Date: Tue, 28 Jun 2005 18:14:14 -0400 (EDT) From: T Chase Subject: Nature Walk 48 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" 48 (M/t oral) wriTten by T. Chase McPhee % "You two look like 'the night of the living dead'!" "Thanks Riley. Got an extra razor on you?" "I didn't mean it 'that' personal, Barry!" Steve offers, "I don't think he meant to slit your throat Riley," then paws his early morning shadow. "Oh. I think I could dig up a disposable. Like the kind we give the jailbirds. How about some breakfast?" "Do we have to break into jail to get it free?" Steve laughed at his better half's joke, knowing Barry, as well as himself, have been through a grueling twenty-four hours. "You sure look beat, Beary," Steve used the cutesy namesake, making sure nobody had been around to eavesdrop. "What are you so hyper about, Steve?" "Well, as soon as we put things in order here, you and I can head straight for the lovenest!" "Barry takes a quick glance downwards. Ahem!" "Oh! Yeah.." Steve coughs, looks about and then juggles his pubic region around to accomodate his lust for later. Coming their way, they spot a familiar teen's face, accompanied by a man and a woman. "Hey, Steve, isn't that Bradley Seaford?" "Bradley Seaford? Who's that?" "We met him a couple of months ago when you introduced me to the chamber of commerce?" "Oh yeah. Seacrest Industries." Now, it's Barry's turn to feel that nuclear reaction from the underground. He had to make an about face and bend over to take a drink from the foundation to rearrange his overstuffed condition. "Steve, Barry?" Riley began, but waited til Barry relieved himself at the drinking station. "Oh yes, Officer Sanchez," Barry greeted him once again, this time on a more professional plane. "I'd like you to meet Mr. and Mrs. Seaford." Barry extends his hand, surely to get in the first dibs, "Oh yes. We've met." His eyes lock with Bradley Seaford, with the over extended handshake. "Yes, at the chamber of commerce meeting, though I had wished our followup could have been under better circumstances?" Seaford glances to his son. "Mrs. Seaford," Barry quickly changed his direction. Riley instructs them, "We can all use this room over here." Before they set foot out to their new territory, in walks Coach Martin. Even though Chris offers the track coach his hand, the Seafords keep their backoff stance. Steve, seeing this, pursues a diversionary tactic. "We're just about ready to get started, Marty," he addresses the coach, extending his hand and leading him along, bringing up the rear of the pack. Marty acknowledges a 'hello', offered by one of West Richland's 'young' finest. "Worth getting yourself arrested over, Marty? Huh?" Steve entertains the thought. "Yeah, but I think I'm in enough trouble as it is." The officer, waiting at the elevator, looks back their way, just as Marty turns his head to look towards the elevator. They exchange smiles. Catching up with the crowd, Riley waits at the doorway. As they step inside, Riley passes a crunched up piece of paper into Marty's hand. "What's this?" Marty questions. Riley replies, "Secret information," winks and then closes the door, entering the room with the rest. After they sit down at a banquet table, Marty open the tiny paper. Scribbled on it are: 'Rafael Montague 2:30pm, PD parking lot.' He smiled again at Riley, getting another wink. "Coach?" "Yes?" Marty replied, coming out of the visual contact with Riley. Barry, who full well knows the distraction, asks, "The Seafords are wondering why you're here?" "Why I'm here... well yes, I'm here because I take an interest in our athletes and frankly, I'm in awe that Chris has involved himself in such a dastard deed as bringing harm to another student." Steve wanted to applaud Marty's attempt at bringing himself back into the real world. He did a fine BS job, getting some logistics entwined. "Our point exactly," Bradley Seaford replied. "Yes, this is all and fine," Riley mediated, "but the fact remains that Chad Barr has suffered a broken rib and a gut full of bruises and it's of Chris' own word, that he's implicated himself, as being one of the students causing the harrassment." Chris, decked out in a suit, which his parents thought might present a good image, mulled around in his own stew. At the sight of attention, there's nothing he could do to erase yesterday. So, he thought it best to get things out on the table and make ready for tomorrow. "Yeah, okay, so I let somebody else influence me. Hey, I have nothing