Date: Thu, 28 Apr 2005 15:33:18 -0400 (EDT) From: T Chase Subject: Nature Walk 33 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" 33 (M/t oral anal 3-way shower) wriTten by T. Chase McPhee % "Ugh, so I feel gritty!" "I don't know why you would feel like that, Noah, with sprinting Patrick all over the countryside!" Noah crept in the back door, half helping Zach walk Patrick, since the mobile chair wouldn't fit through the frame. "Oh man, I'm beat!" Noah cried out, lifting his tee shirt up and over his head. "Nooooo, don't sit!" "Why? I need a rest." "You're going to get your stinky sweat all over the chair, dufous!" "Oh yeah. Whew! Good thing I have you around, Zach!" Patrick gives a delayed response, "I was just going to mention that, actually." Looking down upon Noah, Patrick can't help himself, lost in the finely crafted chest and stomach. Noah, thinking, but not thinking, says to him, "Pat, too bad you're straight." "Why?" "Um, Noah? Upstairs? Hit the shower?" Zach hints. "Oh yeah." Patrick didn't get his answer. It's as if Zach purposefully interrupted. However, when the three got to the room shared by Zach and Patrick, the coverup, figuratively and literally didn't stay that way for long. "Zach, I think I need a shower, too." Noah, by now, had stripped to the buff. He wasn't pretending to hide anything that he sensed about Patrick. "C'mon, Pat. You and me." "Noah!" "What, Zach?" This is where Patrick took the reins of the conversation into his own hands. "Yeah, okay... look, I never got to explain to you guys about that day after school." For now, Patrick's mind set to another subject. He even stopped taking glances at Zach's filled briefs. "Go ahead, Pat." "About time you got serious." Zach reprimands Noah. "I was just trying to help." "Listen guys. Don't go blaming each other. Looks like you two have made some kind of connection here with each other. I don't want to be the fault of breaking that up." Even though the sheets weren't made up, Zach offered the foot of the bed. He sat down next to Patrick. "Go on, Patrick." Noah, not without compassion, pulled up a chair and sat across from the two. For the time being, he dropped his briefs into his lap, so as not to cause anymore distractions. Patrick lay out every detail as to the unfortunate afternoon, after school. It made Noah curse in anguish. However, Zach pretty much kept his cool. Often Noah would place his hand on Patrick's thigh and rub it, as a calming tool. "The only part I didn't tell anybody...." "C'mon, Pat... you can tell us." "I didn't even tell the cops." "Your secret's safe with us, Pat," Noah edged the seventeen year old on. "I... I didn't just happen on the scene. I watched the whole thing from when it started happening." "You what? And you didn't stop it?" Noah jumped the gun. Zach, stepping on Noah's foot, with his own, stops Noah's provocation, but directs to Patrick, "Meaning, from the time Bill Wade bound Conner Matthews to the tree?" "Um, before that. I saw Conner walking to his doom and let it happen." By this time, Patrick couldn't hold back the tears. They spilled, along with his guts. Zach took him in his arms and tried calming him. Noah showed he wasn't all full of joke material, moving to Patrick's other side and rubbing his back. "Yeah, that's right Pat. Get it all outta your system," Noah provided the means to deal with the crisis. Zach suggests, "Patrick?" "Yeah?" "Did you mention any of this 'extra material' to Uncle Gary?" "No. I was too scared." "Then why did you tell us?" Patrick, stopping his grieving for a moment, looks over to Noah. "We're your friends, Pat. I told you you could tell us anything." "I... I trust you guys. I never felt like that with anybody before." Zach adds, "And what about Uncle Gary? Uncle Mike?" "Them, too," Patrick adds. "Then don't you think you can tell them, too." "Mike is a cop." "Yes, but he can also be a loving friend, Patrick." "C'mon," Noah says, pulling on Patrick's arm as he rises up, "let's get a shower and then we'll talk about this later." Patrick's eyes shifted. His emotions got mixed as Noah's meat lingered almost in his face. "Okay, Pat, you got your up close look. Now let's hit the showers!" Zach smiled at Noah's joking manner. Yeah, he could see Patrick's