Date: Fri, 22 Apr 2005 12:45:43 -0400 (EDT) From: T Chase Subject: Nature Walk 31 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" 31 (M/t oral anal spank 'squirts') wriTten by T. Chase McPhee % "Cute kid you have there, Alonzo." "Thanks Callan." "Um, thanks for bringing me home Alonzo. I had a great evening." "My pleasure, Callan. I wonder if Catherine got home yet?" "Um, Alonzo, if this... um, I mean... um..." Standing there in the hallway of Callan's apartment, the two tried being discreet, ever eyeing up and down the hallway. So far they achieved their goal. "I'd invite you in, but my sis and I have some rules we abide by." "I understand, Callan, but I don't think that had been the thoughts on you mind right now?" "Oh yeah. Well, Alonzo, as I was saying," Callan clears his throat, "I kind of like you and if this works out, maybe you and I could," clears his throat a second time, "never mind." Alonzo takes Callan's hand, not looking to see who's lurking. "I betcha Catherine and Jade are going to want to be together. What do you say about the three of us?" "Hee heee," Callan smiles and admits, "I guess you got me all figured out, huh?" "Well, being around the hospital, it could be possible that you've picked up a cold, Callan, but I think I can read it all too well in your eyes." "My eyes?" "Sure. When I look into them, I can see such warmth and wanting. Do you want to be with me, as much as I want to be with you?" "We've just met, Alonzo." "Oh," the temperament in the Latino falls ninety degrees. "But... but, yes. Don't get me wrong, Alonzo... oh what the hell... I'm going to invite you in." "Sure now? I wouldn't want any of your priviledges suspended on my behalf, Callan!" "I think I can take the heat." Once inside, the focus changes to the apartment. "Nice." "You're kidding me, Alonzo? I kind of feel sorry for Jade." "Oh. What your telling me then is that Catherine made this mess? What about this?" "Would you believe that Catherine likes wearing men's boxer briefs?" Callan tries explaining the pair of men's black boxer briefs hanging from Alonzo's index finger. "Hee hee... well I'd have to say 95% of this mess is her's." "Haa haa haa... only one way to find out if you're telling the truth, of course, Callan." "Oh? How's that go?" "Check out your lifestyle and see for myself what I would be getting into." "Like how would you do that, Alonzo?" "By like, 'seeing is believing'? Hey, I'd like to see you again, Callan." "Same here, Alonzo. Why don't you give me a call tomorrow." The two are still eyeing each other up. "Um, Alonzo, I don't think I can wait until tomorrow." Alonzo laughs. "What's so funny?" "Nothing, Callan. What's that grin for?" "To be real with you, Alonzo, all I could think about, as we drove crosstown, getting to my apartment, is to figure how to get you out of your clothes and make love to the hot man behind the wheel." Callan couldn't hold back any longer. He plastered Alonzo to the backside of the door, pressing his lips into him. Alonzo had the same intentions. He wanted Callan to the point that it hurt. His crotch hurt, bursting for release from his jeans. "Oh man, I've gotta have you, Callan." Such as lust is, their coats dropped right to the floor. Alonzo fumbled with the buttons on Callan's white shirt. So bad, that Callan tore is open, for convenience's sake. "Oh fuck, yeah!" Alonzo called out, moving his hands to the sides of that smooth body. Callan thought this scene would be better on the proper stage, so led him into his bedroom. All along on their stripping adventures, of doing each other, their feet progressed along towards the bedroom, Alonzo as the guide. By the time they tumbled into bed, both had been stripped to the buff. "Hmm... not bad for a bachelor." Not caring about neatness' sake, Callan continued peeling the Latino. Alonzo saw something he wanted, moving to position his tongue over the blond patch of hair midchest. This threw the twenty-three year old flat out on his back. Alonzo licked away, mashing their sausages together. "Oh man, Alonzo. you take the pennies. I want the quarters!" "Huh? What tha......" Quicker than Alonzo could think, Callan had him over on his back on the bed, his legs pinned up and over his shoulders, Callan's tongue licking under his balls. No complaints followed, from Alonzo, as he moaned in ecstasy. "Oh that feels so fucking good!" He yelled out, as Callan's mouth devoured one of his big balls, swirling it around like an olive in a martini glass. Big olive that is! Next thing Alonzo realizes is Callan's hands under his knees, pressing his thighs almost to his shoulders. His tongue outlines the circle of his puckerhole. Clenching the sheets in his hands, Alonzo shouts out, "Oh fuckin' yeah!" Callan, feeling more the role of the 'wild man', a beast who's instinct it