Date: Wed, 11 May 2005 22:28:02 -0400 (EDT) From: T Chase Subject: Nature Walk 38 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" 38 (M/t oral anal shower) wriTten by T. Chase McPhee % "Good morning!" "Oh... hi Zach." "Hee heee..." "What?" "Did you enjoy your first blowjob, Patrick?" "I think." "Hee heeee.. nothing was going to keep you from shutting those eyes." "I'm sorry. Did I like it?" "I'm joking. When I saw you dozing off I gave up." "I feel bad." "Don't, Patrick. Afterall, it's no fun when you're not awake to enjoy it." "I'm enjoying it now." "I agree. You're nice to hold, too. That's the least satisfaction I got out of being together." "Oooooh and I'm sorry I wasn't there to be with you, Zach." "Geesh, don't feel so guilty, Patrick. I mean it's not like our last time we'll be together." "I really can't believe everything's that happened to me." "Are you happy, Patrick?" "Yeah I am, Zach. For the first time in my life I feel really relaxed." Zach feels something move under the covers. "Go ahead, Patrick. My body is your's now." "I felt kind of funny doing it. Sure it's alright?" "That answer your question?" Zach had again guided Patrick's hand, this time to his pubes, laying his hand right on his semi-flaccid mass. "I know this is gonna sound strange, Zach, but I've always wanted to feel up a guy's cock and balls." "I'd do the same to you, Patrick, but you still look a little tender." "I think Zach. I hope I never go through that again. It's no fun getting my balls pelted with a 2x4!" "I'd hardly think so. I mean, I know some guys are into that stuff." "What stuff?" "Um, getting their balls roughed up." "That's sick!" "To each his own." "You... you haven't had that done, have you Zach?" "Oh no. Not me, but I know a guy that 'was' into it." "And he liked having his balls pounded on?" "Um, maybe not pounded on, but stretched." "Eeek!" "Yeah, right? So, what do you want to do today, Patrick?" "Lie here with you?" "Oooh, that's so sweet." "Zach?" "What hon?" "That's the second time you've called me that." "Yeah, I know. It just seems natural for me to call you that. Probably because you're so sweet." "Like honey?" "Yeah, like the honey from down here." "OOooh..." "Sorry, hon. Did I hurt you?" "Only a little bit. My balls hurt." "And how about this?" "Oh man that feels good!" "That means tonight you're going to love the cock sucking I'm going to give you, Patrick." "Will I get to suck your's, Zach?" "If you want to. We'll see how it goes and go with the flow." "Have you ever tasted a guy's cum, Zach?" "Yeah. Once. I was real young. Maybe fourteen or fifteen. Two guys messing around." "I've wanted to see what it tastes like." "Help yourself!" "Myself?" Instead, Zach helped Patrick. Giving himself a few strokes, he abled himself to draw a large bead of precum from his fountain of youth. "Open up!" Zach laughed as Patrick's eyes bugged out, looking at the stretch of goo between his index finger and thumb. "Go on, Patrick. It's not going to poison you!" As if a bad tasting medicine, Patrick closes his eyes and opens his orifice. Zach puts his hand in. His lover sucks on it like a piece of taffy. "Well?" "It's okay." "Yeah, not as good as when you've got a heap of it!" "Do you think sometime I can taste it when you shoot your load?" "Sure. No problem." "I heard that some guys shoot it down into their stomachs without even tasting it. That right?" "Yeah. When a cock is buried in the guy's throat." "Doesn't it make him choke or turn purple or something?" "Choke? Yeah, a little til they get used to it, though I haven't heard of any guy turning purple, Patrick." "Oh. Wouldn't be such a proud reason on a death certificate, I guess." % When Juan stirred awake he had to piss and piss bad. Only thing is, he had been pinned as if at the bottom of a pile of wrestlers. His first step had been loosen one of his legs. Placing his sole against the side of Max's side, he gave a push. "Heeeeey!" Max yelled, tumbling off the side of the bed. Juan apologized, "Ooops!" Feeling real mischevious at the moment, he wanted to free up his shoulder, so reaching underneath, he gripped a nip. "Owwwwwch! Heeeeey!" Jake yelled out. It worked! Just long enough to pry his shoulder free. Jake, being tired, looked strangely at Juan and then his face plunged back into the bed. To his lover, Miguel, he became more passionate and understanding, stirring him awake gently. "Meeeeeeegaaaaaaal..." He didn't awaken, so Juan slid out from underneath his half chest position and then freed himself. "Free at last!" Juan half shouted, in