interest, as plain as day. Just like Noah saw it! % "Um, remember that what goes in, must come out, you little squirts!" Chad's comments couldn't have come at a more appropriate time. "Yeah, I think I gotta go!" Ultimately, the power of suggestion began gripping the squirts. Aidan complained first, "C'mon guys, we better run like we've never run before!" Taking off, four three-quarter finished bottles of Gatorade lay on the picnic table. "I don't think I'm far behind them, Chad." "Matty, you're supposed to be grown up enough not to overindulge." "Hey, Chadbaby, like sex it's sometimes tough to estimate!" "Hmm... maybe we should both get a move on it, then, Matty!" Chad flicked his eyebrows, signifying a 'deeper' meaning. Taking off towards the Bridges residence, they came upon a turnoff in the road. Little laughs came from within the lush overgrowth of woods and vines. "Haa ha haaa... Diego shot way past you, Philip!" Matty and Chad creep up on the little gathering. Seems that an official meeting of the 'Squirt Club' was now in session! "Oh man," Diego's voice rang out, "Frankie's squirting way more than me! Go Frankie!" Behind a bush, the two jocks began scheming. "Maybe we should show them how big men shoot!" "Matty, get real!" "No, Chad. I mean it's only playing around." "Um, you think the squirts are going to keep this a secret, Matty?" Had they been paying attention, Matty and Chad would have noticed the lull in not only the activity 'in hand', but the quietness abounding. They weren't even conscious of the snapping of twigs, as four hedgehogs surrounded them, moving in for their ambush. "Aha!" Totally surprised, Matty fell over on his ass. "Haa ha ha ha haaaa!!!" The Squirt Club broke out in laughter. "Well, you going to help me?" Matty calls out to Chad, who stands, laughing along with the kids. "Yeah, here." "That's what you get for spying on us, Matty!" Aidan calls out. "Yeah, yer lucky ya didn't fall into where we pissed!" Frankie adds. Chad finally fesses, "So what do you have going here, a little 'Squirt Club'?" "Squirt Club?" Diego questions the tall jock, looking almost straight up to the sky. "Yeah," Matty plays along, "seeing who can squirt the farthest?" Philip adamantly puts it, "And what if we are?" "Nothing. I'm not complaining, you Chad?" "Nope." After Chad hits Matty in the chest he asks Philip, whom seems to take on the presidency, "What does it take to get into the club, bro?" "Chad," Matty chides. "Listen up," He replies back, giving Philip the floor; the floor of the forest, that is. "Yeah, well," Philip begins making up the rules, "ya gotta piss far enough to get in." "Show me," Chad replies, again giving Matty a little slap in the belly, to let him know to pay attention. Matty follows Chad, Philip and Aidan. First Diego latches onto Matty's right hand, bringing him along, followed by Frankie on his left hand, attaching himself. "C'mon Matty," Diego offers, "you pee pee, too!" Smiling, Matty follows. More amused by the whole thing, he figures even if the dads found out, they would think the same thing. "Do you gotta piss, Chad?" "Oh, you know it." "Well, bro?" Philip asks, using the 'big boys' terminology. Looking over at Matty, Chad suddenly gets reluctant. "Don't look at me... Chaddywaddy!" Matty kids, causing an uproar in humor at the namesake they've heard before. Chad pulls his sweatshirt up, at first lifting the tee underneath. Aidan says, "Nice abs, Chad." "Yeah, thanks," he replies. Diego and Frankie say virtually in unison, "You're welcome," giving each other five, over the usage of manners. "Our daddy's are gonna be proud of us, huh Diego?" But before Diego could reply, Chad does, "Hey, you Squirt Club guys paying attention? I can only piss once!" Right away their eyes beam on the subject manner at hand; Chad's seven inch hard shaft, atop the big balls, anchored under his sweatpants elastic. "Woooooow! That's a long one!" Frankie cries out. More laughter follows, even Matty getting a kick out of the 'frank' humor. Matty gets some wicked thoughts, though likely he knew Chad wouldn't dare move his cock from side to side, spraying Aidan and his bro with the steadying yellow stream pumping out and through the air. "Yup! Leave it to my big bro!" "He's shooting