Date: Thu, 11 Aug 2005 21:20:45 -0400 (EDT) From: T Chase Subject: Nature Walk 58 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" 58 wriTten by T. Chase McPhee % "Cool, that our dads let us sleep in the same bed, huh Aidan?" "Yeah. I kind of hope they can't find the screws to put the other bed together." "If they can't, they'll only wind buying some." "Yeah, you're right Philip. So, what do you want to do?" "I dunno. Want to take out pajamas off, to start?" "Yeah! Let's do it!" Hopping out of each side of the bed, Aidan and Philip strip down their pajamas, letting them fall at the bedside, then jump back under the covers. "Dark in here, isn't it, Philip?" "Sure is, Aidan. Kind of scary." "Do you want to hug me like you did Chad?" "Oh, Chad and I never did anything when he said I could sleep with him." "Did you want to do something?" "Um, maybe." "What do you mean maybe, Philip?" "Well, a couple of times I thought about touching Chad when he slept without his shirt on." "Really? Cool! Like what did you want to do?" "Once he turned over, facing me and I wanted to touch his chest." "And?" "I never did because I didn't want Chad to wake up and find me touching him, but you know what, Aidan?" "Tell me!" "My cock started twitching." "Cool, Philip. Want to touch my chest and see if it twtches again?" "If you want me to." "Sure and we can see if my cock twitches, too!" "Cool!" Throwing the covers off, the ten and eleven year olds lay there, side by side, backs to the sheets. "I can't see anything, Aidan." "You don't have to Philip. Just feel." "Okay." Lying to Aidan's left, Philip's right hand makes contact with his torso. "Am I touching your chest?" "Nope. You're way down by my bellybutton." "Oh. Well, do you feel anything Aidan?" "Yeah." "What?" "I feel your hand on my stomach." "No, dummy. I meant does your cock feel anything?" "I don't think so." "Touch me too. See what happens." "Okay. I gotta turn over to you." "I'll do the same." Both turning over, like two hot dogs on the grill, their small frames meet, chests slapping together. They let out a high pitched giggle. "Funny, huh, Philip?" "Yeah. We weren't even thinking of doing that and look what happened!" "I think I felt something, Philip!" "Me too. My cock almost stuck you in the bellybutton." "It's that hard?" "Yeah.... heeeeey... your cock is hard too!" "Yeah and know what else, Philip?" "What Aidan?" "It feels good that you're touching it and my cock wasn't that hard until you did!" "Cooool! Touch mine, while I'm holding your's." That night, the two got into some intimate touching, chest to chest, stomach to stomach, pubes to pubes and had their first long adventure in lips to lips. However, they tired quickly, falling asleep in that position, forgetting about donning their jammies. % "Well, how does it feel?" "Great Steve. As I've told you before. You've got a talented tongue." "Nooo, that's not what I'm driving at." "Oh? Then what?" "Lying here, in our own bed, in our own home, the moon shining through the skylight, illuminating our lives together?" "You put it so romantic, Steve. Forget my cock for now and come give me a kiss." Steve purposefully rubs his pubes against his lover, as he shimmies himself up towards the pillow. "I think we should plan a housewarming, Steve." "How about we start with a bedwarming?" Barry doesn't contest Steve's idea, warming up to Steve's great idea! % "So, what are we doing here, at the hospital, Riley?" "Picking up our kid." "'Our' kid?" "Yeah. Figured I needed somebody to help me take care of Chris and..." "Wait a minute. Is this what this is all about, Riley? I thought your intentions had been to get us involved in a relationship?" Stopping their walk up the hallway, Riley turns to Bill. "Can't a relationship involve having some kids around the house?" "You're moving kind of fast, aren't you Riley?" "If I had the choice, I would've dated and bedded you before even thinking up something like this, Bill, but I didn't have much time to think on this. And you... forcing yourself on me, Bill...." "Me? Forcing myself on you, Riley? Bullshit!" "Yeah, sure Bill. Don't play innocent with me. First you invite me into the shower. Then, you come in, barechested, to seduce me..." "I did no such thing, Riley!" "Yeah, sure, Bill. It takes you five minutes to put on a teeshirt?" "I had to straighten it out, to figure out where to put my hands." "Five minutes, Bill? Here, come in here..." "What tha?" Riley forcifully leads Bill