Date: Thu, 19 May 2005 11:51:34 -0400 (EDT) From: T Chase Subject: Nature Walk 40 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" 40 (M/t oral anal) wriTten by T. Chase McPhee % "Guess what?" "What Matty?" "Need another shower." "Well, if you hadn't shot such an humongous load!" "Hey, don't mock me bro... felt like you shot the whole Mississippi up my ass!" "Mississippi? Going upstream or down river?" "Both! And another thing..." "More beautiful complaints?" Chad replied, giving Matty a quickie kiss. "What?" "For a high school boy you sure can fuck ass damn good!" "I guess I should take that as a sophisticated-plus answer coming from one, Matty Bridges, college jock!" Chad laughed after spelling out the title, much like one would render, 'Bond: James Bond,' a hand forming the brass plated door address. "Yeah... yeah... keep the compliments coming." "C'mon, I'll soap ya up this time." Chad led the way, pulling at Matty's wrist, to dislodge him from the bed. As they did, the goo began running from the place it shot up to, mid pectoral region, down the dark trail. That is until Matty's hand massaged it in. Matty reached around and placed his hand on Chad's lips. "Mmmmmm... honey-time!" Not putting any roles before them, Matty and Chad went on the spur of the moment feelings. At the time, Chad bowed down to the feelings of Matty's whim, wanting to get fucked, but right now all Chad wanted to do is make a meal of the JO residue. It also forced the two to restep their tracks, back to the bed. "Don't forget we have that counselor meeting at church tonight, Chad." "Plenty of time to clean you off, Mattywatty!" Matty could see Chad getting back into the romantic stance, both in words and tongue action. Suddenly he felt the urge to take on 'ass'! % "So what do you think about the whole thing, as it stands now, Steve?" "Hey, the way I look at it, Barry is that since Alonzo and Callan are buying us out, that..." "Us?" "You know what I mean, Barry." "I know, but it's just cool the way you're putting everything in the plural sense, Steve." "Yeah, hee hee... who would've thought that me, living here up in the woods would ever meet my bear-stud!" A comment like that could only draw on the animal senses of Barry, who faced his lover with open arms. "Like I said, 'cool'." Words could never take the place of what Barry felt now. Whipping the tee shirt from Steve's hand, he tossed it on the bed before taking the 'stringbean' up in his arms. "Ahem!" "What? Oh? What's up guys?" "Hate to interrupt such a tender moment, but our boys have just challenged the 'dads' to a game of monopoly and we didn't want to leave you two out." Callan adds, in another direction, "Now I can see what Alonzo had to look forward to." Alonzo says to his lover, "That's nothing. You should see them without the bottom halfs covered!" "And when will that be?" "In your dreams, Callan. C'mon. The boys are waiting," Alonzo replied, directing his lover out of the doorway, via some shoulder movement. After closing the door, Barry and Steve are left standing there, broken from their kissing interlude. "Looks like Alonzo has the reigns on Callan," Steve says, reaching for his tee shirt on the bed. Going to his bureau drawer, Barry replies, "Yeah. Wonder if he's the type for a... you know." "Fourway? I thought you didn't approve, Barry?" "Eh, wouldn't happen." "I thought that had been a whimsical idea you and I had, regarding Alonzo?" "Yeah, I guess." "Hmm..." "What, Steve?" Barry asks, fastening his sneaker laces. "Hee heee..." "Okay, Steve, what's the deal?" Barry sits up, waiting for an explanation of his giddiness. "I think I'd like to see what Callan has to offer too." "I 'wasn't' thinking of that!" "Yeah, sure you weren't, Barry." "Like we've said before Steve, we've got each other." "I know." The two started towards the door, all ready for the game. "But, if the opportunity unfolded before us?" Steve asks, as Barry holds the door for him. "I don't know Steve. Take it as it comes." % "Oooooh... ooooh.... oh yeah! Fuck me, college-boy!" Matty was a mess. Not only did he have dried cum on his chest and stomach, but now, as Chad's legs lay up and onto his shoulders, the sweat dripped down his face and body. Twice the smell, like a super scented air freshener, touting the name 'Super Semen', flaunted it's way thoughout the lovemaking chamber. "Ugh! Ugh!" "Yeah! Give it to me college-boy!" Their words of emotion set up a rhythm, as