Date: Thu, 14 Jul 2005 16:42:11 -0400 (EDT) From: T Chase Subject: Nature Walk 52 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" 52 (M/t oral 'Squirts' discovery) wriTten by T. Chase McPhee % "How did your day go, Steve?" "Wunnerful. I got two more students for the gay alliance." "That's great, Steve! How many does that make it?" "Eight, I think and oh, you're not going to believe this." "What?" "Lance Dodge caught me alone in the teacher's room and..." "Jumped ya, Steve?" "Oh man, I wish he had! Anyway, he comes 'out' to me." "No kidding? So, the hot hunk really is gay, huh?" "Yeah Barry, but he says he's terribly intimidated by others knowing it." "Poor guy. How come he came out to you then?" Steve expresses a strange look, shrugging his shoulders. "Don't rightly know, but he did say I had a lot of guts being involved in an alliance between the gay population and school administration." "Did he say anything about being 'involved'?" "No. In fact we can deem him a strict closet case." "Poor guy. I wonder if that's the way he's been his whole life?" "Apparently, Barry." "Why? What did he say?" "One thing he said, which is no secret to you and I, is that there's a lot of hot male student bodies floating around." "Sure is, Steve. Seems like in the last few months most of them have become so much more... matured?" "Yeah, would you believe Connor Matthew's goatee?" "Looks damn hot, too and now Jim Faulkner is trying to imitate him." "Yeah. I noticed. That dark brown hair really accents his facial features nicely." "I'll say. Wonder what he looks like underneath that shirt?" "Which reminds me, Barry." "What's that Steve?" "Bill Wade." "What about him?" "He's back in school." "Oooh, that's great, but what about the charges?" "Connor preferred not to press charges, being the circumstances extending from the homefront." "So, What does Connor have to say?" "Connor feels the results from the gunshot wound, impairing him somewhat, was enough of a penalty. In fact, he and Jim are going to help Bill with his disabilities." "Two goodhearted boys. That's all I can say, Steve." "Yes and what I heard from Connor is that the Russell family has offered to take in both boys." "The Russell's? I thought they had their hands full with Bobby?" "That's what I thought, but they know Barbara Matthews and when she explained to Bev Russell about Bill, the handicapped chair, orphaned and all, well Bev's heart went out to Bill." "Well, Bill Wade couldn't ask for more, with a house geared to handicapped access, plus two wonderful parents to help him." "Frankie, too, don't forget." "Oh and how is he taking all this, Steve?" "Apparently, as Jim informed me, Frankie got some kind of heebeejeebees vision and saw that this is what the outcome of all this happens to be." "That he and Bill are to live with the Russell's?" "Exactly, Barry." "So, when is all this supposed to take place?" "I thought I'd call Barbara Matthews this evening and ask her. Maybe she can find out from the Russells." "Good idea, but ooooh, what about the boys?" "Yeah, I know and Callan and Alonzo." "Things can't always be the way we want them, Steve." "Oh and did you hear?" "I hear a lot Steve," Barry glances over to his partner, at the stop sign, then asks, "What?" "Washakie. He's retiring after next year." "Oh, now that makes me mad!" "You don't want him to retire, Barry?" "No. I'm surprised at Agnes that I wasn't the first to know!" Barry picked up on the sirens. "Uh-oh." "Hee heee... ya did what I did, Barry." "I know. Ticketed for lingering at the stop sign!" Rolling down the window, Barry gets greeted by the motorcycle cop. "Sorry about that Mike." "No problem. I love people who 'over' obey the law! Hee heee.." "Hi Mike," Steve yells over Barry's chest. "Hello Steve. How's it going?" A horn beeps. Mike sticks his thumb up, for the car to go around, not breaking off his conversation, nor stare. "Good, Mike. How's our Dr. Roberts?" "Doing well, but ooooh, putting in tons of hours at the hospital." "I can imagine, with all that's happened in the past couple of months." "Of which, you better tell Alonzo or Callan to get off their