Date: Tue, 9 Aug 2005 14:02:09 -0400 (EDT) From: T Chase Subject: Nature Walk 57 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" 57 wriTten by T. Chase McPhee % "So, what do you want to do for your birthday, Sean?" "I don't know Jacq. I really can't think, at a time like this." When something affected the now extended Clark family, which included not only the Barr's, Diego, Alonzo, Callan and now the heart of the matter, Jeremy Pezzolo, they all ran the course, waiting news of Adam. Every seat of the den had been occupied by an ass. "Now, if I were you, I'd make use of all these hands, Steve?" "Huh, Bernice." "C'mon! Everybody up!" The adopted matron of the conglomerate of households spoke. "Aunt Bernice!" "Don't Aunt Bernice me, you younguns or I'll have Alberto take ya out back for a swishin'!" "It's switchin', Aunt Bernice," Philip now fills her in on the correct pronouciation. "Well, it's swishin' to me, so don't change the subject and get up off that rump, Philip Barr. All of ya's pick up something and take it over to the new house!" In no time, Bernice Bridges had the whole lot of guys in motion, carrying some piece of furnishings, through the, soon-to-be- Clark's old backyard, past the rundown barn and through the new Clark-Barr backyard. Like a long safari, the trail of kids, teens and adults reached the deck of home, resembling several small bungalows, heaped together. "Where should I put this dad?" Aidan asked. Philip joins in, "Yeah. Where do you want this, dad?" "Where do I put this dad-Barry?" "Want this here, dad-Steve?" "Hey dad, should I put this in one of the kid's rooms?" Even the adults started in on the badgering. "Steve, should we put this in the garage for now?" asked Alonzo. "Oh, men!" Bernice said. Like a traffic cop, Bernice began directing the vehicular motion, directing where things should go. After all, this is one of the homes she's been in and out of over the roughly ten years it's been up for sale, with no takers, deeming the high price tag. "Lucky man that you snatched her up, Alberto," Callan commented. "Am I?" Alberto rolled his eyes. The guys around him, laughed. They knew Bernice's reputation as a mover and shaker. When she wanted something done, people stood in dust, as she bolted into action. "Hey, Barry," Steve ribtickled his partner, "you should get Bernice involved in a fundraiser or something!" "Steve, I could kiss you!" Barry relayed to him, actually making the delivery on the side of his face. "What'd I do?" Callan says, "I don't know Steve, but what a guy has to do, to get some of that?" "What are you complaining about?" Alonzo busts his lover. "Who me? Nothing." Even so, Alonzo gives Callan the same treatment Barry gave Steve. Aidan and Philip had returned from delivering their goods, via Bernice's direction. "Look, Aidan, the dads are getting all kissy-kissy!" In front of the dad's Philip, who has his arm around Aidan, like pals, kisses him on the cheek. The dads laugh at the two kid's antics. However, Steve stores the memory for future reference. His concern is for the young lovers, in view of their age and how their relationship should evolve, something he has know clue in how to nuture. "Oh, is that mine?" Barry calls out, his cell phone ringing. The three other dads check their cellphones, along with Matty, Chad, Sean and Jacq. All to no avail, as Barry is the one who gets a response. "Yeah... you did? Great! He's okay? We're on our way! Oh, don't? Okay Mike. Thanks." "What's up?" Came the first pressing response, from Callan, knowing the news had to be about Adam. "Anybody know where Jeremy is?" "In the new den, with my mom," Matty reports. "Good. They picked up the car, heading right towards the roadblock, up on 'Donovon's hill'," Barry tells them. Ever since accident, involving Mr. Donovon, that area of town has been named appropriately, the place where the beloved grocer's life, as well as that of another, had been taken away. "Is Adam okay?" Alonzo questioned, holding his partners hand. "Except for a minor injury, yes." "Injury?" Callan questions. "Yeah, um I'll tell you later." "You said they got the car. What about the guys involved in his kidnapping?" "Well, it seems that one of the four guys involved in the abduction, turned redcoat and actually saved young Adam's ass, literally," Barry filled them in. "Where is Adam