Date: Thu, 30 Jun 2005 16:36:04 -0400 (EDT) From: T Chase Subject: Nature Walk 50 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" 50 (M/t oral 'fantasy') wriTten by T. Chase McPhee % "What's the matter? I'm not getting my usual beargrunts out of you? Don't like my tongue anymore?" "Nah, it's not that Steve." "Could it be Marsha heard about Barry Manilow getting involved, Steve?" Steve, lying between Barry's legs, stopped licking the tall post, surrounded by the hairy pubes. Steve changed tactics. Instead of planting his face in between Bear.. Barry's legs, he dragged his body along his lover's hairy masses and stalked the right side tuft of hair enticing him onward, covering his left pec. He lapped away at the fur, stopping now and then to pickup the lag in the conversation. "Did you tell anyone else but me?" "No." "Then..." A knock came at their bedroom door. "Who is it?" "It's me... Alonzo." A separate answer replied, "And Callan." Steve, all eyes and a bright smile, says to his mate, "They're here for the fourway!" "Steve, get real? Come in," Barry says out loudly. Although Barry didn't worry about covering up, nor did Steve, who turned from lying facedown, to expose his complete self. "Oh, I see we 'are' interrupting some important matters," Callan replies, staring at Steve, then back at Barry." Steve jokes with Callan, whom stands there in his boxer shorts, as does Alonzo, "Want a fuzzy navel?" Moving to Barry's side, sliding from his bod, Steve points to the hairy bellyhole. Callan smiles, slamming the door behind the two. "Heeey, what're you doing Callan?" "Calling Steve's bluff!" "What tha?" Alonzo further says, watching his lover approach Steve, bend over and lick the tiny treasure trail below Steve's navel. "I meant 'his' fuzzy navel," Steve again points out Barry's deep innie, covered with dark brown hair, "not mine." However, in the short instant, Callan's tongue already grazed Steve's thin treasure trail. "Mmmm... you're right, Alonzo. Fuzzy navel's 'are' the best!" "Aren't you going to stop them Barry?" "Who's going to stop you, Alonzo?" Barry replies, a fat grin on his face, his hand between his legs, rubbing his thick piece of meat. Callan stands, places his hands on his hips and looks over towards his lover. "I'm surprised at you Callan!" "Why Alonzo? It's not like we weren't invited." Suddenly a devlish feeling comes over Alonzo. His thumbs that help rest his hands on his torso, begin to hook under the elastic on his boxer shorts. The beltline begins to make his treasure trail elongated. "Fuckin' hot!" Steve calls out, almost drooling over the navel striptease. Alonzo looks down at what he's doing. Soon the top line of his rich, medium brown pubic hair begins to show, his intentions to tantalize. Steve gazes to his right, watching Callan's attention wander from his navel trail. Seeing Callan look over to his lover, he says to him, "Well, what are you waiting for?" With one swipe, Steve yanks Callan's boxers down to his knees. This humors Barry to no end, as he cracks up, "Haa ha ha ha haaaa..ha ha ha.." As revenge, Callan pushes Steve off the bed and takes control of Barry's cock. "Heeeey!" Steve yells out. On all fours, Steve begins to get up, but is halted by Alonzo's hand on his shoulder. "And where are you going, Steve?" Alonzo replies, his jutting cock staring him in the face. Alonzo demands an answer, "You want it bad, don't you Steve?" "Oh yeah... get dominant on him, Alonzo," Barry tells him. "You like that, do you Steve?" "Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!" Alonzo retreats and slams into the bed matress, bouncing Barry, as well as himself, lining his body up next to the bear. Callan almost chokes, having Barry's cock driven to the back of his throat, as a result of the big bounce. "Well, here we are!" Alonzo announces, as if company just arrived. "Yeah, about time Steve and I broke your resistance." "It's not actually the reason... oh wait a second, Barry... Steve, you can devour my meat now." "Don't be so nice to Steve. He likes it when you're mean!" Alonzo tries out the mean master routine, saying, "Get your lips on my cock, Steve!" The two laughed. Callan was too busy going at Barry's delicious meat to stop for comedy. "Feels so