into a janitor's closet. "Strip off your teeshirt, Bill." "What tha?" "Go ahead." "But..." "Just do it, Bill?" "Oh alright." Bill pulls the tucked in tee from his pants and lifts it over his head. "Give it to me." "What're you going to do with it, Riley?" "Just give it up?" With protest, Bill surrenders his teeshirt to Riley. He proceeds to turn it inside out. "Okay, there. Now, turn it right side out. I'm timing you. Go!" Slowly Bill does what Riley suggests, taking his sweet time. He smooths it down his body, after slipping it over his head. "There. Bet it took at least four minutes." "Try two and half, Bill?" They step out of the closet. Riley giggles. "What?" "You've got it on backwards, Bill. Go fix yourself!" Huffing, Bill goes back into the closet, then returns in a jiffy. "Not that looks more presentable, Bill." Slapping the back of his hand against Bill's tummy, he says, "C'mon, you've already made us late." "Me? It wasn't me who dragged 'us' into the closet!" Riley didn't say anything, but wore the big grin from ear to ear, as he led Bill along the hospital corridor, growing accustomed to teasing the hell outta his fellow colleague and loving it! "This it?" "Yeah," Riley acknowledged, putting his hand on the doorknob, attached to the door, which read, 'Dr. G. Roberts, staff psychologist'. "Now be good and don't say anything to embarrass us, Bill." While Riley stepped inside, Bill stood on the outside, hands on his torso, reflecting on the statement made. He wondered what the hell Riley meant by that. However, as Riley turned he winked at Bill, which caused him to smirk. Entering, Bill placed his hand on the knob, to close the door. "Well, I didn't expect the whole force," Gary commented, offering his hand to Riley, then Bill. "Bill didn't have anything better to do, so I dragged him along." Gary wasn't sure, but he thought that he heard Mike mention Bill Pepper, when he inquired of his opinion of whom he thought was and wasn't gay, of WRPD. Through common knowledge, he already knew of Riley's status. "Have a seat gentlemen. I thought it you and I should have a talk, Riley, before we met with Chris. Um..." Riley sensed Gary wondered about Bill accompanying him, so to dispell any rumors or hunches, he gave him so indications to work with. "He's okay, Gary. In fact, Bill will be moving in with me." "I am? Will be?" Gary smiled. To some friends of Riley, it wasn't any secret that he could assume a dominant profile, when chosen. "Yeah, we'll get your stuff later. Now, what's up, Gary?" Sure, Bill had wanted Riley for quite sometime, but hadn't expected things to move along at such a rapid pace. Being a wiseguy, this afternoon, he figured he would drop a subtle hint about wanting to get to know Riley, but never dreamed it would advance at such a rapid pulse. "You men will be taking on quite a responsibility, you know?" "Yeah, we figured so," Riley answered for the two. "Chris still has his senior year to complete, would like to go on to college and..." "Don't worry about a thing, Gary. What else do two gay cops have to spend their money on, anyway. Right, Bill?" "Um... yeah... sure, Riley." Bill wasn't sure where all this was headed. This afternoon, he thought he would toy with Riley's emotions and now the tables had turned. He wondered if this is a put on, or was Riley really interested in a relationship. "I have the papers to sign, right here. I did have someone ready to witness, but I never suspected that I'd have two guardians to sign. You each can be a witness to the other." Another wave flooded over Bill. Okay, beginning a relationship with another man was one thing, but taking on the raising of a son, a teenaged one at that, well he never thought this morning he would wake up single, with the further thoughts of going to bed tonight, with a partner and guardian to a son. At least Bill sensed he was kissing his couch potato days away! "Here, sign next to me, Bill. That is if you're still interested." Bill ripped the pen out of Riley's hand, scribbling his own 'John Hancock' on the space provided. "That about does it. Now, why don't we go meet up with your new son, shall we?" As Gary led the two cops through the hospital, Bill felt on pins and needles, as Riley kept his cool. "What do I say to him?" "For crying out loud, Bill, it's not like Chris is a little tyke. Treat him like an adult. Shake his hand. Introduce yourself." "What do I have him call me?" "You really want to know?" "Riley, I'm