now?" Callan pressed for the info. "WR General." "Don't you think we should head over there now?" "Oh yeah, but Mike said to give them an hour or so. The police are still questioning him." "Did they give you any other details, dad?" Chad asked. "Not much. The police followed Jerry's lead, that's the kid that helped Adam, up to the old Spruce Run Horse Farm and they found the other three involved." "Thank God," Steve said. "Yeah, you're right, Steve," Alonzo agreed. "About thanking God?" "No, about finding these guys and getting them arrested and out of society, but I guess thanking God doesn't hurt, either!" "Speaking of God..." "What Chad?" "Don't forget we have that meeting after church tomorrow, Matty." "Oh yeah," Matty says, then quips, "Hey, don't forget, Sean." "Me?" "Yeah, remember you said you would go on the camping trip with us?" "I said that?" "Jacq, you been slipping Sean some of those forgetful pills, in his coffee?" Before Jacq could answer, Matty, slapping Sean on the chest, says, "C'mon man, it'll be fun!" "Yeah, okay," Sean give in. % "Good thing you changed your mind, you know, Jerry?" "I never wanted to go through with any of this, officer." Officer Riley Sanchez, took charge of processing Jerry. Reaching the police facility, he opened the door and took his arm, to lead the twenty year old out from the back of the patrol car. As regulation, his wrists had been cuffed behind his back, making his mobility reserved. "Oh shit!" "What?" Jerry says to Riley. "The press. Quick, this way." Instead of heading towards the normal passageway, into the jail, Riley presses Jerry back into the vehicle, closing the back door and hopping into the driver's seat, taking off. "What are you doing, officer?" "Saving you from a bunch of cutthroats. Believe me, you don't know the reporters in this town. With two major news sources, one always has to outdo the other." "So, where are you taking me?" "Secret passageway." Stopping around the deserted side of the WR police headquarters, Riley once again helps Jerry out of his vehicle. "Turn around." "What're you going to do?" Jerry asks, concerned. "Nothing, now just do it. Eventually those reporters are going to be following their hound's noses and will be sniffing this way, so get a move on it. Trust me, okay?" "Okay," Jerry says, turning around, feeling his cuffs being handled. "What did you do that for? I could try to get away." "Yeah right, kid. That's why you gave yourself up, so you could run away?" As Riley led Jerry towards the building, he hopped over a wrought iron railing and down into a cellar level alleyway. "Where are you taking me?" "To jail." Jimmying with a window, Riley pries it up. "Breaking into jail?" "Like I said, I don't believe you're like the others." "You never said that, officer." Riley looks Jerry over. "Well, I'm saying it now. Now, follow me." Riley dissapears inside the building. Jerry spies an arm sticking out. Then a voice shouts, "C'mon. Give me your hand!" Reaching out, the twenty year old is heaved inside the window, as if hauled in by a crane. "Ooomphff!" both Riley and Jerry sigh out loudly. Jerry, his hundred and seventy-five pound 5'11 frame, hurled inside, against Riley's 6'1 body, as if tackling him on the football field. Throwing him off balance, he now lay on the floor, Jerry's chest flat out, pinning him. Worse, Jerry gets all clammy, when he tries to get up, accidentally kneeing Riley's balls. "Gnuuuuuuugh-ooooh fuck!" Riley yells out, his hand going for his crotch. "I-I-I... didn't mean to do that," Jerry apologizes. "I know you didn't," Riley says, "if ya did, you'd be hightailling it back out that window." "Here," Jerry says, extending his hand to the downed officer. Almost repeating the same act, Riley utilizes Jerry's offer, plus some of his own leg muscle, uprighting himself. "Um, sorry about the... um, injury." "Nothing serious. C'mon. Let's go." "Officer, can I ask you a question?" Riley, his hand on Jerry's arm, halts after three steps into his pace. "Yeah, go ahead." "Why are you doing this for me?" "Why? Because you're young, I think you got a bad rap and you've got a long life ahead of you, to spend it wasting away in jail." "Who says I'm not going to jail?" "We talked with the Pezzolo boy. He doesn't want charges pressed against you." "But I was there. I could have stopped him from getting