Date: Mon, 1 Aug 2005 17:40:11 -0400 (EDT) From: T Chase Subject: Nature Walk 55 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" 55 (M/t oral anal 'Squirts') wriTten by T. Chase McPhee % Knowing of Sean's past experience with Seb, Steve's lover, there could have been lots of wisecracking, regarding the father and son's meeting in the bedroom. Also, the arrival of Dr. Gary Robert and Officer Mike Green, made their return hushed. "Steve, how are you doing there, buddy?" Mike greeted Steve, shaking his hand and giving him a friendly hug. "Great, Mike. Um... actually feels a lot more friendlier than being pulled over at that stop sign!" "Yes, I heard about Mike's favorite 'stop' sign," Gary filled them all in on. "Just doing my job," Mike reported, though the ones caught in 'violation', new the score. "Hi dad!" "Oh, so here's the other deserter!" "Deserter, dad?" Chad replied to his father, Barry, knowing the reason for the dig. "Yeah, like me," Sean states. Alberto appeared, offering, "There's still plenty of Zebra cake." Matty, Chad and Sean disappeared into the kitchen, followed by Mike, wanting to frisk them of the information regarding a zebra. "So, Gary, I hear you've found Callan and Alonzo some sons?" "Yes, the Pezzolo boys," Dr. Roberts relayed. Jacq interjects, "I thought the Figueroa's were taking them? No?" "Hardly. The last minute we found out that their sixteen year old is gay and Mr. Figueroa was giving him a hard time about it." "That's a damn shame. When are parents going to wake up and see that a different sexuality doesn't mean they're diseased?" Barry could see Steve getting hyper over the issue. A secondary thought made him realize that Steve would be filling that gay alliance position perfectly, considering his statement to the guys. He didn't say anything, rubbing Steve's back and arm, to calm him. "Sorry, but that's the way I feel." "Hey, nobody's putting you down because of what you've said Steve," Barry tells his lover. Callan says, "You're speaking for all of us Steve, so no apology is necessary." "By the way, Steve, have you approached Callan on the subject of... you know?" "No, I haven't, Gary." "Approached me about what?" Callan questions the two. "Gary thought that it might be wise if we had a medical person talk to the guys about AIDS awareness and protection," Steve quickly summed up to Callan. "Me? I'm not a doctor." "Yes, we realize that, Callan," Gary took the helm, "but if you showed up in your paramedic's uniform, it might be more of a leisure discussion than a doctor," Gary explained. "Of course Callan would be happy to do it, wouldn't you hon?" Alonzo coaxes his lover. "Well, yeah, if you think that I could make a difference?" Alonzo smiled, seeing Callan now jump at the chance of giving back to the community. "Oh, by the way, Callan, I meant to tell you," Barry brings up, "I heard by way of the office grapevine, mainly Agnes, that Carla Smith, the school nurse is leaving after this school year. There's an opening, with your name on it!" "Me? A school nurse? But school nurses are all women," Callan replied. Alonzo kidded, "Yeah, and wouldn't you look cute in a little pink outfit!" "Get real, Alonzo. C'mon, Callan," Barry replies, "break the stereotype. Here's your chance." "School nurse, huh? What do you think, Alonzo?" Alonzo squeezes Callan's hand. For the first time, in their relationship, Callan has come forth, asking him for advice. "I'd say take it, even though it'll mean not much time for us, with all the studying you have to do." "Studying, Alonzo?" Jacq questions. "I hear that Callan has more upstairs, than most of us. I bet he breezes through those courses, in no time flat!" They all start busting on Callan, humoring the fact that his past has hidden 'genius' written into it. "I think while we're on the subject of the Pezzolo boys and Frankie, we... well, if Sean was here, I could tell you all," Jacq begins a thought. "Somebody mention my name?" "Oh Sean. Yeah, come here, my man. I was just about ready to fill them in on our news." "News?" Steve questions, looking at his son. "Yeah, something I've been waiting to bring up, but didn't want to tell you, without Jacq, dad." "So, what's the big news, now that you're together here, son?" "Go ahead, Jacq," Sean says to his lover. Sean stands in front of Jacq, his lover's arms folded around him. To Steve, he finally admits to himself, despite the bdsm fetish, Sean is indeed in good hands. "Well, seems that since Pete Quick idolizes Sean, we're seeking to legally adopt him." As soon as the words escaped from Jacq's lips, another scene of congratulatory hugs filled the room. Steve, hugging his son, said, "I can't believe that you're going to be a father, son!" Barry relays to Steve, "That makes you a grandfather, Steve!" They all laugh, telling Steve he's aging more by the minute! "No wonder the bones are starting to ache!" Steve replies. 