Date: Sat, 16 Apr 2005 11:00:54 -0400 (EDT) From: T Chase Subject: Nature Walk 30 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" 30 (M/t oral 'the Squirts') wriTten by T. Chase McPhee % "Frankie?" "Hi Philip." "Dad, what's Frankie doing here?" "Philip, Frankie is going to be staying here with us temporarily." "Cool! Hey guys, look it's Frankie from school!" Philip calls out, his arm around his buddy's shoulder. "Want a Gatorade?" "Sure. I'll have an orange." "Boy are you lucky, Frankie. There's only one left!" Steve leans into Barry, "I wonder if he already knew that?" "Nah. I'm sure it's a complete coincidence, Steve," Barry says with sarcasm. Alonzo had already invited Callan into the kitchen. With Frankie in the hands of the hedgehogs, it enabled the two dads to talk freely. "So, what do you think Barry?" "I'm not sure. Possibly the initiation is off for tonight?" "You don't sound hurt." "Hey, big brute, I got you... what do I need another sexpot for!" "Wait! Is this there some other guy in the room besides us, Barry?" "You know, Steve, it's comments like that that tends to bring out the animal in me!" "Mmmmmm... I think I'll let the lion out in the yard to play!" Steve makes some snarling sounds, as that of a hungry bobcat. "I wonder what Alonzo is feeling?" "From my point of view, Barry, looks like Callan's bringing the animal instinct out of his shell." "Yeah, hee hee... we haven't really seen Alonzo in action, have we?" Steve reflects, "Not except for that short jerk off interlude." Barry adds, "If we had gotten to know Alonzo some more, I tend to think that I'd feel something. What do you think, Steve?" "Um, Barry, you're talking like we're broken up from him or something." "Didn't you hear what Frankie said, Steve?" "Yeah, but I don't know if I believe all this heebie-jeebie stuff. Do you?" "Let's just say that after the way Alonzo is taken up with Callan that the writing is on the wall." "I beg to differ, Barry." "On your knees, Steve!" The two giggle. "Barry, you're forgetting one important ingredient." "Are we back to the joy of gay cooking, Steve?" "Only in bed, remember?" After they chuckle, Steve adds the one sure ingredient in Alonzo's life, "What about Diego?" "I'm not so sure that Diego will 'not' like having another dad." "True. He did hint at his dad hitching up with Jade." "Yes, Steve. At the time I don't think Diego made the connection with his dad being gay, but at the same time, had these thoughts running around in his mind that it would be nice to have a dad that had a 'dad partner'." "Yeah, you're right. It did seem to excite the living daylights out of the kid! But what about the three kids being together?" "Four?" "Man, you're really sold on this heebie-jeebie stuff, aren't you?" "Look, Steve. Except for his older brother, whom has untold disabilities, the kid doesn't have a sole in the world. Would you rather he winds up in Lewis foster care?" "Hell, no!" Steve says, indignantly. "Then let's play it by ear and see what happens, that is..." "What?" "I'm leaving the most important thing out." "What's that, Barry?" "This is not solely my decision, Steve. I want to hear it from you that on a temporary basis, it's alright for Frankie to stay with us." "You know what the answer is, babe." The two hug. "Better yet, can I have it in writing?" "Sure. I'll add it to the book of rules, after I get it back from Alonzo!" % "Frankie, is it true you can tell the future?" Aidan asks. "Sometimes." Chad and Matty sat there with the four young boys. They keyed into every angle of the conversation, making sure it detoured around the facts surrounding Frankie's ordeal. Diego asks, "Can you tell me what Santa Claus is bringing me for Christmas, Frankie?" "Nope." "How come?" "Because I don't know stuff like that Diego." "Well, thanks anyway." "How come, Diego?" "How come what?" "How come you're thanking me and you didn't find out your presents?" "Because my dad says I should say thanks, even if somebody tells me an answer, but it's not the answer to what they asked." Matty says, "It's called courtesy." "What's that?" Frankie inquires. "It means that you're being a nice guy." "I see. Okay, thanks for being a nice guy Diego." "You're welcome, Frankie." Diego didn't know why, but he began thinking about some of the stuff Matty spoke to them all about 'the guy walking by, while eating his peanut butter'n'jelly sandwich'. This guy Frankie looked like one of them 'looker' guys. He wasn't sure, so decided to find out. "Frankie?" "Huh?" "Are you a looker?" Matty slapped Chad's thigh so hard it hurt. Of course he didn't perform