tortured." "You did." "No. They whipped his asshole." "I know what they did to him, Jerry. You don't have to fill me in on the grisly details. However, Adam seems to think it could've gotten a lot worse." "Believe me, if could have." "Oh?" "Yeah. He doesn't know how it feels to have Ty's fat cock up his ass." "And you do?" "Hell yeah. That son-of-a-bitch, Jack, made dam sure. He befriended me from the first time I landed at college, for the purpose of using me for his fucktoy." Riley could see the overheated state Jerry evolved into. "And this Ty character, apparently having a thick cock, fucked you over?" Riley put it bluntly. "'Thick' isn't the word. Jack set me up with him, to take my cherry. He shoved his ten inches of fat dick straight into me. How do you think I felt?" "Like I said, Jerry. You got a bum rap and if you tell your attorney what you told me, plus act as a witness, I'm sure things will go well for you." "Are you telling me I won't get jail time?" "I can't give you any guarantees, Jerry." "I don't know why I even set out on this road trip with them." "I'll tell you, Jerry, Adam Pezzolo is one lucky guy that will be mighty grateful that you did take the advantage." "Yeah, I guess. At least that's the way I felt, thinking about slipping the Crystal Blue into the guys' beercans." "Do you have anymore of that stuff?" "Yeah. Right here." Jerry pulls a small plastic bag from his pocket. In it, are several little blue pills. "Here, let me have it." Riley doesn't wait for Jerry to hand it over. Snatching it from him, he opens it, dumping the contents in the toliet, flushing them away. "Huh? What did you do that for?" "It's the one thing that could put you away for a long time." Standing there, staring at Riley, Jerry repeats himself, "Why are you doing all this for me and my cow is dead, so don't give me that 'bad rap' bull." "You're cow is dead, huh? Alright, the truth then." "That's what I've been trying to get at, ever since you took me from the patrol car." Riley gets comfortable, placing his foot up on an old crate. Leaning against the wall, his arm sits on his bent thigh. "Y'see, you're not the first kid I got out of trouble, plus got some of my own family to contend with. Plus... you're gay, right?" "Um... yeah. How do you think I got mixed up with these guys, in the first place?" "Hey, I'm not in to finding out about your life history, Jerry." "Yeah. Okay. Sorry I got uptight about it. You see, I... never mind." "You got something to say, say it, Jerry." "It's part of my life history. You don't want to know it." Retracting his statement, Riley sat down on the crate. "Here, sit." "Aren't you going to take me in for processing?" "There's plenty of time for that. Wait til they haul in your buddie's asses. The press will be on them and we can make a clean break for the shower." "First of all, they're not my buddies." "Yeah. Okay. I suppose not, in lieu of what you've already told me. What about your 'history', now?" Jerry took a seat on the crate, rearranging his crotch, which Riley noticed. "I... When I got dressed, I didn't put my briefs on." "I see. So?" "Oh yeah. Well, before I left for college, my dad and mom had been so excited for me. I've always been honest with them, so figured it time to tell them my sexual secret. Man, dad almost went through the roof, when I told him I was gay." "And your mom?" "She told my father to 'talk to me' and left the room. My father talked to me, alright. He laid this big guilt trip on me, telling me that all their hopes and dreams of what they expected of me, had died, at that moment. For the hour following my news to him, he badgered me, tearing me apart. I mean, here I was, a straight A's high school student, with all these scholarships for science and he was calling me a total idiot." By the time Jerry had finished telling Riley his harrowing tale of coming out to his own family, he was close to tears. "And so, as soon as you got to college, this Jack latched onto you?" "We became roommates. Seems that the guy that shacked up with Jack, was straight. He didn't fit into Jack's plan. I did. Plus, at the time I was naive enough to accept his hospitality and follow his lead. Maybe my dad had been right." "I don't think so. Your dad wasn't there when you helped Adam Pezzolo, was he?" "No." "It took a lot of guts for you to go against those