serious." "Don't give him a choice. Introduce yourself as Bill Pepper and let him decide." "Hmm.. Good idea, Riley." "Yeah, well I got some more of 'em, so keep your whits about yourself, Bill and see if you can catch on." The twenty-nine year old, being an only child, never had the luxury of growing up around siblings, as Riley has, with his brothers, Jason and Estefan. Riley has not only played brother to them, but also father. Bill had no idea how to father a child, let alone an almost-adult one. "Here we go. Last chance to back out, gentlemen." "Not my style," Riley replied, saying further, "unless Bill wants to." "Not my style, either," Bill mimiced Riley, wanting to set a precedent. As they met Chris, Bill did exactly what Riley suggested. Proceeding through their conference, Gary did most of the talking. Whenever Chris mentioned something, regarding the two officers, turned dads, Chris called them 'Bill' or 'Riley'. "Are both of you gay?" "That we are," Riley offered back the truthful answer. "That's cool. I'm new to this, so it's good that I have two gay men to talk with, in case I have to." "Come to either of us, when you have questions, Chris." "Cool. Thanks." "Never have to do that, either." "Do what?" "Thank us," Bill continued, adding some of his own rationale, since he would be assuming half of the responsibility from here on out. Not only did Bill feel good that Chris accepted his statement, but he felt more than proud about his answer, as the touch of Riley's hand, rubbing up and down his back, signified that he was 'doing good', at answering Chris' inquiries. Riley gave an extra vote of confidence, saying, "Yeah, Bill's right. Never feel uncomfortable coming to us about anything, Chris." By the time an hour slipped away, Dr. Gary Roberts sensed that the three had developed enough of a camaraderie, to release Chris into the hands of the two cops. "I haven't much in the house for dinner. How about we stop at Donovon's for some groceries?" "Fine with me," Chris replied, then asked, "They reopened after Mr. Donovon was killed up on the hill?" "Been open for about a week, under new ownership." "Somebody from around here, Riley, or did a big company buy them out?" "I thought Donovon didn't have any heirs?" Bill inquired. Riley, on top of it, replied, "That's right. The town auctioned it off and Bernice Bridges came out on top. The proceeds went to fund the new middle school and so, they've named the school after Donovon." " Donovon Middle School... That sounds cool," Chris sounded out the namesake, agreeing on the name. Before too long, Riley's silver-grey dodge ram 4x4 pulled up in the drive. "Nice place," Chris said, as he swallowed. Of course, it didn't measure up to the spacious home, where he used to reside. However, he didn't regret admitting what he had to, to his folks, with the, now historic, results. "It's a place to live," Riley said, taking Chris' backpack, which comprised of all his worldly possesions. "Heeey! How's it going, man?" Riley's 'other' ward, his seventeen year old brother, came from within the screendoor, welcoming Chris. "Okay." "Do you two know each other?" Bill asked Jason. Chris offered, "I've seen you at school," answering Bill's question indirectly, taking Jason's hand, in that specially designed locking, that cool guys do, resulting in the butting of the knuckles, then one slips atop the other, pounding the top of one guy's fist to the bottom of the other. "Seems that I remember you most from the newspaper, though." Yeah, it had been Jason that made the front page of the WR Gazette, two years ago, throwing a brick through the windshield of Bernice Bridge's car. Riley, reflects on the incident, "Yes, one of those little memorymakers that we're all trying to forget?" He looks at his brother. "Oh. Sorry I brought it up. Really I am, Jason." "No problem man," Jason replied, looking over to his older brother. "Guess," Chris continues, "it made you look bad, as a cop and everything, huh Riley?" "A short embarrassment, that's all, plus three hundred dollar deduction from my paycheck." "Didn't moneybags have insurance?" Bill referred to Bernice. Part of his own doing, Bill was subjected to ridicule, being taken down a few pegs, by Riley. "Don't you ever fuckin' talk that way about Bernice Bridges. 