it with malicious intent. More as an act of drawing attention to the absurd fact of previous conversational matters with the squirts. "What's a looker?" "Matty, what is a looker again?" Aidan jumps up from lying in front of the TV, Philip following with interest. "A looker is a good looking guy, Frankie. Diego thinks your good looking." "I do not!" Diego says, out of embarrassment. "You don't think I'm good looking?" Frankie inquires. "No, you're a looker Frankie. I didn't think it." "Oh. Okay," Frankie not totally sure of what Diego tried to communicate. Not that any visions came in loud and clear, but looking to Diego, he liked the soft, warm, friendliness that abounded in his character. Chad whispers in Matty's ear, "Diego's learning fast how to get himself out of a jam!" Frankie turns to Chad, "He sure is!" Then smiles at him. "You little weasel! See that Matty? The little weasel was honing in on 'our' conversation!" Chad, in a jovial manner, gets up and goes after Frankie, tickling him. Aidan and Philip dig in, but going for Chad's ribs. They love listening to Chad laugh like a girl, a put-on since Philip was a wee lad. "Help, Matty!" "You fight your own battles, Chad!" Of course Matty sits there on the sofa, watching the four tickle torture Chad. His shirt is already up to his neck and eight hands are playing up his ribs. Philip gets the idea to play with the spots on his pecs. "Hey! Watch the nips!" Matty interferes, saying, "Um, Philip, what did Jacq say about touching other people's bodies?" "We're tickling Chad, Matty." "Pulling on a guy's nips is 'not' tickling. Now come away from the other boys and sit here." "Okay. Sorry I pulled on your nips, Chad," Philip says, standing and then sitting in the 'bad' spot on the sofa, next to Matty. Putting his arm around Philip, Matty and he had a 'father-son' chat. "See, Philip, this is what Jacq was driving at when he gave us all that 'nip' lecture." "I know Matty. But I got overcome with looking at Chad's nips." An outburst of 'girlie' laughter interrupted them temporarily. "Philip, there's times when all of us have those instances when we feel like we're going to be 'overcome'. When that happens we have to restrain ourselves." "Huh?" "Okay, so here's the deal, Philip. Hey, both of us know what a hot bod Chad has, right?" "Yeah... hee heeeee... as Chad got older, it got hotter!" They got their giggles. Matty continues, "Okay, so Aidan fished Chad's shirt up to his chin and you looked straight at your brother's bod. What was the first thing you picked up on?" "Actchilly the whole thing. I thing I like that stripe that goes down a guy's belly." "His trail." "Yeah. I like Chad's trail. I like any guy's trail." "They can be sexy. So, that's the first thing you spotted then, Philip?" "Yup. I wanted to touch it, but didn't." "Because?" "I know I'm not supposed to, but when I saw Chad's nips, I couldn't help myself." "And why didn't you keep from doing that?" "I dunno. Maybe because what Jock said made me want to do that even more." "Jacq also talked about my balls. You didn't go after them." "Geez, Matty. Can I?" "Bite your tongue, Philip!" Philip holds his tongue in between his teeth. "Stop it, Squirt!" "Okay, so I knows I wasn't s'posed to so do that to Chad." "Yes and next time think of that. A little tickling around the ribs is innocent, but the sensitive areas are off limits." "Okay Matty." At that point the tickling fun ended. Diego, Frankie and Aidan lay out on the rug, breathing heavily, as did Chad. "Philip, did Matty get done talking to you yet?" "Yup. He remin'ed me what Jock said about touching peoples when their sentsative. Sorry I pinched your nips, Chad." "Next time try to hold back, Squirt." "I will Chad." Frankie wondered if Diego had sensitive nips. He wondered what Diego's body looked like. Like he had ulterior thougts about other people, like Callan and Diego's dad, he didn't have a clue to the state of his friendship with the nine year old. "Everybody get washed up for dinn-dinn... Pizza!" Barry and Steve made the roundup for the pizza party in the kitchen. "Cool! Pizza! Want another Gatorade, Frankie?" Barry and Steve waited for which flavor! * "Comfortable Mike?" "Sure, Dr. Roberts." "What about you other boys?" "I'm okay, Uncle Gary." "Me too, Uncle," Noah replies. Gary gives Noah a look, saying, "Plain ole Gary will be fine, Noah." "Okay plain ole Gary." "Never mind, but the same to you, Mike. You can call me Gary when we're not at the hospital." "And you can call me Mike." "It's going to be kind of confusing around here with two Mikes." Officer Mike, pushing the