Date: Tue, 12 Apr 2005 13:07:19 -0700 (PDT) From: T Chase McPhee Subject: Nature Walk 28 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" 28 (M/t Oral) wriTten by T. Chase McPhee % "Thank God It's Friiiiiiiiidaaaaaay!" "Steve, where do find these songs?" "Old movies." "No, old movies are with Fred Astaire and Ginger Rodgers." "Ginger Rodgers? Wasn't that Roy Rodger's wife, Barry?" "No, stupido! That was Dale Evans." "Oh. How about coming in the shower and doing a two-step with me?" "Aha! So, putting me on about Roy Rodgers, huh?" "Get your bear body in here!" What has developed as a 'kinky' thing for Steve is to slowly watch Barry's chest and stomach hair get wet. As it does, like magic the dry follicles cling together when the shower streams over his skin. "Cool!" "I don't know why I stand here and let you do that to me, Steve." "Oh c'mon Barry. This little guy down here doesn't seem to mind!" Barry tilts his head back as Steve handles his sausage, firiming it up. What happened yesterday, a new thing in their daily routine, Steve pulls up the stopper in the tub. He sits with back up against the tub. After Barry turns, he sits in front of Steve. Depending on the mood, Steve will either twist the control for spout or leave it at shower spray. While Barry relaxes, his back against Steve's chest, Steve fingers up the hairy masses on his chest and stomach or even under his pits, while sweetly kissing him. Barry runs his hands along Steve's thighs and occasionally behind him! % Meanwhile, in the mirror. "Hey Aidan?" "What?" "I was just lookin' in the mirror and my nips sure are tiny." "So are mine, Philip. Look it." "Wow! They sure are, but they're darker than mine." "That's because you got lighter skin and hair." "You're right Aidan. Chad's got light skin, blond hair like mine and he's got light color nips, too." "Yup and when Matty had his shirt off, even though he's got all that hairy mess on his chest, I could see his nips. His nips are dark like mine." "Yeah, because Matty's got dark hair, too." "Aidan?" "Yeah, Philip?" "Why don't you touch my nips like Matty touched Sean's nips yesterday." "I don't know Philip. It'll feel kind of weird." "I'm not afraid. Nobody but God to look at us." "What happens if God doesn't like what we're doing?" "He probably doesn't care. Why would He make guy's nips feel good if he didn't know how it felt Himself?" "Never thought about that way, Philip. Okay. I'll do what Matty did." "I can touch your nips at the same time, if we stand facing." "Yeah, okay, Philip." So, the blonde ten year old faced the dark-haired eleven year old. "Ready, Philip?" "I'm ready Aidan. You ready?" "I'm ready Philip." The two boys reach out, in their moments of exploration, each taking their little nipmeats in between fingers and thumbs. While they are experiencing each other, they reveal their thoughts, as if Emeril analysing one of his bangup menu delights. "Hmm... it feels okay, I guess," Philip replies. However, Aidan has quite the opposite appeal. "Ooooooh that feels sooooo.... sooooo...gooood!" "Haa ha ha ha... you like it Aidan?" "Ah-ha..." the eleven year old replies, taking in the pinching of his nips by his friend. "Hey, whatcha doing?" Philip's hands drop like he's doing something forbidden. "Um, just playin' around Diego." Diego is no dumb bunny. Confronting Aidan he asks, "Did you like it?" "Yup. I liked having my nips mashed a real lot!" "Ooooh, do mine Philip, pleaaaaase?" hands folded together. Now there's one thing that Diego was getting the hang of; pleading, just like Philip. "Okay Diego. But you better not tell our dads I was doing it!" "I wouldn't. Promise. Cross my heart!" "Hee heeee..." "What Aidan?" "Diego, you just crossed your nip!" "Hey, you know what?" "What Philip?" "Diego has bigger nips than me!" "Yeah and know what else?" "What, Aidan?" "Diego's cock is hard!" "Oh shoot, yeah! Look at it!" The three preteens look down and sure enough, Diego's little ding dong is sticking straight out. "Wow, guys! Philip didn't even touch my nips and my ding... my cock is poking out!" "How come, Diego?" "I dunno." "Maybe because you're thinking about your nips getting mashed, Diego?" Philip tries explaining. "I dunno. Could be." "Why don't we exspearament." "Okay. How, Aidan?" "Diego, don't think about your nips getting