three boys, didn't it?" "I guess." "Look, Jerry. You were duped from the beginning, fell into the wrong crowd, but I think you deserve another chance." "You're not the one who's going to decide that, officer." "Call me Riley," he replied to the twenty year old, getting up off his crate, stepping behind the troubled college guy. "What are you doing?" "Nothing. Sorry 'bout that." Riley withdrew his hands from Jerry's shoulders. "Officer... um, Riley... are you.... gay?" "Gay? Why would you think that, Jerry?" "I'm a science major. In the field, we scientists have to draw up a hypothesis, then seek out to either prove it's belief, or dismiss it as being untrue." "I think you're above my head on that one, Jerry." "Okay. Try this one. Do you know the theories behind the scientific concept of gaydar?" Smiling, Riley replies, "I think I can handle that subject. So, what did you find out, professor?" "That maybe my theory could prove correct, so I figured since I have the source here, I'd inquire. So, is my hypothesis correct?" "Yeah, okay. You found me out." "And is part of your saving the oppressed, go beyond the rescue stage?" "My cow is dead, too, so don't give me your bull. What the hell are you talking about, Jerry?" For the first time, since he hauled Jerry in, Riley saw a flicker of humor pop up. "What's so funny, Jerry?" "Funny?" "Yeah." "Funny thing is that when I came in through that window and landed on you, I didn't want to get up." "And?" "That's it, other than I sensed that your crotch was kind of on the bulging side." "Aha! So you didn't just happen to lean on my balls with your knee?" "Ooooh, no, that was totally by accident. By the way?" "What?" "How are they?" Now that the gay issue was out in the open and the humor, on the light side, both went at it. Groping himself, Riley says, "Feeling good, other than a bit on the active side." "Yeah, I can see that." "Um, your briefless crotch still itching?" "You kidding? Don't you know how tight jeans can constrict a guy's balls?" "And a hard shaft?" "Me? Hard? Over what?" "Oh, get off the dead cow, Jerry. I saw it from a mile away!" "Well, I'm up close and I can very well make out what your packing, Riley." Jerry belted out, calling Riley's bluff. Both, standing about a foot apart, look down, staring at Riley's crotch. "Yeah. Okay, I admit it. So, what about you?" Their heads shift, like in a ping pong game, now gazing at Jerry's package. Assaying the situation, Jerry concludes, "Yeah, I'd say my jeans are tighter than normal." Looking upwards, they look at each other, smiling. "Ready for that shower?" "What about the press?" "Um, I thought we'd use the downstairs, out of the run of the place shower?" "We, Riley?" "I meant you showering, Jerry." "That's not what my scientific mind says." "You and your dead cows. Alright, so I did think of myself in there with you, but you better go it alone." "One problem." "Oh? And what's that, Jerry?" "I have a fear of enclosed places. Since this is a strange place for me, I think you should accompany me. Where is it?" "This way, but you can count me out!" Riley led Jerry back to the jon, where he flushed the Crystal Blue down the toilet. "Man, is this a small place." "Yeah. I use it when it gets too crowded upstairs." "I would think you'd take advantage of the close comfort, Riley!" "Funny Jerry. C'mon. Let's get a move on it." "So, you're not showering with me, huh?" "Just get going." "Are you going to stand there and watch me strip?" "Regulation." "Oh yeah. What a break for you, huh?" "Never mind." "Oh no, Riley. You can leave the door open. I wouldn't want you to bend the policies for me. You know, show favoritism. Nope, wouldn't want to get you in hot water over this." "Hot water? Oh, don't worry, Jerry. You definitely wouldn't be getting me into the hot water." "I didn't mean it that way, Riley." "Yeah, sure you didn't, Jerry." However, as soon as Jerry stripped and ditched his teeshirt, Riley was moving about, to rearrange his package. Hanging up the teeshirt on a hook, Riley licked his lips, when he saw Jerry's lower middle back and the lightly patch of dark, almost black hair, as it dipped into his pants, at the beltline. He abruptly looked up, when Jerry turned around. "Like what you see?" Giving him a look, Riley replied, "Just get on with it. I've got better things to do, y'know?" "Oh