Date: Mon, 25 Jul 2005 10:20:56 -0400 (EDT) From: T Chase Subject: Nature Walk 54 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" 54 (M/t oral 'HS jocks' 'squirts') wriTten by T. Chase McPhee % In order to make the last track meet 'count', Coach Martin assembled the team after school, on the ungodly day of the week, against the grain of other subjects, a Friday! Again, Shadow Martin, rubbed Coach Martin the wrong way, causing upon himself the grief of hitting the track, as punishment. "What about Diloughi, the fat fuck? He needs it worse than I do?" "You know what you need, is a hand across that bare ass of your's Shadow!" Coach Martin threatened, to the ooh's and aah's of the track team. "Now get the lead out, before I lose my senses." We could all see the hurt in Diloughi Shickle's mind and body, as he looked down, picking at his fingernails. Coach took one glance at the kid and decided to reap even further punishments on the antagonistic nineteen year old. "And here, Shadow... take Shickle with you." The look on Shadow's face was priceless, as Chad would tell the story later to Matty. Not only that, it's the first time the guys found Diloughi laughing along with them, as he rose from the bench to join the 'stringbean' of a guy. "You better keep up with me Shickle. That's all I can say," Shadow remarked, as he assumed the jogging position. However, Coach Martin decided he hadn't taken Shadow down enough pegs. "Shadow, my office and pronto?" "But Coach?" "Like fuckin' now, Shadow?" Albert loved the way Coach Martin handled the guys on the team. He smiled each time he heard 'Marty' address a student in a brash manner. In reality, the few days he's gotten to know 'Marty', with his mother out of commission and Coach Martin taking him on, as a surrogate parent, the man has shown him how, outside of school, he transformed into a caring human being. However, in school, he treated Albert like 'one of the guys'. Shadow came out from the one on one conference, grumbling, "Yeah. Sure Coach. Anything you fuckin' say, okay?" Running out the door, Coach Martin shouts, "And watch the fuckin' language, Shadow!" The guys half-laughed when they spotted Diloughi fighting off Shadow, as he grabbed the center of his tee shirt, hauling him along with him, out the back door of the gym. "Something funny, Monteverdi?" We all sensed that Coach had been ticked off, so we cooled our jets. For Rico, however, it seemed Coach Martin always picked on him, as a target for all of the team to be humiliated. "Um... no, sir," the sixteen year old replied, shrugging his shoulders and wondering what the hell he did wrong, to be singled out. "Hit the dirt and give me twenty pushups! Benson, make sure he does twenty and then take them outside for ten laps!" Coach made his pace towards the gym exit, slapping the attendance roster up against Steven's chest. "He gone?" Rico asked, after hearing the rear gym door close and eyeing up the direction, from his pushup squat. "Yeah, he's gone," his friend Armando replied. "Cool," Rico said, getting up and brushing himself off. "What the fuck you doing, Rico?" "Yeah, Rico?" a lot of the guys sided with Steven. It's Chad who added, "You better finish your pushups or we'll all catch hell." "Oh yeah, Barr? Who died and left you in charge?" "Rico, you better listen to Chad," Armando Torrense advises his bud. "Are you against me now, bro?" "No, but we're a team here, remember?" Armando addressed Rico. To Chad, it seemed like more than a school friendship existed between to the two. Armando looked around the room, then dove to the tiles, proclaiming, "Here, Rico. I'll do them along with you, man." Into the third pushup, more guys slapped the floor tiles with their chests, helping Rico accomplish the twenty pushups. Soon, the lot was pumping iron and running out for the track. Steven wanted to talk with Chad, privately, so he took the clipboard from him and handed it to Albert, with the instuctions for a thorough workout. "No slacking and they keep their shirts on, Albert?" "Aye-aye, Steven!" The toothy grin confirmed the orders. "So, what's up, Steven?" "I thought it over today and I'd like to meet this friend of Matty's." "Cool, Steven." "How do I get to meet him?" "You leave that to me. I've got your number and I'll let you know tonight." "Chad?" "Yeah, Steven?" "Thanks." "For what?" "For a lot of things. I feel kind of different. You