is to only taste every morsel of the kill, bathes the fine hair of the cave opening. "Ooooooooh fuck!" Alonzo is worked up into a sweaty heat. Perspiration sweats his whole body. Placing his hands on his stomach, his hands gather up the slimy moisture, from navel to pecs. Linger above the pectoral nubs, he teases them with his fingers and thumbs. Then he spots it... from being, literally bent in half, his seven and a half inches of erect meat hangs over his chest, drooling into the hairy sweat. Quite the dominant, he commands, "My cock needs some attention, Callan." "Oooooh yeah... I'll say it does!" Alonzo has never been this ecstatic about anything, as his legs drop and Callan's talon tastes the tip of his cock head. Intensifying the emotional onset, Callan's hand strokes his shaft from base to top, squeezing the precum out, as his mouth sucks away at the slit. Same time, his hand is fondling the cummakers. As if something subliminal arises, Alonzo spots the well developed, smooth pecs of his aggressive bottom. A small patch of blond hair sits midchest, but his hands proceed to the small, pink nubs. Not intentional, but with force, he kneads them, twisting them. Right away, he senses the pleasure both feel. Callan's hand moves from Alonzo's balls, to his own pleasure stick. Taking the ooze, he extends it to Alonzo's lips, as if offering a complimentary taste of wine. Pursing his lips, Callan massages Alonzo's fucking tool, working the barrel up and down, occasionally popping off and licking or rolling his tight-clasped lips up and down the sides of the slick shaft. A couple of times he stops the cock pleasuring to lick the coarse pubes, wetting down every follicle. From Alonzo's pubes, he moves upwards, spotting that pearl in his navel. His tongue swabs the metal piercing, driveing Alonzo insane with pleaure. "Never licked a guy's navel... especially pierced." "Don't stop!" As Alonzo forced Callan's head, with two hands on his scalp, the tongue work continued. Callan began to find out that anyplace on Alonzo's body mesmerized him into a fit of awesome pleasure. For at least two hours he worked his tongue around the latino bod, pleasuring Alonzo's navel, nips, armpits, hitting his lips up, then licking the entire chest of hair, venturing down the trail, doing his pubic thing and lifting his thighs for some more ass pleasuring. Finally, Callan crashed next to Alonzo, where they held each other. Both, warmed by the sweat and heat of the two hour total oral workout, lay plastered to one another. Kissing briefly, they held each other's cock, stroking at will. As time passed, so did the desire, when their cut meat erupted, filling in the gaps between them and their quality time. % "Dad! Come quick! Frankie's having a bad dream!" Like a bat out of hell, Steve charged after Aidan towards his room. Stepping in between the two sleeping bags on the floor, Steve fell to his knees. "I tried to help dad-Steve," Diego reported. "It's okay... it's okay, Frankie," Steve consoled the crying boy, then patting Diego, "Thanks, Diego." "He wouldn't stop crying." Barry came running, entering the room in his robe, then draping Steve's robe over his naked body. "Thanks," Steve said in gratitude. "What's this about?" "Dad," Philip replies, "we're all sound sleepers and then we hear Frankie start crying." Barry knelt down, nudging Steve, which is meant to tell him to get up and cover his genitals, plus. He pulls Frankie up to standing position, then beckons the kid to sit with on the bottom bunk. "Frankie, do you know what this is about?" "I failed." "You failed?" "Yeah. Yesterday I told everybody my brother was going to be okay," Frankie told them, in a somber mood. "And?" Barry kind of guessed the answer, but realized it had to come from within the forseeing boy. "Bill's dead." "What happened?" Aidan said. Philip says, "You're supposed to tell the future and it didn't happen?" "It's not my fault!" Frankie screams back at them. "I didn't want this thing to tell the future!" Barry scolds them all, except little Diego, "Hey! C'mon you guys. Stop it right now!" Aidan and Philip gravitate towards dad-Steve, whom says, "Um, how about you guys come in the kitchen for some hot chocolate?" Diego, sitting next to Frankie, rubbing his back, replies, "Things are gonna be okay, Frankie. Want some hot chocolate?" "Okay." "C'mon," Diego probes onward, taking the ten year old by the hand, helping to elevate him from the mattress. "Steve, you take the kids to the kitchen. I'm going to try to find out something." "Why don't you try calling Jacq?" "Good idea, Steve." Barry went back to their bedroom and dialed from there. "What's wrong, dad?" Looking up, Chad stood in the doorway. He had on only a skimpy pair of briefs. Even soft, it presented quite a bulge! "Oh nothing much, Chad. Frankie