fucking good, Alonzo. You get this treatment every night?" Steve pops off Alonzo's 8.5c chorizo and asks, "Do I hear complaints about thou?" pertaining to himself. "Did I tell you to stop sucking me Steve?" Barry leans in, doing a situp. They kiss and then Steve goes back to his licking and sucking. "Wet down my balls, Callan." Barry dictates, replacing his hands behind his head, showing off those thick, bear armpits. "You 'are' bossy, Barry." "Heee... heee... Steve like's it." "So, what I meant to tell you is that I came in here because I mentioned to Callan, in the middle of a sweet moment that I remembered about what Marsha said." "Right now, I feel so fuckin' good, who gives a dam!" Taking the hint, Alonzo presses his left side upwards, turning towards Barry. He gets the same feeling. Steve, sucking away moves with his motions. Alonzo places his lips on Barry's. Two men pop off of dicks and look up at the top of the bed. Callan and Steve look at each other and then surrender their temporary meal for some kissing action of their own. Breaking, Barry and Alonzo gaze at their lovers making out. Alonzo jokes with Callan, "Barry's got two nice hairy armpits up here, waiting to be devoured!" "Are they nice and ripe?" Callan asks. "Why don't you come and find out." Barry straightens out his legs, as Callan situates his pubes over his, reaching up and tonguing the tuft of dark brown hair. "You sure are smooth, Steve," Alonzo says, running his hands over his sides, as he gets likewise pit treatment. "Go for his nips," Barry cues Alonzo in. "OOoooooooooooh," Steve groans in ecstasy. Noticing the effect it has, Alonzo's right hand moves down between them, wrapping his hand around Steve's 7c barrel. Barry decides to try the same treatment on Callan, fingers prodding the covering of dense forest, searching for the twin peaks. "Ooooh fuck!" Callan cries out. "Hee hee heee... looks like we got another nip-lover here!" "Callan, I had no idea!" "Neither did I, Alonzo. Oh man does it feel great!" Callan sits up, straddling Barry, his hands behind his head, surrendering his chest to the two tormenting hands. Sooner than later, some goo starts leaking into Barry's stomach fur. Steve glances over, scoops up a fingerful and devours it. "Ooooh..." in between the sweet groans, Callan remarks, "like it, Steve?" "It's got an Irish twang to it!" "What in the heck is that, Steve?" "Tastes different my bear's load." "Am I in store for a sweet treat?" Callan asks. "Forget it Callan. The only thing that gets Barry's sweet treat is my ass!" Like reprimanding the kids, Barry replies, "Now, now boys. No fighting!" "I don't believe it," Alonzo says, "two grown men fighting over our sweet cream, Barry!" "Maybe we should have a tasting contest." "Contest?" "Yeah. We both shoot our loads and they get to taste and compare?" "Kinky, Barry, but I find it highly erotic. Let's do it!" Figuring out how to go about it made each of them think on overtime. "You could fuck us, then pull out and shoot it on our stomach's, like usual," Steve came up with. "No," Barry gives his opinion, "then we wouldn't be able to see you eat it, Steve." "Right, Barry," Alonzo agrees. "I want to see each of them taste it, like really eating it." "Unless..." "I love that look!" Steve acknowledges, seeing Barry's face smile. "Looks evil to me," Callan notes. "Barry always gets that look when he's thinking up something erotic!" "Ya learn something new everyday," Alonzo jokes. "So, what's your idea, Barry?" "Wait a minute. Be right back!" Donning his robe, Barry hightails it out of the room. Within minutes he slams the bedroom door shut. "What have we here?" Steve describes the contents of Barry's hands, "bowls and spoons?" "Yup. A real treat for you and Callan!" "This is weird, but I love it!" Callan replies. "C'mon, Alonzo. Let's get our boys on their backs." Alonzo can't get over the outlandish thing he's letting himself get into. "You two have done this before?" "Not with a spoon and bowl," Barry tells Callan. "Dah, stupid question," Callan realises. After all, being partners, naturally one half of the couple would have experienced a creamy treat savored in the belly! So, they set up the experiment, placing the bowls in different places. "No, I