against gay guys. In fact...." Looking up, he glanced at Steve, then Barry, stayed immobile with eyes on his coach, then proceeded to Riley. "Hey, don't look at me, kid. I'm the moderator here. They're your real audience. If you have something to say, now's the time to say it and deal with it." Chris swallowed whatever was left in his dry throat and turned to his parents, spitting out, "Mom... Dad... I... I think I might be gay." Sitting on the corner, next to his dad, Chris waited. In a matter of seconds, he wound up on the floor, his father's hand on his dress shirt, clenched in a fist and his other fist pummeling him. "What do you mean you're gay?" Mrs. Seaford's hand pulled on his jacket, saying, "Dear... dear....." Officer Sanchez had a much better approach. The cuffs worked better, restraining Bradley Seaford, his chest down on the floor. "Mr. Seaford, I'm holding you on aggravated assault!" Instead of hauling him off to jail, Riley Sanchez pulled him up roughly and righted him in his chair, the cuffs keeping his arms pinned behind it. Steve and Barry, along with his mother, helped Chris back up. Instead of next to his dad, he sat between his mom and Coach Martin. "Now what did that prove, dear?" Mrs. Seaford asked her husband, in a dominating manner. "Please excuse my husband for his uncouth behaviour and Officer Sanchez, if you have extra, I'd like a pair of those to take home." Some thought the comment to be comical, but the humor wore off when Mrs. Seaford showed she meant it. They now wondered if the cuffs would be used as riot gear or in a more kinky fashion? Mrs. Seaford took over for her husband, asking, "Now, may we get down to business?" Before anyone could okay it, she goes on, "I understand you are asking my son to involve himself in community service, in lieu of jail time?" "Yes, Mrs. Seaford." "Madeleine, please. First, I want to thank you for not pressing charges and secondly, I'd like to know what you have in mind?" "Well," Barry begins, "I for one truly believe that Chris is not a bad kid." "Thank you, Mr. Barr..." "Barry and this is Steve. Steve Clark." "Considering of how you feel about my son, I only wish this could have been under better circumstances to make your acquaintance. Now, how can I help?" "Help?" "Yes. I'm very concerned about my son's affairs. I feel it's my obligation, since apparently, as a parent, I've overlooked a facet of my son's upbringing that could lead to him resorting to something of this nature." "Well, Madeleine, I've talked it over with Chad and he came up with an idea that I'm sure you will be pleased with." "What about me?" Chris boldly asks. His father states, brashly, "You?" "Shut up," Madeleine Seaford says to her husband, whom does just that. She then addresses her son, "Chris, you're walking on thin ice as it is. You're almost eighteen and I hope that by the time you reach that age you will learn to act more responsible for yourself. You're very... 'very' fortunate that Mr. Barr is willing to work for your interests and not against them. Now what do you have to say for yourself?" "Sorry Mr. Barr." "What did you have in mind Barry, before you were so rudely interrupted?" "Chad seems to think that if Chris participated in the program he's involved in at church, that he could help some youngsters along that are disadvantaged." "I'm not so sure about that," the father speaks up, "how do you know he's not going to rape those little kiddies? Owwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwch!" Bradley Seaford screamed his lungs out when Madeleine Seaford's high heel landed, with force and intent, on the top of his foot. Riley got a kick out of it. It would have been humorous in the right instance, for Steve and Barry, but at the resolving of this sensitive issue, they kept their straight faces. Steve tugged Riley's arm and gave him a bad look. "Keep your mouth shut, Bradley. Can't you see that our son is in enough of fix as it is?" "Mom, I can handle it!" "Chris, don't you take that attitude with me, young man!" After things calmed down, Bradley Seaford whimpering over his sore foot, the conversation proceeded. "Chris?" his mother asked, edging him onwards. "Okay, so what is it that I have to do, Mr. Barr?" "First, you need an attitude adjustment," Barry lay into him, which seemed to please the missus. "Yeah, okay." Coach Martin sat there, taking all the facts in. So far nothing made mention of the ordeal beyond Chad getting worked over. He played the silent type, hoping Chris didn't