past all of us!" Like a young kid himself, Chad's brighty-whities gleam at the prospect of beating out all of the members of the Squirt Club. "Wow! You must've drank up a storm, Chaddywaddy!" Diego replies. All laugh at Diego's statement. Chad tinkles his cock, shaking and squeezing the last bit out. "See, that's what I meant, Chad." "What's that Philipbro?" "Aidan asked me why you didn't teach me to smooth out the last drops," Philip lays on his brother. "Ooooh that! Yeah, well, figured a little guy's gotta learn some things on his own when he does make a friend." Chad prouded himself with making up the tale. "Okay, Mattywatty, you're next!" Diego says, jerking on Matty's arm and looking up at him. Frankie, impatient, asks, "Is your cock as big as Chad's?" "Ooooh 'much' bigger. A monster!" All the boys stand there, eyes bugged, taking in Matty's words as gospel truth. Chad laughs as the four stand, two by two, flanking Matty's sides, as he dramatically prolongs removing the bulge in his pants. "Wooooow! It 'is' bigger than my brother's cock!" Philip first assesses. "How did it get that big?" Diego asks. Aidan answers, "Diego, you can't make your cock get big." "Yeah, you get what you get and like it," Frankie replies, wisely. Chad says, referring to Frankie's comment, "Smart kid!" Matty stood there, the barrel in hand. "I don't think I can go." "If ya can't go Matty, then ya can't get in the Squirt Club." Chad teases, "Maybe Matty changed his mind and doesn't want to be." Then the onslaught of derogatory remarks hit the fan. "Matty are you chickenin' out?" Aidan asks, a bit with anger. "Maybe he thinks he's not good enuf to be a Squirt!" Philip assumes. Diego comes out with the brightest reasoning, "Maybe Matty's gotta squirt out the white stuff instead!" "Oh cool!" Philip exclaims, not minding what comes out, as long as it does.. Aidan incites, "Yeah, squirt out the white stuff instead, Matty!" "I'm 'not' gonna cum for you guys and that's that! Just give me a minute." "What do you mean?" Diego asks, "Come where?" "Don't you know anything, dopey!" Aidan, eleven, says to the nine year old. Chad, seeing the disturbance in the force, kneels down next to Diego for a quickie sex lesson and says, "Ya see, Diego, when the white stuff comes out, it's called 'cum', c-u-m." "Oh, so when it comes out it's called cun, too?" "You got it." "Well ya gonna cum or piss, Matty?" Aidan asks. "Give me a minute, huh? How can ya expect a guy to take a leak with all these young jocks around him?" Well, utilizing that grown up phrase on the boys knocked them for a loop. They all began feeling a bit more grown up. "Yeah, us jocks shot faster than you did, Mattywatty!" Time for more chopbusting time on Matty. Of course he was holding out, but then Matty sensed the cold air on his 8.5c digit, thought it time. "Ooooooh look, he's pissing!" Everyguy jumped to the attention of the barrel jettisoning the stream of yellow liquid. "Look! He's passing up Chad!" "Of course!" Matty replied, looking down at Chad, who still squatted between Diego and Frankie. "Go Matty! Go Matty!" the cheers drove him on. Soon the fire hydrant gave out, the stream pulling back, landing where Frankie had pissed, then Aidan, then Diego and finally Philip. "Man, I gotta start practicing!" Philip called out, being the shorest distance. "Thanks for explaining to me what cum means, Chad." "No problem Diego!" Chad picked up Diego's arm and made a fist for him, so that he could knock knuckles together. Soon they were all imitating the big bro signal. "Okay, we're going. Make sure you throw some leaves over where everybody pissed." "Aren't you going to help, Chad?" "It's your club." "But you're a member now!" "Yeah," Matty mentions to his lover, "It was your bright idea to join, so don't leave all the work for the squirts, Chaddywaddy!" "Hmm," Chad resigns, picking up a pile of leaves. But instead of throwing them over the piss places, he throws them against Matty's back. Somehow Chad wound up on the forest floor, a tickling spree onset. Girlish laughter rang throughout the woods! % "Aha! They're at it again!" "What's that Steve?" "It's your own son, dah!" "Oh that laughing hyena sound. Yeah, I heard it, Steve." "What's for lunch?" Before they could