their bodies churned away, providing the action, promoting the raplike conversation of love. "Ugh! Ahh! Ahhhhh! Ahhhhhhhhhhh!" "Oh yeeeeeeeeeah! Do it to me!" Chad lifted his ass to accept an even deeper penetration, as Matty shot his load. Chad busied his own hand to deliver an almost synchronized orgasm. The white cream didn't herald the momentum of Matty's masturbation, but Chad's smooth stomach looked polka-dotted with white spots, as he unloaded for the second time. When Matty fell forward onto Chad's body, a distinct 'splatt' could be heard. However that had been an 'extra' to what the two felt at this most wonderful moment in time! % "I'm kind of nervous about tonight, Greg." "Hey, listen Terence, don't worry about a thing. The kids will love you." "That's just it, Greg. I never worked with kids before." "And it's no different than working with older guys." "What happens if they find out I'm gay?" "Terence, listen. The only ones who knows you are gay is me and you." "Um, am I the only one that knows that 'you' are gay, Greg?" Pastor Greg C. Fenwick looks the twenty-five year old in the eyes and says, "Yes, Terence, but that doesn't mean I wouldn't be upset or anything if it came out that I am." "Do you think they would kick you out, Greg?" "Listen, Terence, I know you come from a town that's gay-friendly and..." "Yeah, I guess you can say that Mammoth Falls is that..." "Well, West Richland I'm finding is more on the same guage as that town." As Terence Beethoven reflects back, he sees the big picture. "Matter of factly, I knew a lot of gay guys. Miss them too!" "Well, Terence, I have my suspicions and..." "Who?" "Who what?" "Who do you think is gay?" "Hee heee.. you always had such an inquiring mind, Terence." As the two lay there in bed, talking over what lay ahead and the past experiences each encountered, each played with the other's body. "Yeah, well I wouldn't have gotten to know you, Greg, if I wasn't!" "True, Terence." "So, whom do you suspect?" "Well, they didn't state it as a fact, but I'm assuming the two sets of new families in church today, were fathered by two sets of dads." "Two partnered relationships?" "Yeah. Steve Barr and Barry Clark, whom had lets see, two, four, six boys and an older boy, but he wasn't there..." "Yeah, and the other couple?" "Alonzo; I forget his name and Callan O'Herlihy, I think his name was." "You're so bad with names, Greg." "I know. What can I say. One of my shortfalls." "And their kids?" "Two little boys. Oooh, the little hispanic boy, Diego, is so cute. Would steal your heart!" "None of that now, reverand!" "Hey, this is a Presbyterian church, 'not' Catholic and besides, you know me better than that, Terence." "I know Greg. Just bustin' on ya! So, you think the fathers are gay, huh?" "Gotta be. And I have a sneaky suspicion one of their older sons is." "Oh?" "Yeah. Chad, but I didn't get the last name, so I don't know who he belongs with." "That the dreamy blond you said had an interest in being a counselor?" "Yeah." "Real good looking, huh?" "Terence, are you insinuating?" "Hee hee heee... I love busting your balls, Greg." "Yeah and I fall for it every time Terence." Greg stops twiddling with Terence's balls and folds his body over to make a sex sandwich, going for the lips. % "Cmon Chaddywaddy... we've gotta shower, change the sheets and eat before we go!" "Ooooh, c'mon Mattywatty... jus' one more kiss!" Matty didn't fall for it. In the short month that the eighteen year old has known the high school jock, he's been known to pull his lover back for one more kiss, leading to more than one. "C'mon or I'm getting the wet rag!" "Ooooooooooh nooooooooooo the wet rag!" A high strung pitch rings out from Chad's mouth. Chad bounds up from the bed, but still gets a hug, on their way to the shower, once more. % "I really think this could work out, guys!" "Of course it could, Noah. I mean, where else can we find two hot bottoms that can't wait to tongue worship two studs?" Jake sat there, first twirling the spaghetti in his teaspoon and then lifting it to his mouth, interjecting it, then chewing, looking over at his other half, Noah, waiting for more reactions. Terry opened with, "Max and I feel the same way, don't we Max?" "Ah, yeah. Like what guy could be luckier than having two compatible tops with two compatible bottoms?" "There's one thing I don't get here," Jake began to inquire. "Terry, you said you're a top to Max, right?" "Yeah, sure. That's