had a nightmare. Go back to bed." "Is he alright?" "I'm not sure. The gang's down in the kitchen having some hot chocolate." "Somebody mention hot chocolaaaaaaaaaaaate!" Matty appeared, yawning in the middle of the brown word. "Frankie had a nightmare," Chad informed his lover. "Who you calling, Barry?" Before Barry could answer Matty, the other end picked up. Barry explained the whole scenario to Jacq, which also filled in the two jocks, on this end. After a few seconds, Barry hung up. "Right-o, Jacq," Barry's last words dictated. "So, what's up dad?" "Um," His mind couldn't help but become momentarily deflected to the two jocks, mainly Matty. Barry couldn't, morally take in the image of his son, but seemed rationally aware of Matty's physique. "Jacq thought it best he come over and talk with Frankie." "Hmm, that's nice of him," Matty says. "Very," Chad agrees. "So, I think if you intend to be seen, Chad... ahem! Maybe you better look a little more presentable?" "Oh. Hee hee... yeah. Nice isn't it?" His son replies. Matty intervenes, "A little gift for my lover for an anniversay present." "Anniversary?" "Yeah, would you believe it's a month already, dad?" "No way!" Barry replies, mouth agape. "Geesh, son. Time is passing so fast." "Yeah, dad and I don't know if I've said this, but I'm real happy for you and Steve." "Same here, for me, Barry," Matty replies. "Thanks guys. The feeling is mutual and I know Steve feels the same about you two, like I do." "Thanks, 'dad-Barry-in-law'," Matty replies, smiling. "I thing I heard the bell, dad." "Well, Chad, if you're going to make your presence known, I suggest changing that string wrapped around your dick!" Laughing their asses off, Matty and Chad headed off on their way. Barry quickly ditched the robe and slid into sweats. He met Steve halfway, coming up the wrought iron, circular stairway. "Oh, that's what I had in mind," pertaining to Barry in apparel other than a terry robe. "I'll take you anytime in the robe, Steve." "On the contrary, babe, I'll take you in your birthday suit!" "Oh, you're so sweet, my love," at which time Barry planted a kiss on Steve's lips, with Matty'n'Chad's remembrance of a month together on his mind. "You better get down to the kitchen. Not that Sean couldn't handle the kids while Jacq chats with Frankie." "Did Jacq say anything about Bill Wade?" "Nothing. Either he isn't saying anything or he ain't." "Thanks for straightening me out there, Steve." "Oh! Oh yeah! Hee heee... I just got what I just said." "Happens when you're half asleep." "Half asleep? Oh no. I'm wide awake, Barry." "Hmmmm... me too." "I better pack this body into some clothes." "Yeah..." Passing, body against body on the one man stairway, afforded them another quick kiss. % "Haaa ha ha ha haaa... told you I'd be pounding your cherry ass, Hiro!" "Oooooh fuck, man... take it easy!" "Take it easy? Wait until I really start pumping iron!" Hiro's mistake had been first, having too many beers. Karl had the same amount and probably felt just as plastered. Secondly, Hiro began telling yarns about his 'jock slave parties'. One such tale, he explained to Karl how he had stripped a nineteen year old down to the buff and had the jock lie over the table. With a leather cuff around each wrist, one had been chained to the right corner, the left wrist to the left corner of the table, above his head. Then he applied the same principle to each ankle, affixing each cuff to a table leg. Karl mastered the position in no time. After cuffing Hiro's wrists and securing them to the table, in the exact manner as the Asian explained, it became no hassle to reach under his belly, unbuckle the leather belt, unsnap the leather-textured pants and then peel them from his ass. There wasn't any undergarment to contend with. In the drunken stupor, the beer had reduced Hiro to an easily bound fuck hostage. Buckling a cuff around each of Hiro's ankles and then chaining them to each leg presented no problem. Hiro, when he sensed a 'no way out' situation, at least played it smart to resign to his demise. However, when Karl asked where the motor oil was, he realized where the lube was coming from. Better to use the thick stuff and new, than that dirty black stuff. Karl, picked out the heavy duty can, poked a hole in each end of the can. Right over the dirty white pavement, let it trickle over his fingers. "Oh man is this tight!" He gasped, trying to work one finger in. Still resigning to his position and now the aspect of going to have his cherry taken, Hiro pleaded, "Just take it easy, Karl." "Let's try Master Karl?" "Fuck that! Akkkkkkkk! Ooooh...oooooh!" "Haa ha ha ha haaa... I wonder if your jock took a spanking as hard as that!" "Just fuckin' hurry and get it over with... akkkkkkkkkkkkk!" "Such manners for a bottom boy... tsk..tsk...tsk..." Karl replied, looking for some magic words, while using his flat hand against the Asian's ass as leverage. "I swear, Karl...Akkkkkkkkkk! Akkkkkkkkk! Ohhh fuck!" "Hee hee hee hee heeee... oh my! What a red ass!" After Karl slapped Hiro's asscheeks, one at a time, he ran his hand over the angry, red mounds. Then he stood back to gaze upon that ass, with the thick, black hair decorating the crevice. Suddenly, it dawned on Karl that he wanted more than his cock in their. Grabbing a rag, he positioned it over his right, index finger. 