Date: Mon, 23 May 2005 13:40:36 -0400 (EDT) From: T Chase Subject: Nature Walk 41 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" 41 (M/t oral anal) wriTten by T. Chase McPhee % "Good morning, Beary.. heeey.. bearstud!" "Oooooh..." "Hee hee heee... sex hangover?" Barry, pinned down, smooth chest to bear chest, slowly opened his eyes, as if staring at the sun. "What time is it?" "Six AM. Take your pick. Either I can tongue bathe you or we can hit the shower?" "No offense, Steve..." "Hmm..." "What's that look for Steve?" "You don't want my tongue licking your fur?" "No, Steve, it's not that. You know I love your not tongue on my bod." "Oh." "What I thought is that since this is a reenactment of the first day of school, for our kids, that we should get an early start." "How about I lap at your pubes?" "Would only serve to make me horny and I'd have to fuck you again Steve and that would take too much time." "Okay. How about I lick your chest?" "Well, there's not much cum on my chest." "Okay. You win. Let's hit the shower!" However, Steve let out a big 'umphf', as Barry pulled him back down, when he tried to make a get away. Causing friction between their bods, Barry pulled Steve into the kissing position and went to work on his lips. % In another room, Alonzo and Callan developed their own, individual wakeup routine. "Ooooooh yeah...." Even before Alonzo had awaken, Callen had carefully peeled the sheet down, unwrapping Alonzo's package. Being very sneaky, he straddled the dozing form, lowering his head to the flabby phallus. With a lick alongside the piece of meat, he quickly glanced up to see if there was a reaction. Just a tad moan could be heard. Callan smiled, thinking, 'a little more intense lick, perhaps'? "Oooooh," came the more audible tone. "Oooh, is it that time already?" "That all you can say for my efforts?" "No, it feels awesome," Alonzo, half into it, replied. Callan stopped his intent at arousing Alonzo and flung himself back into the bed, where open arms seemed more welcoming. "You were more awesome last night, Callan." "I love your body, you know that." "Yeah and I love your body and 'you'." Some hot lip locking ensued, the two bods grounding together. % "Hey, wake up guys!" Contrary to part of the household, four youngsters became livewires, as they came awake to Jade's trumpeting call. "Hi Jade!" "Good morning, Diego. C'mon Frankie." "That's okay, Jade. I'll wake up my guy!" Jade smiled, with a recall of waking up her partner. Not Kade, but her new love, whom she decided a growning, fond affection for. In fact, so strong the memory, she excused herself to head to the kitchen, where she knew Catherine would be stopping by on her way to the hospital. "C'mon Frankie, wakie uppie!" Diego, getting a little horny on his own, decided to go for more than rubbing Frankie's sleeved arm. He placed his hand on his thigh and rubbed it up and down, as if trying to make a genie come out of a bottle. His eyes played on the middle portion of Frankie's legs, instead of the awakening face. "Is it doing anything, Diego?" "HuH?" His attention suddenly leapt to between Frankie's shoulders. "My PJ's." "Are what?" "You looked to see if rubbing my leg made my cock do something." Diego sat on his knees, hands on his own thighs, smiling at Frankie's intent. "I wouldn't have to tell you, Frankie. You could feel it wiggling around if you felt something." "I guess." "Well, did you feel something?" Before Frankie could reply, Philip and Aidan came back in the room from the jon. "Guys, you better get a move on it," Aidan more or less ordered. For now, the question at hand would remain a mystery, but not a forgotten subject for discussion. Diego and Frankie did pay attention to Philip, as he had returned without his shirt on. "Your body looks nice, Philip," Frankie complimented. "Thanks Frankie. You know you don't have to change in the jon, like you did last night." "Aigan's right, Frankie. We're all guys here." "I know. I'm shy I guess." "Frankie, is it true your dad hit you?" "What would make you say a thing like that, Aidan?" Frankie asked, wondering if they knew about his little secret. "Nothin'. It's just that if you're shy because you don't want us to see any marks. Well, it's okay if I do and I'm sorry he did beat you." "Your daddy beat you?" Diego asks. Frankie stands there, head now looking down. Aidan, seeing maybe a cross between embarrassment and delayed reaction on the shame, walks over to him and puts his arm around his shoulders. "Hey, look Frankie. There's nothing wrong with us all talking about it. Same happened to my brother Sean." "Sean? What happened to him, Aidan?" Philip asks. Diego, too shows interest. "My dad's other