Date: Wed, 16 Mar 2005 19:30:39 -0800 (PST) From: T Chase McPhee Subject: Nature Walk 09 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. "Nature Walk" 09 wriTten by T. Chase McPhee % "My heart goes out to the boys, Stevie. Leave that thought with me and I'll get back to you," Aunt Bernice tells her dear neighbor, who resembles more family than mere acquaintance. "I'd appreciate it, Bernice." "No appreciation needed, Stevie. You know your family is like family to me." "I know. Thanks just the same." "By the way, Stevie. Got all this food leftover from the church last night. Why don't you and Barry come over for some sandwiches tonight?" "I'll ask." "Get gack to me. I wanna know whether I have to take everything out back and slop the hogs, or not." Steve giggles. "Hmm, instead of sloppin' us hogs?" "Bye Stevie." "What'd she say Steve?" "Bernice says she'll think on it and we're invited for dinner tonight." "Don't you ever eat home, Steve?" "Sometimes. Tell you the truth, most Saturday nights we've dined with Bernice." "She's a tough person to turn down." "That she is Barry. Tell you one thing though, the kids immortalize her." "Hmm... like Venus in bluejeans?" "Hee heee... yeah. Um, Barry, I got to thinking about what the boys brought up this afternoon." "Oh? And what would that be, Steve?" The two sat at the kitchen table, ready to embark on some ideas. "Y'know. I thought about what you said about making a change." "Change, Steve?" "Yeah. About you saying how you decided about coming out west here and starting a new life." "Yes, and?" "Barry, damn it!" "What Steve?" Barry sees the intensity of Steve's wanting to get something out on the table and the reluctance. He moves over to where Steve is sitting and standing behind, begins to rub his shoulders. "Just my point, Barry." "What point, Steve?" "Barry, stop a minute and sit down here." Steve watches his new friend step over to the chair next to him and park it. "Barry, I don't have to be a headshrinker to tell you that this place harbors some sad and angry thoughts for me." "This about Seb?" "Yeah. I know it's been awhile, but the feelings are still there." "Steve, I'm getting some strange vibes here." Steve pulls his chair from the kitchen table, positioning it at more affordable location, facing Barry. "Barry, I... I don't feel like I'm going to get another chance and hell, for that matter don't want another one. I know this sounds really crazy, but... I... I want you to live with me." "Steve, get a grip!" "Oh fuckin' shit! I knew I'd go and make a stupid fuck of myself!" Steve tears out of his chair, knocking it over and reports to the sink. He stares out the window. "Damn it, I'm sorry Barry." Barry sits there for a moment, then gets up. He rights the chair, balancing it back upwards, tucking it under the table. "Steve," he tried to comfort him, placing both hands on his shoulders, "look, I'm not adverse to anything you're saying right now. It's just too sudden for me. What you say may work out in time, but to jump to conclusions..." "Conclusions, Barry? I love you man. That's the only conclusion I have. Maybe you don't feel the same." Barry moves his hands down Steve's shirt, and in between his arms and body. Swarming around, he rubs both Steve's chest and stomach, as his own front leans against his back. Steve stands up from the slouching position, hands clasping Barry's, as they fold around him. "I... I'm sorry for flying off the handle like that Barry. I guess what I'm saying couldn't be anything but a shock to you. I'm sorry for getting you upset." "Steve, Steve, Steve... I'm not upset. In fact, if I didn't have Tom and Mark to worry about, this might all seem like a good way of working things out, but I can't take the chance of jeopardizing their feelings. It's been a tough haul for all of us." "You're right Barry. I don't know where a self-centered attitude like mine came from." "Self-centered, Steve? I thought perhaps you were thinking mutually." "Damn, Barry," Steve continues, turning around, breaking Barry's bonds, "I only acted out of mutual respect." "I know you did, Steve, but maybe I know I'm not thinking of just myself when it comes to my boys." "You aren't Barry. I should have seen that from the beginning." The two put their chests together, giving each other a solid hug. "Dad! We need your help!" They quickly recover their hugging and turn to face the direction Steve is looking in. "Oh Philip! How did you do that?" "Don't be mad at me, dad." "I'm not Philip. Come on, let's get you cleaned up." Steve asks Aidan, "How did this happen, son?" "We were just having some races up and down the street and Philip tripped. Is he going to be alright?" Both boys were crying, Philip in pain, with the knee of his pants torn open and the cap all bloody. Aidan crying in fear that Philip might kick the bucket! "Is Philip going to be alright, dad?" "Philip's going to be fine, Aidan." "C'mon son," Barry coerced his son, "let's take the sneakers off and then we'll slip the pants...... off...." Going through the motions as he talked, Barry helped his son remove