'Yeah,' Barry thinks, 'my 'bone' is starting to ache, too!' That night, at the Clark-Barr-Roamano-O'Meara residence, much kid-swapping went on. The Russells showed, with their own son, Howard, a paraplegic and Bill Wade, Frankie's brother, confined to a handicapped chair for now. The Russells seemed mighty happy, to have Bill in their household. The dads could see why, as Bill seemed to help out Howard, especially when he wanted a taste of the Zebra cake. "Here, I'll get it," Bill said. "Race ya!" Howard replied, trying to fit through the one chair opening, at the same time as Bill. "That Bill has done wonders for Howard," Mrs. Russell offered, almost in tears. Mr. Russell, whom got much attention from the men, conveyed his wife's sentiments to them, after she left for the kitchen. "I'm already to go with you, Mr. Russell," Frankie replied. "Oh, you don't call me Mr. Russell, son." "Son? Does that mean I can call you dad?" "If that's what you like, Frankie?" "I had a dad, but he wasn't much of a dad, Mr. Russ... I mean dad." "Well, I'll try my best to try to be a good dad to you, Frankie." "I'm gay, you know?" "Dr. della Croix has explained that to me. Let me let you in on a secret, Frankie." "What's that, Mr. Russell? I mean, dad?" "Our Howard, well, your new step-brother, is gay too." "And in a wheelchair, too? Wow!" "Handicapped individuals can be gay, just as well as people who haven't any impairments, Frankie." "How did you find out?" "About Howard being gay?" "Yeah." The room remained silent, letting the conversation carry on between the man and the boy. "Before his accident, actually." "Is that what made Howie a cripple?" "Handicapped, is what we like to refer to Howard as, or paraplegic." "Pair of what?" "Paraplegic, but why don't we call him Howard?" "Sure makes it easier, um... dad," Frankie said uneasily, still getting used to it. All the dads wondered still how Howard came to this state of being, so listened up for the explanation. "John, you don't have to..." "It's okay Jacq. I think I can handle it." The men in the room, being fathers, sensed this would be an emotional outpouring from John Russell. "You see, this all started over Howie coming out to me. I... I didn't want to hear it. I mean, my own son, flesh and blood, going through childhood, his early teen years... well, all Ginny and I wanted from our son was.. well, what we wanted, is a normal son. College, meet a nice girl and settle down and have grandchildren. But...." This is where John began to lose it. Jacq got up from where he sat, at the end of the rectangular table and let John sit. "Thanks, Jacq. Well, that morning I had challenged Howie to a race in the pool. We have a rather large cement one in our backyard." John's condition deteriorated rapidly, as he began to unload his story. "Howie was only fifteen at the time. I didn't mean to do it. I was outraged when he told me. All that came to my mind is that our dream for our son was over and... I struck out in anger, sending Howie into the pool. Unfortunately, he might have survived, if it had been the deep end of the pool. I almost couldn't think to even jump in after him... to save him. Can you imagine a father doing that to his own flesh and blood?" The man sobbed, at this point. A loving set of arms suddenly appeared, draping over his shoulders. A head hugged his. "I don't know why you do this to yourself, John." His wife helped him up, excusing them, taking her husband out for an evening nature walk. "Oh man is that so fucking sad, pardon my French," Steve offered. "Yeah. So, Jacq, it looks as if John holds himself responsible for Howie's handicap?" "Right, Barry. It was that fall into the pool that damaged Howie's spinal column, leaving him to never walk again." "That really sucks," Callan replied. "Yeah, it does, Callan. But there's a new hope in the Russell's lives. Seems that Bill Wade's plight has given Howie a new lease on life." "Oh? How does that go, Jacq?" Steve asks. "Well, I'm not rightly sure that Bill is gay, nor even bisexual, but he sure does have an attachment to Howie Russell." "I take it that it's been a strain on the Russell's?" "That's right, Alonzo," Jacq addresses