get too much into the subject, Alonzo and Callan catch up. They all exchange greetings. "Lunch? We all just ate!" "Oh, that was lunch?" Alonzo asks. Steve adds, "Not that lunch would hurt you two guys," pertaining to Alonzo and Callan, whom chose tee shirts over sweats and have them tucked in so that their abs stand out. Being good natured about the whole thing, Barry, whom he knows Steve throwing his puns at, replies, "I'm sure we'll all lose some poundage once we get on with the moving." "Oh geez.." The slow dirge turned to a halt, as the four formed a powwow. "What's on your mind, Alonzo?" "Um, about the move." Barry and Steve showed sudden alarm. "Now don't get us wrong. We really like you guys," Alonzo starts the news. "You're not moving into the bungalow," Barry states. "Okay," Alonzo does the talking for himself and Callan, "I guess it's plain to see that Callan and I are getting real close." "Getting?" Steve asks facetiously. "Um, if any of this is going to break up any friendships..." Callan intervened. Steve, catching him in midstream, arm on his shoulder, replies to Callan, "Noooo, not at all. I mean. Okay, sure, Barry and I thought we had started something up here between Alonzo and ourselves, but we kidded ourselves." "You did?" Alonzo questioned. "Yeah, sure Alonzo. I mean, yeah, we began something that we thought could be serious." Barry broke in, "What Steve is trying to say, Alonzo is that we love you, but knew we couldn't keep the reins on you. Remember that it was us, Steve and I, before you came along. And...." "And we never did develop that threeway love affair, did we?" "No Steve," Alonzo confided. "I think we all thought more in the premature sense." "I don't get it," Callan interjected. The threeway hug broke. Alonzo vacated his spot and took up the Irish man in his embrace. "Callan, you and I are never going to have as close a friendship as with these two guys." "I can see the love they evoke. I'm just not set on that I'm breaking up the trio," Callan refers to Steve, Barry and Alonzo. Steve tells him, "Callan. We never evolved into a love affair. Maybe we three wanted it. I can see where Barry and I pushed for it, but things don't happen without a reason." "That's for sure." "Oh? How's that go Alonzo?" "I think you two showed me truly how much I wanted to have a relationship with another man. Callan, you're that man and think I'm lucky all around, to have Steve and Barry and now you, Callan." Steve cut to the chase, "So, what does all this have to do with the bungalow?" "Steve," Alonzo again picks up the lead, "I told you that I couldn't afford your place on my own, but with Callan's input. Well, we'd be interested in being your backyard neighbors, if you'll have us?" That suited Steve and Barry as perfect as if walls separated their lives. The fourway hug ensued, welcoming each other into their lives. "Now what do we do with an empty bungalow?" Callan speaks up, saying, "Um, I think you can interest my sis and her lover!" % "C'mon, let's get you dried off, Pat!" "But..." "What?" Zach asks. The three men in the tub - shower - stood, halting the activity of water streaming down their naked bodies. "I thought..." "Patrick, we're not in the shower to do anything but keep you from falling on your ass, okay?" "Zach's right," Noah, hands on Patrick's shoulders, as he faced Zach, confessed. Noah reached behind him, locating the water valve and turned it off. Zach rolled back the three panel shower door. Steping out, Noah quickly found the towel. Patrick swiped it away, dabbing his body, "I can handle it!" He stormed out of the jon. "What did we do?" Noah asks. "Hmm.. I think, if I'm not mistaken that Patrick figured that we would show him the way." "Huh? What do you mean, Zach?" "If I'm reading the situation right, I think Patrick intended on you and I showing him a 'gay' ole time." "You mean like having sex with him?" "You got it." "Oh. Now what do we do?" "Talk it out. But I think Uncle Gary should be there when we do." "Yeah, if he's a shrink I think he can be of help." "And I think the sooner the better. Um, Noah?" "Yeah, Zack?" "Do you think you can whip up something for a late lunch?" "I don't know. Unca Gary doesn't have much to work with." "That's good!" "It is