asses and give Gary a call." "Oh?" Barry and Steve utter simultaneously. "He's left, I don't know how many, calls for them." "Oh, now that's my fault," Steve says, blushing. "So, you're the culprit, Steve?" Mike scolds him. "You're not going to take me in, are you?" Steve asks. Mike takes the question as a joke. Barry, tired and wanting some 'relaxation', thinks about taking Steve 'in', in another manner. "Well, we better get moving," Barry hints, before Mike talks their heads off. "Yeah. Almost quitting time. See you guys around and both of ya's stop yer speeding, huh? And give the message to Alonzo and Callan!" After they speed away, they take up some more conversation on the police officer. "Hot dominator, huh?" "Who, Steve? Mike?" "Yeah." "I thought of him as a real softie." "Oh no, Barry. I could picture him with a whip in his hand, making some young guy tote the line." "Hee heee.." "What?" Steve asks. "And I bet 'you' would want to be that young guy!" "Me, Barry?" "Sure, Steve. It's like you said to me this morning, about your fantasy dream." "Fantasy dream?" "Sure, where you had been dominated by Alonzo?" "You were no help!" "Alright. Tell me now. What was all this about, Steve?" "Okay, so here's how it goes. Callan and Alonzo appear at our door..." Steve relays to Barry his whole dream, Callan taking on his cock, then Alonzo ordering him, Steve, to pleasure him, with his tongue. Then the part about Barry agreeing with Alonzo, on the domination front. After the nip action, Steve recaps with the bowls of cum, then ends with, "That's it!" "So, I let Alonzo get dominant on you and you liked it, Steve?" "It's kind of a fun fantasy. Like when you take control of my nips." "Like you really hate it, Steve?" "I'm not saying that I don't like it, Barry. I mean, I love it when you say to me to, get on your cock or tongue your balls or deep tongue your ass." "And I like it when I give you free roam of my body, Steve." "I like that too." "So, what's your point here, Steve?" "My point?" "Yeah." Looking at Barry, his mind on the traffic, Steve's memory jogs backwards in time, to the first time he met Barry. His thoughts retreat to the first time he saw the 'bear' walking down the road with Bernice. From that first moment when he was introduced, he sensed the connection, even though no hints of his homosexuality had been dropped. "I guess my point is that... I love you, no matter what way you are, Barry." Barry smiled, his hand moving to Steve's thigh, rubbing it. % "So, what do you think of Adam, Mark?" "He's a hottie alright, Denis." "We're going to have some sex real soon." "Do you mean fucking around?" "Yeah, though we're not real sure which one of us is the top and who's the bottom." Using his smarts, Mark Barr asks, "Denis, are you going to do this just to find out how it feels to get fucked or do you really like each other?" "I know what you're getting at, Mark." "So? Didn't the words from Jacq or your dad sink in?" "Hey, Mark. All the guys are doing it nowadays." "Yeah, but it doesn't mean that 'you' have to do it, Denis." By this time in the conversation, Denis began to blush. "But the guys..." "Denis, you asked my opinion and all I can say is that I think you should listen to your dad. What do you think he would say if you told him that you and Adam fucked around?" Looking smaller by the minute, Denis wished he could eat his own words from the ten minute conversation. "Yeah, you're right, Mark." Then, after a few seconds silence, Denis says, "You know, you're a really cool brother to talk to." The call to dinner disturbed the tail end of the two sixteen year old's conversation. Acting modest, Mark replied, "I don't know. That's what I think." Denis, getting up from the bed, tossed the football into the corner. He approached Mark, staring at him. "What?" "I really think you're cool, Mark." Mark was really stunned when Denis took him in his arms and hugged him. "Are you for real, Denis?" "Hey, I'm giving you a brotherly hug, not making love to you, Mark." "Oh. Sorry. I guess I misinterpeted it." "Yeah, I figured so, you being new to the gay lifestyle." "You are a very good