'Sorry!', Karl said, more to himself, feeling a reprise tinge of laughter. Sticking - no, sliding the clothed finger into Hiro's ass crack, penetrating the Asian's hole about a half inch, he turned it, as if cleaning out a carburator. "Ooooooooh shit! What the fuck are you doing back there!" "Um, cleaning the engine?" Hiro thought to himself, 'if I ever get my - no! 'when' I get my hands on him - no when I get 'my' cock in 'his' ass...' But then something magical happened, as if Hiro had somehow wished for it, like a wish before blowing out the candles on a birthday cake. "What the fuck you doing, Karl?" Yeah, what the fuck was Karl doing anyway. Here he had Hiro, cuffed and chained eagle-spread over the table, totally taut and unable to move a thing, except his head a little and his cock, if it decided to get erect. His ass all positioned to accept Karl's fucking tool . Now, Hiro's ankles came unloosened from the table legs. It hurt when the stretched out angle, as if an upside down 'V' had become alined as an 'I'. Soon Karl stood almost faced to face with Hiro, as he unhooked the loop in the chain from the restrained right wrist. "Are you insane?" "Nope. Yeah, well maybe a little... hee heee..." "No," Hiro said, almost apologetically, "you're not! I am! Here you had me all in place to fuck my brains out and you're now setting me free?" "Yup." "Now you know I'm gonna throw your ass on the table and fuck the living daylights out of you, Karl?" "Yup." When the last cuff was removed, strenuously Hiro stood up on his barefeet. His back ached a little, but it didn't seem to be number one priority at this moment. Looking directly in front of him, the table as a barrier between, the two stare at each other. "Ready to get your ass raped, Karl?" Then to totally shock Hiro out of his gourd, Karl hops up on the table. He lays down on his back, improvising his own bondage position. He even begins to 'narrate' how things are going to go. "I'll lay with my head over the edge, so that you can fuck my throat better... you know, grease up the barrel for when you ram it up my ass... and look! I can stretch my arms out to the corners of the table so that you're able to cuff and chain them down. And oh, I don't suppose that bar you have suspended from the ceiling could be utilized to chain up my cuffed ankles to... y'know, to make access to my ass easier for you?" "Why?" "Oh and one more thing, I don't know exactly how you're gonna do it - figure you're smart enough... um, Master Hiro, but.... oh! I've got it! Just turn around, that is after you've got your cock sucked enough and I'll rim your ass." "Hmm," Hiro stands there, still not believing all that's unfolding before him, "Sure you didn't leave anything out now, Karl?" "Oh yeah, if you get sore hands easily, use a belt on my ass... or chest, back... anywhere that it'll turn you on." "Excuse me a minute. I'll be right back." Hiro goes over to a draw, opens it and takes out a pair of rubber-tipped nipclamps. Reporting back, he holds the open jaws over his own nips, then let's go. "Akkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkoooooooohshiiiiiiiiiiiiit!" Quickly, he opens the jaws. "Why the fuck did you do that?" "I wanted to make sure I was awake and not dreaming!" Karl began laughing out loud. Hiro saw the humor in it himself. "Don't suppose you're used to taking pain, huh?" "You kidding, Karl? Stubbed my toe last summer and I was a crying mess!" "Well don't hit your cock on the table when you go to stuff it in my ass." "Not until you tell me something." Hiro tosses the nipclamps, making them land on Karl's abs. "What?" Hiro leans against a work counter, while Karl clasps his hands behind his neck, like a beginning situp. His legs dangle over the edge of the table. "How come you let me loose when you know I would come at you?" "Mixed feelings?" "You gotta do better than that!" "It's the truth. Only I didn't realize it until I had you all chained down and your hole prepped. Yeah, I was all ready to stuff your ass with my shaft, but then... and this is the honest to God truth, Hiro... I looked at your hairy ass and instead of yearning to have my cock in there, I wanted to tongue it." "Get outta town!" "Yeah, it's true!" Karl repositions himself, doing a complete