Zach?" "Yeah, because now we can give Patrick time to cool off while we're shopping." "Good idea." "Yeah, you get to push, Noah. But do me a favor?" "Sure, Zach. What?" "Don't break any speeding laws at the supermarket?" % >From the small room in the back of the service center, moans and groans emanated. "Ooooooh!" "Had enough?" "Never, Master Hiro." "Hee heeee... looks like I trained you good, boy." Karl's face remained smashed against the pillow, half visible. His speech half slurred, as he tried speaking out of the corner of his mouth. His crotch ground into the mattress, as Hiro lay on his back, his thick meat still embedded to the hilt. "Good idea you had last night, Karl." "Didn't want you going and falling off the table and breaking your ass!" "Yeah, get your meaning?" "Oh?" "Yeah, more fun breaking your ass! Haa ha ha ha haaaa!" Hiro laughed, but both got the pleasure of his ten inch thick barrel still massaging the inner sanctum of the cop's love chute. Even after cumming twice, Hiro still remained affixed to the sexual appetite of fucking the hot ass chamber. "Don't you ever give up?" "Ooooh man.. not with hot cop ass. Hotter than jock ass!" "What're you doing?" Hiro began laughing, as started to get up. "Nooooo... what're you doing?" "Hee heee... time for a piss break!" As Hiro ascended to kneeling position, his semihard log became dislodged from Karl's ass. It hurt to feel it evacuate. "Ooooh fuckin' shit!" Karl called out, to have his guts emptied. When Hiro stood at the side of the bed, he entertained some thoughts. "Hmmm... now should I have you shower me off or bathe it with your tongue?" Hiro laughed his ass off, as Karl crinkled up his nose. "C'mon, you stink, boy! Let's get a shower and then something to eat!" "Not 'that'!" Karl says, pertaining to the sausage between Hiro's legs. "Nah. Some 'real' food!" % "Dad-Callan?" "Yes, Diego?" "Frankie wants to know if he is going to be my brother." Callan thought it rather wise to throw the question out to neutral ground. Only thing is, he didn't want to be in the middle realm of answering it. Philip didn't press the issue, leaving it up to the adults. Instead, he paid attention to the 'National Parks' edition of Monopoly. "Ahem! Anyone care to elaborate on that?" Callan asked, looking over the general adult consensous. Barry took the helm, saying, "Personally, I think we should leave it up to Frankie." Right away, Frankie says, "I want to be with Diego." "You know Frankie, you also have to look at things from the 'dad' point of view, too." "I know dad-Barry. I like dad-Callan and dad-Alonzo, too. I mean, I know you brought me here to be part of a family dad-Barry. I'm grapeful." Barry, as well as the other dads, acknowledged the vocabulary slip, humored. Barry let it slide. "I know you are, Frankie, but things are not that easy. There's still the legality of everything." "Oh." "But I'm sure that's nothing that can't be worked out," Alonzo said, hoping to make the atmosphere brighten for Frankie, as well as Diego. "Dad's," Frankie inquired of the two dads that would be his, dad-Callan and dad-Alonzo, "what about Bill?" This not only caught the adults' attention. The three kids looked on for an answer. "In what way do you mean that, Frankie?" Barry finally asked. "He's still my brother and I was hoping we can still be brothers." "Of course. You'll always be brothers." Then Barry recollected something he mentioned to Tom. "You see, Frankie, we're all.... all of us here now, are like a big tree. We're all a root of that tree and no matter where we are, we'll each be a part of the other." "Hear that, Aidan? My dad says we're roots from the same tree!" Philip says, making the connection. "Yes, Philip," Callan lays it on the line, "and even though Frankie isn't living with you, he'll still be a root of that same tree." "Hey yeah. I never thought of that," Philip drew his own conclusion, becoming more accepting of the thought of Frankie belonging to the Romano-O'Meara clan. "So, what about Bill?" The dads just didn't know about Bill. He would still have this legal thing hanging over his head and that was something the law would decide on. The other thing had been both the doctor's assumptions of his physical handicaps and the same conclusions, via