yeah? Like taking time to listen to my life story?" "I know more about you than what you've told me, you know?" "Oh? The wonders of the modern age. So, what do you know?" Jerry paused in his readying for the shower, walking up to the six foot, one inched officer. "For one that you're not a fully bred American boy?" "Oh? How does that go, hermano?" "Yeah, I know lived part of your life in Colombia, where your father was stationed with the American embassy. And that isn't exactly a tan you got this passed summed, at the beach?" "So, what is this, Riley? You have a thing for Latino college boys?" Jerry sensed enough about why Riley singled him out. Sure, Riley looked to be older than himself, but he tired of the cat and mouse game. He didn't connect himself as the cat, nor the mouse, but something inside him, pressed him onward, to find out Riley's motives. He took the chance, reaching up and undoing the first button of Riley's shirt. Without saying a word, Riley, with his hands on his hips, looks down, as Jerry goes for the second button. "Yeah, I thought so?" "Huh?" "Thought what, Jerry?" "The reason why you checked me out." "Checked you out?" Riley said, looking up at Jerry, then down again, as his hand reached the fourth and last button of his regulation police shirt. "Yeah, you checked to see if I was free and clear of any record." "Free and clear?" "Yeah. You like me, don't you?" "Like you?" "Yeah and you know what, Riley?" "What?" Riley sighed, closing his eyes, as Jerry's soft hands felt inside of his shirt. His hands ventured in through the parted opening of his black shirt, at first feeling the thick hair on his stomach and then opening his shirt wider, as he drew them around the sides of Riley's bod. "Nice pecs. You work out, huh?" "Yes, I do," Riley replied, still following the twenty year old's hands. Next, Jerry pulls the shirt from Riley's pants. "There's an easier way of doing that, you know?" "Why don't you show me?" Smiling, Riley begins to undo his belt buckle. Jerry backs off, going for his own beltline. "You know I shouldn't be doing this?" "But you want to, Riley. So do I and I can keep a secret, if you can?" Riley didn't know what was coming over him. Here he is, a sensible cop, jeopardizing an eight year career of law enforcement, over a twenty year old college student. He didn't comprehend what all this scientific hypothesis stuff was about, but ever since he lay eyes on Jerry, his hands high in the air, as he stepped from the 'wanted' car, he knew that he had to try to make a connection. Going on the clean report, drawn from his patrol car computer and his own intuition, Riley knew he had to have Jerry Ronson-Figueroa. It's now that he discovers just how much it might cost him, if his intuition proves wrong. "I'll get the shower ready." Riley stops fidgeting with his bootlace long enough to follow that hairy asscrack, as it heads towards the shower. One more thing stirs his loins. All these years, he's billed himself as one hot top cop, but for whatever presses him on now, he can't keep himself from the wanting of licking Jerry's hairy ass. A few minutes ago, he licked his lips, as if he could taste the lower back hair, before Jerry stripped off his pants. Now he wanted it all! % "Has it been long enough, Barry?" "Sorry, Callan, but Mike said to wait for his call, but in the mean time, Steve and I do appreciate you helping us to move everything." "Guess I'm just anxious." "Sure you are, Callan. It's like Steve and me here. We're real anxious to get our own first home in order and I'm sure that's the case with you and Alonzo." "More so, I would say." "Oh?" "Yeah. I mean, not only am I getting a lover, but a family too. You know how much that means to me?" "No, can't say that I do, from your viewpoint, Callan." "Well, it does. I mean, all I had left in the world is Cath and my cousin, Conan. But, Cath has Jade and I started to feel... lonely." "Oooh," Barry sighed, taking Callan into his arms, for a buddy hug, "I feel for you." "What's this? Backyard lovers already?" Steve kids. "I guess we'll have to put up a ten foot wall, Steve," Alonzo follows his lead. Callan says, seriously, "It was only a friendly hug, Alonzo." "I know it was." Steve replies, in all sincerety, cooling it with the jokes, "Of course we knew it was, Callan." Alonzo and Callan returned to what was now