Date: Sun,  1 May 2005 16:23:10 -0400 (EDT)
From: T Chase <survivalgame@excite.com>
Subject: Nature Walk 34

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" 34 (M/t oral tickling)
wriTten by T. Chase McPhee

%

At West Richland Memorial Hospital, only Frankie had been officially
allowed to go up and see Bill Wade, being family. However, being a minor,
an adult needed to accompany him. Dr. Scalia, seeing the legal
contingencies getting in the way of the brother's visit, gave permission
for Alonzo and Callan to pave the way. Diego remained in the waiting room
with Barry and the bunch. Estefan Sanchez guided the two up the elevator
and to the third floor room.

"I can tell you right now that the guy's got problems."

"Oh? And how's that go?" Alonzo asks.

"Everything's a downer for him."

Frankie asks, "What does that mean?"

"He has a bad attitude, for one thing. Yesterday I brought him his tray of
food and he spills the whole thing, on purpose all over the floor."

"Why did my brother do that? Isn't he hungry?"

"Like I said. He's got problems. Things that I don't understand. I'm
telling you this," Estefan talks down to Frankie, "so that the way he acts
doesn't surprise you, okay?"

"I'm still not sure what you mean," then Frankie, remembering Diego's code
of mannerisms, "but thanks for telling me anyway Estefan."

Estefan smiles, ruffling Frankie's hair.

"Try to be nice and smile, okay?"

"Okay Estefan."

As soon as they enter, Bill Wade, in his badboy temperament asks, "What do
you want?"

"I'm your brother. Frankie. Remember?"

"I know who the fuck you are. So?"

Estefan replies, facing Callan and Alonzo, "Um, why don't you three wait
outside. I might have to use some unorthodox methods of communication
here."

"Huh?" Are their own replies.

"Trust me. Bill and I are becoming old friends."

Truth is, Estefan had been the first nurse on duty when they brought Bill
Wade in. After some first encounters, Estefan developed some means of
getting Bill to come out of his toughlove attitude and show some
respect. In fact, the hospital staff stayed clear yesterday, after they
heard the tray of food cast on the floor. Only Dr. Scalia braved coming in
the door, only to watch Estefan help Bill out of bed to clean up the mess
he made! They didn't know how Estefan did it, but he's seemed to have tamed
the wild beast in Bill; sometimes.

"Frankie, wait outside a second, okay?"

"Huh?"

"I'll call you back in, in a minute."

"Okay Estefan."

Callan and Alonzo questioned Frankie, whom couldn't give them a clue to
what was happening. Then, in less than a minute, Estefan let Frankie back
in.

"Go ahead, Frankie. Talk to him."

"Hi Frankie," Bill replied, not smiling, but in a less derogatory manner.

"I came to see how you are doing Bill."

A few minutes passed, until Estefan said something.

"Nice that your brother cares about you enough to come see you, huh Bill?"

Bill glanced at Estefan, then replied, "Yeah. Um, thanks for coming to see
me Frankie."

"You're welcome, Bill. Y'know dad's dead?"

"Yeah. I heard."

"Bill, did it hurt to get shot in the head?"

The question seemed highly unusual, but by a ten year old's standard, fell
under the inquisitive nature.

"It didn't tickle."

Still no emotion but glum flowed from Bill's personality.  Estefan
coughed. After Bill's glance at the orderly, he returned his attention to
Frankie, adding to their conversation.

"I guess I was more surprised. I didn't see him fire the gun at me. I... I
didn't think he would hurt me, Frankie."

Right then and there, Bill showed tears building.

"I know Bill. He tried to kill me too and I don't know why."

Estefan walked closer to the bed, herding Frankie onwards. He placed his
hand on Bill's shoulder, his other arm around Frankie's back.

"You and me are going to be alright Bill," Frankie tells his bro.

"Did... did you have any dreams about me, Frankie?"

Frankie looks up at Estefan.

"Oh, I know," Estefan replied. "Go ahead. Tell Bill if you know."

"You're not going to be able to walk right away, Bill and... you're going
to have problems writing, but...."

Like a swarm of approaching locust, all the frustrations welded up in
Bill's mind and tears began flowing. He babbled like a baby. Frankie
thought it entirely strange that Bill let Estefan place his wholeself like
face to face and hug him, their chests pressed together.

"Cmon Bill. You're going to make it through all this. Remember our talks,"
Estefan tried smoothing things out.