looking guy, Denis." "You're not so bad looking yourself, Mark. I can't believe you're getting it on with that dweeb of a brother of mine." "Eric and I like each other a lot." "I can tell." "You can, Denis?" "Sure. Even though he's two years younger, you both have the same interests and you're always hanging out together. Any of the guys at school know?" "Not yet. Eric and I are keeping it quiet." "That's cool. Sometimes, I wished that was the way with Adam and I." The second call came for dinner. Unlike Jade's sweet approach, Catherine's demeanor meant it! "Yeah, well I hope you guys pick the right option." "We will. C'mon, we better get going before Catherine has to 'come get us', Mark." "Yeah, wouldn't be too cool!" Mark agreed. The two retreated to the downstairs, arms over each other's shoulders, switching the subject to how cool it is that they're both going out for the track team at school. % "Oh, I called Barbara Matthews and the Russells would like to come over tomorrow night, Barry." "First, did you give the message to Alonzo and Callan?" "Yeah. Something strange is going on between them. I can't put my finger on it." "They're not having problems, are they Steve?" "I'm not sure." "Geesh! I hope they're not thinking of breaking up or anything!" "Nooo, it didn't seem like 'that' type of trouble, Barry." "I hope they know if they need somebody to talk to that they can come to us." "I think they know. So anyway, about tomorrow night, Barry." "Right. One thing I can put my finger on, is maybe having Gary Roberts here?" "That would be a good idea." "Plus, Gary could talk with Alonzo and Callan with whatever matter he's been trying to pin them down for." "And we could visit with Sean. Damn, do I miss that kid!" "I know you do Steve. So do I." "It's good that we've seen more of Chad." "Oh, you're telling me. We're kind of lucky too, that our older boys are sticking around the place." "You bet we are." "Did I tell you what the latest is with Chad and Matty?" "What's up?" "Bernice has bestowed a gift on them for a wedding present." "Wedding present? When are they planning on getting hitched?" "It's a token thought, Steve." "Oh. Thought we could do a double ceremony thing, hee hee." "Y'know, Steve. That's one of the brightest ideas you've had in a long time." "Really? I thought it would be putting the tire jack in the car!" "Yeah, well that too, Steve." "So, what's the big wedding present?" "Bernice has purchased Donovon's, lock, stock'n'barrel and is giving it to them for their 'present'." "Donovon's? That's gotta be worth thousands! What happened to Matty taking over the real estate business?" "Bernice claims it's drying up and that there would be more of a future in Donovon's." "She's right there. I'll be. Never thought of that happening. Just think, Donovon's is going to part of our family!" Barry smiled at the thought. "Like you being overjoyed of Sean's happiness with Jacq, I feel the same about Chad and Matty." "I know Chad has locked into some material wealth, but his real heart, I feel, is in finding a man like Matty to love." "Yeah, you're right Steve. Seems like a solid relationship." "Like ours?" "Yeah. I count my blessings everyday, Steve." "How many are you up to?" % "So, what would make you happy, Callan?" Alonzo lay there in bed, next to his lover, trying to cheer up his disposition. He tried being as cordial as possible, which meant turning redcoat, stepping down from his top position. Callan lay out flat, as Alonzo smoothed his hand up and down his blond, hairy midchest area, then side to side over the smooth areas, as tender as possible. "Going back to school?" "I think that's a great idea, Callan." "But I'm so much older." "You just turned twenty-four, at which I'm quite mad at you for not telling me, Callan!" Stopping, momentarily, Alonzo let his hand rest, then slide down Callan's light trail, leading to his navel and beyond. "Huh?" "It didn't give me a chance to buy you a gift." "Alonzo, I don't need anything from you, but... you." Leaning over, from laying on his side, Alonzo gives his lover a smooch. "That's what I needed." Callan turned his buff