a whispered tone. "Gotcha!" "Had me!" Juan giggled, telling Max, as he broke the ankle hold his hand had on him. "Rats! Where you going?" "Take a wizz." "Can I come?" "Now you 'know' that Miguel and I don't go for that group stuff, Max." "Poor sport!" Max knew, as he sat there on the floor, bed supporting his back, floor supporting his balls and tip of his cock. >From the bed came a low keyed voice, "You can shower together, but I better not catch you doing anything else!" "Thanks Miguel!" Came Max's jovial thank you, shaking Miguel's foot, as he used it for leverage to get up. While the two entered the jon, Miguel looked at the pile of manflesh spread on the bed in front of him. What an invitation to touch. 'Yeah,' he thought. 'Wouldn't hurt to touch.' Something that drew his attention vastly, last night, had been Jake fucking the pile of ass. Man, would have loved to have been on top doing the lot! He got to wondering if Jake had ever had his cherry taken. Would be nice to sink his tool into a nice tight, virgin ass. After hearing the faucets turn off, his mind focused back into the future tense. "Your turn, Miguel." "What do you mean?" "He means," Juan walks into the room, dry as a bone, "it's our turn, hombre!" "But, you two?" Right at that moment, Miguel reinforced his vow to never take on another man's ass! % Thinking a chance of finding him there, Mike poked his head in through the opening door to Gary's office. Right away he spotted young Conner sort of wrapped up in a blanket. His eyes remained glued to the hiked up shirt and slightly tugged down jeans that revealed a slice of the pie and small of his back. "Um, don't strain your eyes, Mike!" Now getting used to the mostly darkened room, Mike saw his lover's head alert at his desk. "Oh, I didn't see you there!" "I know... hee hee heeee..." "And what's that sinister laugh for?" "Catching you in the act?" "Told you these young jocks don't have anything over on you, Gary," Mike said, crossing the room and then planting a kiss on his lover's lips. The phone rings, which prompts Gary to tear out of the kiss phase. "Oh, one second!" Picking up, it's his call back from his spy, in the field. "Yes, Maria... oh? Yeah? Okay... even that's welcome news. Thanks so much.. yes? Oh that's a shame... oh, I'm so sorry... of course I'll be willing to see the boys... you've got it. Just let me know when you're ready... oh, you're welcome and thanks for the information... bye." "What's up?" "Good news and bad news. Jim Faulkner is going to be alright. Other than a broken nose, his injuries are minor." "And the bad news?" "Oh man does this suck. Two boys and their mom, involved in the crash. The mom had a heart attack and died." "That 'does' suck. The father must be devastated." "There is 'no father'!" "Oh, those poor boys." "Yeah, you're telling me. Dr. Scalia asked me to stop by later and talk with them." "Do they know?" "No. That's the idea. She's leaving the grim tale of telling the boys, to me!" "Well, you can count on me being with you, babe." "That would mean a lot to me, Mike. Thanks." "I'm kind of bushed. Ready to go home, babe?" "Not quite. I have to see to Connor here. At least that's some good news for him." "I'll say. Between himself, with the gay bashing incident and now his lover gettting in the accident, he's had it tough." It dawned on Gary, when Mike mentioned the 'gay bashing', of what to do about Patrick's recent confession. He didn't wish to get in the habit of keeping things from Mike. However, this would be more of a volunteer effort, for Patrick, rather than for himself to meddle in, his rationale went. "What?" "Huh?" "Seems like you were in deep thought there for a minute." "Oh, nothing. Suppose, like you, I'm wiped out." "Yeah, except for maybe being a little horny?" "Believe you me, Mike. There's nothing more that I'd like than being stripped with you, in bed." "Listen, I'm going to go home, get out of uniform, shower and then I'll be back." "Oh, do me a favor?" "Sure, anything, Gary. You know that." "I know. First give me a kiss." "Mmmmm... love favors like that!" The second favor was to be bring Gary back a fresh set of clothing. He figured, like happened occasionally, that he would get stuck at the hospital, plus he needed to do followup on Maria's request, a little later on. "I can see your point, babe. Those boys are going to be really in need of somebody when they wake up. How about next of kin?" "I don't know. I don't think they got that far yet." "Well, you leave that to me. I'll call my seargent buddy, Will, down at