After a brief period of tears, Bill calmed. Frankie knew Bill 'not' to be
gay, so his only thoughts were in that he and Estefan must've developed
some sort of close friendship.

"He's okay now, but I think Bill needs some rest."

"Okay Estefan."

Frankie and Bill said brief goodbyes, but as he started to depart, Bill
asked, "Frankie?"

"Yeah, Bill?"

"Will you come back tomorrow?"

"Yep. Bye."

As Frankie, Callan and Alonzo reported back to the waiting room, Diego was
the first to approach them.

"How did it go, pal?" Diego asked.

"Okay."

Alonzo could see the alarm go off, in his son's face. He knew that this
would mark the time of Diego's first friendship born out of love. Steve and
Barry talked with the 'dads', while Aidan and Philip surrounded the two
boys, all looking for information.  They didn't get much, since there
wasn't much to be said. They left, piling into their respective vehicles.

"Dad, how come Diego and Frankie aren't moving in with us?"

"Well, Aidan, since Alonzo and Callan are partners, they feel they can have
a house to themselves, like Barry and I."

"Just think dad," Philip follows with, "if you didn't meet dad-Steve."

"Yep, you're right Philip. Would be a lot quieter around here!" Barry
begins weaving his own tale of memories thus far, documenting their
relationship.

As they drove back from Alonzo's apartment, with Steve's Voyager filled to
the brim with all kinds of stuff, plus the two kids, they talked about the
'good ole days'.

"Remember when we first met Aunt Bernice, Aidan?"

"Yeah. I came in the back door with my brothers."

"And then she made a pig outta herself with the Zebra cake?"

"Yup. I remember, Philip. She's so funny. And remember Matty letting us
watch the Queer Folks?"

"Oh yeah. I forgot to ask my dad something."

Leaning forwards, Philip lurches between the two front seats. Aidan's head
sits on his right shoulder, eager to hear Philip's inquiry.

"Dad?"

"Yes, son?"

"What age do you think Aidan and I should be before we start having fun
like the queer guys?"

"Fun? Like what, Philip?" Barry asks, as if he didn't know.

"Like sleeping in the same bed and touching each other naked?"

"Well, first of all, that kind of thing is called sex..."

Both boys began laughing.

Steve says to Barry, "I think they already know what it's called!"

"Yeah, guess you're right. How could I be such a stupid parent!" Barry
laughs it off as well.

"What dad-Barry probably wants to say is that you just don't have sex to
have sex, guys."

"But I don't think the boys in the Queer Folks liked each other," Philip
said.

Aidan points out, "Yeah, I think two of the guys loved each other!"

"Yeah, but Matty said that some of the guys wanted to be together because
it feels good. Does it really feel good, dads?"

"No doubt about that..." but Steve amends the statement with, "still, two
guys should be absolutely sure they want to spend their lives together
before they have sex."

Aidan asks his dad, "Did you have sex with Seb?"

"Yes."

"But you and Seb didn't stay together, dad."

Sounds like a trap to me!

"True. That's a tricky situation. Like any relationship, there's the danger
of it falling apart. Yeah, Seb and I... had sex, but both of us decided
that we were the only two that we would have sex with."

Barry could see that the conversation had been going in a direction that
Steve found difficult to deal with. For sure, he didn't want to discuss
with the boys the statistic of sex and then have it lead to the part where
Seb abused Sean sexually and physically, leading to their breakup.

"That part of Steve's life doesn't really matter. What matters now is that
we are two families that love each other, right?"

"Right dad. Aidan and I love each other, don't we?"

"Yup. We do Philip and I love dad-Barry, just like I love my dad!"

"And I love you too, dad-Steve!"

"That's mighty nice of two boys to say that, but I think, as well as
dad-Barry here, that you boys should wait awhile before you two have
sex. Isn't that right, dad-Barry?"

"Absolutely, dad-Steve. That okay with you boys?"

"I guess," Philip answers.

Aidan, still persists with one more idea, "What happens if we can't help
it?"

"Aidan, son, dad-Barry and I can't be around you two twenty-four hours a
day. You asked our opinions and we gave it to you. You two boys have to ask
yourselves if what your doing is right, keeping in mind what we've told
you."

"Makes sense what your dad is saying, Aidan."

"Yeah. I suppose. But is it okay if we kiss, dad?"

"Kissing and hugging are different than the sexual part, even though it
might lead to it, but no. I don't have any objections to it, you
dad-Barry?"

"No, as long as you don't do it in public."

"What's that mean?"