their own home. "Sometimes I wonder if that guy has a sense of humor." "He does, Steve. You're timing was off. That's all." "I suppose we all can't have an affinity for calling the shots right, all of the time." "Like I do, Steve?" "Never mind. Never mind." "Where did the kids disappear to?" "Bernice has them over at her place for pizza." "Y'know we're really blessed with her, Steve?" "I know. In lots of ways." "When I told her about the condition of the barn and how much it would cost, she said if that included the price of the horses?" "Horses?" "Yeah. You know Bernice better than I do, Steve. Do you think she meant it?" Shrugging his shoulders, he said he didn't know. % Riley stood behind Jerry, his cock rigid, touching the twenty year old's body, as his soapy hands ran up and down his taut chest and stomach. "Riley... Riley?" "Huh?" "You alright, man?" "Huh? Oh, Bill... ah, hi!" Dropping his feet off his desk, Riley yawned a long one, vocally sighing, as he awoke from his siesta. "Was a sweet one, huh Riley?" "Huh?" Riley questioned the tall cop. Of course Riley knew it was a sweet dream and his eyes followed Bill's, right to his crotch, to prove it! "Now how could you tell a thing like that, Bill?" "I could tell from a mile away, Riley. Hey, shift's over. I'm headed for the shower. Wanna come?" "You never quit, trying to get into my pants, do you Bill?" "Can't put a guy down for trying, Riley." "Hmm..." "What? Do I detect a faint interest there, Riley?" "Now you know that I go for the younger set, Bill." "What, a year younger than you doesn't account for anything?" "Try less than twenty-five?" "Forget it, Riley. Someday your going to wake up from one of your hot siesta dreams and find your an old man!" "Have a nice shower, Bill." Bill waved, as he left Riley's office. Opening a cabinet door, next to his desk, he looked in the mirror, usually reserved for combing his hair. 'Am I getting old?' he asked himself. Then he picked up his comb and ran it through his almost black head of hair. He felt a disturbance in the force, so reached down to readjust his package. His next, immediate thoughts, drew back to his sweet dream that Bill stirred him from. 'Man, it seemed so real,' the thirty year old cop said to himself, as he fondled his own half erect cock in his pants. 'I wonder if I'll ever meet 'that young guy'. Hell, maybe I should settle for Bill. I know he's got the hots for me, but I'm not so sure I got the hots for him!' "You hiding somebody in here, Riley?" "Oh hi chief. No. Um, what can I do for you?" Riley asks. Closing the cabinet, canning the reflection of the man whom always has time to listen to him, Riley faces the forty-one year old 'head honcho' of WRPD. "Riley, we've got a problem and I'm hoping you can help us out here." "Sure, if I can chief. What's on your mind?" "Do you remember the incident of Chad Barr getting worked over by some of his classmates?" "Just last month, wasn't it?" "Well, three weeks ago. The thing is that one of the perpetrators, Chris Seaford, has claimed he's gay and his parents aren't buying it, if you catch my drift?" "Oh, another one of those situations. So, what can I do to help? You want me to take the boy in?" "Riley, I've always knew you had a sixth sense in matters like these." "Yeah, well, you know I feel for boys with that kind of a problem, chief." "My feelings exactly, Riley. That's why I always come to you first." "Oh? And if I turned you down, then whom would be your number two man?" Chief Chris Maloney gulps, then says, "Um, Bill Pepper." "Bill? You've got to be joking!" Riley says, half laughing. "Y'know it wouldn't hurt if you got involved with him, Riley." "Involved? He just tried hitting on me a few minutes ago, chief. What're you, in cahoots with him?" "I didn't mean 'that' type of involvement, Riley. The guy is a teenager, in a man's body. He's needs to grow up some. I mean, when in uniform, Bill is one helluva cop, but after he strips down to civilian life, he's a totally different person. Think about that." "Yeah, okay. What about this Chris Seaford?" "Seventeen year old kid that's totally confused about his sexuality, literally kicked out of the house by his father and told not to come back until he's 'cured' of his gay sexuality... I'm sure you get the picture, Riley." "So, where's the kid now?" "Well, I've been working with