bod over and worked over his lover's lips some, getting all touchy-feeley. After they mashed their bodies together, they both lay there, Alonzo resuming his position as 'soother'. "So, there's no doubt about it, Callan. You're going back to get that teaching degree." "It's not that simple, Alonzo." "If it's the money, I...." "Cath, that dirty little sneak!" "Now, now Callan, don't get upset at Catherine. Like me and others that care about you, we love you and want to help you out." "I don't know." "You're right, Callan. You're mind's all messed up, which proves you're in dire need of others to help take control of your life." Callan put his hand to his face, thumb to one temple, his index finger to his other, rubbing his face, as if trying to relieve the tension. Alonzo pushes up on one knee, flipping his bod over on top of his lover's. He removes Callan's masked hand. "We're both going to make it through this, okay lover?" "I don't know Alonzo. How're we going to afford me going to college and the mortgage and..." "Well, for starters, I heard it through the grapevine that Tim Welling broke his leg and they're looking for a temporary sub for driver's ed." "But why should you have to take on an extra burden for me?" "Listen lover, do I have to slap some sense into you?" Callan and Alonzo exchanged stares. Like osmosis, it seemed that the message sunk in, through Callan's eyes, reaching down to his soul. "Hold me, Alonzo?" That suggested thread of love began a lengthy evening of hot, sweaty love-making for the two. % "Steve, get on my cock?" "Aha! There! That's what I mean, Barry!" "Mean what Steve?" "That dominant side of you." "Steve, get real?" "Yeah. I mean it. Instead of asking, you told me." "And is that good? Do you like that, Steve?" Barry feigns the dominant manner. "I didn't, didn't like it." "Good thing you don't teach English, Steve!" "Don't change the subject." "I'm 'not' changing the subject, Steve." "All I know is, I'm quietly minding my own business, licking away at your tender balls and you tell me to suck your cock." "Steve, if you're not going to suck my cock, then I'm going to sleep!" "Hmm.." Steve didn't much go for that line. Backing off from between Barry's legs, he stood, then lay down on the bed, faced away from his lover. "Steve, you mad at me?" He made a grunt. "Steve?" Barry said, this time touching his shoulder, from which he got a shrug. Steve still remained in his pouty position. "Oh, this is so fuckin' ridiculous, Steve!" Barry raised his voice. By instinct, call it parental, Barry slapped Steve hard on his asscheeks. "Owwwwwch! What'd you do that for, Barry?" "Do what? A little slap like this?" Barry repeated the action, only lessened on impacting. "You did it harder before, when you were madder at me." As if two juveniles picking a fight, the conversational piece went back and forth, until Barry conceded. "I'm sorry, okay Steve?" "What are you sorry for, Barry?" "I don't know, but if it'll help, I'm sorry. Okay?" "If you don't know what you're sorry for then what good is the apology?" Hitting the dual light switch, Steve doused both table lamps, on the sides of the bed. For less than a minute the room remained silent. Then Barry moved closer to Steve, his belly pushing up against his back. Steve moved closer to his edge of the bed. This happened a few times, until Steve's body lay flush along the edge of the bed. "Anymore and you're going to put me right out on the floor." "Then why don't you stop this nonsense, Steve and... oh the hell with it!" Barry flipped over, moving the advanced two feet, back to his own side of the bed, lying faced down. Seems like things would stay quiet for the night, until Barry felt a pair of hands separating his asscheeks. Sooner than later, a wet tongue slid between them. "That mean you accept my apology?" Steve didn't say anything, sliding his tongue down, between Barry's legs and tonguing the underside of his balls. Turning over onto his back, Barry split his legs. Steve's tongue made an impression, pushing between the two ballsacs, then licking the semi-soft fucking tool. In no time Barry sighed with emotion, as