'Cause if you do, I'll fuckin' take 'you' down a peg or two!" Jason and Chris stared at each other, as Riley stood just inches from Bill's face, his face as red as a hot poker. "Um, wanna see my room, Chris?" "Yeah, sure," Chris replied, knowing Jason used this as an excuse to leave the two to their own mulling. "Sorry, really I am, Riley, but did you have to go ballistic in front of Jason and Chris? Is that how it's always going to be, Riley? Because if it is, then you can fuckin' forget about this relationship. Relationship? What the fuck am I talking about, 'relationship'." Riley stood there, hands on his torso, taking the tongue lashing from Bill, against his back. "I mean, in the hospital I sensed we started getting somewhere, but I now... oh what's the fuckin' use..." As the sound of the screendoor banged, it drew Riley's attention, like a firecracker. Turning around, he realized he shared the room with no one, but his ego. "Fuck!" He called out, now angry with himself. The screendoor sounded off once again. Riley scanned the front of the house. Looking, from where he stood, he couldn't see where Bill had disappeared to. Stepping out onto the sidewalk, to his left stood Mrs. Peale, three houses down, tending to her garden. To the right, he spotted Bill, jogging away. Taking off, he started jogging lightly, but then widened his stride. He unbuttoned the first two buttons of his shirt, as he shifted into overdrive. "Heeey, Bill? Bill, wait up!" But Bill didn't, he even increased his speed. However, Riley sped ahead, overtaking Bill. As he approached, he reached over the one inch shorter man, taking his left shoulder in his right hand. "Bill, hold on a sec, will ya?" "Fuckoff, Riley!" "Will you fuckin' give me a chance?" Actually, Bill had gone beyond his endurance, trying to keep the lead. He couldn't hold out, going much further. They both stood, panting, where the development ended, before the stretch of woods. "C'mon, take a walk a minute," Riley engaged in the beginning of his appeal for forgiveness. "Look, I'm sorry and you're right, Bill. I shouldn't have blown up in front of Chris and Jason like that." "Forget it." "No. Forgetting it isn't going to help out our relationship, Bill." "Riley, I've got a question?" "Shoot, Bill." "What is the real reason you took an interest in me? I mean, I thought you're main focus in meeting a guy, was for the younger, twenty-something crowd?" "Well, er, you're twenty-something, Bill." "And you're asking me to buy that, Riley? Give me a break." As Bill begins walking, Riley starts talking. They wander off the sidewalk, as the road becomes forested on both sides, a footpath, instead of concrete. His thumbs hug his beltline, as his fingers tuck in the front pocket of his jeans. Kicking a stone, he walks along, formulating his first thoughts. "I guess I can't bullshit you, Bill." "Hey, like I wasn't born yesterday, y'know?" "Yeah, well, the way I look at it," Riley begins on his explanation to Bill, "is that I'm not getting any younger." "We're both in the same boat, even though I'll always be a year younger than you." "Don't rub it in, Bill." "Hey, what's one year." "So, you want to know why I came after you this afternoon?" Noticing that the two of them have walked beyond the boundaries of civilisation, Bill looks about for signs of anyone in sight contact of them. With the impression that they are by their lonesome selves, he weaves his arm between Riley's torso and arm, coupling both off. Startled, momentarily, Riley's head takes a look around, as if on the beat and watching out for himself. "Don't worry, we've wandered far enough away from civilization, Riley." "Eh, ask me if I care." "You mean, you want to 'come out'?" "I don't know. I'm not sure it would make a difference. Sometimes I tire of hiding my gay sexuality, Bill. What do you think?" "I'm not sure. I mean, I know that most of the guys at the station know that I'm gay. I think some know that you are, though they didn't hear it from me. I keep thoughts like that to myself." "How do you suspect they know?" "Hey, I'm a guy that likes guys. A few of our fellow officers have caught me staring at them in the lockerroom of shower. Pete Grimes, for instance." "Pete caught you looking at him and you're still alive?" Bill laughed out loud, then responded, "He gave me a verbal warning." "Like how did that go?" "Something like, 'get your faggot eyes off of me, or I'm going to use your body for a punching bag'?" "He threatened you like that?" "Riley, how well do you know Pete?" "Not too well." "Pete makes a point, getting the point across, but he ended his comment with a wry smile." "Oh. Okay. You