Dr. Roberts on this one and seems that he's overstaying his stay at West Richland Memorial. He says he can probably squeeze one more day out of the hospital, but he really needs the bed. Plus, he's suffering from depression over a lot of this and has missed a lot of school. Riley, you know I wouldn't come to you if I didn't need you desperately?" "Hey, have I ever given you a tough time, chief?" "Only when I hired you, eight years ago, Riley." "Yeah, I hope I put you over that block about hiring Hispanics?" "I had a problem that I didn't realize I had, thanks to you, Riley." "Yeah, yeah, so when do I pick up this kid?" "The papers will be ready and..." "Papers?" "Releasing Chris into your custody, Riley." "Yeah, but the other times there wasn't papers to sign. What are leaving out, Chris?" "Hee hee heeee... okay, Riley. When you start to use my name, I know you're ready to go on the warpath." "No, It's just my 'Mark Twain' intuition kicking up." "Oh yeah. How does that go again?" "I can tell you weren't so keen on your high school grammar, chief, like he said, 'get the facts first, then you can distort them as you please'." "You'll have to write that down for me, Riley." "Yeah right, chief. Okay, what about Chris Seaford?" "Oh yeah. You see, as far as Dr. Robert's can clue us into, the father became so distraught over his son's decision to follow the gay lifestyle, that he's disinherited him and more than kicked him out of the house." "Which entails?" "They don't want to ever have anything to do with him." "Yeah and so?" "Riley, are you up for foster care?" "Foster? Like adopting the kid?" "I didn't say adopting. This would open the path for you to receive some subsidiaries for his welfare." "Yeah and what if I didn't want to do it that way, chief?" "The rules can't be bent, in his case, Riley. I'd be forced to send him to county and you know what that means." "That sucks... yeah okay, have the papers ready." "Or I could ask Bill Pepper?" "He'd be better off in 'county'!" Chief Maloney laughed, telling Riley to expect Chris to be released from the hospital today and to meet Dr. Roberts there, to take Chris into his home. "Oh, Chief?" "Yeah, Riley?" "What happened to that Jerry kid? Did you pick up the others?" "Jerry's locked up for now. We've captured two of the three. The one known as Ty, is still at large. What's your interest?" "Interest?" "C'mon Riley, don't kid a kidder." "Nothing. I figured that since the young guy turned himself in, with Adam Pezzolo, that he should be given some slack." "That's for the DA to decide." Winking, he tells Riley, "But I'll keep you in mind, if you have an interest?" Riley suffered a flashback to his sweet dream. "Yeah, I think I might have an 'interest'." "Hmm.. I don't know about you, Riley," Chief Maloney expressed, shaking his finger at him, as he departed the officers private office. Riley dove back further, in his thoughts. Once again he took up roots, in his swivel chair, placing his boots on his desk and hands behind his head, leaning back. After closing his eyes, he pictured the scene earlier today. Happening to be in the right place, at the right time, he pictured Jerry getting out of his car, his hands raised in the air. The tail of his teeshirt, hiked up, revealing a dark treasure trail below his navel, dipping into his pants. Although it hadn't been a heightened sexual moment, he detected the slight bulge in Jerry's jeans. "You just missed a nice 'hot' shower, Riley!" "What tha?" Riley replied, his feet falling to the linoleum, as if attached to a fifty pound weight. "Don't you fuckin' know how to knock, Pepper?" "Hee heee... Seems like you spend a lot of time lately, in your office, dreaming?" Turning around, he got up, watching the topless officer trying to sort out his tee shirt, finding the opening for his arms. "Stop staring, Riley. I told you that you could have this body whenever you want!" "Nah. I don't tend to pick up guys that are into themselves, Bill." "Ooooooh, now that's hitting below the belt, Riley." "No, you'd have to be turned around and have your pants down, for me to hit below your belt, Bill!" "Anyway you want me, Riley." Riley took that as an invitation to toy with Bill. Like Chief Maloney said, maybe take an interest. He had the gray, stretched out teeshirt on his arms, ready to hike it over his head. Riley reaches