think as we pull out of their asses, the bowls should be sitting on their pubes, right next to their cocks." "I don't know Alonzo. I'm so horny that I could probably shoot it right into their mouths!" "Barry?" "Ok, Alonzo, we'll put the bowls on their pubes, but if you see any precum sliding down Callan's hard cock, then you better move the bowl." "True. We don't want either of our creams contaminated!" "Oh great," Callan observes, "now our precum is contaminated, Steve!" Steve laughs, as the more serious halves fix their cocks at the ass openings. "Ooooooooh," Barry moans, "such a hot ass!" Steve smiles. Makes up for the negative cock sucking comment ten-fold. Alonzo, not wanting Barry get ahead of him, states, "Nice and tight. Just the way I like it!" Barry looks over towards Alonzo, smirking. "Couldn't let me get ahead of you, huh?" "Hey, what man's ass chute isn't hot, Barry?" "Well, I'll have you know Alonzo, that although I've fucked Steve over and over, he's still a tight fuck!" "Oh yeah?" Barry pulls out. "Try him. You'll see!" Steve and Callan, amazed at the congeniality Barry is extending to Alonzo, look up, as if doing crunches. They look at each other. "Do you mind, Callan?" "Do you?" The two laugh. "Well, for one thing, Barry, you've sure got it over on me with the thickness.... yet.. oooooh... yeah..." "Told you Steve's tight. Mind if I?" "Go ahead." Some caution is evoked from Callan's face. Steve says, "Don't worry it only hurts for the first few inches, Callan....ooooooh..." his words break off as Alonzo sinks in deeper. "Akkk," Callan sighs, as he feels his ass chute opening up wider than normal. "Don't worry, he can be a gentle bear," Steve assures Callan. "When does the gentle part start?" "Not the same, Alonzo." "I agree," reflects back to Barry. "Had enough?" "Yeah. If you don't mind, I'll take my Callan's ass back." Pulling out, they exchange places on the bed, placing their already lubed up, juicy looking cocks into their proper host. Neither settled the score to which ass was tighter or heat intensified. They both got so much into feeling their cock massaged by their lovers smooth, intense insides, that they forgot all about the bowls sitting in front of them. Almost simulaneously they shot their loads deep into their lover's chute. "Oooooh, I forgot!" Barry called out, followed by Alonzo saying, "Me too!" Steve remarks, "Well, I've got plenty of cream!" "Me too!" Callan agrees. "Looks like we're going to find out which of the bottoms having the best tasting cream!" % "That was the best night sleep I ever got!" "Really, Pete?" "Yeah, Denis." "Did you ever sleep in bed with another guy?" "Nope. Not another guy my age." The two sixteen year olds lay there, faced up, brief clad. "I liked it when you put your arm over me in the middle of the night, Denis." "If I known it, I probably wouldn't have." "Why not?" "Because I wanted to give you your privacy and keep my difference. Besides, I've got a boyfriend." "But we're both gay." "I know, but being gay isn't all about sex and stuff. That's what my dad says." "You're so lucky, Denis." "Oh, how's that go, Pete?" "Well, you got brought up with a dad that's already gay." "It wasn't always like that, but I'm glad it turned out to be like that." "What do you mean it wasn't always like this, Denis?" "When I was twelve, my real dad, they call him a biological parent, kicked me out when he caught me with another guy." "Oh yeah? How did it happen?" "He wasn't from around here. I'm from Tennesee." "I never knew anybody from Tennesee. It's a long way off. How did you get here?" "First off, I got caught playing around with an older guy." "Your biological dad?" "Yeah. This other guy was two years older than me. We started by taking our shirts off, feeling each other and then working our way to being in the buff." "Buff?" "Yeah, all naked. Then we touched each other and soon we would up in my bed." "What did you do, Denis?" "Sucked each other. You know." "Really I don't." "Oh, okay. I guess if I'm the first guy you've been in bed with, then you wouldn't know." "I know what it feels like to get fucked, though!" "Yeah, I heard. That's not what it's like to have 'nice' sex. They forced that on you, Pete." "You mean it can feel nice?" "Yeah, but