"Keep it private for now. I mean, unless you know you're absolutely alone,
don't go kissing each other in school or other stuff like that."

"Yes, like your dad says, Aidan, use common sense. Plus, there are places
for doing things and places things should not be done."

The two boys then sat back in their seats to gab on their own.

"Do you get it, Philip?"

"I think we gotta wait til we get older."

"Yeah, then think more about it."

"And keep asking our dads stuff, Aidan."

"That's for sure. They know more about it than we do."

%

"Something smells good!"

"About time you showed up Unca Mike!"

Mike and Gary finally made it in the back door, after their morning nature
walk with half the neighborhood. Least to say, they had been sweated up and
ready for a hot shower.

"Disappointed, Mike?"

"About what, babe?"

"Hee hee... Noah cooking with his clothes on?"

"Ha.. ha," Mike replied, sarcastically, as he stripped off his
sweatshirt. "Like I said, he ain't got nothin' on ya, babe!"

"So, what you're saying is that 'this' physique measures up to Noah's any
time?"

Mike's hand slipped down under the waistband, as Gary flaunted his hairy
body. Two little brown nips lay under the thick mantle of dark brown
hair. Mike came right up to him, hands finding the little nublets and
toying with them.

"Oooooooooooh! You're gonna make me hard, Mike!"

"Hee hee... why should you be any different than me?"

Gary's hand went to where Mike's hand came out from.

"Oh my, your nine inch nail is firming up!"

"Nail? Last night it's a beer can and today it's a nail?"

"It's 'not' a beer can!"

"The way you carried on, it's like I shoved a beer can up your ass."

"Hey, I can't help it if I've got a small chute-hole."

"Hmmm... don't worry. As time passes, I'll loosen you up real good... that
is unless you don't like my cock up your ass."

"In your dreams, Mike!"

"Hmm... seems like this one dream I had is coming true."

"Oh? And what dream is this?"

"The one I've had for the past twentysomething years where I find the
perfect ass to stretch."

"You're not going to tell me that you have a virgin fuck tool?"

"Okay I won't."

Mike breaks away from intensely kneading Gary's nips. He knows for sure
that he's piqued Gary's interest. He continues readying himself for the
shower.

Following Mike to the shower, Gary asks, "Hey, I mean, you can share that
information if you want to?"

"Nah. Why open a can of worms when I've already baited the hook and reeled
it in?"

"Well, Mike if it's bothering you, I'm used to listening to guys with
problems."

"No, it doesn't bother me that I've fucked some guys. I can keep it to
myself."

"I'm just saying that if it does start to bother you and it becomes a
problem and you 'need' to share it, I'm willing to listen."

Mike keeps Gary at bay, knowing he would like to indulge in hearing about
every last gay sex encounter that he's had where the guy wound up getting
fucked by his nine inch tool. Maybe just one little affair would keep him
satisfied for now.

"Yeah, well come to think of it, there is this one little affair that kind
of bothers me."

"See, I told you, Mike. C'mon now."

"Yeah okay. How about we get comfortable in the tub?"

"The tub?"

"Hee heee.. Yeah. Betcha ya never had a shrink session there before!"

So, Mike plugged the drain, started up the lukewarm filling of the tub and
sat back, waiting for Gary to get in. Within two minutes Gary, stripped to
the buff, appears for his shrink session.

"Um, I just got a knock on the door. Zach says Noah says that brunch will
be ready in five minutes."

"I hope you told him you were full!"

"You talking about my stomach or my ass?"

"Hmm... I don't know about you Gary."

"I told Zach that you and I are going to take a bath and not to wait for
us."

"Oh.. okay... then climb in, Doc!"

The thirty-six year old stepped over the tub wall, first dipping one foot
into the water. With two planted on the tub floor, he went for the sides of
the tub to lower himself. However, Mike reached up and took his torso in
his hands to help his ass drop into the warm water.

"Mmmm... I like how your handling this bath, Mike."

"I want to settle you down nice and slow so your butt doesn't squash
something."

Gary looks over his shoulder and sure enough, through the rippling tub
waves, he sees the eel through the looking glass lake.

"Hmm.. never had a patient turned on so much."

"Oh? Am I the first?"

"Um, actually... hee heee... no."

"Oh? And?"

"Hey, you're the one that's talking first, remember?"

"Um, one question, babe?"

"Yeah?"

"Did your hot encounter with your patient happen while in session?"

"Um, sort of. I mean, it wasn't in my office."