accidentally spill anything, as per Barry's agreement. "In addition, if your family doesn't have a parish, we're asking, not making it mandatory, that you attend church every Sunday." "That'll be fine," Madeleine agrees. "In fact, it might be nice if we all start going to church. Isn't that right, Bradley?" "Yes dear," the dreary acknowledgement proceeded from his clenched lips. "Anything else, Barry?" "Get involved." "Involved?" "Yes, Madeleine. You and your family. Involvement more in your son's life and that of things that interest and help others." "Well, I would say that Mr. Barr has been more than fair, Chris. What do you have to say?" "Thanks, Mr. Barr." Chris, like Albert Fagan, actually wanted to have Chad as a friend and not an enemy. "Now, Officer Sanchez?" Riley rises from his seat. He approaches Chris. "Stand," Riley says to him. "Whaa... what is this?" Barry, as well as Steve question, "Riley?" "Your mom thought it might be good for you to see what it's like to spend a night in the tank!" "What tha...?" Chris caught himself before going off on a cursing spree. That would most likely have caused more than some high heel stomping! Instead, he went with the flow and heeded to whatever Office Sanchez ordered. "Thank you for coming Madeleine." Barry and Steve exchanged handshakes with the missus, but when they went to offer a hand to Bradley, they found that Riley had neglected to remove the bracelets! "Guess I'll have to take you home like that!" Madeleine stated. She left the room, probably to go dig up some keys. Steve, Barry and Marty followed not long after, leaving poor Bradley still bound and waiting. "Whew!" Barry slapped Marty on the back. "Out of all of us, I think you sweated the most, Marty." "Tell you, I was on edge, wondering if Chris was going to spill the beans." "My guess is that he was deep enough, as it is into all this, than for it to get any more complicated." "Right, Steve. What about the other boys?" "Well, if I'm not mistaken, I think Albert Fagan will go along with everything. Like Chris, he made a mistake." "Yeah," Marty agrees, "but one thing he ain't got and that's Chris' attitude." "True," Steve interjects, "if anything, I think he'll welcome the experience of hiking in the wilderness and getting involved in helping others." "Yeah, he's a good kid." "Which brings me to something." "Oh, what's that Barry?" "His attachment to you, Marty." "Oh, you saw that too, huh?" "I think in time he'll find his own way, but right now he's going to need a mentor." Steve adds, "Yeah and with his mom in the hospital, who's going to tend after him?" "Are you saying that I should take him in, Steve?" "Well, right now Mike Green has lent a hand, in that respect. I think for now, as far as at school, that's where you can lend a hand." "I heard you were heading up a gay alliance team or something, Steve?" "Could always use a co-advisor, Marty." Marty stalled his conversation on that point. "Oh, what the heck! That closet door's got a rickety hinge on it... might as well bust it off!" Barry and Steve liked Marty's approach. Steve welcomed him to the 'team' and each of them gave Marty a hug. "Um, Marty?" "Yeah, Barry?" "It's 2:20pm, do you know where your Police Officer is?" "Is it that time already?" Steve and Barry laughed as Marty asked directions to the PD parking lot! % "Today is 'the' day!" "I hope nothing broke." "Oh, if anything happens to my harp, I don't know what I'll do, Aidan!" "Sean'll take care of it. I heard your dad tell him to look for it." "That's right! Sean's there. He'll make sure my harp is okay!" With that out of the way, they finished up their lunch and headed out onto the play ground. "Hi Diego. Who's your friend?" "This here is Darryl Arrow." Philip and Aidan stood there looking at the cute blond. "What grade are you in, Darryl," Aidan asked, for light chat. "Fourth grade." "Same grade as me," Diego added. Saved by the bell! As Philip and Aidan walked back to the school building, they talked amongst themselves. "Shy kid. What do you think, Philip?" "Yep. Diego's got a cute one, though." "Yeah. Not many of them Arrow kids got good looks." "There's so many of them that I don't know how many there are!" "I think there's ten kids, except two of them are twins. Does that make nine or ten, Philip?" "I don't know. If two are the same looking maybe they count as one." "Then that makes nine." "But if they think diff'rent things, then that might make them different people and then you would have to count