issue a bit too much says, "Why don't you call me 'dad'?" Mike Finnegan replies, "I don't think I can do that. Besides, you're not at all like my dad was, Mike. You're a nice guy." Dr. Roberts could attest to Mike Finnegan's preferences. He has a harddrive full of testimony to Mike's harsh family life. One thing he wasn't sure of is Mike's sexuality. Either he's straight or hiding his bi-homosexuality in a tightly guarded mode of secrecy. "I have an idea." "Let's hear it, Mike?" "Well, my middle name is Patrick. I like the name a lot and always thought that it was switched the other way around." "Patrick, huh?" Mike, the cop, reacts. "Yup. A good Irish name. Michael Patrick Finnegan." "I'd say so at that, 'Patrick'!" "You can even call me Pat if you want. Whichever comes natural, Mike." "What do you think, Dr. Roberts?" Mike asks his lover. "Whatever Patrick.... I mean whatever Mike wishes." "I'd like it if you would call me Pat or Patrick. Maybe save the 'Patrick' for when you get mad at me!" Laughter broke out, Mike and Gary cautioning him that they hoped they wouldn't have to utilize the long form of the name too often! "Well, Pat... Zach... Noah... what would you all like for dinner? I don't feel like fussing," Gary asks. However, it's Mike whom makes the decisive matter easy, "Pizza and beer, of course. What else do jocks eat?" Gary asks, "You're not hungry, Mike?" For now the three jocks stayed their ground. Most likely in a few days they would be like a 'household word' and feel more comfortable ribbing Mike. Patrick already felt real comfortable with the two. He already acquired a friendship with Gary, from their psychoanalysis sessions at the hospital. Mike had been in and out during his hospital stay and he thought the guy easy going. Also a target for wiseass remarks! Zach and Noah already focused their attention on the purpose of 'fate' in two people's lives. As they readied themselves for the pizza feast, the two began placing things into perspective already. "Y'know Noah?" "What?" "This sounds really wickedly strange, but I'm glad your 4x4 broadsided me!" "Hey, Zach, they don't call it a Dodge 'ram' for no reason!" Even the eavesdroppers got a charge out of that joke from Noah. Gary kids, "Just what we need... another jokester around here!" "I'm trying to give Mike some competition!" Noah reports, looking over at the thirty-seven year old cop. Lovingly, Mike shoots back with, "You've accomplished that already, Noah." "Oh? Enlighten me, Mike?" "Another good looking Roberts man in the house?" Noah, Patrick and Zach got their first view of the emotional bond between Mike and Gary, when their bodies came together for a short hug and peck on the lips. Noah comes out with, "You know what Confucious says about actions between two men?" Mike and Gary turn their heads in the jock's direction. "I'll probably live to regret this, but what Noah?" In his best Chinese accent, he replies, "Man who lay man on hill, not on level!" Mike, truly out of ad libbing, counters the joke, "Yeah and I'll be the one faced down, with my head leaning downhill, my zipper wide open!" Noah holds his hand out for Mike to slap'm five. Patrick asks, "Is that solid fatherly advice, Mike?" "Good one, Patrick!" Noah gets five from him, as well. Even though the moment seems to follow a jovial pattern, it still baffles Gary to the degree of Patrick's sexuality. Seemingly straight, he comes out with comments that confuse the issue. "Patrick, my fatherly advice from hear on in," a serious moment comes upon the atmosphere, "is for you to find that we can be fathers that love you and tend to keep your ass out of trouble." Zach pats Patrick on the shoulder, lingering, then saying, "I'd say you're getting a good deal here, Patrick. Man, I wish I had a dad like you're getting bestowed upon. Lucky man!" Saved by the bell! "I'll get it!" Zach offers, going for the front door. "Nonsense, Zach." It becomes a race to the finish as Uncle Gary and Zach dash for the finish line, reaching for their wallets! % "Dad, how come Jade isn't cooking dinner?" "Um, that's because Jade has a date, Philip." "Is it with that lady she was talking about?" "I don't know," his dad replies. "Dad?" "Yes, Aidan?" Diego asks, "Dad, is Jade and 'her girl' going to be like you and dad-Callan?" All eyes in the room shift towards Alonzo and Callan. Nobody could prove to be more surprised than Callan. Of course, it had run through the twenty-three year old's mind more than once of how cute a little boy Diego is. He could already see the tight bond between Alonzo and the child. So, Alonzo let the 'slip' go