Steve wet up the hardening shaft. The song without words evolved into a symphony of slurping sounds. % "Hey, it won't go in, Philip," Aidan whispered, in the dark. "Quiet, Aidan, you'll wake up Diego and Frankie!" Too late! "Whatcha guys doing?" Frankie asks. Neither of the boys, in the peculiar position, respond. "They're doing what big guys do, when they stick their dingdongs up a guy's behind, Frankie!" "Cock, Diego," Philip, well aware of the 'grownup' terminology, instructs. Aidan informs the little guy, "Yeah and it's a guy's ass, Diego. Saying his 'behind' is baby stuff!" "Okay, but is that what you guys are doing?" Frankie puts aside the terms and pursues. "Yeah, okay. That's what we're trying to do, but it wouldn't go in, okay?" Aidan informs them. "I wonder why it wouldn't go in?" Frankie asks, totally obliviously to most gay activity. "Maybe you're not hard enough, Aidan," Philip deduces. "Nope. Just like when I have to piss. I'm hard, all the way." "Maybe you're not old enough, Aidan," Diego guesses. Aidan dismounts Philip and crashes into the mattress. "Diego's got something there," Aidan realizes. "Maybe we should wait awhile." "Okay. Whatever you say, Aidan," Philip agrees. "You guys ever suck each other's cock?" Frankie inquires. "We licked," Philip tells him. "Ever lick'm til the squirty stuff comes out?" "How would you know about anything like the 'squirty' stuff, Diego?" "My daddy told me, Aidan." "He did? Like what did he say, Diego?" Philip says. Aidan and Frankie are all ears, as well. "My daddy says that either pee-pee..." "Piss, Diego," Aidan interrupts the nine year old. "Okay, so the piss comes out and you feel good because you gotta go so bad, but my daddy says that when the white, squirty stuff comes out, it squirts out and feels real good, too." Frankie, Aidan and Philip are amazed that Diego holds such important facts. Retreating from the bottom bunk, Philip is led by Aidan, as they sit on the floor, on the two open bedrolls, as if having a fourway powwow. "Did your daddy say how to make it come out?" "Which? The pee-... I mean the piss or the white stuff?" "The cum," Aidan lets on, talking the 'big guys' talk. "Oh yeah," Philip lets on to the two, "the white stuff is called cum." "Is that because it comes out?" Frankie inquires. "You mean come, like in c-o-m-e, Frankie?" "Yeah, Aidan." "It does come out, but it's spelled c-u-m." "Why?" "I don't know Diego. That's what the big guys call it. That's all I know," Aidan summarises. "I'll have to ask my daddy." Neither of the three contest that good idea. "We could ask our dads, too," Frankie sighs. "Are you going to like having my daddy for your daddy, Frankie?" "Your daddy's great, Diego and so is dad-Callan, but..." Suddenly, three attention spans are studying Frankie's face. "I'm not going to be staying here long." "You're not, Frankie?" "Sh-h-hh, Aidan. I think Frankie's having an experiment," Philip says, excitedly, meaning 'experience'. "Are you Frankie?" "You mean like one of my visions?" "Yeah, that's it." "Frankie, aren't you going to be my brother?" Aidan and Philip can see the letdown on Diego's face. Frankie senses it too. "I liked staying with you Diego. For awhile there, I thought we might be like Aidan and Philip, Diego, but you've got Darryl and... well, I have to stick with my real brother. Bill's gonna need my help," Frankie confesses. Downtrodden, the other three think it over. Diego reports back, "How come Bill can't live with us?" "I'm not sure, but I think it's because he's not going to be the same as he was before." "What do you mean, Frankie?" "Well, Philip. For one thing, he can't walk like us. He's gotta stay in a wheelchair for awhile, at least and he can't think good anymore." Tears began to form in little Diego's eyes. He wasn't sure if the tender moment comprised of only his feelings for what Frankie let on about leaving the family. "I know if I had a brother and he was sick, I'd want to be with him," Diego conceded. Aidan and Philip hugged Diego, thinking what a wise decision that had been, on his part. This followed with a fourway hug and then Aidan climbed into