the group. "Since Bill Wade came in to their household, there's been a dramatic upswing in all of their outlooks. Howie is twenty years old and had no interest in college, nor a trade. Now, he wants to go to school, with Bill in tow, of course." "Bill's not that much younger than Howie, is he?" Barry summises. "Not much. He's nineteen. And this will work towards Bill's advantages, as well. The Russells are willing to pay for his full college tuition. Also, in reality, the Russells were reluctant to send Howie away to college. Now, with Bill accompanying him, they're more open to the idea." "Wonders never cease, do they guys?" Barry says, openly. They all agree upon the blessings they've had delivered upon them. Gary Roberts asks Alonzo, "Have you mentioned anything to Diego, about the Pezzolo boys?" "Oh sure. He's ecstatic!" "So are we," Callan adds, looking to Alonzo. They squeeze hands, under the table. "So, will you be ready to receive them tomorrow?" "We're not sure Gary." "Oh? And how does that go, Callan?" "Depends on how fast we can kick out Steve, Barry and their hord tomorrow!" The solemness totally disappears, as they whoop up the atmosphere with laughing. Steve says, "You hold him and I'll work him over!" "Oh no you don't Steve," Mike replies, "If you're offering blowjobs, I can use one right here!" Steve wondered if Mike really joked about the lip-wrapping experience. % "Well, I think I'm going to turn in. Got to get up early to keep fit, Albert." "Oh. Okay, Coach.. I mean Marty. I know you said to call you Marty." "Sure, when we're home like this. Oh, and how's your mom doing, Albert. I'm sorry that I didn't think of calling the hospital." "I talked to Dr. Scalia. She's doing okay." "Okay, but what, Albert?" The eighteen year old stood there, his head down, looking upon his barechest and boxer shorts. Marty, his head track coach, advances, putting his hands on the sides of the teen. "C'mon, Albert. I'm here for you." "My mom needs open heart surgery. Marty, we don't have money for that kind of stuff," Albert said, now falling into the arms of the tee-shirted coach. "Oh, I'm sure things will work out, Albert." "It's all my fault. If I had thought before doing what I did..." "We've been over this time and again, Albert. It wasn't your fault. Your mom had a heart condition already." "Yeah, but i provoked it, Marty." "It could've been any little quirk that sent your mom into a heart attack, Albert. Now look at me." Albert backed off from the hug and gazed into Marty's eyes. "We're going to make it through this... raise the money somehow. Got that?" "Yeah." He got what Marty was saying, but other vibes came through, as the two held their fixed stare. "What?" Coach said. "I... I need you Marty." "I told you I'm here for you, Albert." "I know, but I... I need you... like 'need' need you, Marty." The twenty-seven year old high school coach looked into his student's eyes. His hands rose, to play along Albert's cheeks. Marty found himself hardly able to keep his mind from wandering. "Can... can I... can I sleep in your bed tonight, Marty?" "I don't think that would be a good idea, Albert." "Oh. Okay," Albert replied, with such despair. "C'mon. I'll show you to your room." Albert knew where his room was. Marty wanted to make sure he was okay, before he retired for himself. "You can leave the light on, if you want to, Albert." "No. That's okay." Marty bid his farewell goodnight, closing the door behind him. Albert lay there in the dark, contemplating what would happen to him, should his mom 'not make it'. It's been awhile since he shed some tears, but tonight broke that silent torrent. Albert sat up, turned on the light, looking for some tissues. His tears fell on his own chest. After blowing his nose and wiping the excess, his head hit the pillow. Sometime around two, in the morning, he was awakened by Marty shaking him. "Wake up Albert. You're having a nightmare... Albert?" "A? A night.... mare? But.... Oooh shit!" Albert tried making sense of his own babbling. "You're all sweaty, Albert. C'mon... into the shower." As soon as Albert stood, he grabbed Marty, hugging him. "It was so awful." "Your nightmare, Albert?" "Yeah. So real. I... I've never been alone before." "And you're not, Albert. You've got your mother and your friends." "I dreamed that my mom... didn't make it, Marty." "Now come on, Albert. That's rubbish. Let's get you cleaned up and you'll feel better." As Marty led Albert to the jon, his hand ran up and down his own chest and stomach, rubbing in the