if we don't have to interested tops, like you two guys." "Then why is it that I get the feeling that me and Noah are getting set up?" "Set up, Jake?" Terry asks. "Well, at least let me get one fact straight here. I have more than a 'fucking' interest in Noah. My dick is only reserved for his ass." Terry and Max gaze at each other, wary of Jake's adamant onslaught of words. "Jake, you make it sound like we... we 'lured' you two here," Max replies. "Hey, I've got something to say, too," Noah adds, "if Jake is saving his jizz for only my ass, then that's the way I want it for mine." "Meaning?" Terry questions Noah. Looking up at Jake, Noah is not sure now if he should be shedding the info learned in their tubtalk and action. "What Noah means," Jake shares with them, "is that he only wants his dick up my ass from now on." "But you're a total top, Jake!" Max retorts. With his hand forming over Noah's he replies, "Yeah, well. That was then and this is now." "What happened since last night?" Terry provokes. "Last night?" Noah replies. But it's Jake who takes on the helm, "Since last night we've made a committment to each other to be a couple." "Just like Terry and me!" "No, not like you and Terry, Max." "Yeah," Noah adds to Jake's comment, "We've made a committment to each other and to put it bluntly, if living in the same house as you guys means sharing our four bodies, well..." "Hey, don't get Noah wrong, guys,"Jake interrupts, "we appreciate the thought of a place where us two guys can live together and get a running start. We'd still like to consider living here with you." Terry laughs out loudly. "What? Did I say something funny?" "No, Jake... no, no, no.... I'm laughing at Max and I," Terry reports, then turns to Max and says, "Looks like our ludicrous plans have backfired!" "Plans? You mean you guys set us up?" Noah says, dropping his fork into the hill of spaghetti. "Oh no, nothing like that," Max says. Jake offers, "You know you guys are starting to freak me out." "Hey, okay, things might sound like we're a couple of weirdos..." "You hit the nail on the head, Terry," Noah sort of joked. "Yeah, well I guess you're stuck with me, Terry." "Stuck, Max?" Jake asks. "Listen, this whole thing backfired on us guys. We didn't mean any harm." "Okay, why don't we start from the beginning, guys?" Terry starts out, as Max interrupts here and there. They explain how they weren't quite sure if their relationship stood strong, so decided to play around to see if it meant rocky road or vanilla smoothie. How convenient that Noah and Jake, whom had been in the process of launching their own relationship, happened on the scene, as the first candidates. "So," Terry says, "What do you guys think?" Noah and Jake exchange glances. After swallowing a mouthful, Jake wipes his stache and then proceeds to give a conclusion to his analysis. "Ahem! Well, I think in a case like this, there's only one resolution." "Oh?" Max asks, as the two are bent on an answer. Taking a swig of his red wine, Noah waits in anticipation as well. "I think the only recourse is punishment." "Punishment?" Max asks. Terry follows with, "Like, what do you mean punishment, Jake?" "I'm thinking like after this meal, Noah and I go upstairs and get comfortable on the bed and you two come up and work us over with your tongues." "You got it!" Terry comes right out, also favored by Max. "But you just said, Jake..." "Hey, what I said, Noah is that my cock is only for your ass. If you want to fuck them, fine, but I'm sticking to my one man." "Absolutely not, Jake. My cock is only for you!" "Yeah and I can still fuck Max!" Terry replies, in a boyish manner, with excitement tailing his observation. "Oh no." "No, Jake?" "Nope. Here's where the punishment comes in. Neither you are to be fucked for one month," Jake proceeds to dictate their sentencing. "On month?" Max questions. Terry says, in consolation, "Well at least we can jerk off, Max." "Sure, Terry," Jake continues, "as long as either of you ask our permission!" Terry and Max are agog, sitting there with their mouths flapping open and closed, like two goldfish in a bowl. "Your permission?" "Yeah, Terry. Either of you get the urge and all you have to do is ask. Like you would ask Noah here, 'Noah, may I please jerk off'?" "Sounds good to me!" Noah replies, giggling. Max asks, "And what happens if Noah says, 'no'?" "He can't say 'no', dummy. A guy's gotta cum!" Terry scolds his other