the station. He'll find out." "Okay, check at the front desk for their information. If anybody gives you a problem, have them give me a call." "You kidding? Maggie and I are like this!" Mike says, holding up two fingers. "Hmm... you've cheated on me already, huh Mike?" "Oh gross, Gary. Totally gay here, remember?" "Yeah. Sorry 'bout that. Didn't mean to gross you out, Mike!" "No problem. See ya later, babe." After a short kiss, Mike made his exit. As he left, a knock came at his door. "Oh yes, come in Mrs. Matthews." "Did you hear the news about Jim?" "Yes." "That Dr. Scalia is a saint. She kept me posted all night." "Hmm... more than she kept 'me' posted!" "Oh, I'm sorry Dr. Roberts. I didn't mean to step on any toes." "Nooo, no problem from this end. Don't you worry a thing about that." "That Dr. Scalia is such a lovely woman and I might add, seeing her rush around, a wonderful doctor." "I'm very glad she stayed in touch with you." "Oh, Maria's a doll. Why she had me parked in the cafeteria and joined me whenever she could for coffee. She wouldn't hear of me spending a dime!" "That's Maria!" "Well, I've invited her over for dinner this evening. Would you and your... um, friend like to join us?" "Friend?" "The police officer. I'm sorry I didn't get his name." "Oh, you mean Officer Green. Yes, Mike Green. I do have a confession to make, though Mrs. Matthews." "Please call me Barbra." "If you'll drop the Dr. Roberts and call me, Gary." "Sure. And that confession, Gary?" "Only between you and I, I'm gay and Mike is my lover." Barbra chuckled. She saw the quizzical look on Gary's face. "I'm sorry. I wasn't laughing at you." "Oh? Then?" "Actually, I... I was hoping to discuss something personal with you." "No problem." "Is my son sleeping?" "Yes. I think Conner has a couple of more hours of guaranteed rest left in his veins." "I thank you for taking care of him," Barbra replied, walking over to the couch and like a caring mom, adjusted the blanket to cover up the portion of Conner's bare back. "He's a real nice kid." "Yes and Jim is too. I'm very happy that they have each other." Gary didn't turn the lights on, but instead tilted the blind to allow the first light of morn stream on through. He pulled a chair from in front of his desk, to the rear, rolling his own chair over by the bay window. "Now, what can I do for you, Barbra?" "It's not much of a problem and I don't think Conner will have much of a fuss over it." "Does this have to do with Jim?" "Actually. No. It has to do with me." "Oh?" "Yes. You see, I think Maria and I are becoming very close friends." "Oh, Maria is like that. When I first met her, it didn't take long and..." "No, I'm sorry Gary. I did very badly at explaining that." "Oh?" Gary should have recognised the pattern of thought, but the total surprise of Barbra Matthews' wanting to share a burden and how to present it, threw him a curve. "I'm not sure how to explain this, but it's sort of the relationship like you and Officer Green have." "We're gay," came Gary's only response. "Yes. There you have it, Gary." "We're gay," Gary replied, still not fully getting Barbra's synonymous meaning. "On, but I am sorry. I think with ladies, it's called being a lesbian?" "You? You and Dr. Scalia?" This time Barbra's laughing signified the total surprise on Gary's face. "Nooooooo!" "Oh, excuse me for laughing." "Well," Gary finally enlightened, replied, "you sure threw me for a loop there, Barbra. Wow! You have me totally flabberghasted!" "Being new to me, all this gay and lesbian stuff, to put it frank, I don't know exactly how to explain it out plainly," Barbra motioned with her head to her son snoring away on the sofa. "Then it's me that should be apologizing for my superfluity." "Hey, you start talking like that and I'll have to run for a dictionary, Gary. This is a girl with a high school education, only!" "I'm sorry. My loss for the right words, rather." "I think you get what I'm talking about." "Yes. Very much so." "Now Maria and I aren't really the problem. Telling Connor how I feel, is. How do I do it, Gary?" "That I'll have to give some thought on. But, think about it yourself, Barbra. I know that Conner recently told you about his relationship with Jim. How did you accept it?" "At first I thought... Hah! I think I had a jealous streak, but then I thought about how happy Conner had been before the gay bashing incident. Then when it happened, how much support Jim had given Conner. Tell you the truth, Gary, Conner and Jim didn't need to say anything about their relationship. I could