two, Aidan." "Okay, then there's ten of them. Y'know you're a smart guy, Philip." "You're smart too, Aidan." "You're smarter. Look at all the things you know." "Like what?" "Playing the harp and about twins being two people." "Well look at the all the Monopoly games you know of, Aidan." "Yeah, I guess I know of a lot." "I bet you know more diff'rent Monopoly games than any kid in this school." "I don't know as I do, Philip." To prove it, Philip more or less demanded, "Tell them to me, Aidan." As kids herded towards the cafeteria doors, the titles began to leak out of Aidan's mouth, "Shrek 2, Simpson's, Sooby Doo, Mickey Mouse, Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer, US Air Force...." "C'mon Aidan, or else we're gonna be late!" Philip pulled on his tee. % Sean watched the movers bring things in. Everything from big boxes to recognizable items, like bedposts and chairs, but nothing he saw resembled a harp. One thing he enjoyed immensibly being brought in time after time is the body on the two legs of this one young guy. Walking around, as the delivery came, he found he had to take a leak, so found the most accessible jon. While standing there, the yellow stream engaged, the door opened abruptly. "Ooooh, sorry man!" But the guy didn't close the door. Instead, he stood there staring at Sean's piss-erection. "What's the matter? Never seen another man's cock?" At that moment, the door slammed shut. Sean flushed and tucked his tool back inside his zipper. Opening the door, he found the young guy, back glued to the wall, looking pale. "It's free now." "Um. Yeah. Thanks. Sorry." "No problem. Hey, what's your name?" "I gotta go bad!" Letting the kid take his leak, Sean hung outside the door. He mulled around, fixing a bent nail in the wall where a picture might have hung. It fell back into the wall til only the head remained. The jon door opened. "Hey, didn't mean to embarrass you." "You didn't," the kid replied. Sean, one not to beat around the bush, asked upfront, "You gay?" "Gay?" "Yeah, gay in liking other guys?" "Um..." Then to break the ice, he added, "I'm gay. If you are, that's okay with me." Must've been the smile that forced him to reckon with Sean. "Yeah, but," he looks around to see if anyone is looking, "I'm not out." "The secret stays with me. What's your name?" "Pete." "Where you from?" "New Jersey." "Oh, that's right, dah! That's where their stuff was delivered from." "Yeah. You from around here?" "Yeah. My name's Sean Clark. I used to live back there," Sean points in the direction of the house. "Where do you live now?" "I have a lover. We live together at his house." "Um, do you go out together in public?" "Oh sure and lots of people know we're gay." "They do? And nothing happens to you?" "Nope. In fact there's a lot of gay guys in this neighborhood." "Really?" Then they hear in a loud, boisterous manner, "Pete, get your fuckin' ass down here or we're leaving ya!" "I bet it's nice to live out here in the country?" Sean saw something in Pete. Like he was pleading for something. He decided to pry. "What do you have to go home to, Pete?" "Nuthin'. They don't much appreciate me back home." "Why don't you cashup and move out here?" "Cashup?" "Right. Get your things in order and..." "Sean?" "Yeah, Pete." "I don't really live in New Jersey." "Oh? How's that go Pete?" "Pete, get your fuckin' ass down here! I'm leavin' now!" "Sean, don't make him take me, pleaaaaase?" Suddenly things weren't all rosie, as Sean pictured the scene of Pete holding onto his hand, as if a vacuum sucked him up and he was the only anchor. "Hmm... c'mon, let's see what your boss says." Reporting to the front door, Sean looked upon the two big burley men that had trasped in and out with goods. "C'mon Petey, time to hit the road." "I...." Pete stuttered. "What Pete's trying to say is that he's decided not to go with you guys. See ya!" Sean started to close the door, but a hand kept it from closing. He stepped back rather than get hit it the face with the door. "Listen, mister," the one brute says, "Petey's going with us, so don't fuck with us!" Pete stood way back, far behind Sean. "You his father?" "No, but...." "The other guy?" "No, but...." "Then take a hike. Pete's staying with me." "No listen, I'm being reasonably peaceful here..." "That a threat?" "Nobody's making threats. I just want the kid to come along." Sean could see him inch his way past him. Pete must've meant something to him. He wondered what. By Pete's resignation to begging him a few minutes ago, his