mashed." "Then what do I think about?" "I know!" "What Philip?" "Take a shower. Chad used to tell me that a cold shower is good for taking the sex out of a guy." "Really Philip?" "Yeah. Didn't Sean tell you anything, Aidan?" "Not much." "Fine big brother he turned out to be!" "Hey, I love Sean, Philip. So doin' go sayin' nothin' nasty 'bout him." "I'm sorry Aidan. You give me?" "Yeah." Diego watched as the two kissed each other on the lips. "Why did you do that, guys?" "That's what you're supposed to do when you get mad at each other, Diego," Aidan says. "Yeah," Philip continues the analysis, "when our dads get mad at each other and then they do this thing called, 'give', they kiss each other on the lips and then it's all better!" Diego relates to that, "Oh yeah. It's like when I get a boo-boo, my dad kisses it to make it better!" "Hey, y'know Diego, you're kind of smart!" Philip goes along with Aidan's assumptation. "Heeeeeey!" "What, Diego?" "My ding dong went down!" "Cock!" Both of the other boys yell out. "Yeah, my cock. Why do I call my ding dong a cock, again?" Aidan replies, "Because ding dong is baby stuff. If you're going to hang around with Philip and me, ya gotta call it a cock, because we don't call stuff with baby words anymore." "Okay, but can you guys keep reminding me?" Each taking a shoulder, they lead Diego out of the jon. "Sure we keep reminding you, Dieogo. You're younger than us, so we have to." "Oh, forgot something." "What's that Diego?" "I came in here to go pee-pee!" % "Well Jade, even though the facts do remain that I brought up Diego almost single-handedly, I do appreciate your concern about his wellbeing." "I never meant to criticise Alonzo. In fact I can see that you love each other very deeply." "Other than I my dad, we're all we've got in the world. I mean, it used to be that way. Now all that's changed." "I want you to know, Alonzo that Diego has a special place in my heart reserved for him, also." "That's sweet of you Jade." "And one more thing, before the others come down for breakfast, Alonzo?" "Yes, Jade?" "If you would like to pursue a relationship with Kade, it doesn't borrow me a bit." "But, Jade..." "No, please hear me out Alonzo. It takes two to make a relationship work and I don't think my whole heart involved building that...." "Good morning!" Alonzo smiled, as Jade was cut off midstream in her thoughts. "Good morning Chad and Matty. What would you like for breakfast?" Jade asks, more as covering tracks. "Um, whatever everyone else is having." Chad went for the orange juice on the refrigerator door, however Jade shooed him away. "But I can get it, Jade." "Now Chad, are you telling me how to do my job?" Chad resigned from his intentions, smiling back at Jade. "Alright. You win this time, Jade!" Chad pointed his pistol finger at her, thumb up, knowing there would be a showdown at another time. "Jaaaaade!" Friday morning began with the usual perks, happening at different intervals. Alonzo had been first served, then followed by the jocks, then the three amigos showed, the dads bringing up the rear. Eventually they all realized something. "I don't know about your thoughts, Alonzo, but we've got to make this move soon." "I can see that, Steve." Jade adds, "I went over to the new home last night and spent a couple of hours in the kitchen. It is much larger than here, but I have a costly idea." Barry had been placed in charge of managing the list of home improvements. "Okay, let's hear it, Jade." "I know there is a diningroom, however it should be for special meals." Steve says, "I agree. Alonzo?" "Huh? What's that Steve?" "Well you're going to be living there too, Alonzo. What's your opinion?" Chad and Matty look to Alonzo, too. "Um, whatever you and Barry think is good, is good enough for me, Steve." Steve looks to Barry. They both know that they are going to have to sit down and have a long chat with Alonzo. Might not be so bad to lie down instead of sit! "Well, what's your idea Jade?" "To invest in a long trestle table, so that we all can enjoy a sitdown meal together." "But where will we put it?" "Well, see I drew this up....well my friend did it, actually, after I explained to her what my intentions were." Jade whips out a piece of graph paper. "I thought you planned this last night, Jade?" "Yes, I did." "Then when