know, with the team and... I'm really into meeting this guy." "Don't get too reved up, Steven. Y'know there's the chance that you might not click with him." "I know Chad, but it would be kind of my first time with a guy. Y'know?" "Yeah, sure. I know. You're eager. Hey, will you look at that?" Chad interrupted their conversation to watch Coach Martin haggling Shadow and Diloughi with some personal training. Shadow jogged at a snail's pace, to help Diloughi keep up. Diloughi Shickle wasn't really 'fat' fat. More big boned. Probably too much of the 'couch potato' life, living off of nachos and the like. After a private conversation with Diloughi, Coach Martin found out that Diloughi wanted to nix that part of his life and get on with a more 'fitness-minded' ideal. It's a little inside information that he figured that Shadow didn't know about, that would make them both a good team. Kind of like the twins in the 'Parent Trap'. You know how that goes. "Looks like Abbott and Costello!" "Hey, didn't know you had such a witty sense of humor, Steven." "I don't know." "In fact, I'm finding out that you are a really nice to guy to know." "Really, Chad? I've never gotten that line before." "Yeah, I noticed how you managed to keep to yourself all these years, Steven." "Still try to, Chad, but since I've made team captain, seems like all the guys are talking to me. Know what I mean?" "Sure. You'll notice that the more you bust their balls, the more they'll come on to you, Steven." "Some guys like that?" "Yeah, especially us sports guys. Ever hear the phrase, 'when the going gets tough, the tough get going?" "No, can't say that I have, Chad." "First of all, yesterday when you kind of told Coach Martin to 'mind his own business'..." "Shit! Did I do that, Chad?" "Calm down Steven. Part of the job." "Huh? How do you mean that, Chad? I never meant to be disrespectful." "Like the rest of us, you got all hyper, Steven. Don't sweat it. In fact, if you can read Coach, like I can, you'd see that he liked you telling him off." "He did? No lie, Chad?" "Yeah. Why do you think he backed off and let you take over? Man, Steven, you've got Coach Martin around your little finger now." The words spewing from Chad's mouth, only served to get Steven's gears in motion. "Really?" "You bet. I betcha he saw in you, his ownself." "Really?" Steven questioned, hands on his hips, taking all the complimentary efforts in and trying to analyse it. "Why do you think the guys are respecting you so much, Steven?" "I had no idea, Chad. I know I feel different." "Of course you do, Steven. You're a new man!" Chad proudly said, in the upbeat manner, patting Steven on the shoulder blade, saying, "C'mon, you better take over. Albert's a nice guy, but he ain't no born leader." That fueled Steven's ego even further. Chad watched and listened to Steven go to it, addressing the team. "C'mon guys, ten laps. Are you with me?" Steven took off running up the track. Albert and the troops followed, in hot pursuit, all reved up, sweat flying off their brows, as their feet pounded the softened pavement. Chad took up in the rear, jogging with one of the youngest members, fourteen year old Tony Dias. "I don't know if I can do this," Tony mentions to Chad, kind of out of breath. "Take longer, deep breaths, through your nose and then exhale through your mouth," Chad instructed the youth. Next, he suggested, "Hold up a minute." "Don't we have to keep up with the rest of the guys, um.." "Chad. Chad Barr." "I'm Tony Dias." "Nice to meet you." "Do you know a lot about working out and getting into shape, Chad?" "I don't lift weights, but do a lot of walking and running." "You have a nice body, Chad." "Yeah, I guess." "I... I wanted to come out for track, at the beginning of the year, til I found out that freshman didn't qualify." "Sorry 'bout that, Tony, but you're here now." "Right, Chad, but do you think that I could workout til I have a hard body, like your's?" "I'd hardly think I'm the 'hard body' type." "You've got a nice chest, Chad," Tony slipped, blushing. "I do, do I?" Chad left leeway for development on the subject. "I figured with your tight abs, you worked out, Chad." "I eat the right stuff and my boyfriend... I mean..." Tony smiled, as it became Chad's turn to blush. "I know you have one, Chad." "I guess it's not much of a secret anymore." "I wondered how it felt to be 'out'. What does it feel