Frankie's forseen abilities. "Frankie, we have to wait and see yet, okay." "Alright," Frankie replied, yet still uneasy over the whole thing. He'd had been wrong once. Seeing Bill living with him could be true, but then again maybe it's something he had pulled out of his own imagination. He trusted the dads and figured on the waiting out period. "Can we go see Bill today?" Diego adds Frankie's plea, "Don't forget the magic words." "Oh yeah. Can we please go to the hospital and see my brother?" "Of course we can. Why don't we all get ready to go now?" "All of us, dad-Alonzo?" "Sure, Aidan. It's good to go see people in the hospital and cheer them up!" So, the boys packed up the Monopoly game and headed up to their room to ready themselves. Callan and Alonzo wore what they had on, all dressed from Callan's flat. Barry and Steve spiraled their way upstairs, to their room. "Tricky situation, huh Barry?" "That it is, Steve." "One other tricky situation." "Oh? And what might that be, Steve?" "Getting you alone for five minutes!" While the two stood there barechested and in briefs, smooth-chested Steve embraced bear-chested Barry and then took in some needed quality time. "Uh-uh-uh... none of that, Steve!" "Oh c'mon kiljoy. Just one little lick!" "Yeah and one lick will lead to a full blown blowjob. We've got the boys waiting." "Playing 'hard' to get, huh? Hee heeee..." "Steve, we'll have plenty of time to mess around when we're all done moving and settled in." "Rats!" "Got an idea?" "What's that Barry?" "Let's set an official date of when we're moving out and moving in." "Yeah.. yeah... yeah..." Steve replies, again in that childlike manner. "How does two weeks sound?" "When's your stuff supposed to arrive?" "Tuesday." "Oh cool! Works out perfect, Barry." "How's that go?" "Well, supposedly we start back to school on Wednesday, so if your stuff arrives on Tuesday, we should be all ready." "I doubt we'll get everything unpacked by then." "Things don't have to be that well organized. After all Barry," Steve closes up the gap once more, "we've got the rest of our lives to unpack!" As Steve rushed to become more intimate, Barry reminded him of a more rigid timeframe of heading out the door. As Steve and he kissed, Barry tightened his grip on Steve's pectoral nubs. "Mmmmmmmm...ooohhhaaahhhhh..." Steve groaned, first during the kiss and then breaking away. Standing there, shoulders drooping, Steve threw his head back, closing his eyes and allowing Barry to tweak his nips. As Barry did this, he smiled to himself, thinking of what would be a great gift for their first month anniversay present. All he would have to do is find out where Jacq acquired his nipclamps from! % "This is a big moment for me in my life, Alonzo." "Me too, Callan. Soon this big house will not only be mine and Diego's, but your's as well." "Let's not forget about Frankie, baby." "Oh yeah. Um, what do you think of his brother?" "Well, baby," Callan sighs, placing his front against Alonzo's, "I'm a trained medical professional. I think with my knowledge I can give Bill the help he needs to cope with the challenged life he's going to have." Alonzo, totally in awe of the kind words, replies, "That's so sweet of you Callan. I don't think of Bill as getting the best part of life." "Huh?" "Diego and I are so lucky to have met you. You're not one of those lucky leprechauns, are you?" "Ya never know with us Irishfolk. Ya know what they say, don't you?" "No. What do they say?" "Along with the Irish, you're getting the luck of the Irish." "Hmm, well after last night I think I'm a believer!" "You horny devil, Alonzo!" "So, what you're assuming here is that it's okay for Frankie's brother to come live with us?" "Not unless you have objections, Alonzo?" "Well, I think we shouldn't kid ourselves into thinking that there are also going to be lawful repercussions here. I mean the kid did instigate this harsh action against Conner Matthews." "Oh, I'm sure of it, but in a way the kid had to be influenced by something other than his own feelings." "You're right, Callan. I mean, any father who would come after his own son with a gun, well there's got to be some evil connection right there." "Ready daddy!" Before anymore discussion could take place, the