"Oh?"

"Yeah, it's a guy I met at the hospital. This married guy."

Supposingly, Mike was to have unraveled his tale, but Gary took off with
his first, forgetting the real purpose to the tub-talk.

"I mean I would never let this happen again. I was young, naive and
well.... horny."

"Oh? Young? And just how young were you?"

"Not 'that' young. I had to be around twenty-five or six."

"Hmm.. and how old was this married guy?"

"Around twenty-two."

"And in the hospital?"

"Yeah, his wife was the victim of a rape and I got to listen to him tell
his story."

"Oh, that's a sin. So the guy was shaken up pretty bad, huh?"

"Yeah, but hey, we're supposed to be talking about you, Mike."

"But you've already started and you can't stop in the middle of starting,
Gary."

"Oh... Alright, but then you tell me."

"Deal. So?"

"Okay, so this guy, Jason, tall, dark, handsome, beefy, hairy..."

"Um, okay, so in other words he looked a lot like me!"

"Haa ha ha.. yeah, in fact he did, except not as blonde hair. More dark
brown. More stocky, too."

"A chub, huh?"

"No, not quite. Not worked out. Anyway, so that first time we got to
talking and I told him I was gay."

"You came right out and told him?"

"Noooooo... he first told me about his curiosity."

"Oh. Okay. Go on."

"So, he asked me if I would help him find his true sexuality."

"Hmm... so you did make the ultimate sacrifice?"

"Broke the cardinal rule."

"Oh yeah?"

"Hmm... I can tell you're getting a lot out of this, Mike!"

"It's not bothering you, is it?"

"Ha ha ha ha... what a dumb question. I'm used to sitting in a bathtub,
with a boa constrictor pushing against my ass!"

"Hmm..."

Gary kept on with his story, telling about their first time together at a
motel, then the second time together at a motel and then their third time
together at his home, which had been an apartment at the time. Gary told
Mike that it hadn't been until their fourth time together that the fucking
started; Gary fucking Jason. Then each 'session' after that they
experienced a lust for each other.

"By the time our tenth or eleventh love making session had rolled around,
the guy was considering divorce."

"Did it make you feel bad?"

"In a way, but in many ways, it made him feel better because he wouldn't
have to go through life, lying to himself."

"And when did you stop seeing him?"

"Oh, I haven't. The only difference is that he comes to the office and has
his clothes on."

"And you don't feel awkward?"

"No. We have this understanding. I mean, okay, I do consider him more a
friend than a patient, but our sexual encounters have stopped."

"What does he talk about?"

"I can't tell you that. Sorry, Mike. My patients have rights and.."

"No problem, Gary. I understand. It's the same with me."

"Oh yeah. I guess that's right. So, what about your first affair?"

"Oh, this one wasn't my first affair, but like your's, it had been with a
married man."

"Oh?"

"Yeah and like your guy, he was curious... young... Latino..."

%

"Hi mom. Do you need help with anything?"

"Connor, didn't you check your cellphone?"

"My cellphone... my cellphone.. forgot to take it with me. Sorry mom."

Jim Faulkner could read something fishy on Mrs. Matthew's face. Like the
bringer of bad news more or less.

"Looks like you've been shopping."

"Yeah, we've got some really nice looking shirts on sale and ties to go
with them. You know, for tonight?"

"That's what I wanted to talk to you about, son.. Jim, please take a seat."

Right away, Jim and Conner could sense something wrong here.

"Don't tell me," Jim comes forwith, "my parents aren't coming for dinner."

"Jim, I'm sorry. Like you said, your mom needs time to sort things out."

"Dad wasn't too bad though, was he?"

"I didn't talk with your dad. Jim, I don't think your mom is very happy
with the whole situation and in fact, I'm not so sure she is thrilled that
you are gay. Just how much did you discuss with her about it?"

"Well, only that I was gay and that's it. There's not much else to say,
other than that."

"You did say that it didn't seem to phase your father?"

"No. He sat there, not really saying much. In fact, mom did most of the
talking."

"So, your father didn't actually 'say' the idea of his son being gay was
alright?"

"Well, no. Not in words. But it's my mom whom said plenty! Why?"

Conner sat there, taking the whole conversation in, not saying a word. Like
Jim, the two could not fathom the depth of the conversation that went on
between Jim's parents and Barbra Matthews.

"I'm sorry to have to relay this information to you Jim, but I overheard
your father in the background and he was absolutley livid at the idea of
you... and I have to apologize to you, Jim..."