like, Chad? Scary?" "Not really." "But you got beat up because you are gay, Chad. How did that feel?" "Let's just say that my stomach hurt more than my pride." "That's cool. So, you're okay with guys knowing your gay?" "Oh sure. I mean, I'm like, not the only one. Look at Connor Matthews and Jim Faulkner." "Yeah. Y'know what, Chad?" "What's that, Tony?" "I got so scared, when I heard how a guy tortured Connor, that I cried?" "That's not being scared, Tony. That's empathy." "Em, what, Chad?" "Empathy. It's when you care so much about somebody and what's happened to them, even if you don't know the person." "I did feel real bad about what happened to Connor." "Got a question for ya, Tony." "Okay. Ask anything, Chad." Fourteen year old Tony, five feet nine, in comparison to Chad's six foot height, began feeling mighty comfortable, opening up to Chad. "Are you gay?" "I dunno," Tony replied, blushing. "Curious are you?" "I guess that's what it is. I mean, I've never been with a guy." "Watched from a distance, eh?" "Yeah. Kind of why I started coming out to track." Chad giggled, "Yeah, you get to see all that skin, in the lockerroom, huh?" Tony laughed, sensing an 'okay' response, since Chad began tossing the facts around so casually. "Chad, do you know any gay guys on the track team?" "I don't know a lot of the guys, personally. I mean, look what I just found out about you, Tony." "My friends say you date a college guy, Chad." "That's right, but just because he's older than me, doesn't mean anything more than if he was my age." "Do you like.... love him?" "Yeah, I do," Chad replied, smiling and at the same time, thinking how thankful he is. "I guess that means you have sex together, right?" "We do, Tony, but loving another person is more than that. When you love somebody, it comes from here," Chad pats the left side of his chest, "not here," he gropes himself. Tony laughs, but confides, "That's a good way of putting it Chad." "Hey, it's getting to be a cliche nowadays, on account of two guys thinking they fit together perfectly, sexually..." "You mean like a top and bottom, Chad?" "Exactly, Tony. Even though you think the guy's cock was made for your ass and vice versa, doesn't mean it's true love." "So, which is it for you, Chad, if I'm not being too nosy?" Chad stops the fast walking. Tony, who passes him up, turns and looks at him. "I'd say you're being too nosy, Tony." "Well, the reason I ask, Chad is that I don't know which I am.. top or bottom." "Don't worry. When you find the right guy, Tony, it'll come to you." "I thought I would have to know that ahead of time, Chad. I mean, if I'm looking for a guy, wouldn't I have to know if he's a top or bottom, too?" "Depends on what your shopping for, Tony. If for the sexual thrill, then that's what would be the most important thing, but if it's love you're looking for, like I said, look beyond the cock and balls and into the guy's heart and mind." Seemingly satisfied with Chad's answers, Tony awarded him with being a know-it-all on the subject of gay love. They caught up to the other runners, though not on the same lap as the rest. Chad confided with Tony that he had an 'in' with the team captain, so he knew the missed laps wouldn't have to be made up. % "Man was that a tough day!" "You're telling me! Miss Williams had the worst of all of us. In the middle of the song she was teaching us, first she said she had a frog in her throat and then she lost her voice!" "Did she find it, Philip?" The two laughed heartily. "Good one, Aidan!" Philip congratulated, slapping him on the back. As, on the way to school, the same car stopped at the bus stop. "Hi Jock!" Sean and Jacq exchanged greetings with Aidan and Philip, as they climbed into the car's back seat. The most pressing issue came up. "So, how was school today, boys?" Jacq inquired. "Okay, Jock, so what about the fucking thingee?" Sean giggled, slapping his lover on the thigh, then asking, "Yeah, what about it?" Jacq gave Sean a dirty look. "I think we should all sit down over some cookies and milk and talk about this," Jacq replied, trying to buy time. "We're moving into our new house, you know?" "Well, I think the cookies and milk are still in the old house, Aidan." "Yeah," acknowledges Sean, "our dads didn't get home yet, to do anything about the move. Besides, I think most of that is going to happen tomorrow." "Ooooh," the two boys said, plain to see the