see the closeness in the two." "Mighty perceptive of you, Barbra." "I'm actually proud of my son for 'picking out' such a nice boy as Jim." "He 'is' a nice boy. He and Conner make a loving couple." "Thanks for saying so, Gary. It means a lot to me and I'm so happy that nothing serious has befallen Jim." "Oh, me too." "So, you'll think on this for me?" "Yes and I think Mike and I can fit it in our schedule to stop in for dinner." "That would be wonderful, Gary. Maria also informed me that she can arrange for Jim to be released from the hospital." "Just out of curiosity, has Jim's folks been to the hospital to see him?" "Now that you mention it, Gary, um no. Maria did mention that a call had been placed to the house." "Oh, now there's another problem we have to worry about." "If Jim is only seventeen, doesn't someone have to be responsible to sign him out of the hospital." "I'm not sure how that works, Barbra. Good question." % "C'mon! Everybody up!" Miguel yelled out. He and Juan had just vacated the shower, torso-toweled. While Terry, Noah and Jake had slept on, Max, already showered, had donned a pair of briefs and tee shirt, descended on the kitchen to make it come alive with scents of coffee, bacon and other sizzling delights. "Aaaarrrrrghhh!" Terry yawned, then asked, "What time is it?" "Quarter past showertime for you three amigos!" Juan replied. "Okay. Guess I'll go first. Hey! Where's Max?" "Smells like he beat me to the kitchen, hombre!" Right away Juan unwraps his thighs. Jake, becoming more alert, says, "Nice way to wake up," of course commenting on Juan's unveiling. "You can look, but don't touch, Jake!" Miguel warns, already seeing the reputation Jake is getting. "Hey, no problem, man. I can hear that Terry has the shower warming up for us, Noah!" Passing by Miguel, he smiles, taking hold of the towel from his hand. "No sense wasting the linens!" Miguel replies, "It's the closest you'll get to me, Jake," then smiles. Walking into the steamy jon, Jake hears the faucet begin to get turned off. "No, leave it on, for us, Terry!" "Sure, Jake." Stepping out, Jake is 'nice' enough to hand Terry a towel to dry off on! "Aaaaahhhhhh this feels great. Do me a favor, Noah and soap up my back?" Noah looks in front of him at the back and ass facing him. One of Jake's hands leans on the wall, clenched around the shower head pipe. The other over his shoulder, handing him the cake of soap. Just as Noah goes to reach for the soap, Jake withdraws it. "On second thought, I could really use a blow job. How 'bout it, babe?" "Listen, Jake..." Noah doesn't know why, just as he's about to lay it on the line with Jake, regarding being a total top, the turning body stops him dead in his tracks. The water-doused, dark brown hair, forming a single line between Jake's eyes, makes him look so adorable. Then the 'painted' brown chest of hair, with the single, soaked, defined trail, descending to the deep bellyhole and the treasure trail, leading to the extended cock makes him want to submit so badly. The total opposite reaction intended. "I thought you liked it when I fucked your ass, Noah? Sure felt awesome to me. You have such a hot asschamber!" "I...um," Noah didn't think ever in all his born days that he would think of submitting to a top guy. That was himself, a total top. He felt that feeling slowly begin to turn to putty. "Uh, yeah. It felt good, Jake." Smiling, Jake closed in on Noah, placing his hands on Noah's torso and then bringing their bodies together for a joint venture in 'wet' kissing. "Y'know I'm crazy about you, Noah?" "I like you too, Jake." "No, I'm more than liking you, Noah." Then, as if not totally confused by his vocal interpetations, he became even more stymied by Jake's differing actions. Sliding his hands down Noah's thighs, Jake slipped his knees down to the base of the tub. With the showerhead shooting straight at Noah's pubes, the back of Jake's head now took the brunt of the flow, as he caressed the semi-soft member in between his lips. Noah, regaining composed, as a top, ran his hands along the tops of Jake's shoulder, one hand eventually combing through his wet locks. "Ooooooh," he groaned as more of himself lay on Jake's tongue, lips forming a perfect 'O', to massage his tool. Jake always had this idea affixed in his mind that the man he would make his, would ride on a two way thoroughfare, if he found him to be a top, too. He figured it, in his rule book, to be part of the game of love. Sure, he knew himself to be a bit dominant, but he wanted his man to be happy too, when it