"Huh? For what Mrs. Matthews? I mean mom?" Jim asks.

"I'm afraid that I've told them about you and Conner and the relationship
you intend on having."

"Oh."

Jim got up out of his chair. He took several paces towards the
fireplace. After placing both hands on the mantle, his head sunk, looking
down at the dark black wood from a previous warming.

Conner and his mom sat there for a moment, looking at each other. His mom
gestured forth, lips moving to mouth, 'I'm sorry'. Then both rising, she
walked over to where jim stood.

Placing her hands on his shoulders, she replied, "Jim, please forgive me. I
handled this whole thing very badly. Like most parents, they don't expect
things like this and it seems we can never be fully prepared to handle
situations like this. If there's anything I can do to make it up to you,
please let me know."

Her hands dropped from the seventeen year old's shoulders. Conner could see
a look on her face. That of a soldier who's lost the battle.

"Mom?"

Barbra, about to leave the room, turned. There, Jim faced her.

"I don't blame you for anything. If at all, it's my fault."

"It's not your fault, dear. You can't take upon your shoulders a condition
for some else's thoughts. Give them time. They'll come around."

"What do I say to them?"

"Tell them you love them."

Again, Conner stood in the wings, letting his mom and Jim have their
words. He thought to himself how lucky it is to have such a wonderful woman
for a mom. It's funny how another boy is bringing out all these loving
qualities of his mom. Like a scientist eyeing up an experiment, he's the
witness in seeing how the flower blossoms and blooms, taking the full
meaning of it's life.

Finally, he sees his mom and Jim reach out for each other, joining in a
warm hug. Conner closes in for the loving gathering, saying, "Thanks, mom."

%

"Looks like the phone has been busy, Steve!"

"Hmm.. wonder what 'fans' have been calling me."

Steve cranks up the volume on the answering machine, hitting
playback. First order of business spells out the message.

"Dinner? Tonight?"

"Hey, babe, when it comes to one of Bernice's grand meals, don't turn it
down."

"I suppose it would be easier than figuring out what our clan is having."

"Oh great, do you hear that?"

"You mean the message from 'Chief Washakie'?"

"Haa ha ha haa.. perfect, Barry. Yeah...."

The message comes in loud and clear. Something they hadn't intended on
taking in.

"What? School starts on Monday?"

"I thought he said Wednesday!"

As the message unfolds before them, Washakie spells out how the workmen's
toiling almost day and night has readied the West Richland High School for
normal student attendance.

"But our stuff is arriving Tuesday. Somebody has to be here to accept
everything, Steve."

"Don't bust a nut, babe. Maybe Matty or Chad could be here."

"Yeah, or even Sean?"

"Possibly. We can ask them tonight at dinner."

"Yes and Alonzo and I need to talk about 'Rectangulaire'."

"You two are really getting into that, huh?"

"Hey, we want to make it something substantial. If anything, if a teacher
doesn't know what they're doing, the first person that can tell, is the
student."

"True, Barry. That's all you need is to have a drama club, where you've
already got two hundred signed up and then see enrollment dropping like
flies. I agree."

"You agree on what?"

"Oh, hi Alonzo. Steve and I were just talking about you."

"If you want, I'll go hide someplace," Callan offers.

"Oh no you wouldn't," Steve replies, taking the Irishman's arm. While
they're talking shop, you and I can fix the drinks!"

"Shop?"

"Yeah, they have to talk about this drama club they're starting up."

"Drama? Ah, the love for the stage!" Callan replies, with an air of acting
in his vocal interpetation.

"You act?"

"Yeah. Sometimes like an idiot, Steve!"

"Oh that's good. Then maybe Barry will think more highly of me!"

"It's good to feel like I'm not the only one in the world."

With that subject behind them, Steve and Callan hit the 'butt' of the bar.

"Nicely stocked."

"What'll you have?"

"Are you, um... don't mean to insult you, Steve, but are you a 'good'
bartender?"

"Try me."

"Hmmm..."

"I meant from the bartender's guide, Callan!"

"I know," Callan replied, that 'look' on his face, when projecting thoughts
of a man's anatomy.

"Well, have you thought up a cocktail yet, Callan?"

"Pardon my bluntness, but do you know how to serve up a F*bleep*bleep*ked
Up Fuzzy?"

"Um, am I supposed to guess what the 'bleepy' part is?"

"Steve," Callan says, leaning on Steve's shoulder, a bit o'mischief in his
voice, "we're both gay men. I think we can be grown up about this."