did you talk to your friend?" "Oh, beg your pardon. She was at the new home with me. I hope you don't mind that I invited her to review the plans with me?" "Not at all, Jade. So, let's see what you've got there." Barry and Jade talked, as she pointed out different things, in reference to the piece of graph paper. Alonzo took the opportunity to talk over moving plans with Steve. "Let me know when you plan on moving, Alonzo. Chad and I can pack some stuff in the SUV." "That's nice of you Chad. If Steve and Barry think it fine, we can move some light stuff tomorrow." Philip says, "Cool Diego!" Aidan seconds it. The boys are ecstatic about the future plannings. "Well, Steve... Alonzo, what Jade proposes here, looks okay. All we have to do is find a table that seats twelve, plus a couple more in case of drop in visitors." "Fine," Alonzo and Steve answer, in unison." Jade adds, "And my girlfriend has some ideas on where to buy the table and chairs, or benches." "Jade?" "Yes, Philip?" "Is your girlfriend gay?" Dead silence filled the room. The dads, as well as the jocks figured Jade would explain it away, in her normal logic, but instead it left her speechless. Finally she offered, "What makes you think that Philip honey?" "Because Aidan and I are boyfriends and..." "Heeeeey! What about me?" Diego pouts. Aidan asks Philip, "Is Diego our boyfriend, too?" "Sure," Philip answers, much to Diego's delight, "if our dads can be boyfriends and there's three of them, then us'n three can be too!" The dads didn't know what to say to that. But then again, that wasn't the issue here. However, when they turned back to Jade, her eyes were in the dishwater and silence once again prevailed. Steve eyed Alonzo to go over and talk to here, but he passed the buck to Barry, whom shook his head smiling. Before he approached Jade, Barry mouthed to Steve and Alonzo, 'cowards'! "Jade, are you alright." "Yes," the almost audible syllable fell from her lips. A loud question came from Diego, "Dad, is Jade gay?" "Ssshhhh, Diego. Just a moment son." "Sorry, dad." Like Philip's explanation in the jon, Diego then tells his dad to bent over in his face. He kisses his dad on the lips and asks, "Do you give?" "Do I give?" "Yeah, do you dad? Please say you give?" Diego asks in desperation. For now, not knowing the gist of Diego's meaning, he replies, "I give" and smiles. It brings a warmth from his son, plus, "Thanks daddy." "You're welcome, son," Alonzo replies, knowing whatever the little guy means, he senses it as a warm sign of affection, warranting a hug. Barry senses it's a good thing to continue the sensitive subject in a more private environ, so he escorts Jade into the next room. Steve and Alonzo then follow. The squirts try to, but Chad and Matty keep them in limbo, woofing down their breakfast. "Chad?" "Yeah, Diego?" "Can a guy's ding dong...." "Cock!" Aidan and Philip call out to Diego. Matty and Chad wonder what that was about. "Anyway Diego?" "Chad, can a guy's cock get hard by thinking." "Thinking?" Matty inquires. Chad ventures, "What brings on a question like that, Diego?" Aidan and Philip place their hands on each other's thigh, communicating the fear that Diego is going to mention why. Both of their spoons rest in their dishes of oatmeal, as they anticipate the reaction. "Um, because.... um..." Diego knows he promised, but he doesn't know how to know divulge their secret without telling. Matty smiles, then says, "Chad, bro. It's obvious that the squirts have a secret that little squirt here ain't supposed to tell." "Hmm... okay, listen. You don't have to say anything else, Diego. I'll just fill you in on something. Sometimes a guy's cock can get hard for a reason because he's looking at something sexual happening or even for thinking it." "I don't get it Chad." "Okay, listen..." Chad tries to think of an instance where it wouldn't embarrass Matty, as well as himself. How Matty comes through with the answer to the complex puzzle. "Guys, listen. Suppose you're at school." At this moment, all three squirts attention looks to Matty for the explanation. "Yeah?" "You're sitting in the cafeteria." "Yeah?" "Across the room you spy this hot looking ten year jock." "Why would Jock be there in school?" Diego asks, thinking of Sean's Jacq. "Jock? Because every school has jocks. It