came to sex. Noah felt awesome, yet he couldn't put his finger on the logic of all this. Everything that happened up to now, pointed to Jake being a total top. However, now this dominant-crazed topguy yielded to givng him an awesome blowjob. Like he knew Jake felt, he too wanted to grind his hips at the entrance to his ass. Reaching upwards, Jake latched onto the purely smooth pecs. His thumbs pressed into Noah's firm nubs. His fingers played along the edges of pec muscle. "Ooooooh.." Noah sighed, the coarse massaging of his nips tranforming to pure pleasure down yonder. "No, wait, babe!" Jake called out, as Noah began moving his torso, as if pumping an ass. Jake rose, turning the showerhead towards, the wall. Taking the bar of soap, he lubed up Noah's cock, then his own asshole. Leaning towards the back of the tub, he placed both hands in the corner pockets. "You... you want me to fuck you, Jake?" "Not unless you don't want to?" He stood, looked over his shoulder and winked. "But I thought you were total top, Jake?" "Yeah, me too. Except for the guy I'm crazy about. Ever hear of equal time?" A louder than usual slap could be heard echoing through the shower area, as Noah spanked Jake's ass harshly. Jake didn't flinch a muscle, except for his legs and arms, as he once again bowed over. Noah needed little firming up, but still soaped up his 8c tool, sliding his hand up and down, finally resting against his deep blond pubic region. His other hand fed his tube into Jake's ass crevice. "Oh man is this gonna hurt!" Noah informed Jake. Like Jake didn't know. After all, he knew himself that his cherry asshole wasn't all that wide. Arching his back, he gasped when he felt Noah's cockhead knocking at the door. "Akkkkkkkk! Oooooh!" Noah backed out. "No man... do it! Fucking shove it in!" "But, Jake?" "I'm taking it for you babe! Do it!" The total truth finally jogged Noah's comprehension. With that one hand still holding his cock in place, he slapped his other hand on Jake's right shoulder, as if utilizing it as leverage to jab his stake in. "Akkkkkkkk! Akkkkkkkkk! Oh fuckin' shit!" Jake called out, arching his back once more, then contorting his face and squinting his eyes closed, as if someone were pricking his body with a knife. Trying to ignore Jake's pain, Noah slowly pressed onward. Soon he felt his pubes come into contact with Jake's ass. "Oooooooooh!" Jake gasped, finally easing his termperament into the relaxation mode. "Ya okay?" "Yeah... oh man do I feel full!" "Get used to it, babe," Noah said, laughing jokingly. "Yeah, I know," Jake said, looking back over his shoulder, forcing a smile. Noah could tell Jake wasn't all that use to the 'getting it' idea! % "And that's why we pray," The pastor of the church finished up his children's sermon. "Now the children may be excused to Sunday school." About a quarter of the Sunday school seemed to be made up of the Clark-Barr-Romano clan. Church folks giggled when they heard Philip ask, "Where do we go Aunt Bernice?" So Bernice got up from her pew and ushered the new arrivals to the back of the church and then down the stairs to the classrooms. "Makes the church look empty, huh?" Steve observed, mentioning it to Barry. Callan says to his partner, "Sure emptied out the place!" Barry asks Steve, "I wonder what Chad's going to be doing?" Before Steve could answer, Barry gave him the 'seal the lips' sign, when the choir stood up to sing an anthem. Used to being in the concert hall, but not a church, Barry began applauding at the end of their 'performance' for the Lord. Steve did too, following Barry. Soon, the whole church picked up on the idea. Barry's red face mellowed out. "Well, there's nothing wrong with showing our appreciation in the choir's fine performance for our Lord!" Pastor Greg replied, his two hands slapping together. While the applause still reigned, Barry turned to Steve and said, "Hot looking preacher man, huh?" "Sure. Just 'cause he covered your ass!" However, Steve, in his own right mind, thought the young preacher kind of a looker, too! % As Noah began reaching climax, he took no mercy in account to pounding Jake hard. He also took on the dominant position, shooing Jake's hand away from his own cock. After pumping his load out and in, his smooth chest rested on Jake's back. His hand pumped furiously, sliding the soapy matter up and down Jake's 8.5c, until he yelled out loud. Streams of white goo shot into the bowels of the tub, mixing with the water, proceeding slow and oozily towards the drain. Noah, upon standing, dragged Jake's body