guy, Seb, did stuff to Sean and my dad, dad-Steve, didn't know he was doing it until he caught him one day, doing it," Aidan tried his best to explain. "Like what?" "I wasn't around then, but Sean told us guys that Seb used to take him down to the basement, tell Sean to take all his clothes off and he'd tie him with his arms over his head, hanging from the ceiling." "Why did he do that?" Diego asks Aidan. "He wanted to play with Sean's body." "Why didn't he just lick him in bed?" "I didn't 'mean' lick him, Diego." "Oh. Then what did he do?" "He used to whip Sean on the ass and back with his belt and do other mean stuff to him." "That's.... that's what my dad did to me!" Frankie came out with the astonishing development. "He did the same to you as Aidan's old dad did to Sean?" Aidan adamantly says, "He wasn't 'my' dad!" "Oh, sorry Aidan. So, Frankie, your daddy tied you up and.." "My dad didn't tie me. He had me lay over the bed. Me and Bill both." "He had your older brother there, too?" "Yeah. He would whip our asses one after the other. Then he would tell me to get up and he would whip Bill's back while I had to watch." "That's sick!" Diego calls out. "Why did he whip you, Frankie? Were you bad or something?" Philip inquires. "No," Aidan answered for Frankie. "Some dads do that. They whip their kids just for the fun of it." "But why?" Diego still confronted the others, mainly posing his question to Aidan, who seemed to have the most understanding. "It's a thing dad's do. I'm not sure why, but they like doing it." Frankie admits, "My dad liked doing it. Bill would get hit more than me." "Did your dad make sex with Bill, like he did you, Frankie?" Before Frankie could make an utter of a response, the door swung open, crowded with the four dressed dads. "Hey, you guys better shake it up!" Barry told them. "Daddy, are you going to whip me and like doing it?" Diego asks. "Whip you?" Alonzo replies, looking to the other dads, whom shake their shoulders. "Never in your life, Diego. What would make you say a thing like that?" "Because Frankie's shy about taking his clothes off and we'd see the lines on his skin for getting whipped by his daddy." None of the dads knew what to say, immediately. However, from the quartet, stepped Callan. He knelt down in front of Diego. "Listen, every dad has a different way of raising their kids." "Did your dad whip you, dad-Callan?" "No." "Never ever?" "Never. I got his hand on the seat of my pants a couple of times, but I was never beaten." "You're lucky, dad-Callan," Frankie said, a bit pouty. "Listen, as long as your living with us and I think I can speak for both of us," Callan looks at Alonzo, whom nods back, "we're not going to beat you boys. First, that's not a way to solve anything, but only serves to cause more hurt," Callan says softly, now kneeling between both Diego and Frankie. "That goes for dad-Steve and myself," Barry confides in them all. Philip says, "Aidan says that Seb used to beat Sean for the fun of it, though and you didn't know it was happening, dad-Steve?" "He's right. If I knew, I would've surely had done something about it. But look guys, for right now we need to all focus on getting washed and ready for school." "Dad-Steve's right," Alonzo joins in, "why don't we save this for after school to talk about." "That's a good idea, Alonzo," Barry points out, "And I think, if I'm not mistaken, I smelled French Toast cooking?" "Oh cool!" Jumps from Philip's lips, "French Toast. I haven't had French Toast in a dog's age!" "You had a dog?" Aidan asks. For half the boys, their subject began to lighten up for half of them. Philip and Aidan went to town jumping into their school clothes, some borrowed from Aidan's drawers and closet. The dad's retreated to the hallway. "Frankie, you can take your clothes off in front of me. It wouldn't bother me if you have beating marks." "I didn't want to scare you, Diego." "It don't." At least Diego hoped it wouldn't. If it did, he thought he would try not making it show that it bothered him. % "Hee hee heee.." "What's so funny, Chad?" "It's the difference between day and night." "HuH?" "Yesterday you were so, so horny and now?" "Yeah, can't get over it myself, Chad. Like my mom says, 'the hammers of hell must've been working overtime'!" "So, you going to drop me off at school?" "Why? You don't want me to, Chad?" "No. I mean, yeah. Sure I do. Why do you ask, Matty?" "Figured maybe you didn't want those high school jocks getting jealous of your college boyfriend!" More sentimental, than a complete obsession, the two lock lips and gently hug. "Let them look. See what I care. If they did make a fuss, it would only be because I have the hottest looking frat