younguns had interrupted, followed by the other two dads. Packing everybody into Steve's Chrysler Voyager, they headed off towards West Richland Memorial Hospital. Callan offered to take his VW 'Bug', toting along Diego and Frankie. "Handles nicely. What year is this?" Barry asks Steve. "2003. The old one's retirement age had approached, so went with something brandnew." "A beauty. CD player, huh?" "Yeah. The CD wallet's under the seat. See if anything strikes your tastes, Barry." Aidan asks, "Dad, can we listen to that new jazz one you got?" "Hmm... turning your hedgehogs into music connoiseurs, are we, Steve?" "Yeah, well, they don't always get to listen to what they want." "Um, which one is it Aidan?" "Give it here, dad-Barry. I'll find it for ya!" Barry handed the rather large inventory of CD's, to the back seat. "Here's the one I like. Here, dad-Barry. Put on this Holland cat." "Holland 'cat', huh?" He replies, looking at Steve. "Yeah, well figured that I have to teach theses guys the rudiments of music, Barry!" Barry smiled, humored by Steve's endeavor at defininition of musical knowledge. He slid the disc into the player. "Put on number six, dad-Barry. It's called 'something-Mental'." "That mean it's going to drive me insane?" Barry jokes. "Hmm... maybe we should have a CD player in the bedroom!" Steve says out of the corner of his mouth, geared to only Barry's ears. "Whoooa! Hey, that's got a snappy beat there, Steve." "Snappy, huh? That one of them fancy music terms?" "Yeah, right in between vivo and vivace." "Hmm... if I'm up on my Italian, I'd say it's working on overtime!" Barry smiled, saying, "One track mind, Steve." They took on the countryside, with 'Mental Images' pounding away. Philip and Aidan bopped around in the back seat, dancing in their little asses off! % "What'd your captain say when you called out, Karl?" "Not too happy." "I hope you got into trouble!" "Fuck you, man!" "Hee heee... love to humiliate you, man." "Sure, Hiro. You'd love to have an excuse to rap my ass with that belt again." "Um, yeah, Karl. Like ya didn't enjoy it the first time?" Like living in the lap of luxury, Karl lay out on the bed, sequestered away in the far corner of Hiro's service station. For the thirty-three year old cop, missing a day's work only meant carving a sickday out of his already accumulated hundred and something. Hiro had multitudes of fun with Karl last night. They both rather enjoyed each other's company. It hadn't started out that way. The fight they had proved nothing other than the both to be tough guys. Neither had the fighting skills to beat the other. Winding into a stalemate, Hiro figured he had met his match. A guy neither stronger, nor weaker than himself. One thing each found in the personality of the other is a soulmate. Two guys bent on riding bikes, getting greasy fixing them up and having some rough sex. While Hiro relieved himself, Karl lay out on the bed, hands behind his head. Things he reflected on surprised himself. Thinking of himself as a tough top, he didn't count on giving up his cherry for another man. Yet, something about Hiro struck him as the hottest thing to hit him since... no time! No man in his lifetime ever struck a hot chord, like Hiro had and to give up his ass to a man of that caliber, he figured this man had to be the 'one'. For sure he wasn't going to have another stalemate, like their fight up on the hill. As Hiro pissed away, all he could think about is getting back to that hunk on the bed. He enjoyed controlling Karl. Knowing beforehand the shrew man he was, especially charged up his emotions. Yeah, breaking that ruffian and tearing him down, molding him into his bottom 'slave to sex', turned him on big time. As he delved out the last bit of cock piss, he still reflected on Karl lying there in his bed. What amazed him is the screaming and carrying on Karl did when he shoved his ten inch barrel up his chute. He didn't fight him off, but welcomed his shaft buried deep inside. Lying there all night, with at least some of it immersed into the velvet chamber, made Hiro lust for more nights of the same action. Yeah, he sped up the process of pissing, to get back to his hairy, blonde sub. % 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.