situp, sitting now on the table edge. "So now you want me to whip your ass and then fuck your holes?" "I don't know," he resigns to saying, head down, staring at the dirty floor. It's Karl's turn to be surprised, as Hiro's chest slaps up against his own. The right arm reaches quickly between his own arm and body, then a hand up his back, takes hold of his hair. After cocking his head back, Hiro smashes his face into Karl's, planting his lips. Hiro's left arm joins the right and takes his bottom boy into a full body embrace. Karl joins in on the ravaging. % "Well, what's cooking?" Steve asks. "I think we have everything straightened out here with Frankie." Steve and Barry knew it to be good news, when not only Jacq's voice spoke in an upbeat manner, but four boys had smiles on their faces, the hot chocolate moustaches announcing their gladness. Sean's no different. "Um, Sean?" "Yeah, dad?" With a little choke, his dad points out his upper lip, needing to be wiped. Smiling, Sean says, "Thanks, dad." Barry interjects, "So, what about Frankie's brother?" "Seems that Bill did go into cardiac arrest. They thought he was a goner, but leave it to Dr. Scalia." "Oh?" "Yes, when all the difibulators...difrillabrators... oh whatever the heck that thing is called, failed, Dr. Scalia tried the ole lip to lip method." "You're kidding? It worked?" "Like a charm. Bill's lungs began filling up and...." Aidan asks, "You mean Bill started breathing 'her' air? How gross!" Sean says, "Hey, I wouldn't care if I breathed the air from a pig, as long as I could breathe!" "Oooooh gross, Sean!" The boys went overboard with 'gross'ness, over Sean's well meaning. "Okay, so maybe a dog, then!" "Jock?" "Yes, Philip?" "Why did Frankie get that message and then not the other one?" "I'm not sure. This is not my field, but tell you what, Frankie. I'm going to find a professional that can help you with this. If you're going to have to deal with this for your whole life, I think you should know how to handle it." "Really, Jock? You can find somebody to help me?" "Yes, but before anybody sets foot in this house, I'm going to have him checked out thoroughly." "That's true," Sean replies to the authenticity quip, "we don't want any ripoff artists." Barry and Steve agree. Barry says, "Why don't you talk to Dr. Roberts about this, Jacq. Maybe he has a contact for you." "Good idea. I'll phone him in the morning." "Um, it 'is' the morning," Steve reminds them all, "and I think it's time for everyone to hit the hay?" "What hay?" Diego asks. "Like in a barn where the rooster hasn't woken everybody up yet!" "I'm for that!" Sean agrees, yawning and stretching his arms way above his head. A lifted shirt caused his navel and treasure trail to wink at everybody! The boys got comfortable in their own room. "I can push my sleeping bag closer to your's, Frankie." "Okay, Diego. Maybe then I wouldn't be so lonely." So, like two air matresses in a swimming pool, the two boys made the sleeping bags collide. Their shoulders just about touched now. "Thanks for taking an int'rest in me, Diego." "Welcome. Sometimes my dad used ta sleep with me when I got scared at night," Diego says. "Sometimes my dad would too, but not just when I was scared." "Yeah?" "Yup. My dad told me to get nekid and then he would get nekid and then his front would be to my back." "Oh. My daddy would have clothes on." Not thinking another word, both boys drifted off into dreamland. % "Ooomphf!" "Hey, what's that for?" Mike asked Gary, after getting a stomach slap. "I think I smell bacon cooking!" "Mmm... and coffee!" Minus the good morning kiss, Mike and Gary don their robes and head towards the door. Like a comedy act in motion, the two try holding the other one back from entering the door frame. Finally they laugh at each other, making that delayed good morning kiss. "Oh pew!" "Hey, your mouth is no better, Gary." "Must be from your hot ass last night!" The kitchen is filled with heavenly scents. "Hey, what's going on in here?" "Good morning Uncle Gary, Uncle Mike!" Noah, at his usual gaiety, laced with humor, removed the bacon to some torn open, brown grocery sacks. "Ewe!" "What?" Noah asks, totally oblivious to their insinuations. Mike complains, "Those are recycled bags, Noah!" "Yeah, so? I'm recycling them by having them collect the bacon grease." "Yeah, but..." "What's the big deal. You've gotta eat a ton of dirt before you die. Are you anywhere near your ton, Uncle Mike?" "I don't know. How about you Gary?" "How do I know? I don't keep track of these things!" Whatever... the two plopped themselves down at the kitchen table when Noah grabbed up two mugs in one hand and poured coffee into one and then the other, setting both down in the middle of the table. "Up for grabs!" "Um, where is Zach and Mike?" Gary asks. "You