the top bunk, as Philip found his way to the bottom bed. Frankie and Diego lay out in the sleeping bags. The last words, from Diego, this night, were, "We can always be friends, Frankie." % "A little edgy tonight are we, Preppy?" "I dunno, Matty." "Something on your mind, Chad?" Matty got more serious, turning his body over onto Chad's, melding their chests together. Chad figured he had enough on his chest. Time to unload some of it. "Matty, you're not going to like this," he guaranteed his lover. "What aren't I gonna like?" Matty inquired, now crossing his arms right over his lover's chest, propping his chin up on his forearm. Taking his arms from around Matty, Chad combs his hands over his face, then lets his hands rest behind his head, exposing his blond tufts of pithair. "Okay. Here goes... Matty.... I cheated on you today!" "Yeah. So?" "No, you didn't hear me. I cheated on you, Matty." "I heard ya, Chad. So, what did you do that's gonna tear us apart?" "Wait. You're supposed to be suspicious, like all upset and everything, Matty. How come you're not?" Matty smiled. "Because whatever you did to cheat on me, Preppy, had to be something you couldn't control yourself over. Happens, besides..." "Besides what, Matty?" "I do have my suspicions, Chad," Matty said, acting more chalantly, as he once again rolled over, his back to the mattress. Chad turned on his side, to face his dark, hairy chested lover. "Oh? Want to run them by me, Matty?" "Does this have anything to do with Steven Benson?" "How did you guess?" "Hey, he's a hot looking guy and... well, I know you like him, too." "But how did you..." "Chad, one thing. You're not quite out of high school. I know what goes on with high school seniors. Been there... done that." "Oh yeah. Forgot that you were once in my boat." "Like, remember that Sean and I had been more than 'friends' at times." "'Wish I had a relationship with a gay guy, like you and Sean had, Matty." "You do...are.... I mean, you're having it with Steven." "But it's you that I love, Matty. Yet, I had to go and suck his cock today." With a straight face, his eyes turned to his left, Matty asks Chad, "Taste good?" Chad now, realizing he's out of the wood shed, smiles and says, "Not a total loser, why?" "Often wondered myself how Steven tasted." "Stop fucking me over, Matty!" "Honest, I'm not, Chad." "Honest, Matty? Alright, c'mon. Hit me with it." "With what, Chad?" "Like get mad at me. Give me the lecture." "What lecture. I'm sure you got in a situation that you couldn't get out of." "Yeah right, Matty. I could've walked away, but..." "I can tell you want to tell me all about it, Chad. Go ahead." "Okay, so," Chad moves closer to Matty, his almost smooth chest and stomach slapped up against his lover. "It all happened so fast. I mean, I'm the one that offered to measure Steven's cock." "Measure Steven's cock? Oh, now that's one ya don't hear everyday!" "Yeah," Chad confessed, smiling. "It even was my goofy idea." "So.. um... ahem," Matty cleared his throat, "how big is Steven?" Their conversation became more relaxed, as Matty jumped at hearing the clues that led to Chad's downfall. "A nice eight inches and cut." "Hot!" Matty replied, scrambling to his side, pressing his pubes into Chads, as well as pressing him for more info. "So, Steven's cock tasted hot, huh? Did you swallow his cum?" "Matty, I'm sorry. Really I am." "Chad, I understand." And that Matty did, as he reached out for his lover and ensured forgiveness, giving Chad moments of returned love, kissing him about the face. "You're one in a million, Matty... you know that?" "I know," Matty replied, smiling profusely, "but now there's something I gotta do to keep you from being enticed by Steven." "Do? What can you do? First of all, you don't have to do anything Matty. I swear that I'm 'not' going to fall prey to Steven's cock again. Really, Matty." "Calm down, Preppy." "I'm calm, look," Chad assured his lover, holding his hand out, unwavering and as straight as a stick. "You don't have to prove it like that Chad." "Huh?" Matty's hand picks up Chad's deflated cock. The two then peer down their bodies to