half. "That's not how if works, Terry," Jake lays on him, making up the rules as they go along. "You've gotta be kidding. I... I can't keep myself from cumming. That's downright 'torture'!" "Well, Terry, how do think Noah and I feel about being pawns in your's and Max's little game? Right Noah?" "Oh yeah. Sure Jake. Man, you guys sure did play a nasty prank on us," Noah replied after, getting a squashed toe from under the table. "How long before you would let us cum, after you said we couldn't?" Max plays into their scheme. "Ooooh," Jake thinks it over, trying to draw on his frat bookmarks, "maybe until you both do our laundry or..." "Laundry?" Terry replies, most annoyed, "You know where you can put that thought!" "Y'know Noah," Jake continues, "maybe we can find a nice apartment..." "Wait! You're not thinking about moving out, are you Jake?" "Terry, we haven't even moved in!" Noah replies to Terry's absurdity. "Oh yeah." Max asks, "How much laundry do you guys have?" Well, for the next hour, the conversation batted back and forth on the 'punishment' phase of their new relationship. The four eventually found Jake's ambush just that. A whimsical approach at keeping their sexual desires in hoc for doing laundry, dishes, cooking, etc. Terry and Max did find out one fetish about themselves. They are definitely two bottoms had a desire to serve two tops, demanding or otherwise, on a friendship-type basis. % "I can't believe that dad-Steve's team won!" "Hey, what can I say, Philip? Me'n'Aidan'n'Garfield are like this!" Steve held up three fingers, while hugging his son's back to his chest. If became a tender moment for the other three dads as well, Philip pairing a hug with his dad, Barry, Diego and Alonzo and then the new dad, Callan, hugging his new son, Frankie. "It sure feels different when you hug me, dad-Callan." "Oh? And why is that so, Frankie?" "I feel something all tingly and warm." Diego asks Frankie, "You still love me, don't you Frankie?" "Yeah I do, Diego. I love all you guys. I mean, it's not like the family I come from." A melancholy moment settles over the roomful of fathers and sons. Callan, who hasn't had much of a family life, other than sharing his life with his twin sister, Cathrine, begins to see the new 'family' adventure begin to unfold before him and the excitement of the days to come. Kneeling on the floor, he holds Frankie in the protective coating of the aura of his sentimental feelings. Engulfing Frankie in a light embrace, Callan says, more on a personal level, "You know you're loved very much too, Frankie?" Looking up, Frankie's eyes meet Callan's. For once in the ten year old's life, he discovers a new bonding. His thoughts still remain skeptical on the subject of whether Callan is going to expect to have sex with him in bed, but for now he's willing to take whatever is coming on board. For now, the geniuine love that he's experienced with the whole group of guys, plus Jade's and Catherine's extensions of love. In contrast to thoughts of striking out on his own, for now he's decided to stay put and see what the future holds. % "You're looking mighty sharp, schoolboy!" "Me, Matty? Hee hee... now you're going to think this is corny..." "Okay, Chad Barr, let's have it." There Chad stands, all duded up in his dress slacks, shirt buttoned down and neatly tucked in below his navel, tie neatly tied and wearing dress shoes, no less. "Um, is it tough to see?" "See what, Chaddy?" "Look! I'm all dressed up and you look like a slob in your jeans and tee shirt?" "Oh, sorry. You do look damn good, schoolboy, but a meeting of this calibur doesn't have to be all dressy." "It's a church thing, right?" "Yeah, but not like we're going to church to 'get churched'." "Oh. How does that go?" Matty, hands on hips, swagers over to his lover, cracking a short laugh. "Well, for one thing, this is more casual." With that comment, Chad looks down as Matty begins untying the Windsor knot. "Heeey! It just took me ten minutes to tie that, Matty!" "Yeah and look how short a time to untie it... what a pity." Always talking 'putting things into perspective, the college jock begins going against the grain. After tossing the tie on the computer hutch, Matty unbuttons two buttons of Chad's white shirt and kisses the smooth, white chest. "Ooooh... now stop that, Matty! You're going to make us late!" "You don't like it?" "Sure I do, but at the rate of my body getting exposed to water, my skin's going to