right over his head in his reply, "I'm not sure Diego. For us to find out, the best thing to do is go to the source." "What's a sorse?" Callan, still a slight Irish twang to his voice, enhancing the heretical brogue, replies, "It's like a horse of course!" After a few giggles, Philip asks "A horse of corse?" "Sure!" Acting upbeat and towards the childlike sense of humor, Callan replies, "If ya want to know something, you have to go to the horse's mouth!" Diego asks Callan, "How is a horse's mouth going to tell me about Jade?" "You go right up to that horse," Callan, even though he's already 6'1, looks up, shaking his finger at the imaginary horse, asks, "Horse? Is that girl going to be Jade's girlfriend?" Giggling some more, the boys and even the humored jocks and more senior members inquire. "And what does he say?" Diego asks Callan. "I don't know. Horses don't know english!" Callan replies, laughing. "Oh baloney!" Diego says, his hand shooing the notion away, his hand cocked at the wrist. Then out of the blue, Frankie replies, "That girl is going to be Jade's girlfriend." Philip's eyes blink noticably, out of surprise. He then says, "Holy cow! Frankie spoke the future!" Not only are the boys in awe, but also the others. Steve asks, "Um, Frankie, you know anything about the stock exchange?" Busting Steve, Barry replies, "Don't answer that Frankie. Steve, you'll have us all in prison for inside trading!" "Yeah, be just our luck, Barry, to get separate cells!" At least, for the time being, the attention Frankie had, got thrown off course. Not for the 'Squirt Club' though. They still had a curiosity as big as watermelon and growing! "Heeellllooooooooooooooo!" "Aunt Bernice!" Aidan calls out. "Oh wow!" Philip exclaims, "They got some Zebra Ice Cream!" "Zebra what?" Frankie asks. "Ya gotta try this Frankie!" Philip calls out. Bernice replies, "Matty, get some hachets and chop this up for the younguns!" "No problem, mom." "So," the proverbial manner for a conversation startup is stated, "to what do we have the pleasure of your company, Bernice and Alberto?" "Oh nothing much, Stevie," Bernice replies. Alberto adds, "We haven't seen much of the boys and thought we'd drop by. Looks like the family has grown." "Oh yeah, I forgot my manners," Aidan addresses the two guests, "Jade says we gotta get more manners, like Diego. Remember Philip?" "I remember Aidan." Right now, Alonzo is the 'dad on top', with the courtesy quip. "Let me do this," Philip volunteers. "Okay pal," Aidan paves the way, his arm over his bud's shoulder. "Bernice and Alberto, this is our new brother, Frankie." "New brother?" Alberto questions, shaking the kid's hand and looking up to Barry and Steve. But Bernice, moves in for a big bear hug. "Wow, lady, you sure know how to hug a kid! I couldn't almost breate!" Philip says, "Yeah and she sure is cushy, isn't she, Frankie?" "Yeah and she's real warm, too!" By this time Bernice was as purple as a plum! Aidan asks, "Aunt Bernice, will you show Diego and Frankie how you eat like a pig?" Matty throws his hands up, "Oh shiiiooot! Don't encourage her, Aidan!" "Ooooh, Matty was gonna say a bad word, daddy!" Diego sits on a counter stool between Alonzo and Callan, licking up the vanilla ice cream from his spoon. Callan says to the lad, "Good thing he stopped in time, right Diego?" "Yeah, dad-Callan. I guess I'm teachin' him something!" Looking towards each other, Alonzo and Callan smile at each other. Both reasons apply! "Hey look guys..." Philip makes an astounding discovery, "Diego isn't eating his zebra stripes!" "Sorry, Alberto, but I don't like the stripes." "Hmm... maybe I'll have to make a cherry zebra next time, too!" Well, that threw the whole 'Squirt Club' into a frenzy. It caused such a hullabaloo with the fours boys and Alberto, putting in for dozens of flavors, making a transformation in that poor zebra. Callan inputs, "Alberto, that zebra is going to resemble a gay flag!" "I think if the squirts want a gay zebra, they should learn how to put it together," Chad introduces the notion. "Can we Alberto? Pleeeeeeeaaaase?" Philip leads the enclave of squirts in hands folded and pleading to be a part of making the 'Rainbow Zebra'. "Daddy?" "Yes, Diego?" "What is a gay flag?" "It's like a red, white and blue flag, except instead of stars and stripes, there are different colors." Callan adds to Alonzo's description, "And just like the stars and stripes have meaning, so does each color." The other boys become curious. "What does the red mean?" Philip asks. Aidan jumps in with, "Green is my favorite color. What does green