doesn't matter if they are young jocks or older jocks." Aidan wises up, "Nooooooooooo... haa ha ha ha ha... Diego means my brother Sean's boyfriend!" They all start laughing. "Did I say somethun wrong?" "No, Diego. Okay, listen, let me explain this first. You're in the cafeteria and this fine looking nine or ten or eleven year old is walking across the floor. Got it, Diego?" "You mean he's good looking, Matty?" "You got it, Diego. So you're there, in between bites of your peanut butter'n'jelly sandwich, watching... watching every step this handsome hunk. You stop eating your sandwich, but don't know it." "But if I'm not chewing my sandwitch, Matty, I would know it." "Okay, so you know you've stopped chewing your sandwich, Diego and your eyes are on this hot nine year old. Suddenly your hand goes to your lap!" Matty gestures, his own hand falling to his lap. "Then you notice it. 'Holy Cooooooow!' you think to yourself. 'I've got a hardon'!" "Is that the same thing as your cock being hard, Matty?" "Yup." "What's it called again?" "Hardon!" Aidan calls out. Diego asks Aidan, "Then how come you and Philip didn't tell me it was called that?" Right away Philip's white face turns red. Aidan's not as peekid. "Hmm... and what transpired in the jon this morning, squirts?" "What's that Matty?" Chad translates, "Matty means, 'what happened' in the jon?" "I'm not suppost to tell because it's a secret," Diego replies. "Oh, okay," Chad replies, then forwards to Matty, "It's a 'Squirts Club' secret!" Matty says point blank to Diego, "Must've been some secret if it gave you a hardon," not wanting to pry, but doing so to provoke. "Philip I can tell, can't I?" "It's a secret, Diego." "Does playing with nips have to be a secret, Philip?" "Diego!!!" Philip and Aidan yell out. Chad and Matty laugh their asses off, Chad giving Matty a high five for making Diego tell. Suddenly Diego notices what he did wrong. He frowns, then starts to whimper. Matty sees the cloudburst ready to unleash upon the happy sky. "Heeey, it's not that bad, Diego. We all say stuff we said we'd keep a secret by mistake." Matty reached over next to him and scooped Diego off of his stool. The rains fall. "I give." "You give?" "Yeah. I give to Philip and Aidan." "What do you want to give." "Because I'm sorry." Aidan says, "It's what you do when you and Chad mess up, Matty. You always kiss on the lips and give." "We 'forgive'!" Chad spells out. "Oooooooh... we didn't hear the 'for'!" Aidan and Philip confess. Matty looks at Diego's red eyes and says to him, "See what dufouses these two guys are?" "What's a dofizz?" "Same as a dummy." "Matty?" "Yes, Diego?" "Does all that messy hair hide your nips?" After giggling, Matty says, "I don't know let me look!" All the guys crack up as Matty pulls his tee shirt up so that his face looks down into it, his face as a whole, enveloped in the gap. "Hmm... I think I need a flashlight!" They all laugh out loud, as Chad picks up Matty's arm and opens the sleeve so that the kitchen light radiates through the opening. "That any better, Matty?" "Some, Chad. Oh yeah... there 'is' a lot of moss growing over my nips!" More laughter comes from the three gigglers. "Can I see, Matty?" "For a nickel." "I don't have a nickel, Matty." The dads return. "Daddy?" "Yes, son?" "Can I have a nickel?" "Oh boy!" Matty replies, looking to Chad. Aidan and Philip are in stitches. "Why, son?" "Matty says if I give him a nickel I can look at his nips!" % Sun's up and the world is looking like another nice fall day in West Richland. 'Hmm...' Karl Maarten says to himself. After spending the nightshift sitting on his ass, outside Ken'ichi Kitajima-Richard's door at West Richland Memorial Hospital, he senses his cock in motion. It's not necessary the twitch that signifies having to take a piss. Cracking open the door, he looks in on the Asian jock. Karl notices the curvature of Ken's spine, especially the lower curve. 'Man would I love to have my cock deep in that breakfast dish!' "Hey, bud!" "Huh?" Karl is suddenly surprised. "Is this Ken'ichi's room?" Karl, stands there, eyeing up Hiro. He himself is six feet tall. This guy looks to be a couple of inches taller, built like a powerhouse. But the image doesn't exactly add up to 'nice'; moderately long hair, full goatee, leather jacket, boots. "Yeah, this is his room and who are you?" 