"You... you're not going to... um, shoot cum into the drink, are you?"

"Haa ha ha ha haaa..."

Callan let out a roar of laughter.

"Oh, I'm sorry Steve."

Standing there, smiling, Steve replied, "Well, the way you act here,
Callan, it seems there's some veil of secrecy in the ingredients."

"Okay, let me tell you the story of how I happened upon the drink."

"Can we drink at the same time, or would it be hazardous to one's health,
Callan?"

"By all means. Let me tell you what to mix."

"Alright."

"First the vodka."

"Uh-oh... no vodka."

Sure enough, Steve upends the bottle. About a fifth of a jigger falls into
the cap.

"Oh well. So much for a fucked up fuzzy navel!"

"Oooh, you said it!"

"Steve, how many times in your life have you said the word, 'fuck'?"

"Hee hee... think I've thought it more than said it!"

"Oh, you're bad Steve. Okay, forget that drink."

"Why don't I just shake up Alonzo's favorite drink for you?"

"The pierced navel?"

"So, you know it already, huh?"

"Yes. Never had one, but..."

"I'll have one, too!" Comes the 'order' from the entrance to the room.

"That little ball start getting hot in your navel, Alonzo?"

"Hee heee... always. One of the reasons I got my navel pierced, Steve."

"I don't know, babe. My tongue kind of enjoyed it last night!"

"Ooooh, Callan's letting out all of your sex secrets, Alonzo?" Barry asks,
smiling.

Callan quickly changes the subject.

"Um, how is the drama club going?"

Steve helps him along, "Yeah, y'know Callan has some hidden talent."

Alonzo replies, more on a getting even streak, "Yes. He 'is' quite
talented," smiling at his lover.

"Yes, well," Barry carries on, "we've decided on the Madrigal play, the
costumes, dinner, music, singing..."

"How about a little dancing?"

"A little Irish jig, perhaps, Callan?"

"Steve, not for what we're planning."

Callan lets on to the three, "Yes, but I am a good dancer."

"Oh? What period?"

"I'm best at slowdancing, however...."

"Mmmmm..." Alonzo replies to the statement.

"I think I can whip up some Rennaisance dance for you" pronoucing the word
'dance' very British, to rhyme with 'sance'. "C'mon Alonzo, I'll show you a
few steps."

"Who me?"

"Sure. C'mon. Stand next to me here. Barry, grab Steve and stand behind
us."

'Grab him, huh?' Barry questioned his thoughts. After both of them being so
tired last night to do much lovemaking, he wanted to grab Steve's ass more
than for a quick cha-cha-cha!

"How do we do this, Callan?"

"Just follow the steps that I've taught Alonzo."

Barry and Steve move in the same footsteps, Steve with one hand behind his
back. Barry bows at all the appropriate places, ending a cycle of the
ancient dance. The first bow, Steve thinks he's supposed to bow too and the
two klunk heads.

"Ouch! Steve, you're supposed to be on my right."

"Hee hee... I'm used to you coming up the middle, babe!"

"That's lying down, Steve. We're standing up, if you haven't noticed."

"All the same to me.. mmm... think I'm getting hungry."

"Hmm..." Barry sighs, "You'll just have to wait til the sun goes down."

"Hee heee.. maybe it'll get a little cloudy!"

"How are you two doing?" Callan yells over to the two.

"Just dandy, Callan!" Steve calls back.

"I think we need to speed up the beat, babe."

"Steve, there's not even music playing."

"Then maybe we need some?"

Steve sneaks over to the entertainment system. Taking out a CD, he places
it on, keying to one of his favorite disco numbers. He jacks up the volume.

"What did you put on?"

"A little bit'o'Estefan!" Steve gives his best Irish interpetation, then
giggling.

In a flash, the song, 'Party Time' starts blasting out of the
speakers. Steve and Barry look over at the other couple. They're both
saying something, but Steve pulls on his ear to tell them that he 'no can
hear'!

The beat must've been blaring through the floorboards. After about two
minutes, others began to filter into the dance hall.

"C'mon guys! Pair off!" The announcement came from Philip.

No sooner had the squirts start bopping than the other four boys entered.

"Want to try it Mark?"

"Sure!" He tells Eric.