mean?" "It's your ballgame," Alonzo says to Callan, smiling. "Well, in order of each color on the flag, red means life, orange - healing, yellow - sun, green - nature," Callan looks towards Aidan, then continues, "blue, which is 'royal' blue - harmony and violet means spirit." "Wow!" Aidan replies, "how do you remember all that dad-Callan?" Callan supplies a tidbit to the other dads, "It's nice to feel wanted!" Shrugging his shoulders, he continues, "People learn things by understanding them. Life is what, Philip?" "Um, having fun?" He replies. Frankie adds, "It's living and not being dead." Diego pats Frankie's back, saying, "Don't worry. My daddy's gonna take care of us." Alonzo looks to Barry, whom mouths back to Alonzo, 'Who knows?' They communicate a smile. "Um, healing is what?" So, they go through all the aspects of the colors; healing: being well, sun: it shines in the sky, spreading heat and happiness, nature: everything around us, harmony: living friendly, spirit: a tougher one that everyone agrees to a feeling of peace of mind, taken from a higher power, which 'opens a can worms' with the kids. "Dad, can we try out that Sunday school Aunt Bernice told us about at her church?" Philip asks. "You can try it, if you would like," Barry asks. Diego asks, "Will you come with me, daddy?" "Sure I will. Aren't I always there for you, son?" "Yup." That provoked a father and son hug. "Thanks daddy." "For what?" "For giving me your love." Callan fluffs Diego's dark, shaggy mane. "Good evening everyone!" In through the back door, another disturbance in the force stirs up the kitchen crowd. "Hey daddy.... that lady looks like dad-Callan!" Sure enough, Jade walks in, trailed by a blonde woman, in the likeness of Callan. "Catherine?" "Callan?" No two are more surprised, than the O'Meara twins! % "Ken, this is my brother Estefan." "Yeah, we've met." "Oh," Is Riley's single comment. "Don't worry big brother. We didn't do anything!" Estefan says to Riley, shaking Ken's hand. "Is Jason home?" "He's over at a friend's house." "Call him and tell him to get his tail home, now." Ken noticed the 'fatherly' attitude Riley adhered to. He even picked up on possible 'dominance' as part of the factor. "Yes, your honor," Estefan replied. "And don't get wise with me, Estefan." "Yeah, okay. Sorry bro." "Kind of tough on him, aren't you, Riley?" "Yeah, well that's the way I have to be with these guys," He replies to Ken. "Hey, I'm going to catch a shower. Make yourself at home, Ken." "Yeah. Okay. Thanks." Ken figures the safest place is to help himself to a glass of water or something else to drink. However, after a few minutes, his cock gets the best of him, wondering what Riley looks like under the police outfit. After finishing the water, he puts the glass in the sink, then waunders around. Soon he discovers the jon, bordering the hallway. From inside, the sounds of pounding water emanates. His hand moves towards the doorknob. Ken removes it, smiling to himself. 'Yeah right, I'm going to open the door for a glimpse of a thirty year old guy.' He turns to walk away, but the seven and half inch salami down his pants leg is telling him to make a u-turn. So Ken turns back towards the door. His hand settles onto the brass knob. Feeling up the warm handle, he gives it a turn. Then a brilliant plan unfolds. Knocking with one hand, he turns his hand with the other. "Excuse me, I've gotta go." >From behind a plastic curtain, a wet face appears, the strands of wet follicles streaming down the forehead. Riley wipes the hair away. "Need to shower, Ken?" "Um, no. Need to piss." "Oh, sorry. Okay." Riley ducks back into the shower. Ken unzips, but no way can his hard erection even think about shooting out that yellow stream. A bead of precum is about all that Ken can get out of the barrel. In the meantime, he's caught up in the rhythm of hands moving about in the shower, slapping water. Rather than prolong the agony, he states, "Riley?" "Yeah, Ken?" "Can I come in there with you?" "What?" The wet head appears from within. "Nothing. I mean can I come in the shower with you?" "No." Before he even packed the meat away, Ken had exited the steamy room. "Damn!" Riley said to himself. In reality, Riley had an inkling that he would like to spend some unclothed time with Ken, but he didn't want to rush things. Washing the rest of the soap from his body, he turned off the jet and grabbed a towel. Thinking and wiping became synonymous. He wished he hadn't put the option so bluntly. Riley hoped Ken didn't book. From the jon, to his bedroom, he dashed, thinking already which draw the