disappointment in the new sleeping arrangement. "Did your dads say anything further about whether you two boys are sharing a room?" Jacq inquired. "I don't know. I hope we're staying in the same room." Sean, looking over the seat, had a moment's thought about the ten and eleven year olds' sleeping in the same bed. Instantaneously, he had a flashback of his own, of he and his booted dad, Seb, in bed and having sex together, when he was a pre-teen. He turned from the backseat. Gazing out the window, he watched the world go by. Jacq, sensing something wrong, put his free hand on Sean's hand, saying, "Things will work out." Philip, thinking Jacq talked to Aidan and he, said, "If you say so, Jock." "Sure they will, Philip," Jacq changed the direction of his comment, making it a meaning for all ears. % "Knock -- knock!" "Come in," Wes McAllister called out, looking up from his notes on the madrigal presentation. When it registered whom entered the small office, a wing off of the auditorium, he rose up, with more precise greetings. "Am I bothering you, Mr. McAllister?" "No, not at all, Jack. C'mon in and call me Wes." "Okay, Wes. Thanks." "I've got a warm can of ice tea, if that interests you?" "Um, thanks, but I really came to inform you that we're locking up the building." "Is it 'that' time already, Jack?" Even though Wes was a tall, six foot one inch, Jack seemed to tower over him, as he sat at the small desk. When he stood, he noticed him to be about an inch shorter. "Yeah, time slips by when you're busy and I know how you teachers can get wrapped up in your work." "I do feel like I've accomplished much today...ooooh.." "Whatsamatter?" "On, nothing. Old war injury acting up on me again." "Oh yeah? Which war, Wes?" "War of the stage vs. an old actor!" "Old? My foot!" the twenty-eight year old security guard replied. "I mean, I can't be much older than you." "Older, Jack? Why you're most likely a baby compared to me!" "Twenty-eight." "See that?" "You didn't clue me in to your age, Wes." "Oh. Thirty-one." "Give me a break. That's only three years older, Wes." "Yes and climbing. Before the summer's out, I'll be tacking another year on." "Looks like we're in the same boat. Come this August, I'll be twenty-nine." "Oh, August, you say? What date?" "Fourteenth. And you, Wes?" "Fifteenth." "That's cool. We'll have to celebrate together. That is, if you want to. I mean...." Jack suddenly felt the small room close in on him. "Huh?" Wes could sense the same thing, as the conversation turned more to the intimate side, as their gaydar clashed. "It's but April. Who knows? I'll most likely be back in New York by then." "New York? Is that where you're from?" "That's where my acting career is based." "Hmm... been in any movies I know?" Wes laughed. It's obvious that Jack hadn't a clue to the history of his acting career, nor his famous reputation. "Haven't done any movies. Mainly I stick to the live stage, Jack." "Oh. So, what have you acted in?" Wes decided to take on a gamble. "Look, if you're not going to take this lukewarm can of ice tea, would you know where we could catch an ice cold beer, Jack?" "Beer? Ah, sure. You like beer?" "Hey, I ain't no tea-totler, that's for dam sure!" "Yeah, sure. I know of a good bar. That is if you don't mind the country music, Wes." "French? Italian?" "No, country, like in Toby Keith or Shania Twain?" Wes grinned. "You knew, you fucker... oops, sorry. I didn't mean...." "Hmm, if you play your cards right, our night might just lead to some of that action, Jack!" "Huh?" Jack acted stupified by Wes' gay remark. Being entirely out of character, according to what Jack sensed Wes as being, Wes sashayed over by him. Placing half his hand inbetween two of the buttons on Jack's navy security shirt, Wes felt up Jack's skin. "Hmm... smooth chest, huh?" Jack had a few of his own tricks up his sleeve. Instead of pussyfooting around, he grabbed Wes in his arms and immediately beset his lips on the actor's, parting his lips with his tongue. Replying to the forceful French kiss, Wes said, "Forcing your way in without a warrant, officer?" "Like you said, Wes. Play your cards right and I'll be forcing more than my lips on you!" Wes' hand slipped from the shirt, right on down to the zippered area. "Got any beer at home?" Jack grinned, saying, "Looks like I'm gonna get out of breath locking the place up!" % By the time the dads, Barry, Steve, Alonzo