Over the past couple of weeks, the straight Barr boys, Mark and Tom have
been hanging with the two gay Clark boys, Denis and Eric. Unlike their
ages, fourteen year old Tom had paired off with sixteen year old
Denis. Claiming to be totally straight, one night, with their dad's
permission, the two explored some 'cock'n'ball-handling'. Tom never did
fall to his knees, but he did let Denis get on his. Rather, Tom lay back in
the bed, fully denuded and allow the older boy lick and suck him. They
wound up side by side, Denis jerking himself off, then taking hold of Tom's
cock and bringing him to fruition. Since then they haven't had any bed fun,
but it's most likely not their last encounter.

Mark Barr, whom is sixteen, would have made a match for Denis, however he
instead found fourteen year old Eric to pal around with. As already known
by the four, Mark had some bi tendencies, so the transition to play around
with Eric came a lot more smoothly. Unlike Denis and Tom, they've had quite
a few times together. On their bike rides, even though the four traveled
together, at some 'off the road' places, Tom and Denis would walk and talk,
while Mark and Eric would pursue some other nature walk activity; that
having to do with the birds and the birds!

Getting back to the dance party, Denis and Tom found themselves a coke from
the bar, watching the male teams dancing around. They laughed at how the
squirts danced wildly, connecting arms and swinging each other around as if
doing some kind of upbeat square dancing.

For the first time, Barry noticed his son, Mark, pairing off with a guy,
Eric. He nudged Steve to take a look.

Steve leaned into Barry's ear, to tell him, "Three down and one to go!"

"Tom? I don't think so!" Barry yelled back.

Steve looked up in just enough time to see two more enter, words being
asked, but not heard, 'Hello! Anybody home?' Sean and Jacq walked in
through the double door opening.

"Hey look! It's Jock and Sean!"

"Let's get them dancing, Philip!"

"Okay!"

The young boys had been so alive with dancing their little asses off that
it had excited their own being. Compelled, they wanted to share it! Aidan
took ahold of Jacq's hand and Philip took Aidan's brother's two hands,
leading him into the center of the room. Jacq and Sean looked at each other
and smiled, letting themselves be taken hostage by the rhythm and boys.

Sean felt a tap on his shoulder and Philip allowed him to be taken away by
Chad. Philip didn't mind, getting to dance with Matty, Chad's hunk-lover!

It had been one of those CD's Steve burned for himself one lazy afternoon,
grouping all of his favorite disco hits of the past. One led to next until
something reminded Barry about 'Rectangulaire', the high school drama club.

"Hey! That reminds me!"

"What? You've been to the Copacabana?"

"No, Steve.... Richie Manilow... be right back!"

However, instead of letting Barry run solo, Steve followed and as he
interrupted Alonzo, stepping in the middle, excusing himself. Callan
smiled, laughing at Alonzo's reaction. However when Barry began talking up
'Rectangulaire', mentioning fundraising and the 'Manilow connection', he
was quickly forgiven.

"So, what you're saying is, 'play dumb'?"

"Sure. We're knew to him and Richie doesn't know us from Adam."

"True."

"Besides, Maybe Barry's never been knighted!" Alonzo forsees Richie's uncle
portraying the most important figure in the Madrigal play, the king.

Suddenly the music cut off to dead silence.

"Not again, dad!" Eric calls out to his father for the umpteenth time.

Alonzo calls over to Steve, meaning for Callan to take in the remark, also,
"Uh-oh, looks like we might be getting a lemon here!"

Steve replies cheerfully, but embarrassed, "Hey, I'm not trying to pull
anything over on any of you guys. It's one of those things that unless it's
in the testing it, it's not going to fail. Be right back."

"I'll go with you, Steve," Callan says.

"Yeah, check it out Callan. Make sure you assess how much Steve is going to
have to deduct from the purchase price," Alonzo tells him.

Steve clears his throat, looking directly at Alonzo, rubbing his left
middle finger with his right hand. He knew the smaller boys wouldn't get
the meaning. The mid teens might. For sure, Matty, Chad, Sean, Jacq, as
well as Barry and Alonzo laughed at the gesture. The humor kept up as Steve
and Callan went for the basement door.

As in the forest, during the Squirt Club meeting, Matty felt two smaller
hands grasp his. His two SC friends, Diego and Frankie had attached
themselves.

"Are you guys afraid of the dark?"

"My daddy lets me sleep with a night light on," Diego reported to Matty.

"I like to have one on, myself."

"But Matty, you're all growed up!" Frankie replies, at the discovery.

"Yeah, but even though I'm not afraid of the dark, it helps in case I have
to get up to go to the jon or something. I don't want to stub my toe on
anything."