sweatshirt and sweatpants were in. Bounding inside the bedroom door, he crashed into an object. "Ouch!" "Ooooh Ken, I'm sorry!" "No, I'm sorry." Ken repositioned himself, from sitting on his ass, on the floor, to standing. "Look, I didn't mean the nasty attitude, Ken." "Nah, it's my own fault, Riley." "Ken, look... When you came into the jon, well, my mind skipped about six beats and like a gay guy usually associates with another gay guy, well..." "You reacted." "Um... well yeah, but also um..." "You tried getting a 'handle' on things..." "Well, yeah and... um, tell ya the truth, I peeked while you pissed away." "You what?" Ken said faking an act that could nominate him an Emmy. "I knew you would think that. Hey, I'm not like that, Ken." "Tell you the truth Riley, I'm at loss to think of what you're getting at here." "What do you mean, Ken?" "First it seems you want me, then you don't want me, then you want me and now you're giving me the brush off, Riley." The two stood their ground. Ken finally walks up to Riley for a showdown. Within inches of each other Ken hits it home. "If all you're looking for is a young jock for a fuck buddy, then I'll leave right now." Riley, hands on hips, looking down at the floor, stubs his toe against the spot on the floor that's been unremovable since he couldn't remember when. "Well what's it going to be, Riley? I'm getting tired of being used by guys as a yo-yo." "Ken, I... all I wanted to do is make a friend. I have to admit that I felt so bad seeing you beaten up on the side of the road. I even tried to talk with Gary and Sean to get my mind off of it. Selfish thoughts, aren't they?" "Not if they are in the way of caring about somebody, Riley." "In the police business there's a lot of times for different feelings. Sometimes I feel like the guy has it coming to him. Other times I just don't know what justice should prevail. Then it comes down to what happens to guys like you, Ken. There's only one thing different than all the other instances and this one." "What makes this one so different?" "I felt more than plain sympathy." "And what's wrong with that, Riley?" "Don't you get it Ken? I like you... I like you a lot!" "So? Why don't you show it, Riley?" "Ken, in case you haven't noticed, I'm thirty years old." "And what difference would that make it, Riley? Why are you depriving yourself of someone you want because of your age?" "I wasn't sure how you would take it, Ken." "So, you're going to pass me by because I'm nineteen and because you're afraid to try something? Riley, have you ever tried a go at a relationship before?" "No, I haven't." "Isn't it time you've changed?" "The age thing doesn't make a difference to you?" "As long as you treat me as your equal and not a jock that..." "I'm not looking for a hit and run fuck buddy, Ken." "Then why don't you start proving to me what you're looking for and quit these games?" "Maybe because... I don't know how." Ken stands there for a moment. Perhaps it had been Riley whom felt pity for Ken along the roadside, his face in the leaves and his back bathed in red, but now the roles switched. Ken sensed all this man has missed out on simply because of 'not knowing how'?. "I sense that you're a lonely man, Riley." "I don't know." "Do you want to find out?" "I do if you want me, Ken." "But you will do me a courtesy, Riley?" "Whatever it is, Ken." "If this doesn't work out between us then you will be honest?" "I will be, Ken." Without further hesitation, nor words, Ken leaned forward, pressing his chest up against Riley's. He wondered what action of emotions Riley sensed at this moment. For Ken, the wide open space of his arms reached out for warmth and he felt good about this moment. Riley, mimiced Ken, placing his arms about the six foot jock and rubbing up and down his back, moving his cheek next to Ken's. "You smell nice, Riley." "You do too, Ken." "But I'm all sweaty." "I know. You smell so sweet, Ken." "Ahem! Excuse me." "What?" Estefan had his ear stuck to the remote phone. "Our little bro says he's not ready to come home." "So?" "Um, don't you want to um... like persuade him, Riley?" "Nah, you handle it. I'll be in my room, Estefan." Estefan's eyes bugged out in total surprise. Usually Riley, acting the part of the 'dad', would convince Jason to drop whatever he's doing and hightail it home. Turning away, Estefan told the phone, "Um, sure an hour's okay, Jason. Bye!" Estefan kept walking back to the other room, shaking his head, thinking, 'And it took a jock to tame the beast!'. % Wonders never cease.... 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.