mean Pat?" "Oh yeah. Forgot. Patrick?" "Zach is helping Pat with his shower." "Oh. That's nice," Mike says, smiling at Gary. Things are silent for a second. Mike gets a slap on his arm and then almost chokes on his java. After Mike's nod, Gary smiles, giggling as they see Noah bent over the oven, checking on something. He had the traditional white apron on, but that's almost all. All, except a satiny looking green paisley thong, which showed off his nice bubblebutt! "What?" "Oooh, nothing," Mike said to Noah, as he served them up their platters. "Mmmm, what's this Noah?" "Oh, just keeping the eggs, ham and hash browns warmed while I finished the bacon. Oh, and more coffee?" "Wow! I could learn to like this!" Gary acknowledges. Mike agrees with Gary, after tasting the ham. "Good, then I'll cancel my dorm room next semester and pay you the money, to rent a room?" Choke number two brought Mike's hand hard against Gary's back. Noah, six feet tall and a hundred and sixty-eight pounds, comes behind Gary and says, "Excuse me, Mike." Lifting Gary up and out of his chair, from under his pits, he heaves both fists up against his diaphragm. "Oh shit, Gary," Mike calls out, "I didn't know you were 'that' bad!" After two 'gut punches', Gary starts breathing on his own. "Oooooh boooooy... thanks, Noah," Gary says. "Here, let me get you a glass of water," Noah offers. "Hey, what's happening?" Mike smiles, seeing Zach, with Pat leaning on his arm. Both jocks are dressed in shorts and muscle shirts. "Noah here just tried killing your Uncle Gary and when he was sure to get an affirmative answer, brought him back!" "Noah?" Gary replied, "Mike's joking, Zach." "Oh, whew!" Both Zach and Pat became instantly relieved that a murderer wasn't in their presence. "Hmm, you make this, Noah?" Pat asks. "Yeah. Last night Unca Mike says to me that if I don't have breakfast on the table when he wakes up, then he's kicking my ass out the door!" Noah says seriously. "Really Uncle Mike?" Zach asks. So gullible. Y'think Mike is gonna let Noah get ahead of him? "Um, this piece of ham is burnt, boy! Find me another piece and quick or else your ass is going out the door!" "Yessim Mastuh Mike!" Noah bows, then tosses another piece of ham onto Mike's plate. Gary, hands raised, asks, "What did I do to deserve this, Lord?" % "Rise and shine boys!" Barry informed the troops, paying special attention to the two boys on the floor, in sleeping bags. Well, there was supposed to be two separate air mattresses and two separate sleeping bags, however it seems that Frankie wound up on one and a half and Diego on one. Lying faced up, half of Frankies bod lay covered halfway by Diego's lithe body. Barry laughed to himself, saying 'kids! Before ya know it, they'll be teens!' Placing his hand on Diego's back, he shook him awake. "Huh? Ooooh g'morning dad-Barry." "Good morning Diego. Did Philip and Aidan tell you two about the Saturday morning nature walk?" "No. What's that?" Frankie asks. "Why don't you wake them up and ask them?" "Okay." So, ducking out of the responsibility, Barry let's the two younger ones wake up their 'brothers'. "They up, Barry?" Steve asks. "Frankie and Diego are. Hey, remember when Bernice used to call my Philip a heartbreaker, Steve?" "Yeah." "I think Diego's going to be next. He and Frankie lay together just before I awoke them." "They have clothes on?" "Of course, they had clothes on, Steve. What do you think this is? A porno studio for minors?" "Hey now, Barry... if we ever get too deep in debt, now there's a thought!" "Yeah, sure Steve." "I wonder how Alonzo and Callan made out on the sofa last night?" "Hee heee..." "What do you know Barry, that I don't know?" "Well, I felt a little thirsty, so thought I would go get a drink of water from the kitchen. I started down the spiral staircase and heard nothing..." "Nothing?" "Um, I don't think Alonzo ever came back from taking Callan home!" "Very interesting!" "I'm wearing your black sweats today, Steve." "Which ones?" "The ones with the yellow stripes down the sides of the pants." "Okay. Good. I'll wear the navy ones." Steve went on to sing, "In The Navy....," acting out a village person. % "Um, guys, now you don't have to, but it would be nice if you joined us for the neighborhood nature walk." "Aaaaah, to commune with the birds and the bees!" Noah replies to Gary's suggestion. Mike continues, "And the flowers, the trees, the sky, etcetera, etcetera..." he concludes, much like Yul Brenner does in the 'King and I', mimicing the fake Siamese accent. "You know what Confucious say about communing with nature?" Noah asks, washing up the frying pan. "I can hadly wait!" Gary replies. "Man with hand in bush not necessarily trimming shrubs!" "Haa ha ha ha haaaa... hey, you know you're a funny guy there, Noah.. isn't he Gary?" Mike