "Oh yeah! Why just yesterday I said, Barry, this place is bigger than the Taj Mahal. I bet the royal family and their aunts, uncles and cousins would fit in here with us!" "Well, I would like you to think about it and if you think it's feasible, please let me know. I understand that I would be working for the same wages and if I'm able to, will offer some room and board from time to time." "Nonsense, Jade. We know what a handful it is to take care of the three younger guys alone." "Would you be able to make up your minds by tomorrow if that is not too soon?" "Tomorrow will be fine Jade." Getting up, she wished them a good evening. "Well, what do you think?" "Well, Steve, I don't think it's quite the size of the Taj Mahal, but I think we can find a place for her." "We should go over tomorrow and scout around the place." "Yeah, and you know what Steve?" "What Barry?" "The money Alonzo pays us we could take some out to pay Jade!" "Damn and all I thought you were good for is a hot fuck!" "Ouch! You're gonna have my ribs all bruised up, Barry!" "Hmm... can't wait til I make those nips all puffy and red!" "Hmmmmmmmmm......" Steve smiles. % Alonzo, Jacq and Sean took it upon themselves to see Kade home. They knew that Jade wouldn't be returning, except for when she cleaned the place out. For tonight she would be staying at Bernice's. "Think you can handle Kade, Alonzo?" "Yeah, I think I can handle the faggot." After laughing off Alonzo's joke, the two departed. "Okay, Kade... into the bedroom." Slinging an arm over his shoulder, Alonzo walked the half cognizant man into the next room. He let Kade collapse onto the bed, falling onto his back. Walking to the night table, he turned on the small lamp. "I know just what their ploy is, but it ain't gonna work!" Alonzo said mostly to himself. "They think I'm going to fall for a guy like you, then they have another think coming!" Alonzo went to work on Kade, unbuttoning the twenty-seven year old's shirt. He couldn't help but touch the lush chest hair, soiled by sweat, nor touch the hair that ran down his stomach. The back of his hands bumped up against the defined ribs of his plexis. "Oh fuck! He's giving me a hardon!" That didn't stop Alonzo from completely stripping Kade down and getting him under the covers. Then he helped himself to a shower, rummaging the drawers to find suitable undergear. Then he climbed into the bed opposite Kade. "Good. You stay on your own side Kade and we'll be happy campers." As Alonzo's body signs slowed into their sleepy pattern, he studied the rationale of him being the one to take Kade home. Yeah, he's the only man single and as Jacq put it, with Kade's depression, could become suicidal. He would hate to have been the cause of the guy's demise. Yet, he wasn't planning on any sudden sexual encouters. He had Diego to think of. % continuendo......... 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.