sweat that Albert's nightmare had generated. He couldn't put a damper on the feeling between his legs, at the sensations the teen sweat registered. "How're you doing in there, Albert?" Marty asked, standing outside the pounding waterfall. "Okay, I guess." Marty still felt up the sweat, now mixing with the hot mist from Albert showering. His boxer shorts tented, as he wondered whether his erection would melt before Albert made his exit. "Albert, you okay?" "Yeah." However, Marty didn't trust the solemn voice. So, he peeked behind the almost translucent shower curtain. Albert stood there, hands on the shower wall, in front of him, the shower head pointed at his head. Cascades of water shot onto his head and shoulders, water draping over him. Marty couldn't discount the feelings surging through his body, connecting with his sexual desires. Worse yet, had been peering into the watery vision, seeing Albert's wet body, a specimen of such manly beauty. 'Oh fuck', he sighed to himself. Next, he let the shower curtain flap back, long enough to shed his boxer shorts. "Albert, I'm sweaty and need to shower too," Marty used for an excuse to lead his way into Albert's train of thoughts. "I'll get out in a sec, Marty." "No... I mean... I..." Next thing Marty knew, is Albert draping the shower curtain across his wet chest. "Did you mean you wanted to come in the shower now, Marty?" Of course, as Albert said this, his eyes shot downwards, picking up on Marty's previously clothed torso and it's hidden contents. "Um... ah... no actually. I can wait... um... until.. you know, give you your privacy, Albert." Albert sensed something else. Most likely Marty's true feelings. Regardless of the water spurting all over the place, Albert pulled the shower curtain fully opened. "Here, let me take your hand and help you in, so you don't slip, Marty." "Me? In the shower with you, Albert?" "Yeah. I know you want it and I want it too, Marty. I'm not hiding my feelings anymore. I don't care if you're my coach at school of not. I want you, Marty. C'mon. I need you. Please?" For Marty, this wasn't any longer a dilemma of choosing right over wrong. He now understood Albert's desires, plus those of his own. Taking the eighteen year old's hand, he let himself be led into the shower. Once in there, he knew there would be no turning back. Their actions spoke louder than any word could tell. Like in the bedroom, their chests met. But, instead of the man calming the frightened teen, it became a matter of equals. A man, loving another man. The teeming water couldn't muffle their feelings for each other, as their hands felt up each others bodies. As Albert's hand folded around Marty's barrel, he said, "You're really hard, Marty." "Yeah and it's you that's doing it to me, Albert." "I... I never sucked a man's cock before." "Are you ready to dry off, Albert?" The two weren't fully dry, as Marty led Albert off to his bed chambers. At least they had a clean start, as they began to get sweaty all over again. % That night, Frankie Wade left the squirt's room, to a bedroom of his own, at the Russell's home. Diego tossed and turned, trying to sleep, solo, on the sleeping bag, lying out on the floor. Around 3 am, his lonliness dipped into the extreme.. "Daddy?" Finding the full sized bed, half asleep, Diego couldn't figure out which dad was which, sprawled out on their backs. "Ooooh!" Callan groaned, feeling a little kneecap digging into his stomach. "What tha... oh, it's you, Diego. What's the matter?" He didn't get an answer though, as the Star Wars clad nine year old fell in between the dads and shared their pillows. Callan smiled, falling back to sleep, when he sensed Diego was well on his way to dreamland. % Saturday morning hit like a bolt of thunder. "C'mon dads, time to get up and get moving!" Philip and Aidan literally meant that, each taking on the responsibility of waking each of their dads. "Wow, your dad sure has a big cock, Philip!" Before Philip could respond, Barry shot up and kicked the two out. "Hee heee... guess they've seen everything now, Beary!" "Shut up Steve, before I make you suck it!" "That'll be the day. You don't have to make me do nothin'." "Ooooooooh!" Barry sighed, as Steve's lips found the engourged shaft. There Barry stood, as Steve kneeled on the bed, his bodyweight forced up with his hands, his lips savoring the sweet piece of meat. "You never get enough of my juice, do you Steve?" "Un-uh.." Steve managed to nod, as he sucked away. Reaching underneath Steve's chest, gave him another reason to