insists. Gary rolls his eyes, then says, "Yeah, it's like the dumb man who climbs tree to get cherry..." "Oh? And?" Mike questions Gary. "Yeah, wise man spread limbs!" "I don't follow you there, Unca Gary?" Noah replies, baffled by the Confucious joke. "Never mind. It's not funny the second time." Using the pancake turner for a baton, Noah asks, "That's not really Confucious is it? You made it up, right?" Gary replies, "No more made up than your's, Noah!" "It's not nice to mimic Confucious, Unca Gary. It's like the man who walks thru airplane door sideways..." Noah conjures up a lesson to be learned. "Um, and how does that go, Noah?" "Man who walks through airplance door sideways is going to Bangkok!" Mike roared with laughter. Gary chuckled. "Okay, I gotta admit that 'that' was funny. Where do you get these from?" "Eh, the other jocks. There's one guy, Bob, who's a whiz at all of these crazy jokes." "Are you sure you're not talking about yourself, Noah?" "Nope. Hey, I'm going to catch a shower." Mike and Gary found something totally not worth laughing at, when Noah removed the white apron from around his neck. The jock even got Patrick's and Zach's attention riled up. His chest and stomach absolutely smooth, except for the dark blond treasure trail, seemingly emerging from out of his deep innie. "Oh shoot!" "What, Noah?" Zach asks. "I think that grease that splattered left a mark on my stomach." "C'mere and let me look at it." Mike and Gary looked at each other. Mike says, softly to Gary, 'Oldest trick in the book and the kid's falling for it!' Sure enough, the eye candy stood right in front of Zach and Patrick. Gary nudged Mike when he leaned back to take in the view of the bubblebutt. "I think it's just grease. Not a burn, Noah." "Oh great! Thanks for checking, Zach." "Um, you want me to come take care of that hardon for you Noah?" "Nah. Don't trouble yourself." "What hardon?" Mike replied. The boys started laughing their asses off. Mike had been 'had'! "Alright for you. Just wait. I'll get even!" Mike told the three jocks. % "Look, Aidan, your old sneakers fit Frankie." "Old?" Frankie questions. "Philip, these are newer than the ones I had." "Really, Frankie?" "Yup. You couldn't see it, too good, but my dad put krazy glue around the seams of my own sneakers. It made them tighter to wear, but it saved him from buying me new ones." "Bet didn't that hurt your feet, Frankie?" Diego asked, with such soft emotion. "Yup. They did Diego. My dad didn't care, as long as it didn't cost him extra. I don't get it, though 'cause he always had plenty of money for beer and that strong stuff he drank." "Don't you worry none, Frankie. My daddy and me don't have much money, but he can buy you a pair of sneakers." "Thanks Diego." Aidan and Philip picked up on the first time Frankie opened up and patted Diego on the back. It made them feel good that Frankie and Diego had kindled a friendship. "If Diego's dad doesn't have enough money for sneakers, I've got some saved up," Aidan reports. Philip and Diego tell him the same thing. "Thanks, guys, but Aidan's old sneakers are okay to wear and thanks for the clothes, Philip." "No problem, Frankie." "You're supposed to say 'you're welcome', Philip," Diego corrects his manners. "Yeah, okay. I forgot. Keep reminding me, Diego. 'You're welcome', Frankie," Philip corrects himself. "What's wrong with what you said, Philip?" "Jade told us we should do what Diego says and use nicer manners." "What's the difference?" Diego says, "My daddy says it's good to be polite. He says that people will say it to others when they hear it from me and it will make the world a nicer place." "Okay. I get it. Like the saying thank you's." "Yup." "My pa didn't teach me much. I only remember a little from what my ma told me." "Don't worry Frankie, we're all learning," Aidan fills him in. "I like you guys. I hope that I can stay with you always." "Can't you tell that future now, Frankie?" "Nope. Not yet at least, Philip. I can't make myself tell me something." Aidan guesses, "You probably have to wait for it to happen, like magic, huh Frankie?" "Yup. That's about right, Aidan." "I've been sent to assemble the troops!" "Hi dad-Callan!" Like he's been glued to family life for years, the fours boys bring him into their world. Aidan asks, "How do you like my room?" "Nice. Are all these models planes your's?" "Yup. My dad helped me put them together... well, Denis and Eric helped me, too." "I haven't put a model together for years," Callan tells the boys, whom form a half circle around the hutch. "Dad-Callan, now that you're gonna be me and Frankie's dad, can you help us put models together?" "Dad-Callan's not going to be Frankie's dad," Philip says. "My dad brought Frankie home to be 'my' brother." Diego protests, "But you've already got a