I never got to find out how it feels to be fucked." "That guy was going to fuck you?" "I'm not sure. He might have or I might have fucked him." "The two guys I was with was either a top or bottom. You wasn't a top or bottom 'cause you didn't know, Denis?" "Yeah... if what I think you're saying is what I think." "So, what happened next?" "My dad came home from work early and caught us at it. He pulled my friend off of me and hurled him on the floor, telling him to get his clothes and get out!" "Wow. He manhandled him?" "Yeah. I mean the guy wasn't going to complain. Oh know. You don't know my dad. When he gets angry, he acts like a madman." "So, he got dressed and left?" "Oh no. Scared shit, he just picked up his clothes and took off. Maybe he dressed downstairs. I don't know and neither would my dad. He was too busy getting freakin' pissed at me." "So he threw you out, too?" "Yeah, but not until he interrogated me." "What did he do?" "He asked the usual, 'How long has this been going on?' and then busted my ass with telling me that I was a sicko for being gay." "Then he threw you out?" "No. Not immediately. He stormed out, then after hitting the fridge for a sixpack, though it over." "What did your mom say?" "Didn't have one." "Everybody's gotta have a mom, Denis." "In school they said I was from a broken home. They knew my dad drank and my mom ran off with some no-good." "At least when I had a mom and dad, they were good to me." "After my mom left, he turned on me. I tried being as good as gold. I think after awhile he saw that I was a good kid, but then his opinions changed like that," Denis snapped his fingers, "and his mind was made up. It was like I was the son of the devil or something." "I never said anything to anybody because I didn't want people thinking that about me or that I was weird." "He came back to my room later and told me to clear out." "Clear out? Like move out?" "Yeah." "At least he didn't throw you out, Denis." "Yeah, but I didn't know where to go. Plus, I had enough stuff in my room to fit into.... into 'this' room. I took only what could fit in bookbag." "You had to leave good stuff behind?" "Right. But I think I was more scared of my dad than worrying about my Gameboy or computer." "I never had any of that stuff, so I don't know, but I did want to take a lot of pictures of my mom, dad and me. I do have a couple I stashed in my wallet, but the bad moving guys have it now." "Sean says the cops picked them up. Maybe you'll get them back." "I'd like that. So, when you ran away, you came here, Denis?" "Oh know. I hitched cross the country. I spent a week here or there and finally stayed in California for about two months." "Then you came here?" "Not right away. I met my dad I have now, in California. He was at some educator's conference. I..." "You what, Denis?" "I got so hungry that... well he was waiting outside the hotel for cab back to the airport. I was really hungry and the only thing I could think of doing... well, I had seen other guys doing it, so... asked him if he wanted a blow job." "That's what the moving guys wanted. Blowjobs. What did he say?" "Would you believe that he knew I was hungry?" "So he paid you for a blowjob?" "No. He squatted down and asked if I was hungry." "Wow. How did he know that?" "He told me later that that's how he met Sean, except with Sean it was in town." "You're so lucky, Denis." "Compare to you, yes, Pete. At least I didn't get abused like you." "So dad-Steve brought you back here and you started living here?" "Not right away, but he worked at getting all kinds of papers filed. He had to return to California a couple of times, then fly to Tennessee, to get papers filed there and my... biological dad to give me up for adoption." "So, he didn't want you, huh?" "Nope. Doesn't matter now. I've had Steve for a dad for four years now and he's been the best. Still is the best, plus I got a nice family to live with. The best family!" "You're so lucky, Denis. Was Sean a good brother?" "Yeah, the best for an older brother. He's had a lot of tough times, but I know now he's having it good." "Do you brothers have sex with each other?" "No. Our dad brought us up with good values." "Sorry." "It's okay. You didn't have a dad to teach