stud from WRCC!" "That's one good thing about you moving into town too, Chad." "What's that?" "They finally got a good looking jock at the high school!" The compliments slung like dirtballs in a mud fight. Each ending with a sweet kiss. That is untill the hogcaller made the announcement for breakfast. % "So, do you like your clothes done the usual way, Jake?" "Terry, do you 'know' how to wash clothes?" Noah and Jake sat at the kitchen table, as Terry and Max waited on them with a breakfast of bacon, eggs, toast, juice and coffee. "Um, well Max does the laundry most of the time," Terry reports. "Yeah, I do it because if Terry does it, you'll wind up with pink athletic socks!" Max lays on them. "Hey, don't be too hard on poor Terry," Noah chides. Jake replies, "Why? Cause he licked every part of your body last night?" "Damn right! Man, Terry, where did you learn to service a man like that?" "Can't be from WRCC. It's not on the roster of courses... Tongue Basting 101?" Jake kids. The guys shed some laughs at Jake's joke. Max reports, "Well, I can tell ya for one thing, Terry had those refined tonguing skills before he met me!" "Ooooh, so tell us Terry," Jake coaxes, "how did you get so good at working a guy's body over with your tongue?" Terry looked at Max, who looked back. Edging Terry onward, Max says, "Go ahead, Terry." "Alright. Y'see, I ran into some trouble when I was a teenager. This cop busted me, but being a scared little twerp, I fell for his line about doing stuff for him, instead of..." "He bribed you into not taking you in?" Jake badgered. "Yeah, I guess that's the gist of it." "So, what happened?" "After school I had to do stuff for him, like walk his dog, mow his lawn, wash his car and do other odd jobs. But after awhile I really started to like Bill." "Bill, huh?" "Yeah. We got to be friends. Well, more than friends actually." "I have a feeling the best is yet to come. So what happened?" With his left hand in his lap, Jake's right hand continued to scoop of the eggs with his fork or spear a piece of bacon. "He invited me for dinner one night, with my parent's permission. I didn't know he was leading up to something, but..." "Leading to something, Terry?" "Yeah. Well, you see, one day when I mowed the lawn, I came inside to tell him that there wasn't anymore gasoline. I caught him coming out of the shower and he had a towel draped around his waist." "Oh man that's hot!" Jake exclaimed as his left hand readily massaged his barrel. "I couldn't help myself, but look him up and down. Anyway, that night at dinner we chatted about school and stuff. I was in the eleventh grade, and then he turned towards the subject of hygiene. He said I could shower at his place after doing the chores, if I wanted to." "Wait a minute," Noah broke in. "You did all these chores to pay for not being taken in, right?" "Yeah." "Did this 'Officer Bill' say how long your 'indenturement' would be?" "Sure he did. Until he thought I paid enough time." "What a asshole." "Hey, I resent that, Noah!" "I didn't mean 'you', Terry." "Oh, okay." "So, what happened Terry?" Jake prodded him on. "So, one thing led to the next and soon Bill talked about me seeing him barechested and asked if I liked what I saw." "And?" "Sure I did, but I wasn't going to come out and say it." "Was he hot?" "About five eleven, nicely worked abs, hairy chest, nice trail, like your's Jake." "Hot!" Noah replied, smiling at Jake. "Anyway, to make a long story short, he asked if I ever wanted to explore anything that he'd be game." "That's nice of him, especially when the asshole would be getting nice young flesh out of the deal," Noah said frankly. "Yeah, well he wasn't the only one getting something out of this deal," Terry said sarcastically. "Oh?" Noah replied, "How's that go?" "Noah, let the boy tell his story?" Jake asked, persuasively. "Yeah, okay. Go on, Terry." "Okay, so one thing led to another and as I cleared the table, I kind of hinted that I'd like to 'explore'." "Good man!" Jake said, with a giggle in his voice. The others thought Jake's comment humorous, as well. "So, he asked me if I wanted to go upstairs. A rocket scientist I'm not, but I knew he meant the bedroom. So, I phoned home and told my parents that Bill was taking me to the movies and instead went took a hike upstairs." Max filled them in, "To lose his virgin status!" Terry slapped Max's arm playfully "Yeah, well, I've got to get going," Jake made them aware. "So, the laundry?" "The usual, separate the whites from the others and mingle with bleach... fabric softener for everything," Jake dealt out the orders. "What about the buttoned down shirts?" Max asks. "If you think you'll burn them with the iron, then