forwards, grabs the middle of the tee, binding Bill's arms together, yanks on it, pulling the twenty-nine year old officer inside the door, closing it. "Heeeeeeeeeey! What the fuck you doing, Riley?" "Hee heeee... I thought you wanted some 'pleasuring', Bill?" "Riley, this isn't funny!" "Isn't it now, Bill?" To Riley, it was a scream, putting Bill in a position of humilation. With the tee shirt still controlling Bill, he tossed the leather police jacket and hat from the wooden rack in his office. Pulling up on the tee shirts, binding Bill's hands together, he anchored it up and over the clothes rack, taking up the slack in Bill's body. "What tha? What are you going to do to me, Riley?" There Bill stood, arms tied with his teeshirt, to the clothes rack that resembled two moose, with their antlers butting heads. From his shoulders to his navel, he remained stark naked. "Now don't you look a pretty sight, Bill?" Riley said, fondling his crotch. "You think?" Riley's disposition changed immediately, as he saw how Riley rubbed his pubic region. "So, tell me Bill? How many guys have you had up that ass?" "Up my ass?" "Or does that story go the other way around? How many asses have you penetrated, Bill?" "Neither. I swear, Riley. I'm a virgin!" "My cow is dead, so don't give me that bull!" "Huh?" Bill sighed, wondering what that meant. Riley, having a flashback to dreamland, wondered too. He didn't waste much time dreaming, knowing the fun he could have right now. Not wasting much time, Riley comes up behind Bill, moving his hands up and under his bound captive's arms, under his pits. Using Bill's pecs as a counterbalance, Riley shoves his torso up against the barechested officer. "Oooooooooh," Bill sighs. "Hmm... you want this bad, don't you Bill?" "Noo... I..." "In fact, Bill, isn't that why you wanted me to follow you into the shower?" "No, Riley, I...." "Matter of factly," Riley again slammed his crotch up against the officer, spelling out, "you've wanted my cock up your ass, since you layed eyes on me, haven't you Bill?" "No.. I mean... Riley, I..." Melting the ice between them, Riley holds his, now rigid, 7c up against Bill's ass. Bill, once dry, now sweating profusely, feels Riley's hands slide down his mostly smooth chest, hands joining at the thin, pronouced body trail. At the beltline, one hand slides back up to play with a nip, while the other heads in the opposite direction, folding in, under the jean's snap. "Oooooooh!" Bill calls out, each of his hands grabbing onto a moose antler. "Heee hee heee... yeah... your cock tells me that you've got me right where you want me. Isn't that right, Bill?" Bill's moans clued Riley into what Bill wanted, as he fondled the stiff shaft. "However," Riley said, "being that I don't fool around, while on duty," he breaks his hold, slipping his hand out from the front of Bill's pants and backs away, "meet me at my truck," he unravels the moose-entangled shirt, "after my shift." "Your truck?" "Yeah, got something for you to help me with." "Huh?" "Yeah, then we'll go to my place, we'll pick up from where we left off, then see if you want to spend the night." "Pick up from where we left off? You mean you want to fuck me, Riley?" "Might be the case, Bill. I'm not gonna fuck you just for the thrill of taking your cherry." "Wait a minute. After all this time of me hinting you, you want to start a relationship, Riley." "Are you backing off now, Bill?" "Hell no, Riley." "Then?" "Yeah! I'll be at your truck, sure!" Riley laughed, as Bill, full of excitement, pulled the shirt down over his bod and hightailed it out of his office. Instead of returning to his chair, Riley reported to the cabinet, opening the door, to consult his inner being. Staring in the mirror, he questioned, "Well, you went and did it! Now what? You think you're gonna like this guy?" Looking down, his hand felt up his crotch. "You got yourself hard over this guy. What do you think about that? Huh? Y'think you like this guy? Felt real nice to work your hands down his body, didn't it? Yeah, maybe.." Then after the cabinet door closed, Riley replied to himself, "Just maybe!" % Nature Walk continues......... Copyright 2005 T. Chase McPhee All Rights Reserved. Permission is NOT granted to publish this story to any PAY site, nor any site other than www.nifty.org, without the author's prior consent.