you, so how would you know, Pete." "Do Sean and his lover have any children?" "No. They haven't been together for more than a coupla months. Geez, I can't picture Sean being a dad." "Does he want to be a dad? Have you ever heard him say something like that, Denis?" Denis wasn't any dumb bunny. He knew where Pete was headed. "You like my brother, don't you?" "Like him?" "I don't mean, like sexually." "He treated me nice and helped me." "He's kind of been like that, even though he got a raw deal out of life, growing up." "What happened to him?" "I don't know the whole story, but my dad told us that his lover abused him." "Dad-Barry abused Sean?" "Noooooo, not dad-Barry! Dad-Barry is real cool! No, I'm talking about my dad's first lover, Seb. I know he abused Sean like you got abused with the moving guys." "This Seb guy fucked Sean?" "Yeah and some other stuff." "Poor Sean," Pete replied, with an empathetic meaning. "Hey, we better get going, Pete. Today's your first day of school." "I wonder if I'll get in your class, Denis?" "I don't know. I think they have to test you, but if you can rattle off answers like you did last night, then you'll have no problem. One thing, though." "What's that?" "Don't going around telling guys your gay. Let them find out naturally." "Wow! I have so much to learn about being gay, Denis. Thanks!" "Well, here's something else, we better move real quick or the Squirts are gonna make it to the jon before us!" "Hee hee heeee..." "Go ahead and laugh, Pete, but..." "No, I wasn't laughing at you, Denis." "Oh?" "No, I laugh everytime I hear my name." "Huh?" "That's my name. Pete Quick!" "Oh, the guys will have fun with that one!" % "Hey, preppy. Time to hit the showers!" "Ooooh, do you have to remind me, Matty?" "I know I kept you up late, preppy." "No, it's not 'that'. I hate my new way of earning my grade in gym class." "Coach Pepper keeping you hopping?" "Oh man. If I could catch him without his shirt on, then I'd really be hopping!" "Oh?" "Only guy-watching. You know what I mean, Matty." "Hmm... wonder what his buff chest has that mine hasn't got?" "Oh, you're the tops, Matty. No guy could have... well, this?" Matty let out some early morning sighs, as Chad licked his right pec, firming up the nip that lay under the dark fur. "Mmmmm...." "But then again... I don't want to get detention!" "That's right. You haven't been making track team practice with your busted rib now, Chad." "It's a sin." "What is?" "The track team is reduced to Steven, Wade Thomas and myself." "I know Foster's outta commission, but what about Seaford and Fagan?" "Suspended from all extra curricular activities." "Isn't there any other guys that want to come out?" "Sure, underclassman, but Coach Martin says this is a senior's team." "Are they any good, Chad?" "Who?" "The underclassmen, dufous!" "Oh! I knew that. Well, I've seen Monteverdi run and he's right up there with Seaford." "Nice cock?" Chad, stops buckling his belt and stands there, hand on hip. "I thought we were being serious here, Matty?" "Okay.. okay, Chad. Go ahead." "And do you have to lay there like a GQ model and tempt me?" "I can't help it if I don't get ready until after you, Chad." "Take up jogging or something!" "Okay..." Matty gets up out of bed, watching Chad buckle his belt the whole time, his attention towards his belly. He moves behind him, massaging his shoulders. "I've made you lose your cool. Sorry." After Chad assembles the buckle below his navel, the little treasure trail hairs protruding from the beltline, he turns around. "I forgive you." "So, as I see it...." Chad blocks Matty's next opinion and kisses him on the lips. As they part, Matty replies, "You sure do love that French kissing I taught you, preppy." "Yeah... yeah.... now what's your idea?" Matty's immediate idea, to disassemble Chad's wardrobe and drag him back into bed, fizzled. "You need to lay it on the line with Coach Martin." "He's got time off. Coach Pepper is taking over." "Even better, Chad." "How so?" "Talk Coach Pepper into making some changes, like including some underclassmen on the track team, then let him take the blame." "You know you're pretty shifty, Matty?" "Comes with big business, preppy!" Matty replies, on the sly, patting Chad's