concerned me for a minute." "I figured so, Riley, with the problem with the gay bashings that have been going on. I can't believe that Chris Seaford's folks have legally disowned him." "He's not alone. Happens all the time, all over the world. Most times it results in boys running away from home, where they fall prey to drugs, prostitute and other lives of disillusionment." "Y'know what?" "What, Bill?" "I don't really care why you decided to take an interest in me. Maybe it's about time I decided to settle down." "Yeah, like you haven't tried before?" "Hey, I pestered you to take a shower with me for how long, and you finally gave in?" "I didn't shower with you today." "Know what?" "What, Bill?" "It's not the first time I've walked to your door, to see how long it takes for me to put my teeshirt on." "Aha! So you did intend on seducing me!" "Get real. I didn't have to walk into your office barechested, to seduce you Riley." "You know, it doesn't really matter, all this talk about seducing each other. What matters is that we've come together and now we have an even more important reason to be together." "Chris, you mean?" "Yeah and whether you realize it or not, when you move in, you'll be looked up to, as a father figure, from Jason, as well." "Oh man! A double whammy of fatherhood! I don't know if I can take it, Riley." "Will this help?" Not even turning a head, or batting an eye, the six foot, one inch tall cop turns his attention to his fellow officer, one inch shorter, removed his hands from his pockets, and turns, clenching his waistline. He places his lips against Bills and kisses him lightly. "I think I'm beginning to get the hint." Riley passionately seizes the moment, reaffirming his position, kissing Bill. They quickly break, when headlights appear from a short distance behind them. The car horn honks, as it passes them. "Rich Mellencamp's mercedes," Riley mentions. "Do you think he saw us?" "Wouldn't matter if he did. He cheats on his wife anyway." "Does he know you know?" "Of course he does. Who do you think busted his cherry?" "You... you've fucked a guy's ass before?" "Hey, you don't think I was going to wait until I was an old man, to play around, do you?" "Damn!" "What?" "Nothing, Riley." "You thought I was a virgin, like you?" "I rightly don't know, Riley. How many guys have you fucked, anyway?" "I don't know. I fucked my first guy when I was seventeen, Bill. I haven't like counted or anything." "Seventeen? That's like thirteen years ago, Riley. That'sa lotta ass! Just think, Riley. At one ass a year, that would be thirteen guys you've fucked!" ""And believe me, it's been more than that. Way more. Hell, in college I fucked at least ten guys a week and forget the police academy." Even with the almost completely set sun below the horizon, Riley could sense the expression of shock on Bill's face. "So you might've fucked a hundred guys, Riley?" "Oh, I'm sure at least that many. Hell, for awhile there, I had to do something to put food on the table, for Jason, Estefan and me." "You sold your body to sex?" "Not on a regular basis. Mostly married guys, like Pete. Why, Bill? Make you change your mind?" "No. Not at all. In fact, I'm really shocked out of my gourd." "Why's that? You should be." "No, I mean a man does sex for a lot of different reasons. I... I guess it more or less makes me proud." "Proud? How does that go, Bill?" "Look what you did for Estefan and Jason." "Yeah, well I'm not looking for any gold medals over it. A man does what he has to do." "When did this take place, Riley?" "I suppose if you intend on sticking with me, Bill..." "Oh, you can bet on that, Riley." "Then you should know all about me." "I've got a few skeleton's in my closet, as well, but it'll take more than a night to expose it all." "It's getting kind of dark. I think we should head back." "Before we do, Riley?" "What, Bill?" "I.. I wanted to say to you, that it doesn't matter what you tell me, Riley. I... wanted to tell you that for the longest time I've wanted you and I feel real lucky that today is the day you've discovered me. I'm not much at words, so I hope you know what I'm driving at." "I kind of get the idea. Thanks for sharing that with me." % "What a day it's been, Steve!" "I'll vouch for that, Barry." "Ooooh," Barry groans, more of painful experience, then pleasure. "What'samatter? The back?" "A little pain." "Why don't you strip and get comfortable? I'll nuke the oil." "Mmmmmmm... another one of your famous