reasons for not wanting to go along seemed dire enough to put up a fight. Only, Sean didn't want to tangle with the likes of the two moving men. However, one of the men made for Pete while the other lurched forward towards Sean. Moving out the way, the guy tripped inside the door. In the mean time, Pete tried taking on the moving man two sizes bigger than he. It wasn't working in his favor. Sean had picked up a chair and used it like a trainer fighting a wild tiger. Unfortunately for the moving man, but to Sean's advantage, the chair leg caught him right in between the legs. Pete, taking Sean's hint picked up something close at hand. Doing a turnabout, he broadsided the guy, knocking him in the head with the object. It rang out several different tones, as Pete held the remnants of the broken object in his hands. "You okay, Pete?" "Yeah, Sean, but I don't think he is!" "You'll fuckin' regret that kid," the threatening moving guy still said, kneeling and holding his head. The other moving guy lay on floor, groaning and holding his balls. "Look, I'm calling the police unless you get the hell outta here. I don't think the judge would take kindly to having his home messed up." "Judge?" "Yeah. Judge Barr." "Judge Barr? I didn't know he was a judge. You mean like in the 'law'?" "For once you got something right." "Hal," the thug yelled to his partner, "let's get the fuck outta here." "What about the kid? We paid..." Hal stopped in midsentence, aware of the implications. All Sean wanted was to avoid another scene and get rid of these guys. His planned paid off and they hightailed it out of there, got into their moving vans and left the premises. Sean watched out the door to make sure they were up the block before he dialed 911. "Are they gone?" "Yeah, now to make sure they don't come back!" Sean happened on one of WRPD's top cops, Officer Riley Sanchez. He knew that justice would be done, especially after explaining the circumstances involving young Pete. "Thanks Sean," Pete said, after Sean hung up his cellphone. "No problem. Pete?" "Yeah?" "How old are you?" "Sixteen." "You're a strong guy for Sixteen. I would've pegged you for seventeen, maybe older." "That's what my mom used to say." "And where is your mom?" "Don't have one no more. She died." "And your dad?" Pete shrugged his shoulders. "Anybody else close?" "Nope. Had an aunt and uncle, but they wasn't my real aunt and uncle. They wanted me to live with them, after my mom... died." Pete had lowered the object that he clobbered the moving van thug with. It looked to be in shambles, as he set it down carefully on the floor. Then Pete inched towards Sean. "I never met anybody who did anything for me Sean." At that point, it seemed Pete let loose the floodgates and at the same time his face met up with Sean's tee shirt, just under Sean's chin. "Hey, don't worry. Those men aren't coming back, Pete." "They were mean to me, Sean." "Mean?" "They did stuff to me." Being frank, Sean asks, "They do sexual stuff to you, Pete?" "Yeah." "Don't you worry. They'll get what's coming to them. Are you thirsty or hungry?" "Both. I didn't eat since yesterday." "Oh... fiddlesticks," Sean changed his mind on choose of words. "What is that thing anyway, Sean?" "I think it 'was' a harp!" "I'm sorry I busted it on ya." "Oooh, it's not mine.. no, no, no... but I'm sure we'll be hearing about it. Maybe I better stash it in the closet for now." Sean, being crafty, didn't use any old closet. He walked upstairs and made sure it fit snuggly in the room he guessed to be the master bedroom. Letting himself out the backdoor, Sean led Pete back towards the house he grew up in. "So, a judge is moving in there?" "No." "But you said..." "I did what I had to do to avoid any more of a confrontation, Pete. It's called survival." "Smart move, Sean." "Thanks." "Those two guys had to be twice as big as us." "Like I said, I mean it's not a good thing to lie, but a little fib did us some good, what do you think?" Sean told Pete, rubbing the top of his shaggy head. "And like 'I' said, Sean. You're a smart guy. Where are we going now?" "The house I lived in before I met up with my boyfriend." "I thought you were lovers?" "We are. We're also best friends." "You know what, Sean?" "What Pete?" "I already feel good being around you." "Well, I'm not sure what's going to become of you, Pete, but one thing I am sure of is that you're going to meet lots of guys that are just like you." "Are they gay like me?" "Some. Like my brothers." "You have gay