be all chapped!" "Skin? Mmmm... not the way I see it," Matty replies in a sexually seducing manner, going for the third button on Chad's shirt. "What's gotten into you Matty?" "You...and I can't seem to get you out." Continuing on the pussycat approach, Matty literally could not help himself. He began getting deeper and deeper enthralled in making sweet love to Chad's smooth chest. Three buttons led to four and soon Matty's hands slid in between the linen and smooth sides of Chad's pecs. His tongue swathed across the left side, bathing the taut, sweet tasting nublet. "Oooooooh... nooo, Matty." "Mmmmmm...I love it when you try to resist, Chaddy." "But we..ooooooh...gotta.... go?" Chad's will to get him and Matty to the church on time slowly melted away, by 'Mr. Ontime'. "Matty, we ooooh... gotta go-oooooh..." Suddenly, like an alarm going off in his head, Matty slowly backs off, closing the encounter with a sucking kiss to Chad's right pec. He rebuttons Chad's shirt, leaving three undone. Taking up where Matty left off, Chad starts buttoning up. "No, leave three open." "What? And look like I'm trying to seduce Pastor Greg?" "Mmmm, now wouldn't we have some fun with him?" "Matty, I think you got what they call 'the devil' in you." "Nah. Besides, Chaddy. I'd much rather have 'you' in me!" Knowing the reason, Chad said it anyway, "Honest to God, Matty, I don't know what's making you soooo horny!" Matty began stripping down. "Matteeeeeeee, we don't have time!" Chad whined. "Oh, I'm not stripping for 'that' reason." "Oh. You're not?" "Not unless you want me to, Chaddywaddy?" "Look, I'm going to get a Gatorade. I'll meet you downstairs." Chad rolled his eyes, but frankly loved the way Matty acted. He hoped that feeling within his lover's being would still be enflamed, when they reached home later in the evening. % "I really, really... really, really hate to break this up, Terence, but..." "I know Greg. The counselors meeting." Both knew the score, so after a few more kisses, the two parted company, exiting opposite sides of the bed. "C'mon, I'll treat you to a nice hot shower, Terence." "You never stop pampering me, Greg." "Terence, remember what I said..." "I know, Greg. Like you tell your followers, go out into the world in seek, but..." "But nothing. Now that you're building a life here for yourself in West Richland, I want you to start dating and..." "Yes, your eminence!" "Just get in there." Pastor Greg pointed towards the steaming enclosure, patting Terence on the rear as he stepped over the tub wall. What started at a sleepover camp last summer, evolved in a temporary relationship for both. When Terence lost his assistant coaching position in Mammoth Falls, he turned to anybody he knew for knowledge of 'something' to earn a living. Fortunately, the turnover in the school year left a vacant gymnastics position open at WR High School. Fortunately for Terence, it didn't entail coaching, but rather Wilderness Training, a field most interesting to him and right up his alley. % "Oooh daddy, do we have to go to bed?" "Yes, but after your bath, Diego." "Any hedgehogs around here tonight?" "Aunt Bernice!" With the onslaught of the four squirts, heading towards Bernice, for a cushy bunch of hugs, Alonzo, as well as the other dads knew it wasn't only the battle; they've lost the whole war! Of course, Alberto holding a tin foil wrapped pan provided the perfect ammo to postpone the bedtime hour. "Who wants a drink?" Steve asks. Barry replies sarcastically, "Steve's last words!" The dads laugh it up, as they gather around the bar. Like the Pied Piper of Hamlin, Bernice and Alberto have lured the four squirts away to the kitchen. "Y'know we really haven't talked much about the Rectangle." "Rectangulaire," Barry corrects Alonzo. "Oh yeah. Keep reminding me." "Well, if you don't remember it, Alonzo, the kids aren't!" Barry scolds him. "That's why I need a tee shirt or something with it written on it," Alonzo replies in his own defense. "By chance, perhaps Chachi can help you with that." "Chachi, Steve?" "Yes, the art teacher at the high school." Alonzo asks, "Isn't he the weirdo that wanted to paint the yellow brick road on all the ceiling tiles, in the hallway?" "Ahem! Well yes, but..." Barry pipes up, "I like it!" "I didn't say I didn't 'like it', Barry. It just seemed like an unusual project. I mean, something like papier mache lifesize figures, okay, but a yellow brick road on the ceiling?" "Um, Alonzo, can