upwards with his. Jake turned around and they became as one, their exhausted shafts mingling. After a few minutes, Jake steadied the stream of shower spray on them. This time Noah took it upon himself to slowly soap up Jake's back and every place else! % "You know, Juan, you and Max make a good team," Terry said. "Yeah," Max teased, "In the olden days we 'were' a good team!" "Um, Max, you want this coffee in your lap?" "Oh, sorry Miguel!" Of course Miguel kidded, but Max got the message. "Y'know, I'm not really kidding guys. You two could go into the resaurant business. Fry up some breakfast." "Listen hombre. I'm going to school to be a fine cook, not some greasy spoon attendant!" "Yeah, Terry. What do you think?" Max scorned his lover. "Okay... alright... I know when I'm being ganged up on. I take it back!" Miguel adds, "However I think if Max ever got himself together and declared a 'major', that something could be in the works." "Alright, it's a toss up between business and cooking, okay?" Max gave in to the pressure. "Both go together, Max." "Yeah, I know, but I think I'd rather do the business part." Terry adds, "Max hates doing dishes." "Well, look what the cat dragged in!" Miguel says when Jake and Noah walk into the kitchen. Juan says, "Oh good. Now I can get some hot water out of the sink." "Hey, sorry. I guess Jake and I got a little carried away." "A little Noah? We could hear Jake groaning all the way down here!" Miguel replied. "No way!" Noah said, as they both turned crimson. Jake says, "That obvious, huh?" "I guess this means a celebration is in order, hombres." Going to the wine cooler, Juan pulls an extra champaygne out. "Here, I'll pull that for you, Juan honey," Miguel offers. "Mucho bueno! I'll get the glasses!" Heading off to their finest crystal, Juan returns with waterford hanging from the stems. "Here, let me help you," Terry offers. "Oh no you don't, Terr... Waterford's expensive. Not to be handled by klutzes!" Instead Max helps Juan, dashing back to get two more. "Um, this is nice of you guys." In reality, Jake comes from an unfriendly family life. His mom remarried and he doesn't think his step-father as being too swift. The mom sees it the dad's way, so it's another reason he never brought up the subject of being gay. There's two other children, biologically engineered from the father's side, so Jake is more or less treated like 'shit'. It's been that way for a number of years, so any matter of kindness shown to him, is like being treated like gold. "You're going to do that for me?" "For us, Jake!" Noah corrects him. "Yeah. Sorry. I forgot. Us," Jake realizes, smiling. Noah sees something different in Jake, even as if an overnight transformation. He isn't so pushy. Maybe the giving in to being fucked has had something to do with it. "Okay guys, here's to Jake and Noah!" Juan heralds the new couple. "You didn't do that for Terry and I, Juan." "Oh poor baby," Miguel replies. Noah is surprised again, when he hears from Jake's lips, "Well then here's to you two guys!" "Here! Here!" Noah rings out, before joining the other's in a sip. Terry doesn't leave Juan and Miguel out, saying, "And here's to good friends!" They settle down to breakfast, imbibing more in the cool drink than the coffee. "Um, Terry, you and Max serious about offering us a place to stay?" "Sure, if you and Noah are interested." "Well," Noah replies, "I originally intended on staying at my friend's place, but I like this idea better." Jake asks, "Was this in your friend's bed or house in general, Noah?" "House. Like room, but not his room?" Noah quickly covers himself. "So, what do you say?" Max needles. "I'm for it. I wouldn't mind giving up the dump I live in," Jake more than gladly surrenders. "It's cool with me. I hope I can get a partial refund from the dorm. Could set us up with a couple of months rent money for you guys." "We weren't thinking of charging you any rent." "Oh yes, Terry. I..." Jake looks at Noah, their hands connecting, "we insist." "Fine with us. We'll apply it towards utilities. The place is paid for." "It's the least we can do for room and board." "Oh, I guess Terry didn't explain himself." "Apparently not, Max," Terry agrees with his lover. "Oh?" Noah asks. "Yeah, this is a duplex. Two completely separate apartments." "Hey, that's cool with me," Jake agrees most readily. Noah agrees. In fact he loves the idea of separate apartments, so that they don't get in each other's ways, like happened last night in bed! % how cozy..... 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.