smooth tummy. "Aren't you going back to bed?" "No. Going to pick you out a not-so-nice sweater..." "Not-so-nice?" "Yeah, in case you get beat up again..." "Oh, that was low, Matty!" "Low... hmm... if I wanted to get that low, I'd make sure my mouth is open, Chad!" "Hmm... now who's being horny this morning?" "Must be the testosterone flow. One morning it's you, next is me." "I suppose. Just as long as we're in sync for the evenings, huh?" Both jocks whoop it up with laughter. Matty takes a sweater from the draw and tosses it to Chad, who catches it midchest. "Eweee.. I hate this color." "Pickeeeeee.. toss it back here." He throws Chad a green one." "Do me favor, Matty and burn that one!" "What's wrong with the color pink?" "Too gay," Chad replies, sticking up his pinky and replying in the fem manner. "Oh palease!" Matty replies, the same way. "Speaking of which, how do you like Steven?" "Needs a makeover, but he's a nice guy." "Why, Chad?" He didn't say anything. "Okay, what's up, preppy?" "Why don't we make him over into a 'preppy'?" "If you don't get moving, Chad, I'm going to make you over into a fucktoy!" "I'd accomdate you, but don't want to risk detention twice in a row." "Yeah, you don't have any cute coaches to bail you out, preppy!" "Coach Pepper is kinda hot. So, what are you gonna do?" "Drop you off and go for a campus jog. Maybe if I work up a sweat I'll show off my hot pecs!" "You just keep that shirt on, Matty. I don't need no competition!" % "Hot night last night, huh?" "Fucking your ass is the same as the first time I entered it, Steve," Barry compliments him as he skims the double edged razor over his foamy face. "I thought it doubly hot and wouldn't mind doing it again. How about you, Beary?" "Of course I'm going to do it again. Don't be ridiculous, Steve." "We never did get to trade off cum's did we?" "Huh?" Barry stops shaving to look at Steve strangely, through the mirrored reflection. "Even though Callan and I got to taste each other's, the..." "Steve, what in the hell are you talking about?" Barry made a full turn, leaning with hands on the vanity, facing his nude lover. "Last night when... nooooooooooooooo!" Steve looked as startled as Barry. "Couldn't be!" Starting to laugh, Barry gets the gist of Steve's bewilderment. "Oooh haa ha haa... what do they say? The power of suggestion? Haa ha ha haaa...oooooh Steve!" "I.... I thought it was real!" By now, feeling sorry for Steve, Barry drops his razor on the counter, towels off the white foam and hugs him. "Ooooh, I can see you're disappointed." "Not disappointed. It's just that it seemed so real. That's all." "Well, I can see what you must've had on your mind when Callan and Alonzo stopped in to give me the remembered information, that came to Alonzo." "And they didn't stay?" "Oh, you poor guy, Steve," Barry said, pressing his bear body closer, patting his back for comfort. Suddenly Steve's disposition changes from somber, to relating what a fool he is. "Oh noooo! Haa ha ha ha... I can't believe it was a dream!" "Like I told you, Steve. Power of suggestion. Tell me..." "It's too long to tell you, but there you and Alonzo lay out on the bed. Callan serviced you and I serviced him. Heeeey!" "What'samatter, Steve?" "Don't you go letting Alonzo get dominant on me. Took the whole romantic aspect out of our affair." "Steve, do you want to have sex with Alonzo and Callan?" "Well, er... if it happened to happen. I don't think I'd send out pretty invitations!" That gave Barry a chuckle. "I know you get your horny moments, Steve.." "And you don't, Barry?" "Of course. It's human." "Then?" "I... well..." Steve could see Barry settling into a more serious mood. "What?" "I feel that once we start deviating from you + me, that it will evolve to you - me." "You mean breaking up? Oh fuck," Steve says totally seriously, "un-uh, that's not gonna happen. Not in a million years, Barry." Barry could see that Steve wasn't joking round. This was the romantic, serious Steve Clark speaking. "You better say that, Steve." Puckering up, they overstayed their stay in the jon, to show that they each meant business! % There's no business like 'show' business! continued......... Copyright 2005 T. 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