'Man', Karl thinks to himself, 'would love to fuck this hunk over. Provoke him the wrong way and take him for a ride over the hurdles'. "I'm his cousin, so get your punk ass outta the way, cop!" "No wait a minute there...." "Um, you gonna get your punk hand off my jacket before I have to break it, cop?" Karl had no choice, but to unhand Hiro Shigeta. He had to do something to rearrange the mass gathering in his pants. But Karl isn't the only one with some type of attraction. As Hiro enters the room, he looks back at Karl following him. 'Man would like to rule this pig!' Hiro thinks. "Yo, Ken'ichi." "He's sleeping and you're not supposed to wake him." Hiro turns, puts his hands on his hips and looks at the dark blond cop, staring him in the eyes. "That so? And what're you going to do about it if I wake him up, Mr. Tinbadge? I see you already got the hots for me!" "What tha?" Karl's hand goes right to his cock, as if he didn't already know! Hiro smiles, then dares to say, "Yeah, I saw your tent as soon as I started talking with you. Betcha thought you were going to take my ass, weren't you punk?" "You know I could have you arrested for assault, Shigeta?" "Yeah, I know that," Hiro gave a sniff. "But first you'd have to get the cuffs on me and before you did that, I'd have them on you!" "You're a mighty big talker, Shigeta." "Bet you're waiting for me to take a swing at you, huh Tinbadge?" "It's Officer Maarten, to you, Shigeta." "Yeah? It's 'Sir' to you, 'boy'!" "Hee heee.... go ahead and wake up that cousin of your's. I get off duty in fifteen. I'll be waiting for you to see who's who's boy!" Karl turned and walked out the door, closing it behind himself. 'Yeah, and after I take 'your' ass,' Karl thought, 'I'm coming back for your cousin's!' Hiro thought what a double bonus, coming to visit Ken'ichi! % "Who was that on the phone, Barry?" "Washakie. Get ready to let your fingers do the walking." "Oh no. I dreaded this moment." "C'mon Steve, it'll only take a few minutes if we both do the dialing." "Something I can help you with, guy?" Oooh, did Barry and Steve like 'that' offer! "Sure, Washakie called and asked if we would start up the chain calls to let parents know that school will not be in session on Monday, as planned." "And when will us teachers have to give up living in the lap of luxury?" "It's a day by day thing. Tuesday for now." Steve complains, "Maybe we should do teacher/parent conferences while we're at it." Alonzo gets a spark of an idea, "No, but we could do some promoting for the drama squad." "Drama squad?" Steve questions. "What name did you give the drama thing, Barry?" "Hee heee.. it was so long I think I forgot." "Hmm," I don't know about you Barry, Alonzo kids. "If we could come up with something real quick, then we could spread the word right now." Steve says, "Don't forget that anything new you have to run by Washakie." Barry, on the indignant side, says, "Forget Washakie. Just do it and explain later, but make sure Agnes is standing in the background!" "Huh?" Steve questions. "What's that supposed to mean?" "Oh, I forgot to tell you. Remember when I left you to make the announcements, Alonzo and you trusted me with coming up with a new name for the drama club?" "Yeah. What happened? Washakie give you a tough time?" "Yes and no. First I made the announcement and then he let me know that I had to run new ideas by him first." "Ooooh my," Steve groans. "Stepped over the man's head." "Yeah, but then I mentioned the Madrigal Buffet and he said no." "No?" Alonzo shouted. "Now wait, so I got upset over his attitude about Lennon and tradition, so walked out almost saying I resigned." "Oh shit! You should of told us, Barry!" Alonzo busts him. "I know, but with the fire and all I forgot. Anyway, not less than five minutes later I get called back to the office..." "Oh yeah, I heard Agnes paging you again," Steve says. "Yeah, I get back there and Agnes informs me that not only is the name cool, but the Madrigal Buffet is a go and Washakie has given me carte blanche!" Alonzo asks, "Um, does carte blanche mean like any money involved in the deal?" "Hmm, don't know." Steve puts in, "I would venture to guess that it means anything but money. Your best bet would be to do something about getting the king of