sigh. It wasn't tough to find the two hard nips on Steve's smooth chest. Barry dislodged his cock from Steve's mouth, as his gaping orifice remarked at the awesome feeling of having his nips mashed. "Oooooooh yeah!" Releasing one of his nips, Barry guided Steve's head back to it's task. It wasn't long before his torso bucked and he emptied his morning load into Steve's belly. "Ooooh! Uggggh! Uggghhh!" Barry shouted out, as his cum shot down Steve's throat. After expending his load, he said to Steve, "Your turn." Steve lay down on the bed, as Barry pumped him up and then watched as his sweet cream shot in the air, landing on Steve's stomach and chest. "I don't believe you did that Barry." "Did what?" "You tasted my cum!" "So?" "Nothing. Just that I never saw you do that before." "Hey, every man likes the taste of cum." "Yeah. Plus, it's full of all the necessary vitamins." "Some science teacher you are, Steve. That what they taught you in college?" "All I know is that ever since I've been drinking your cum, Barry, I've been feeling real good!" Steve didn't believe it, as Barry extended himself further, getting on the bed, hovering over him and then leaning in, to lick at his cum-covered stomach. "This mean I get to fuck you, Barry?" "Do you want to fuck me, Steve?" "Nope." A mutual smile put the issue at rest. It also served to break the spell of the moment, causing Barry to rise off the bed and head for the jon. "Remember, it's bad luck to cross the streams." "You've seen 'Ghostbusters' too many times, Steve." The two stood there, pissing in the toliet together, trying to cross the yellow streams. "Do you thinkmoving day preempts the Saturday morning nature walk?" "Are you kidding, Barry? Either she'll catch up with us today," Steve referred to Bernice's neighborhood brainchild, "or track us down at church tomorrow." "Then, Steve, I'd suggest hopping in the shower and washing that scum off of you?" "Aren't you coming?" "Not today. Even though I got my cock mocked out by your son..." "Mocked out? I'd rather think that Aidan's comment had been a compliment." "Yeah, sure Steve. More likely a comparison to his dad's puny...." Barry suddenly realized he stated the wrong choice of words. He read Steve's thoughts, like a book, as he solemnly turned, then started up the shower. "Hey, look Steve," he caught Steve, rising up from the tub faucets, "that was just wrong. I'm sorry, hon." His smooth lover stood there a moment, looking into Barry's deep, brown eyes. Steve's flatlined lips turned up into a slight smirk. "Hey, it's okay," Steve finally gave in, throwing palm, like a half-waving goodbye. "No, really. It was a terrible thing to say Steve, especially about the man I care the most for." "For real, Barry?" "Yeah. Sure I'm for real, Steve." "Um, who do love more? Me or Philip?" Barry's turn to smirk. "Steve, turn around please?" "Turn around?" "Yeah. I want to show you something." First thing to come to Steve's mind, is an idea along the lines of 'cock meets ass'. "Owwwwwwwwwch!" He nearly jumped out of his skin. "What was that for?" Steve asked, after receiving the surprised whack on his ass. "Well, as Chad might put it, for being a dufous?" Steve's hand had been no more than a half arm's stretch from the removable showerhead. He got even! % "Hey, y'know I things it's pretty rad that Sean and Jacq are adopting that Pete kid." "Isn't that my sweatshirt, Preppy?" Totally oblivious to Matty's question, Chad continues, "I think we should get us some boys to adopt, someday." The yellow sweatshirt falls over the high school jock's lightly coated, dirty blonde chest. "We've got plenty of time for that, Preppy. Let's think about getting you out of high school and through college first." "Oh yeah. Of course. I'm just saying that, I think it's cool that Sean all of a sudden is so grown up, that he's going to be a father already." "Also, Preppy, Sean is almost twenty years old." "When's he going to be twenty?" Matty, standing there in his lowrise briefs, holding a pair of socks in his hand, scratching his shoulder, replies, "Ah, I think his birthday is at the end of this month." "Oh man. We've got to throw him a party." "Hey don't worry. His dad has always had a big party for each of the kids, as they've aged." "I kind of sensed that of Steve... I hope he doesn't mind me calling him that. Dad or dad-Steve seems a little strange to me." "I'm sure he doesn't mind. What did you have on your mind?" "Ahem!" Chad clears his throat, eyeing up his dawddling other half, now rubbing a hand through