we get back on the same page?" "So, what's your idea, Steve?" "Me? I'm just throwing around ideas here." "You mean you 'don't' want to help out?" "Who me?" Steve replies, taking a sip of the Fuzzy Navel Alonzo conjured up. "Well yeah. You're my partner. Don't you want to help?" "Well, um... ah, yeah... I could I guess." Barry, a bit perturbed says to Steve, "Well, if it's too much of an imposition..." "Oh man... I can see where this is going! Alright, I'm in. I'll talk with Chachi tomorrow," Steve's will caves in. "And make sure," Barry, still in the mood, states, "that he knows that he has to run the design by us, first." "Yes sir!" Steve bites back, with a sharp salute. "I have an idea, I think for your first play," Callan suggests, with a tinge of comedic relief. "Oh? And what would that be, Callan?" "Taming Of The Shrew?" Steve lets out a snarling sound, then says, "I guess we know who's gonna play the part of the 'tamer'!" "This is a 'student' production, Steve," Alonzo says. With all the sexual connotations being thrown around the room, Barry and Alonzo didn't arrive at many conclusions on how things were going to go. However, they agreed that Monday evening they would have to sit and brainstorm, plus gather some info off of the internet. One big plus in their plan would be to make sure Steve nor Callan be included in their plans for tomorrow night! % "Welcome... c'mon in, boys." "I don't know if you remember this guy from this morning, Pastor Greg." "Sure I do. Chad, right?" "You got it. Chad Barr, here, Pastor Greg." "Nice to meet you." The young pastor, young being twenty-eight years old, walks Chad and Matty into the lounge area of the church. "I'd like you to meet my friend, Terence Beethoven." "Beethoven?" Chad asks, "You mean like the composer?" "A distant relative," Terence replies, taking Chad's handshake. Matty introduces himself, as Pastor Greg returns to the sounds of the outter door open and banging shut. In walks Miguel and Juan, then Sean and Jacq. Some anonymous fellow walks in and then a guy in blue nurse scrubs. The newbies are introduced, as well as those who know each other. Terence's eye connects with the guy in blue. Then smiles, when snagged. "Hi, I'm Terence." "Estefan Sanchez," the nurse introduces himself to the rugged looking trailman. Pastor Greg returns to the door once more and another 'unknown' to the circle enters. "Guys, meet Dr. Michael Hannon. You can all introduce yourselves." No contest to that, as each man got up to introduce themselves to the six foot two, thirty year old, soft spoken doctor. "Hi Michael," Estefan sorta winked and greeted him. Michael's eyes shot past Estefan and at the young guy sitting on the sofa. Whispering, Estefan said to him, "You like, huh?" "You're crazy," Dr. Hannon replied, brushing it off, even though he did show an interest. Even though Matty couldn't share his feelings at the moment, it would sure make good conversation when he and Chad headed home, of the eletricity running through the sofa, as the quiet, young fellow sat there next to him. Out of habit, Matty and Chad connected their limbs from the elbow down, thinking nothing of the company they were keeping. After all, other than the few unknown seuxal preferences in the room at this moment, the other partners were known to them as being gay; out to Matty and Chad. Sometime during Pastor Greg's introductory notes, Chad squeezed Matty's hand, when he sensed his partner trying to catch some glimpses of the blonde hunk on his far side. Pressuring Chad back, Matty gave him a taste of his own medicine, causing Chad to give a silent 'ouch', as if a mute person. Chad smiled, as he caught Sean's raised eyebrows from across the room. "I'm going to make this quick, because I know you all have to get early Monday morning. Any questions?" Pastor Greg asked the group. "Yes, I have something I think may be significant." This time two gazes on the far side of the sofa, plus others focused on the blonde. "Oh good. I hoped someone would speak up except me!" Pastor Greg followed with a chuckle. "Are we gonna have to know stuff like how to swim?" Matty asks, "You don't know how to swim?" "I... I never learned." Chad adds, "Matty and I can teach you." "Um, one problem, Chad," Matty interrupts. "What's that?" "Me needer!" "Oh my," Pastor Greg says, "I never thought about that. How many others fall into that category? With a lake and fishing, I'm sure you all need to