fundraisers involved in your drama club." "I've heard about them Steve," Alonzo reports. "Who are these boys?" "Richie Manilow and Jason Sanchez," Steve informs the two. "Manilow, like in?" "Hee heee.... you're not going to believe it, but yeah. That kid's Barry Manilow's nephew!" The two men are off the wall with the news. "Barry, we've got to get Richie involved in the activity." "Um, Alonzo, before you go and get things reved up, just a word of caution. If you are thinking of getting Uncle Barry involved in any productions, forget it. The family wouldn't allow it!" Steve's words put a little downer on Alonzo's idea. "Oh well, at least the fundraising will be a good starter to raise money." "However," Steve goes on to say, "don't underestimate the other half of the fundraising team." Barry asks, "Who? Jason Sanchez?" "Yep. As in the Jason Sanchez whom is brother of Officer Riley Sanchez, president of the West Richland PBA." "Um, was that statement supposed to excite us, Steve?" "No, Alonzo, to excite you, you would have to be naked and in bed with Barry and me!" The three burst out laughing, setting up the atmosphere for many sexual overtones, undertones and other tones! "Phew! You guys are too much!" "Wait'll later, Alonzo." "Yeah, Steve and I have to do some 'initiation rites'." "Oh, didn't know they had such a thing, Barry." Steve adds, reading Barry's thoughts, "Oh yeah. When two guys are established in a relationship and third joins in, the third has to be introduced." "Never heard of it." Barry figured it would be good if Steve and he actually did plan some type of formal, but informal 'ambush' for Alonzo. Something to always remember the night by. So for now, he through Alonzo off the beaten path. "So, what name are we giving this drama club thing, Alonzo?" Right away Alonzo thought, 'him, smart guy throwing me for a loop here, while you and Steve make plans. Well, I'll make some of my own plans!' "Name? Um, I don't know. Got any ideas, Steve?" "I dunno. That long name you gave it, ain't gonna cut it." "Um, Steve, 'I' gave it that name," Barry tells him, sensing there may be some ego shame involved here. "Listen babe, good looks ya got, good sense of humor ya go... naming clubs, well ya can't got everything!" "Whew, Alonzo. Good thing Steve teaches science and 'not' english!" Alonzo and Barry ganged up on Steve with the laughter. "Nobody lubs me!" Steve replied, with a pouty look. "Well, getting back to the name game, we've got to give it something short and upbeat," Alonzo also points out. "Hey, you two ganging up on me?" Steve, still in his terrible english replies, "Ain't it the beauty of a threeway relationship?" "Okay, so that hifalutin name I gave it is too square," Barry admits. "Or Rectangulaire?" Steve suggests, coining Barry's phrase. "Where did you come from with that, Barry?" "I don't know, Alonzo. At the end of a speech, usually they say be there or be square, but I know that saying that is kind of corny, so I switched words." Steve says, "I think it would be a good name for the drama club." Barry cuts in, "I wasn't nominating it for the name, Steve. I was explaining it to Alonzo." "I think it might be our best bet, Barry." "You're kidding, Alonzo?" "No, not at all. I mean it would looks great on the tee shirts." "Tee shirts, Alonzo?" "Sure kids need something to help identify with the club and tee shirts and baseball caps are great, plus they promote the club." "Heeeeey, I wonder..." "Uh-oh... beware... Steve's coming up with an idea!" "Thanks Barry. I do come up with some good ideas now and then." "I hope this is one of the times it's a good one." "Barry, give Steve a chance." "Okay Steve. I'm giving you thirty seconds." "Thanks loads, Barry." "Loads?" "Barry, get back on track. You timing me?" "Yup... 29, 28, 27, 26..." "Maybe Jade's girlfriend will draw up up a pattern for the..." "Time's up Steve!" Hurriedly, Steve fits in, "teeshirtsandbaseballcaps!" "Woops, overtime, Steve. Ya gotta pay the penalty." "And what would that penalty be, Barry?" "Why should I have to make up all the punishments. This is a threeway partnership now. Alonzo, you think up the punishment!" "Okay," Alonzo smiles, "I'll tell you tonight!" "No, tell me now," Steve pouts. "Nope. I read the same rules as you did," Alonzo holds up the imaginary rulebook, pointing