"Did you?"

"Oh sure. Hurt like heeck!"

Chad nudged Matty, knowing that he caught himself from cursing in front of
the youngsters. By this time, Denis had retrieved a couple of candles from
behind the bar and had them placed in candleholders, all lit.

Philip asks, "Do you and Chad do stuff in the light, then?"

"Oh, you mean like stub our toes... why no, that's why we have the..."

"Noooooo, Matty, like gay stuff?"

"Sure, Philip," still alluding the raw facts, Matty leads the kid on, "we
like to watch TV, a DVD with the lights..."

"Nooooooo, not that Matty. Not watching the queer folk. Do you do like the
queer folk do in bed... sex?"

"Sex? Ooooooh, that kind of stuff."

Chad jumps in with, "You're not supposed to ask that kind of stuff,
Philip."

"I asked Matty. Not you, Chad!"

"Oooooh, Philip!" Aidan replies, "Talking to your brother like that."

"If I was Chad," Matty replies, "I'd come over there, pull down those
britches and give your ass a whacking you'd never forget!"

"Not with my buddy Aidan here!"

"What is this now? Ganging up on me?"

Matty could see where this was heading, as he sensed the two little devils
getting their tinkling fingers reved up!

Sean speaks up, saying, "Don't take that from the squirts, Chad. Show them
who's boss!"

By this time, Chad had stood and headed in Philip's and Aidan's
direction. This time though, he had back up. Sean stepped in the same
direction.

"C'mon guys!" Philip called on his fellow militiamen, Diego and Frankie.

Like two actors, Chad and Sean took on the four young guys. That is until
four became six, with the addition of Mark and Eric. Soon they had reduced
Sean and Chad to uproars of laughter, flat out on their backs, on the
floor. Again, Chad used his wild siren of laughter, Sean taking the hint to
liven up the charade.

%

"Conner?"

"Yeah Jim?"

"I'm kind of scared to go home."

"I thought of that too. What do you think your parents are going to say?"

"Well, I'm sure I'm going to hear it from my mom."

"Do you think it would have made a difference if she wasn't your step mom,
Jim?"

"Could be. She's never been like a real mom to me. And whatever she says,
my dad goes along with. Y'know Conn, I've always had this impression that
he loves her more than me."

"But, you said he accepts the fact that you're gay."

"Yeah, but..."

"What Jim?"

Placing his arms around Jim's slumping body, Conner hugged him tightly.

"I love you, Jim and we're both going to see this through."

"I know Conn. Just hold me, please."

For Jim, the only thing in the world that kept his hopes up of ever getting
over this hurdle are the feelings the two had for each other. He knew his
dad cared, but it had been ages since he's heard the words, 'I love you',
directed at himself and not 'her'.

"Jim, you've got to go home."

"I know, Conn."

"It's not that I don't want you here, you know that, right?"

"Yeah, I know. I can't stay away forever."

"Want me to go with you?"

"No. Thanks Conn. I'd love to have you along, but I think it's best that I
deal with this by myself."

"Will you call me later?"

"Sure. As soon I get a moment."

"So, pulling his jacket to his arms, Jim fastened the zipper, moving it up
to half-abs position.

"Love you, Jim."

"I love you too," Conner replied.

>From the wings, before heading out the door, Conner's mom said, "Things
will work out for you Jim. I know they will. I'll be praying for you."

"Thanks.... mom."

With a small smile, Jim left, climbing into his car and them pulling out
the drive.

"Mom, do you think things are really going to go right with Jim's family?"

"Right or not so right, things will work out. I'm not saying that this will
come about right away, but time has a way of working towards the good."

"Thanks mom."

"Conner?"

"Yes, mom?"

"I wanted to tell you that I think you have a nice boyfriend. I like Jim."

"Y'mean I picked out a good one?"

"Or maybe it's he who picked out the good one?"

Jim was a bunch of nerves riding home. Talking to himself and wondering
what the 'rents are going to say. He almost went through a red light. At
times during his travels he wished that he had brought Conner along with
him for the ride. However, he knew he had to face his family alone. For
them to see the boy he loved with him would add more kindling to the fire,
as Jim saw it. He looked both ways at the stop sign.  Donovon's delivery
truck moved along, neglecting to turn on the headlights. Jim wouldn't have
seen it barreling down the hill. His mind very preoccupied caused his
senses to evade the danger, even with the ten seconds before impact.

%

get out the tissues.... continued.........

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