brother, Philip. Don't be a hog!" Callan could see where this was all headed, so he decided to throw them all off the subject. "Did you guys smell the pancakes cooking?" One ugly scene diverted to four boys hopping to it, getting their buns to the kitchen. Philip left, telling Diego, "Just remember, he's 'our' brother, Diego." Diego brooded about it as he left the room. Callan sensed empathy for the little guy, like he was getting ganged up on or something. "Are you okay, Diego?" "Yeah." "Listen, don't let all this bother you. I see that you and Frankie are becoming good friends and we'll all be living together, so...." "Hey, I didn't think of that, dad-Callan. Are you going to live with us, too?" "Do you want me to, Diego?" "Sure I do. I got kinda worrying about that." "Oh? How so Diego?" "'Cause I thought maybe you were gonna take my daddy away from me." "Ooooooh, never Diego. No way. Your daddy, and you are going to be pals forever." "Does that mean you love my daddy, dad-Callan?" Putting it in that pretense, Callan had to think twice about it and quick! His mind raced back to just before he and Alonzo left the apartment this morning. 'Am I in love with Alonzo?' "Well, dad-Callan? Do you love my daddy, too?" Smiling, he thought out loud and answered Diego's question, "Yeah, I love your daddy, too!" The two stragglers walked into the kitchen, both with grins on their faces. Much too obvious, not to be noticed. Alonzo looks up at the two and asks, "What?" "Tell you about it in a minute. How many pancakes do you want, Diego?" "Only one. My daddy says if I take something on my plate I have to finish it. If I finish one, I can take another." "Sounds like a good rule to me!" Alonzo watched Callan, having a good time playing 'daddy' to Diego. A melancholy flashback entertained his thoughts. That of his mother taking care of Diego when he toddled around the house. He sensed getting a bit misty-eyed. "I never tasted good pancakes like this!" "Really Frankie?" "Yup. You have pancakes all the time, Aidan?" "Nope. This is the first time. Jade just started cooking for us." Frankie then directs the compliment, "Jade, you're a splendid cook!" "Well thank you kindly Frankie. I'm happy that you are enjoying the pancakes," She replied. >From the back door another familiar face enters. "Good morning everyone." "Good morning sis." "Good morning Catherine." With the flock engaged in breakfast, the 'good mornings' bounced back and forth between the multitude, until Jade brought over a plate of two pancakes. "Good morning, Cath," Jade said, giving her a kiss on the cheek. "Oh wow!" Chad says to Philip, "Take a picture, Squirt. It lasts longer!" "For God's sake, guys, it's like you never saw a woman kiss a woman before!" "I seen one once, dad-Steve." "Oh? And where was that Aidan?" "When Matty let us watch his queer folk video." "Yeah, that's right, Aidan," Philip says excitedly, "it wasn't just boys kissing boys." "Daddy, can I.... hey, where'd my daddy go?" Diego looks around the room, even under the table for his father. "I'll go check it out. You finish your pancakes, Diego. I'll find our daddy!" The other adults smiled, as the kids went on talking. Callan walks into the den, where he sees Alonzo, his back turned towards the kitchen pathway. He hears some sniffing. Walking over towards Alonzo's back, he engulfs the twenty-four year old in his arms. "Our son misses his other daddy." "Oooh, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to skip out like that." The six foot one medic places his head over Alonzo's shoulder, his chest to back, rubbing his cheek against the smooth-shaved one. "Are you alright hon?" "Yeah. For a minute there, when you were helping Diego with his pancake, spreading the syrup over it... well it brought back precious memories of when my mom used to care for Diego." "Mmmm, that's sweet, Alonzo. I want to tell you something." "Yes?" "About Diego and me having such big grins." "Oh yes. I wondered about that. What's up, Callan?" "Diego asked me if I loved you." "Trick question, huh?" "Very. It gave me only seconds to think. Really put the pressure on me." "Well, you going to tell me or do I have to beg?" "Hmm... now that might prove interesting." "That's one thing I wouldn't have to think about, Callan." "Oh? Ya hate me, huh?" "Will all my heart and soul........I love you." "Hee heee... I forgot. Never kid a kidder. So yeah, I told him I loved you. I'll never forget the look he had on his face." Alonzo turns in Callan's arms, then replies, "And now I'll have burned in my memory the picture of you two, after Diego found out that you love me." They didn't kiss on the lips, but hugged tightly for a very long while, giving each other constant pecks on the neck and cheekbones. % How sweet! 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.