out each line, "regarding third parties and it says that punishments are only supposed to be dealt out at the end of the day!" Alonzo closes 'the book'! "Hmm, how come you didn't inform me on that rule, Barry?" "It's a thick book, Steve." "So, are we calling this 'Rectangular'?" "Laire... R-E-C-T-A-N-G-U-L-A-I-R-E... Rectangulaire." "Hmm," Steve ribs Barry, "what spelling book did you learn from?" "The Joy of Gay Spelling!" % "Sorry I had to cancel last night Riley." "No problem, Jacq. I know about family matters and sometimes thing go wacky and you get tied down to changing plans." "Good that you are off today. Um, Sean should be down in a moment. How do you like your coffee?" "Cloudy, no sugar." Jacq brought a mug and a carton lowfat milk over to the table where Riley Sanchez sat. "Sorry, we only drink lowfat." "Not a problem Jacq. I tend to cheat now and then, so where I can save on the fat, is great." "Good morning, Riley!" Riley stood to shake Sean's hand. Hitting the table, it spilled his coffee. "Oh dammit! Sorry about that." "That's why God made paper towels!" Sean says. "At least that's what my dad says." "I'd like to meet him sometime, Sean." Jacq noticed how the thirty-year old police officer's eyes were all over Sean. He wasn't worried. Like himself, he knew that to be the reaction of an older guy, fussing over a nineteen year old jock. "Now I can offer my hand without worrying about knocking the table over." "Oh, but friends are greeted with hugs, Riley." Jacq smiled at Sean making one of his own 'moves'. It would make for good ribbing later! "Sean, have you heard about Ken yet this morning?" "No, not yet Jacq. His cousin Hiro Shigeta is supposed to be visiting him sometime this morning. Ken hopes Hiro will want him to go live with him." "Oh, Sean, run your story by Riley and see what he thinks." "I didn't really want to say anything until I got the go ahead from Ken, Jacq." "Hey," Riley offers, "You can ask my opinion, off the record. It's not a problem." "I don't know how you can do that, Riley." "Easy. I just sit here like this, get comfortable, pick up my coffee, take a sip and voila! I'm ready!" Jacq and Sean laughed at his nonchalant attitude. "Well, since you're not in uniform, Riley, I suppose that does make it more relaxed." Sean actually thought Riley looked very macho in his brown flannel shirt, black denims and hiking boots. Taking a tall glass of OJ, he sat down at the table. Jacq still stirred the bacon in the frying pan. "You see, Ken filled me in on what happened to him. For years he's had this pitiful relationship with his parents. Neither of them are his real parents." "I see." "Um, I thought this was off the record, Riley." "It is, Sean, but I think it would help if I took some notes anyway." "Yeah, I guess it wouldn't hurt." So, like Ken had filled Sean in, Sean spills the details of the family life, leaving out the bdsm part and then exposing Ken's stepdad as what he thinks is a homophobic state of being. At least where Ken is concerned. "Well, that's quite a story, Sean. Do you think Ken might be interested in pressing charges?" "I don't know Riley. I don't think there's much love lost, as far as his relationship with his parents goes. His main concern is that he has someplace to go." Jacq offers, "Sean, I know this sounds out of the ordinary, especially where you say that you dumped Ken for me..." "Is that what happened?" Riley asks. Coming over by Sean, Jacq puts his hands on Sean's shoulders, bends over and kisses him on the head. "Sean, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to say that." "It's okay Jacq. I know you didn't." Riley smiles at the tenderness bestowed and returned affection. "Sean, all I wanted to say is if Ken doesn't have a place to go to, we have an extra room." "That would be okay, Jacq?" "Sure Sean. I wouldn't offer it if I didn't think it of as that way." "Well, to ease the matter, Ken and I went over the relationship thing and we're still friends. He wishes me well where you're concerned, Jacq." "That's very understanding of him, Sean." "Anything else I should know?" "Nope. Don't think so, Riley," Sean reports. So, the three have their delicious breakfast then go out for a walk. % What a beautiful day in the neighborhood! 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.