rubdowns, Steve?" "Only for my honeybear!" "Hmm... are you sure you're not after my honey, Steve?" "Caught me again, Beary!" Steve makes his exit, a jar of scented oil in his hand. Barry, in the mean time, begins to strip his shirt. % "Hi dad-Steve!" "Eric, what are you doing up?" "I couldn't sleep. Does warm milk really help to put you to sleep?" "Depends on the person. They say that coffee will keep a person awake, but some people will fall asleep after drinking it." "They teach us in school that everybody is different. I guess that's part of how they can be!" Steve pours the jar of oil in a microwaveable container, hits the button for 1:00 and then sits down at the kitchen table with his son, Eric. "Um, where's your hot milk?" "I didn't want to mess around on the stove, so I'm having cold milk," the fourteen year old replied to his Dad. "But that's okay. I'm think the room temperature is keeping it warmer than if it was in the fridge." "I suppose the Oreo cookies taste better with a cooler milk temperature, as well, son?" "How can a person drink milk plain, dad?" "You've got a point there. It's like eating Oreo's without milk?" "Sit dad, I'll get you a glass." Steve, almost made it out of his chair, but Eric had experienced quicker thinking. "Dad, can we have a man to man chat?" "Sure. Anytime. What's on your mind, son?" "Dad, I think I have a problem," Eric replies, a bit solemn. "Oh?" "Yeah. You know that Mark and I have kind of been real friendly with each other?" "Well, yes. We've discussed that." "We have? When dad?" "No, son. I mean dad-Barry and I." "Oh. You have? What does he think about it?" "Neither of us have really said much about it. I mean, we know that you're both gay and not real bloodbrothers, so there's nothing very wrong in your relationship." "Dad, I think I might not be in love with Eric." "Oh? I wasn't entirely sure that you two had feelings, that advanced, for each other." "I don't know dad. I think I love Mark, but more as a friend." "Hmm.. I have a feeling there's another reason why you're telling me all this, Eric." "You can tell stuff like that, dad?" "As a parent, I can sense things like that, yes. It comes with the territory. So?" "Dad, another guy and I are kind of interested." "Interested? To what degree?" "Degree? Like what?" "In other words, how do you feel about each other?" "Nothing serious, dad. We would like to go to the movies together, hang at the mall." "I think you know my position on hanging at the mall, Eric." "I know dad. I didn't mean it as a regular basis thing. Maybe once." "Alright. What else?" "Nothing much else with him." "Um, anybody I know?" "His name is Tony. Tony Dias. He's on the track team with Chad." "So, Chad knows Tony?" "Not a whole lot. Tony told me today that he talked with Chad for the first time. Tony said that it was real easy talking with Chad and that it felt like he talked with an older brother." "I think Chad can have that effect on younger guys." "Yeah, he's cool, like Sean." "So, what is your real worry here, Eric?" Steve heard the microwave beep. Not that he wanted to deprive his own son of the private conversation, but he wanted to make sure that his subject did not fall asleep, waiting for him. "My worry? Oh yeah, now I remember. Mark is, dad. How do I tell him that I have another interest?" "Talk with him." "Like how? How do I begin to tell him that I'm dumping him for another guy?" "First of all, son, do you think that your relationship with Mark has evolved into something like... like that of Chad and Matty, for instance?" "Oh no. Nothing like that, dad." "Then I would say, to get with him and tell him the truth. Honesty 'is' the best policy." "Isn't that old-fashioned, dad?" "Absolutely not. I mean, there's a way of telling a person right out and hurting their feelings, but there's ways of letting a person down gently, too. Overall, I don't think that you and Mark are overly involved, where it's going to break hearts." "You don't think so, dad?" "Nah, but I don't know what is actually going on amongst you two, so you have to judge for yourself, Eric." "Wow, I didn't know that falling in and out love took so much work!" Steve smiled at his son. "Dad, you can leave now. I have a lot of thinking to do by myself." After giggling, Steve grabbed the potholder and retrieved the hot oil from the microwave. Before bidding Eric goodnight, he also stole two Oreo's off of his plate. % 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.