and Callan, had come home, dinner was nearly ready. "Daddy, how come you're so late getting home?" Aidan replied, looking at his own dad, "Mabye they had to stay for detention!" "You want a bop on the beezer, son?" Steve kidded. In an exchange of placings, the four dads sat at the square kitchen area to eat, as the kids gathered on the back porch. "I saw you chatting with Albert Fagan, in the hallway, Steve," Barry inquired. "Yeah. Told him that I'd keep him abreast of Chris Seaford's wellbeing." "And? What have you heard of Chris, Steve?" Alonzo asks. "I received a message from Jacq, at the hospital. I was supposed to call him back, but didn't get the chance. I'll connect with him when I see him later." "Oh, that's right," Callan replies, "he and Sean are coming over tonight." "Looks like we'll have a full house." "Oh? Meaning what, Alonzo?" "Gary Roberts is coming over to talk to us about the Pezzolo boys." "Pezzolo boys?" "Yes," Alonzo fills them in, "Fifteen year old, Adam, and his twelve year old brother, Jeremy. Their mom was killed up on the hill, as a result of Donovon's accident with his truck?" "Oh, are those the boys?" Barry questions. "Adam is in Denis' class. He introduced me to Adam, in the hallway. When I chatted with Marsha Burke, she pointed out Jeremy in the hallway. Nice kids. What a shame." "So, what about the boys, Alonzo?" Steve prods. "Well, they are all alone in the world. No relatives to claim them, so Gary is giving us first dibs, of the community reaction, to take the boys in." "And?" "Callan and I talked it over and we liked the idea." All hell broke loose, Barry and Steve rising up out of their seats. Callan and Alonzo followed, as multitudes of hugs followed. Diego venturing into the kitchen, his empty plate sliding into the filled dishpan, asks, "Can I have a hug too, daddy?" "Why sure you can, son!" "What are you sellabraiding?" Alonzo looks towards Callan, then Steve and Barry. "Doesn't matter, Alonzo. I think we can say something," Callan replied. "As far as Gary is concerned, I think it's a done deal." "What is daddy?" Diego pressed his father. "What is dad-Callan talking about?" "Diego, you're going to have two new brothers living here with you." "Really? Who's the other boy?" "Other boy?" "Yeah. I know Frankie is one of them even though he said in a dream that he wasn't gonna live with us but I know he probably made a mistake and is really gonna live with us and..." "Hold it! Hold it right there a minute, son." "What daddy?" The dads watched, as Alonzo sat there, holding his son on his knee, as if sitting on a bench. "Diego, son, Frankie was right, if that's what he told you." "Frankie is really leaving us?" "Yes. In fact it might be tonight." "But, daddy. Frankie is supposed to be my brother." "That's what we all thought, son, but sometimes things happen and we can't control how they go." "Frankie says he's going to live with another family and with his brother." "That's correct," Alonzo states, as if chatting with one of his students, "however, you're going to have two new brothers." "Who are they?" Diego cut off his father, some enthusiasm returning to his spirit. "Adam and Jeremy Pezzolo." "Are they nice?" Callan sat there, watching father and son exchange the conversational piece. He thought of how cute a boy Diego is and that he would be co-fathering him. In fact, Callan thought of Diego, along with Alonzo, as parts of the puzzle that began to fit into the larger scheme, to get his life in gear and take off. "What we hear is, that they are very nice boys." "What happens if I don't like them or if they don't like me!" Callan boasts, "Oh, now how could they not like a nice boy like you, Diego?" "Dad-Callan, do you love me like my daddy does, too?" Barry and Steve smiled at the suggestive remark. "Of course I do, Diego. In fact, I love you as much as I love your daddy!" Steve goofs, "Let me get the cam. I want to preserve this moment for the actor's segment of 'Teen Idol'!" "Steve!" Barry bawls him out, nudging him sharply with his elbow, which collapses the palm, holding up Steve's chin. "Are your new sons coming tonight, daddy?" Again Barry and Steve smile, at the way Diego puts the question to his father. "Well, nothing was said about that. Do you recall anything of that, in the conversation we had with Gary, Callan?" "Nope. Not that I can remember, Alonzo." In the vernacular, that the older