look at the evidence. "Oh. Yeah, but you keep handling it like that and I'll perk up, Matty." "After I tell you of my plan, I'll take care of that minute detail, Chad." "Plan, Matty? What plan? Plan for what?" "You just said the same thing twice, Chad, but inside out, backwards." "Whatev-a... what's this plan?" "My plan to keep Steven and you from... intermingling?" "Okay, so what's this big plan?" "Easy, really. All we have to do is get Steven involved with another guy." "Another guy? Oh no. Not Steven. He's got to be the shyest guy around." "I like already know that Preppy and that's why we've got to move fast. C'mon, look." "Heeey, what about?" Chad bounded up from the bed, following his lover's ass, as he led him over to the computer desk. "I saved his stats. 'Knew they'd come in handy someday." "Stats? His? What the hell you talking about, Matty?" "I'll show ya, Preppy. Let me fire it up." Chad leaned on his lover's shoulders, his stomach against his back, peering over the top of his head, waiting for the WindowsXP screen to come up. "Hmm, that's funny," Matty sighed. "Hee heee... forgot to tell ya that I changed the password, Matty." Looking straight upwards, the back of Matty's head grazed Chad's upper abs. "So?" "It's 'usforever'." "How sweet," Matty hit enter, after typing in the affectionate passcode. "I thought it was." Looking up once more, Matty took a different twist of action, latching onto Chad's nips and pulling his body over for a kiss. "Ooooooooohhhh.. mmmmmmmm," Chad agreed with the manoever. It lasted but seconds, but Matty's sweet kiss told Chad he approved of the change. Then fingers went to work, bringing up Matty's email, pumpboy@excite.com. "How's it go, that I never knew about 'that' email addie?" "My gay chat email. I use it for trashy stuff, okay?" "Yeah... hee heee..." "What's that for?" "Like I thought of the same, too. Just in case I left my regular email turned on." "Oh? And what was your 'trashy' email, Preppy?" "Um, playinghardtoget@hotmail." "You're bad," Matty said, smiling at Chad's toothy grin, but giving him the thumb's up, just the same. "Here it is." "What's that? A message of 'shycock'?" "Yeah. The perfect match for our Steven Benson!" "Coincidence, I'd say that it's at excite.com, the 'same' as your's?" "Okay, so here's the story, Preppy. I met Kilton online one night, sufing for a friend." "Kilton? Um, like I wasn't enough?" Matty jokingly slapped Chad in the face, as his head lingered in front of the monitor. "Get wise, Preppy. I met Kilton McCollough, beginning of last year, when I started my sophomore year at WRCC." "Oh. Now I don't feel so bad." "You don't feel bad? How do you think I felt when you told me you sucked off Steven's cock?" "Aha! I knew you had some resentment!" "Listen, Chad." The tone got serious. Matty made Chad upright himself, from the bent over position, as he himself stood up. "Like I said. What you and Steven did was kidstuff, okay? Over and done with." "Yeah. Okay, but...." "No, listen. What I said about forgiving you, erases all that, but just so..." Matty reseats himself. "We're going to make sure it doesn't happen again." "You don't trust me, Matty?" Looking straight up once again, Matty spots his preppy-lover in a quandary, bottom lip over the top, like he's pouting. "I trust you, Chad. Let's think of this more as helping out Steven, okay?" "Yeah. Okay. I'll buy that!" Matty smiles, like an inner joke between him and himself, as he focuses on opening up the folder marked, 'Kilton McC'. "Wow! You sure did have some contact with this Kilton guy. Look at all them 'shycocks'!" Chad started counting the emails from 'shycock' to 'pumpboy', as Matty paged down the screen. "Here it is!" Matty said, after advancing through three screens. "I don't suppose this is his stats?" "Now why would you think that, Preppy?" Matty replies, after clicking on the email from 'shycock' that's titled, 'my stats'. "Hmm, not bad. Like you, twenty years old...." "Kilton's twenty-one now." "Hmm and Steven's only seventeen." "Mere descrepancy." Chad reads on out loud, "Six feet, hundred and seventy two, 7.5c... hmm, niiiiiiice..." "Yeah, but