brothers?" "Yup. In fact all of my brothers are gay." "How can that happen?" "We're all adopted. In fact, we weren't much different than you." "You mean you're like me, Sean?" "My dad and mom didn't want me because I was gay." "That doesn't sound like a good reason. How can that be, Sean? Didn't they love ya?" "I'm not sure. I was younger, Pete, but that's the way they felt." "How did they find out, Sean? I mean, I don't tell anybody I'm gay." "You told me, Pete." "That's because you told me you were, Sean." "Oh. That's right. Well, most folks around here are okay with coming out and saying your gay." Then Sean sensed a tinge of saying something, but not fully believing his statement, recollecting over the past few weeks of gay violence, but he stood by his guns anyway. "That's strange." "It's life, but I don't go around shouting 'hey everybody, I'm gay'!" Sean yelled out as they neared the house. "But I don't keep it a secret either. If somebody asks me, like I asked you, Pete, then I'll tell them. I'm proud to be who I am, not hiding it like somebody else wants me to be who I'm not. Understand?" "Sort of, Sean." "C'mon Pete, let's empty the fridge!" Pete began looking at Sean as the big brother he never had, or rather, he could be the father he never knew. % "Did you hear something?" "Like what Barry?" "It's not time for the kids to get home yet." Steve took advantage of Barry, in the 'sit-up' position. Weaseling around, he lapped at the crack disappearing under his ass. "I don't know about you Steve!" "You don't like my tongue on your hairy crack anymore?" "No. Here we could be getting robbed and all you're worried about is burying your tongue in my ass!" "Alright," Steve said, getting up out of the bed. Barry followed, each grabbing their pants they took off not but an hour ago, minus the briefs. The two descended the stairs, ready to put up a fight, yet figuring the school bus might've missed a few stops. "Hey, that's Sean's voice!" "Of course," Barry said more relaxed. Steve let up his guard, as the two barechested dads proceeded towards the kitchen. "Sean, the stuff get unloaded okay?" Barry asked, not seeing Pete right away. Steve popped the question, "Well who do we have here?" "Dad, Barry, meet Pete." "One of you're college buddies?" Steve asks his son, shaking the sixteen year old's hand. "Yeah. Get real dad." Pete says to Steve, "You're son is a brave guy and he's been real nice to me." Sean saw how Pete looked back and forth between Barry and his dad. What was he supposed to think, seeing two guys in only pants, descended from upstairs? "Pete, my dad is gay and this is his lover, Barry." Barry says, lightheartedly, "Well, can't say I've been introduced quite like that before!" "I'm gay, too!" Pete said openly. For the first time in his life he didn't feel intimidated. "So, Sean..." "Oh, I guess you're wondering why Pete is here?" "It crossed our minds." "Actually, he came along with Barry's freight." "Oh, by the way, Sean. Did you happen upon Philip's harp?" Pete says, "Oh yeah. We found it!" However, Sean didn't fess up to it, nor wish to talk about it. "It's broke." "Broke?" Barry said. "Oh man, I was afraid something like that might happen. Philip's going to be so disappointed." Pete looked up at Sean, then said, "Barry?" "Yes, Pete?" "I... broke it, but it was sorta an accident." "I guess I should have told you beforehand," Sean proceeds. "You see, when the furniture was delivered, the moving men, two big burley guys,started looking for Pete," Sean began to explain. "Yeah," Pete chipped in, "I came with them." "You? How old are you Pete?" Steve asked. "He's sixteen. I think there's more to this than Pete has told me, but they sexually abused him and..." "They what?" "I didn't do nothin', really?" Barry's uncontrolled response scared Pete. He fled for Sean's chest once more. "Hey, sorry Pete. I didn't mean to scare you there." Sean helped Pete back to his seat, moving his chair closer. Neither of them noticed the peanut butter and jelly stain on Sean's tee shirt. "So, you want to tell us about it, son?" Steve asked. Sean went through the whole story, after taking a leak, onward. Barry didn't like what happened to the harp, but to him, if the thug's head got in the way, breaking the harp had been justified. "We're home!" "Uh-oh," is all Barry could say, upon hearing Philip's excited voice. Pete got up out of his chair and moved towards Sean. % What becomes of the brokenharp-ed? 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.