teen's lingo has played on Diego's ears, he hops off of his daddy's knee and brings the two dads together in a threeway hug, telling them, "Cool! We're going to be a family, with two new brothers. Are they queers like us, dads?" Such a feeling of genuine love comes over Callan, that he develops a case of the sniffles. "Dad-Callan, why are you crying? Men don't cry!" Alonzo singles out his son, rubbing Callan's back, saying, "Everybody cries, even if they are older, son." "Really, daddy? Even if dad-Callan is a man?" Barry half jokes, "Oh yeah. I mean, dad-Steve here can be a big baby, at times, bawling his eyes out!" Steve returns the nudge, from his wiseguy actions. "Ugh!" Barry feigns a loud grunt, as if taking a punch in the side, disguised as an elbow. "Oooh, did I hurt you? You're not going to 'cry' are you?" Alonzo addresses Steve and Barry, scolding them, "Isn't anything sacred, with you two?" Steve and Barry smile, but each apologizes, seeing the half-serious, half-humorous appearance on Alonzo's face. "That the bell?" Steve asks. No sooner had he voiced his question, than Jacq and Sean enter the kitchen. "Sean!" Jacq is left standing there, as Steve hugs his son. "What's this dad?" Sean returns the affectionate hold. "Oh nothing, son," Steve plays down. "Nothing, dad. Seems like more than nothing to me. Um, okay with you all if I borrow my dad from ya's?" Sean asks. Taking his dad by the hand, he doesn't wait for anyone's, except Jacq's approval, leading Steve away, into the other room. "Anybody want to clue me into what that was all about?" Jacq inquires. Barry, placing his hand on Jacq's shoulder, leading his over to the table. By this time, Diego has retreated back to the young gathering, on the back porch. "Guess what guys?" And before any of them can respond, Diego has out, "I'm getting two new brothers!" "Cool! Who are they, Diego?" Aidan asks. "Pazzollo boys!" "Pezzolo? Is one of them Adam?" Denis asks, all serious. "Yep and the other is Jeremy." "Adam Pezzolo?" Denis repeats the name, then says, "Adam's going to be living in my backyard?" "Yep. Adam and Jeremy are goin'ta be my brothers and your friends." "More than a friend for Denis!" Mark replies, looking at his half-bro. "My new brother is a queer?" Diego gets hounded by the 'queer', badgering him with utilizing the proper term, 'gay'. "Not only gay, Diego," Mark informs the nine year old, "but him and Denis are boyfriends, too!" "Wait til my daddy hears about this!" They couldn't stop the highstrung youth from hightailing it out of the room. Seconds passed, when Diego returned. "So, Diego? What did your dad say?" "Nothun'." "Nothing? He must've said something?" Denis inquires, now wondering what all this means, to their relationship. "Nope. Nothing but, 'Hmm.'" "Hmm?" Denis replies, then with concern adds, "Did my dad say anything?" "He wasn't there with my daddies." "What did dad-Callan tell you, Diego?" Philip cut both of them off. "Nothun'. Same as my daddy." Mark suggests to Dennis, "Don't read into it, okay bro?" "Yeah, I guess not. Probably doesn't mean anything. Where did my dad go?" "I dont' know Denis. Sean came in, they gave hugs and then he took your dad's hand and took him someplace." "Took him someplace, Diego?" Some of the boys had it on their minds that a man, taking a man's hand, meant leading them somplace, which nine out of ten times, meant the 'bedroom'! % "Mateeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee," the hogcaller called out. "Yeah, mom?" Matty called back, reporting to the balcony, off his room, clad only in a pair of briefs. "Oh, did I interrupt something?" Of course Bernice knew she interrupted her son's early evening, jumpstart on the weekend. "No mom." "What's up?" Chad inquired. Given a little leeway, Chad had a chance to at least jump into a pair of jeans, minus the briefs. The barechested jock's leaned on the railing, awaiting the ensuing conversation. "Alberto has a Zebra cake to take over to the other house. Would you boys mind?" "No problem mom, but it's been ages since any of the little guys have seen you." "True.. true.. hmm... alright, then we'll 'all' go over." Bernice about faced, saying, "be ready in five minutes," as she returned to the kitchen. "Gonna miss that, Preppy!" "You're mom hogcalling you?" "Yeah," Matty replied, as they still leaned on the balcony of the open room. "Me too, Matty." "Yeah, my mom kind of