take them to the cleaners." Noah smiled, but thought how dominating Jake could be. It had been a far cry from the emotions he sensed at Donovon's. In fact Noah had been responsible for coaxing Jake out of his depressed status over Mr. Donovon's demise. He liked Jake a lot, but wasn't sure if his own put forth nature could tackle that of Jake's same attittudes and lattitudes. "Noah, you coming?" "Yeah Jake." None could be the more surprised than Terry, Max and Noah, when upon leaving the house, Jake gave Terry and Max each a quick body hug. "See you guys later and thanks for doing the laundry!" Jake shouted, as he made his exit. After the door closed, the two remaining conversed. "So, what do you think Max?" "I'm not sure, Terry. Seems weird, kind of." "Yeah, I know what you mean." "You do, do ya?" "Well, Jake is kind of dominant." "Which you like Terry and don't tell me you don't." "Well, yeah, I know I can't put anything over on you Max." "So, are you still as gung ho about Jake and Noah using the other half of the duplex?" "Oh sure. Even more so, now." "We did have fun last night, didn't we?" "Man, I was hoping you would say something like that Max." "Why, Terry?" "I wanted to make sure you had a good time, too." "I did Terry, honestly. I mean I think I do prefer Noah to Jake." "You don't like Jake?" "Oh, don't get me wrong. Sure I do, Terry. It's just that Noah is 'different' than Jake." "He's still dominating, in a way thought." "Yeah, but he's different. Like, when Jake wanted you to tongue his ass, he 'told' you to do it. With Noah, he said sweetly, 'Max, how about doing my ass for a little while'?" "Well, I did catch that, but I did like it when Jake said, 'get on my ass'." "And you jumped right to it, Terry." "What's wrong with that, Max?" "Terry..." "What?" "Look, we've been friends for awhile, right?" "Yeah, so?" "Terry, if this works out where your and Jake... well..." "Max, you saying that Jake and I are clicking?" "All I'm saying is whatever happens, happens." "No, Max. What your saying is that if the situation works out where I pair off with Jake and then what? You and Noah?" "I'm only saying if, Terry." "Then what about you and me, Max?" "Yeah, what about us, Terry? We've been together for what? Four months?" "Yeah, so?" Max cuddles up, locking together the fronts of their bodies at the waist. He stares up into Terry's face. "Have we really been treating each other like a tight couple?" "We used to." "For about three weeks or so and then something happened." "I love you Max." "As friends, Terry." Max begins to lay the cold facts on Terry. "Yeah, okay, so I guess I haven't been exactly Prince Charming." "Terry, we can still love each other, but let's be realistic. We're not meant to be lovers and to live like lovers." "Yeah, I guess," Terry says in a lowly voice, his head hung down. "I'm not like Jake and you need a guy like Jake." "Yeah, but he's got Noah." "Maybe you haven't seen it, but Noah is 'not' like Jake, nor you." "Me? What does the simularities of Noah versus me have to do with anything?" "Noah and Jake may make it seem like they're a tight couple, but two tops will never click. First of all, Noah gives in too much to Jake, but would rather not." "How do you know all this Max?" "Don't forget that I'm a psych major." "Oh yeah. So, you think that Jake and I have a chance?" Max just looks up at Terry. "Oh, I'm sorry." "Don't be, Terry. We can still be friends, Terry and we've made some nice memories." "I'll always have a space for you in my heart, Max." "Same here, Terry." Terry drew Max into his whole being, hugging, then kissing him. % As soon as Alonzo, Steve and Barry stepped foot into West Richland High School, one of the three had been singled out with greetings from students. "Heeey, what's shakin' Mr. Barr?" All received the same, 'Good morning' or 'I'm doing fine' or other spur of the moment words of graciousness. "Aren't we the superstar?" Steve said to Barry. "Yeah... um, yeah, well I don't know why they're making such a fuss and all." Finally their trek from the parking lot ended in the office. "What happened to this place?" Steve asked, as they entered the hierarchy of the school. "Looks like Prinicipal Washakie is good for something," Agnes let on, along with a riotous following of laughter from the office staff. No more than two seconds after, the head man walked in. "Good morning one and all.. oooh, Mr. Barr, can I see you in my office please?" Washakie said. Steve and Alonzo looked at each other, then Barry, whom raised his shoulder, as if to say he was as much in the dark as them. Like a puppy dog, he followed. "Um, Steve?" "Yeah?" He replied to Alonzo, who tapped his arm. Steve motioned, looking