his dark chest fur. "What?" "Tough to keep my thoughts trained on my dad's partner, looking at the delicious man before me." "Corny, Preppy, but come and get me if you want a taste." "Um, that wasn't any better, Matty." However, Chad took up Matty's invitation and began feasting on the delicacy. As they sunk back down into the bed, Matty worked the yellow sweatshirt up and over Chad's head. % "Do you guys gotta move today?" "What's the matter, smallfry?" Before either Philip or Aidan could answer Diego, Catherine had bent over and flopped her arms down, clasping the youngster in a hug. "You almost spilled my cereal, Catherine." "Oh? Well, pardon me!" She replied, standing up and backing off. "He doesn't mean it, Catherine," Jade commented. "I know. Fuckin' shame.... oops... owch!" The three boys crack up, in laughter. "Haa ha haa.. Catherine got a spanking from Jade," Diego shouts out. "Yeah, get'er, Jade," Aidan replies. Philip cackles away. "Hey, who's side are you hooligans on?" Catherine balks at the three. Heading straight for the table, the closest kid, Philip, becomes the object of Catherine's tickling spree. The other two go to Philip's aid, trying to tear her goosing fingers away. "Well?" she yells out, trying to coax Jade into the warfare. "Oh no... you started it, love. You finish it!" "Oops!" "Oh noooooo. We're not falling for it this time, Cath!" Aidan calls out, remembering the last time she faked falling on the floor. "Dammit! Can't fool you kids no how.. you're all so dam smart!" "Oooooh, Catherine you cursed again!" The boys now look towards Jade. She walks across the floor, extending her hand. "Oh no you don't!" Catherine says to her lover. "Yeah, take her out back and give her a swishin', Jade!" Philip suggests. "Good idea," Jade says, smiling. Somehow, Aidan knew that Jade wasn't taking Catherine out back for any ole swishin'! "Aren't you boys done eating yet?" "Daddiiiiiiiiiies!" Both Alonzo and Callan got a big hug from their son. Diego then turns, taking Callan's left hand and his real dad's right hand, returning to the kitchen table, boasting, "I slept with my daddies last night, guys." "Babies sleep with their dads." "What was that Aidan?" Steve's voice rung out. "Um, nothing dad." "It didn't sound like 'nothing' to me, young man. I think you owe an apology?" "Sorry dad-Callan and dad-Alonzo," Aidan replied, somberly. "And?" "Sorry Diego." "It's okay. I like sleeping with my daddies." Then Diego recalls, "I hope I didn't bust your stomach, dad-Callan!" Picking up his sweatshirt, exposing the gold, blonde trail, he replies, "I think the bruising from your knee is gone, son." "Ouch!" Steve replies, thinking of a knee to the gut. Diego picks up more on the 'son' usage. "Do you like being my daddy, dad-Callan?" "Yup," he leaves it short and sweet. "Cool!" Diego says. Aidan, big on the small boy's vocab, replies, "Cool," to Philip. Philip gets the connection. "What time are we moving?" Philip asks his dad. Barry, pouring the cream into his cup of java, replies, "After we walk and..." "Walk? Dad, we gotta get ourselves sitjuwaited!" Philip retorts. "I know, but first things first, son." "Dad, do we gotta?" Aidan asks his dad, like the saying goes, 'if mom says no, ask grandma!' "Yes ya gotta and it's not like a little walk is going to kill you boys," Steve replies to both boys. Sulking, the two boys sit there, arms folded across their narrow chests. Alonzo adds, to the dad's defenses, "I'm surprised at you boys." "Why's that dad-Alonzo?" Aidan and Philip ask, almost together. "That you boys would rather work up a sweat heaving all your household goods from house to house, without tasting all of those delicious donuts, cookies and cakes, drinking down OJ and..." "Hey, yeah, Philip. We forgot about all that!" "Yeah and I forgot that Mrs. Williams is going to be there and she said she's making S'mores!" "You didn't tell me that, Philip!" >From then on, until the dad's finished up washing down some proteins, carbs and fat, with their coffee, that's all the two boys talked about; Mrs. Williams and their music class at school. "Dad?" "Yes, Philip?" "Mrs. Williams said not to worry about when I get my harp. I can play it anytime." "That's good," Barry replies. "It'll cost plenty for a new one." Callan asks, "It should be covered by your insurance, Barry, No?" "I hardly think that using it for a battering ram, is grounds for collecting on it," Barry replies. "Y'know, my cousin Conan is coming over from Ireland soon. Maybe he can find a cheap one." "Maybe Callan's