grows on you, doesn't she?" "Well, she's not at all like my mom was. You're mom's a regular panic, Matty." "Panic, Chad?" "Yeah. She's funny, but cool at the same time." "Yeah. Like you, Preppy." "Oh? How's that go?" "Like you. Funny at the same time as being serious." "Huh? Want to run that by me again, Matty?" "I'd like to, but we've only got five minutes and I'd need at least two hours, to run that by you!" Chad caught Matty's meaning. They returned to the bedroom, still in the same wardrobe, at the second hogcalling. % "I see. So, you're changing your mind about majoring in psychology, son?" "Dad, Jacq's a psychologist, because he's got it all together. I don't think that's me. Not yet." Steve got up from his perch, on the side of the bed, where he sat next to Sean, complaining, "I feel so fucking bad about what happened between you and Seb. Man, how come I didn't see all this happening before hand?" Following his dad, Sean arose, approaching his dad from behind, placing his hands on his shoulders. "Dad, it's not your fault. I mean, if I had any lick of sense, I should've come to you. I'm sorry." "You have nothing to be sorry about, Sean." "And neither do you, Dad. What happened, happened." Steve turned around. They embraced. "Dad, I'm happier than I've ever been in my life. Jacq is like the perfect match for me." "Of that I'm happy for you, son. Um, you don't do any of that bdsm stuff anymore, do you?" "Not lately dad, but...." "Sean?" "Dad, it's not a bad thing. In fact, for us it can be a healthy thing." "Well, I'm not so convinced about that, Sean, but I do trust Jacq, so I'm not discounting the facts of what you say. Call it being cautious, in lieu of what has already happened to you, son." "I know dad. You love me and I love you." For the first time, in their dad-son relationship, the two felt led to kiss on the lips. After breaking from the form of love, Sean says, "Lucky Barry." "Oh?" "Yeah," Sean smiles, then continues, "He sure got a great kisser!" "Yeah, well I'm concerned about this bdsm stuff, but you keep me informed about the college plan of action too, son." "I will dad and don't worry about the bdsm stuff." "Hmm," he left Sean with, escorting him out of the room and back downstairs. % "Oh cool! Zebra cake!" The younger boys and tweens, made a hullabaloo over the Zebra cake, as well as the two whom accompanied it. "Aunt Bernice!" Philip asks, "Where have you been, Aunt Bernice?" "We haven't seen you in a 'dog's age'," Aidan says, coining his dad's phrase. "That's what happens when I became a married woman!" The boys went on to talk about the best wedding, at their church in town and the awesome DJ that played. They reminisced about disco dancing and how they kept their eyes peeled when Philip and Aidan danced their first public dance together. "You two 'gays' made us all get the looks!" Denis commented, "At least we set a president!" Philip reminded Denis. Only the word 'precedence' wasn't in Philip's vocabulary, to clearly explain the situation at hand. Nobody knew what it meant, anyways, only it sounded like the reason for adult couples of the same sex, getting up and shaking their booty! The first, Catherine, whom consumed way over her limit of beer, dragging Jade out to the dance floor. Once Callan saw his twin sister, he coaxed Alonzo out onto the floor. Little Diego danced in between his two dads. Callan shared a slow dance, whereas Alonzo picked Diego up, the two holding him in their arms. Tom volunteered a remembrance, "Yeah, Diego, you really got in own with your two dad's." Tom, whom didn't didn't show a hoot of a gay interest in any of the clan, had fun busting on them. They all knew he joked about it. Though sometimes little young ones didn't understand his mockery, taking it to heart. "Oh, Tom! That was cold!" Denis busted the fourteen year old Barr family member, Diego, more serious, punched Tom in the arm, saying, "My daddies didn't dirty dance me!" When Bernice, tickled by the 'dirty dance me', heard that from Diego's lips, she let out a cackle, worthy of forty hens. She also bent over and gave Diego a cushy hug. "Don't you pay them boys no mind, Diego. They're just jealous because they're not little enough to pick up and dance!" Diego smiled, giving them all the look, like he had it over on them all. % Diego, the little looker, sure did have it made! 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.