know the basics." "Um, does being in a jacuzzi count?" Juan asks. After a chuckle, Sean asks, "Juan, ya got a swimming pool in your backyard and you don't know how to swim?" Miguel answers for him, "Only when I'm in the pool with him." Sean takes the wiseguy approach, saying, "Oh, is that how you heat it!" >From most of the room laughter ensued. Estefan especially got a jolt out of it when he saw Terence laugh like a hyena over Sean's like comic relief. All along Estefan thought, 'nah, can't be.' However now he had his doubts as to whether the highly masculine, goateed guy, seemingly almost his own age, was in his 'ballfield'. "Okay, okay, so now we have to make sure everyone gets swimming lessons and certified," Pastor Greg confirms, writing something down on his pad. "If you'd like, I can handle that Pastor Greg," Jacq offers. "Oh, okay. Do you know someone who's involved in teaching swimmers or?" "Yes. Do you know Kade Love, the history teacher at West Richland High School?" "The name Love sounds familiar," Pastor Greg feels up his beard, thinking. Sean says, "Damn, Pastor Greg! Should be, with all this 'love' one another stuff, 'love' thy neighbor and stop in the name of 'love' stuff!" The guys get another chuckle out of Sean's inference. Miguel adds, "Stop in the name of love is 'not' from the Bible, Sean." "It's not?" "No, doufous," Matty adds, "it's the Supremes!" Sean counteracts, "Well, isn't God a supreme being?" Pastor Greg, as well as the other guys are now watching the conversation volley back and forth between Miguel and Sean, mixing the biblical fact with the history of Motown! "Um, can we settle down, men?" Pastor Greg finally calls things back to order. Sean gets his last dibs in, "What can I say? I can't help myself." "That's why you have Jacq, Sean!" Matty's wiseass answer is expounded from his lips. As a silent gesture, Sean's hand slides down Jacq's back, anchoring under his beltline, with a finger. Only some could tell what it meant and they smiled, some emanating a slight giggle. "Oh yeah," Sean replies, "top notch in the psych field!" He rolls his eyes. Jacq moves around on his chair, as he feels a wiggling worm at the top of his ass crack. Chad replies to Jacq's squirming as, "Really, Sean and in church too!" Sean rubs his thigh with his hand, two right fingers and index finger retracted into his palm. Chad returns the silent gesture with rubbing the side of his nose with his middle finger, then pointing to Sean, saying a silent, 'you' and then grinning. All this time, Pastor Greg is closing the meeting. "Let us pray." "Pray?" Chad asks. "Ahem!" Pastor Greg starts out, seeing Matty slug Chad in the chest with the back of his palm, "Lord, thank you for sending these volunteers to join in the upbringing of our youth of the church..." Chad made a silent yawn. Even though he bowed his head, his eyes, like on a mission of espionage, sought out what all the other guys did. Much to his surprise, they all looked down, eyes closed. Once during the tender moment, he caught Sean's hand still behind Jacq's back and smiled. Feeling a hand squeeze from Matty, Chad's eyes shot downwards and he squeezed his eyes shut, as if being choked on fresh onions. "and we especially thank you for Berry Gordy! Amen... Go in peace!" As the jackets were being zipped up, Estefan gravitated almost mystically across the room where Terence Beethoven had just stood. "Hey," came Estefan's first word of conversation. "You're Estefan, right?" "Sanchez." "I'm Terence." "I know. Yeah, um, I know I came in late, but heard Pastor Greg use your name." Terence began feeling 'something', yet also fed on the words Pastor Greg used time and again on him to go out into the world and seek his own mate. "Are you a pastor or intending to be one?" "No. Actually, I just got a job at the high school." "That's cool," Estefan replied. Even though Terence thought Estefan's voice to be a bit on the fem side and thinking himself a total masculine guy, wanting nothing but the same, his thoughts began to cave in and he didn't know why. "Um, say Estefan, you wouldn't want to grab a coffee, would you?" "Sure. You don't have to get up early, Terence?" "Yes, but my mom doesn't want me home too late." "You live with your mom?" "Nope, but it sounded good, didn't it?" Estefan laughed along with Terence. He decide to go ahead and pursue Terence's lead.. % coffee, tea or me? 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.