to the left, then right, where he spotted the man whom he promised Barry and Alonzo he'd talk to about 'some tee shirt design'. "Well, no time like the present I guess," Steve said, disembarking on his quest. "Hello, Chachi?" "It's Steve right?" Alonzo smiled. The way Steve talked at home is that he's known this guy forever. "Steve Clark." "Listen, gotta make this brief." "I know. Me too, um what I wanted to ask you is that, well," Steve tried to break the news gently, "Barry Barr and Alonzo Romano are taking on the drama club and they have this spiffy name they want to call it and needed somebody to design the front of the shirts, so I thought of you. What do you think?" Steve stood there, as 'Steve' would, a grin on his face. "A design you say?" "Yeah, you know, like Matanza Longboard Association?" "Surfing? I thought this was a drama club?" "No, Chachi, I mean yeah, a drama club, only they're calling it 'Rectangulaire'." "Recta-what?" "You know, like a rectangle, but changed to aire?" "Look, Steve. I gotta go. Why don't you stop by my room around end of seventh?" "That's doable. I don't have an eighth period class." "Later," is all Chachi said and booked. "Doesn't sound too enthused," Alonzo commented. Steve tried covering, "I don't think he gets the gist of what I meant, but like you said, he's a strange guy. Once I explain to him everything, I'm sure he'll want to respond." Almost ready to leave the office themselves, Steve's and Alonzo's attention drew to Washakie's and Barry's voices breaking the subdued office chatter. "So, you let me know when you need it, okay Barry?" "Sure. Thanks, Mr. Washakie, you wouldn't regret it." "What's up?" Steve automatically grilled his lover, for both him and Alonzo. "Tell ya later. I gotta get on the announcements." Steve and Alonzo giggled, watching Agnes waving a paper back and forth, as if she were nervous, with the mic all activated for Barry's use. "Talk about a brush off!" Alonzo kidded Steve. As Barry got on the mic to make his announcements, another secretary, Jane, called out, "Mr. Romano, a call for you?" "Any idea who it is?" Alonzo asked, taking the phone from her. "Marsha Burke, principal at the elementary school." Alonzo's mind went directly into the 'what's wrong with Diego' mode. "Yes, Alonzo Romano here!" He called out, with anguish, as a parent whom sensed some negative urgency, would. The conversation had been short and to the point. When he finished, so had Barry, with the announcements. Steve had run along. "Something urgent, Alonzo? The boys alright?" "Nothing too alarming. Seems that Diego was counting on Frankie being in the same class as he, but none of us thought of the age difference." "Oh, that's right. Diego's nine." "Yeah and Frankie's ten. Oh man, this would have to happen on the first day back." "Can't Marsha Burke handle it?" "She did request that if at all possible that I should..." "What about Callan?" "Callan?" "Yes. Did you forget about your better half?" "I don't get you, Barry." "Why not call Callan and ask him to go. He did mention that his shift doesn't start until one." "Oh, I don't know Barry. This is Diego, my son that we're talking about." "Listen, I know you two are real tight, but now that Callan is a part of your lives... well, you do love and trust Callan, don't you Alonzo?" "Sure, but...." "Then why don't you start trusting him now. Huh?" "But I feel like I should be there." "You will. The way in which you made Callan a devoted partner will make part of you be there. Look, I'll go ahead and let our class in. You do what you think is best." "Okay. Thanks," Alonzo replied, patting Barry on the shoulder. Alonzo rubbed his goatee, wondering if calling Callan meant the best solution of the matter at hand. He had always been there for Diego, no matter what the reasoning. As he thought, he wondered if sending Callan in his stead would cause any rifts between himself and his son. Then again, like Barry said, he loved Callan and trusted him. It's about time he put that trust into action. He went straight away to the telephone for the teachers' use. % "Hey Chad, nice wheels that dropped you off." Chad, getting himself together in homeroom, almost didn't catch the remark, while in deep concentration. "Oh yeah, thanks." Nineteen year old Shadow Martin leaned in closer, then asked, "So, you get fucked once for the drop off and another on return?" Chad stopped his business and turned to Shadow. He wanted to haul off punch his lites off, but thought of the scholar's approach instead. "You're sick, you know that?" Fortunately for Chad, the bell rang and he left homeroom. Shadow lingered for a moment. A guy never satisfied with others being happy, he stopped