got something there, Barry." "Yeah. Only thing is that the place we're moving into outweighs the price of this place by about two hundred grand. Remember, Steve?" "Right. Maybe we better wait for awhile. Thanks anyway, Callan," Steve agrees with his lover. Alonzo picks up on the cousin, saying, "I thought you and Cath didn't have any other family, Callan." "No immediate family, but Conan is our only other relative. He lives in Casltebar." "Do they have a caslte there, dad-Callan?" Smiling at Diego, he replies, "I'm not sure. When you meet Conan, why don't you ask him?" "Can I?" "Sure you can," Callan replies, adding, "ask Conan anything you want." "Is he gay like you, dad-Callan?" "Diego," Alonzo starts, but is cut off by Callan, "No, it's okay. I don't really know, son." Diego smiles, then after looking at his own dad, asks, "Dad-Callan?" "Yes, Diego?" "Should I not ask Conan if he's gay?" "'Bout time you got over that 'queer' word, Diego," Philip comments, Aidan proud of his affection, asking it. However, Alonzo overrides it, replying to his son, "I think we better let dad-Callan talk to his cousin about that, okay son?" "Okay Daddy. I don't even have to know if Conan is gay, dad-Callan. I'll like him even if he's not!" The dads smile, happy to see that there's one less prejudiced person in the world. Diego goes on woofing down his cereal, to the bottom of the bowl. "Ready!" Like the signal given for a horserace to begin, the boys hop out of their seats and run out on the back porch. Philip comes running back in to alert the dads, "Hey! The other guys have desserted us!" As quickly as Philip entered, he leaves. "I guess we better get a move on it, fellas," Callan says. Steve asks, "Is this cousin of your's good lookin', Callan?" Barry slaps Steve on the rear. "OOooh... do that again," Steve kids, filling Alonzo and Callan with ideas. "Didn't we just go through this with the kids?" "I dunno," Steve plays innocent. "Sometimes I wonder Steve." "Oh? About what, Barry?" "That someday your going to split in two and this little kid is going to pop out of you!" Callan, out of the blue quips, "I'm not sure how Conan looks, since he's all grown up." "Oh?" Alonzo inquires. "When's the last time you saw him, hon?" "Catherine and I went back to Ireland for the funeral, his mother's, two years ago," Callan explains. "Conan's eighteen now." Alonzo asks, "Is he coming for a visit? Will he be staying with us?" "Actually, it's a long story and I'm not sure how it's all going to work out." "Oh?" Alonzo says, leaning against a counter, crossing his arms, as well as legs, waiting for further explanation. "You see, Conan stayed with his folks' best friends, after they laid his mom to rest. I've been writing him, telling him that when he's ready for college, that we live in a community that has a fine one. Catherine and I kind of invited Conan to come live with us, while he's going to college. I mean, Conan doesn't have much money and what he does have, went towards his first year's tuition. But now what are we going to do?" Alonzo dropped his arms, tilted back onto both feet. After looking towards Barry and Steve, whom bade him farewell, for now, Alonzo walked over to where his lover stood. Grabbing Callan around the middle, chest to back, he put him in a bear hug. "C'mon now. Things will work out, Callan." "Yeah, but the apartment where Cath and I stayed is already rented, but I wouldn't have been able to afford both that and...." "Calm down. It's no problem, Callan. We've got lots of room here and until Conan finds his own place, he can bunk here." "Really?" "Sure. We can't go giving Conan a wrong impression of what his cousin is like." "You'd do that for me?" "Of course I would, Callan. I love you. I'd do anything for you." Many years of uncertainy began to melt, unfolding a new concept of caring, in Callan. Slowly, he began shaking, tears coming to his eyes. "Heeey, what's all this?" Alonzo questions, physically turning Callan in his arms, like a ballet dancer on tippee toes. "I never had anyone who cared so much for me." "Now that's not true. What about Cath?" "I'm not talking about that. She has Jade." "Oh, I see. Well, you can forget anything about being alone from now on, Callan. You and I are a couple and I'm madly in love with you. Okay?" Alonzo wasn't one for so many tender words, but his thumbs, wiping away tears, his lips playing on Callan's mouth, showed how much he cared. % Must've watched the Care Bears when he was little! 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.