not as nice as me," Matty gloats. "Yeah, like my ass knows, okay... hmm, sandy brown, hairy chest, pits... yeah like we all got hairy pits..." Chad slips finger in between Matty's arm and chest. "I dare ya to lick it now, Preppy!" Chad leans over between Matty's face and the monitor and sticks his index finger in his mouth. He pops it out, as if licking honey off of it. "Ewwwwwwe. You're gross. Ya know that preppy?" "What can I say, Mattywatty. All of you is delicious!" "So, you get all his stats?" "No, move over!" Chad almost unseats Matty from the chair, as his rump butts up against his lover. "Dark trail. Cool! So what makes you think this Kilton guy is a match for Steven?" "I lost track of Kilton in February, when he didn't email me anymore." "Did you meet with him?" "More like dated." "Matty, you didn't tell me you dated any guys, 'cept Sean!" "It wasn't exactly dating. Yeah, guess it was," Matty reflects back. "Well, either it was or it wasn't," stated Chad. "What you might call it, is bringing Kilton out of his shell." "You should see the shell Steven has, it'd make a turtle proud!" "Like I've met Steven. I know already, Chad?" "Oh yeah. Forgot. So, what happened to this guy?" "We lost contact around the holidays, last December and then suddenly, we meet up in business class." "So, did he break off with you?" "He had problems on the homefront. He had to leave college and go back home." "Where's home?" "Where else? Okla-home-a!" "Not funny, Matty," though Chad did give it a chuckle. "Yeah, well he had to go back to Oklahoma, because his mom passed away and the father was left with two kids younger than himself." "Sad. Poor guy." "Yeah and now he's here on scholarship." "What's his major?" "Music, but I think he wants to do something in the music business, not as a performer." "Maybe managing some rock groups or something." "You know for a dufous, you're kinda smart, Preppy." "Knock off the jokes, before we get to strike three!" "Okay, so when I saw Kilton, it's like he was a different man." "Different?" "Yeah. He wasn't the shy nerd he was before. He even seemed more mature, in stature." "How do you mean that?" Chad asked, fondling his lover's privates. Matty unhanded Chad's hand, placing it back in his own lap. "The way he carried himself about. Anyway, we lunch together and I got talking about you." "Me? You talk about me to the college jocks you know?" "Of course. What's the secret?" "Don't they rib you over having a high school senior as a boyfriend? I mean lover?" "Hey, don't get me wrong Preppy, but college guys would love to score with high school jocks!" "So, that's your angle, huh?" "Yeah, right Chad. You want to hear the rest of this?" "Proceedeth!" "Okay, so since our dating last fall, Kilton hasn't met with any other guys. Yesterday, I mentioned Steven and Kilton showed an interest." "Cool! You set him up?" "Of course not." "Why not?" "Dah, because I want you to talk to Steven about it first, dummy!" "Oh. Yeah. I guess that would be wise. Um, Kilton isn't adverse to going out with a high school guy?" "Like me?" "Yeah, okay. Got the message. So, how do I go about breaking it to Steven?" "He already knows about you and I. "So?" "So tell Steven I have this friend that knows about you and I and asked if I knew of any other high school guys that were interested." "Is that what Kilton asked you?" "Yeah, okay. We got to talking all about what it's like to date a high school guy and he showed interest. Especially after I mentioned Steven and about his shyness." "So, when do you want to get these two together?" "First you have to get Steven's opinion," Matty says, hitting the harddrive to turn off the computer. "Heeeeey!" "What?" "I wanted to read the other juicy emails Kilton sent you!" "In your dreams, Preppy. Tomorrow I'm erasing the account." "Just for me? How sweet." "Hey, like I said before, Chad. There's only one guy for me and that's forever. Got it?" "Yeah. Sure. Same here." "Good. Now get in the bed so I can perk up that cock!" % Things are looking up! continued......... Copyright 2005 T. 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