in his tracks and then decided he'd have to think on this one. % "Dad-Callan?" The fourth grader questioned, when his dad didn't appear at the doorway to Marsha Burke's office. "Your dad couldn't come right now, because he's busy at school. It is okay, isn't it Diego?" "Um, I guess so." Diego wasn't really convinced it to be 'okay', but played along. It wasn't as if a total stranger walked through that door. "Thank you for coming, Mr. O'Meara," Marsha cordially responded to the offer of a chair next to Diego. Marsha had a question about the 'dad-Callan'. It would be inappropriate for her to bring up the subject. She also didn't need to mention the subject matter at hand. "Dad-Callan, how come Frankie can't be in my class?" Callan first looked to Marsha. "I can wait outside, if you would like?" "No, noo," Callan said, then went on to try to reason, "Look Diego, you're nine years old and Frankie's ten. I know you and he had a lot of time to talk over things and get aquainted. You're good friends, right?" "Yeah.. and..." Diego felt kind of strange talking about being gay and how he loved Frankie, in front of the school prinicipal, so kept a tight lip about any other heartfelt messages. "But like your daddy and I, we're ages apart. If your dad and I were in school together, the same thing would be true. I would be in fourth grade and he in fifth. That's the way it works out. Understand?" "No." "Listen, Diego, you trust me, right?" "Yeah. I do, dad-Callan." "Can you do what Mrs. Burke says for today, until you get home tonight, so we can all talk about this?" "Um, I guess so," Diego said glumly. Taking his chin, he asked again, "Do it for me?" At this moment, all Diego wanted to feel is someone warm; someone that he knew loved him. He shot up from his chair, jumped forwards, slid his arms in between dad-Callan's arms and pecs and squeezed his face into his chest. Marsha Burke smiled. She knew what the writing on the wall spelled out in more ways than one. Suddenly, in her own heart, she a very warm feeling of gladness for Alonzo, whom she's known for a few years. She thought to herself, 'It couldn't have happened to a more deserving man!' % "Hey, Sean." "Hey, bro!" Upon entering the classroom at WRCC, the two gave hug. "I didn't know you were in my psych class." "Yeah, well I had a talk with Jacq and now that I'm following in his footsteps, I did some switching at the registrar's office." "That's cool. So, you're going to be a headshrinker, huh?" "Yeah. So, you dropped schoolboy off this morning, huh?" Sean asked, for small talk, befrore the professor entered. "Yep, but don't worry. I warned him I wasn't going to be a taxi service." "Even if he's cute?" "Hey, there's only one cute high school boy that I'm interested in," Matty replied, acting indignant. "Whoaaa, I didn't mean anything by that, you know me!" "Yeah, I know. Just putting you on, Sean. So, what's this with the career change?" "Jacq calls it more a 'career call'." "Call?" "I've finally declared a major." "Congratulations, Sean." "Thanks. Um, mind if we share a book for awhile, until I get mine." "No problem." "Jacq said he might have one of the books they're using, but I told him it's not part of their scheme of things." "I got you on that one. They change the book every year to something new." "Yeah, gotta keep the university presses turning." "This one's not bad though and I kind of like it and oh yeah, I have to show you something." Matty eagerly paged through the book, flipping by a hundred, then thumbing through the last five or six. "Here it is... 'the standard image of gay youth by mental health researchers, as depressed, isolated, drug-dependent, even suicidal, may have been exaggerated even twenty years ago, and is far from accurate today'." "Yeah, so?" "Look who the quote says said it!" Sean, arm around the back of Matty's chair, in the theatre styled classroom, leans in for a look. "Professor Jacques della Croix? That's 'my' Jacq!" Sean says excitedly. I didn't even know he was a 'professor'!" "That's what it says he is." "I wonder if he knows they have him quoted here?" "He's got to know or else he could sue them." "Wait til I show him. Do they have any more quotes by him?" "Not that I'm aware of." "Hmm... I didn't know he was even into studying gay youth." "Maybe he's using you for a guinea pig, Sean!" Matty laughed out loud. Sean got a kick out of it himself, but by far and wide, he knew deep down inside that Jacq was getting more pleasure out of having his ass fucked deep and hard than worrying about the statistics of gay youth, when they were busy going at it! % Hmm, wonder what else that book says... 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.