his sneakers. "Here, Barry, might be better if you cut up the leg of the pants." "But, you're going to ruin Philip's pants, dad!" "Calm down Aidan, honey. His pants are ruined anyway. We can buy Philip another pair." "Okay dad. If you say so." "Aidan, go in the hall closet and fetch a white towel." "You got it, dad!" "Dad, I'm sorry." "It wasn't your fault, Philip. Anybody could have fallen and hit their knee on the road." "Barry, get some ice, please," Steve directed. "You're going to be just fine, Philip, but I think we should take you in to visit the doctor, as soon as we get this cleaned up a little." "Why?" "Um, just to make sure there isn't any little pieces of dirt lodged in your knee." "Loshed?" "Stuck in there. If this heals up over it, chances are it could get infected. You don't want that." "Dad? I mean Uncle Steve?" "Yes, Philip?" "Thanks for doctoring it up for me." "You're welcome, son." "Am I your son, too?" Aidan calls out. "Um, well, you're just like a son, to me," Barry trys to help compensate for Philip's feelings and Steve's rebuttal of the fact. "Here's the towel, dad." "Great. Now this will hurt a little, Philip. You need to be brave." Aidan took hold of one of Philip's hands, with his two. "Here's the ice," Barry offered, after placing it in a giant ziploc bag. "I'm going lay the ice on your knee to bring down the swelling and then wrap this towel around it, to keep it clean, until we get you to the doc's office. Aidan, run over to your Aunt Bernice's and ask if Matty can come watch the boys." "Okay dad, but don't leave until I come back." "We won't." "Yeah, don't leave until Aidan comes back," Philip instructs, "or he's going to be pissed." "Pissed, son?" "Yeah, dad. Don't you know what pissed means?" "I thought I did," Barry plays along with his son, glancing at Steve and smirking. "It's not only going to the jon, it means getting mad, too," Philip replies in between the hurts. "Oh really?" Barry replies, glancing at Steve, who's smiling. "And where did you learn all this?" "Aidan told me. He's really smart you know?" "I never knew until just now. Sounds like Aidan has filled you in quite a bit, son." "He has. Today Aidan and I had our first kiss." "You diiiid?" Steve picks up on the conversation. "Yup. And you know what?" "What?" both Steve and Barry asked at the same time. "It felt real nice, even though it tasted like peanut butter and jelly. Aidan and I wanted to ask you, but I'll wait til he gets back." "Oh my goodness! What in tarnation happened to you Philip? Looks like a bear went and took a chunk out of you!" Aunt Bernice rushed in the door and threw her arms around Philip's shoulders, giving him a peck on the forehead. "It's nothing much Aunt Bernice. Aidan and I were racing out in the street and I tripped." "Steve, Matty's bringing the SUV around and I'll watch the boys." "Oh, Bernice, Matty didn't have to do that." "Wasn't my idea." "Squirt, you alright?" "Hi Chad. Uncle Steve says I'm going to live." "Whew! Now that's a heap of a load off my mind, Squirt. Come on, I'll carry you. Matty's got the van out front." "You mean the White Elephant?" "One in the same." "Oh boy!" Steve turns to Barry, "I think the pain's subsiding!" Bernice says, chipper, "And don't you worry about the boys, I'll take care of stuffing their faces!" Barry giggles. He knows Tom'll love that! % "Oh yeah... fuck me, Ken... fuck me!" "Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!" Ken pounds Sean's ass, leaning forward, just about doubling him in half, as he shoves his eight inch rod deep into Sean's chute. In minutes, he lets out a cry and pumps his seed deep into the jock's ass. Then separating his legs, falls on his chest. "Oh man that was just too hot, Sean." "You're telling me." Ken then rolls over onto his back, his head falling into the second pillow. Then 'the master' dictated a specific order to his 'boy'. "Get over here and lay with me." "Um, would you mind, Ken, if I jerked off?" "Oh," Looking across the pillow, Ken replies, "I thought I motivated your prostrate enough to do that, Sean." "I sure did feel it and it felt hot, but 'not'!" Ken saw the cute way in which Sean presented the act of masturbation and wanted more sexual contact. "Straddle me, Sean. I want you to pump your load out on me." "Me? Shoot my load on you, Ken?" "Yeah. I want to see you do it. C'mon." Thinking of it as something totally not typical of a master, having the boy's load shoot on the master's chest and stomach, Sean interrogated Ken on the practice. "You want me to shoot my load on you?" "Yeah and I'm even going to give you the chance of targeting my mouth." "Your mouth, Ken? Are you getting soft on me or something?" As soon as Sean straddled Ken's hips, he felt something poke him in the ass. "Shit! You're hard again, Ken?" "Told you I liked your ass, Sean." "Is that all you like, Ken?" Ken addressed Sean's question, staring at him, then using his pecs as handles, took hold of his nips and pulled him in for a lip-landing. "You're real special to me, Sean." "And not just a boy toy, Ken?" "Whether you're starting to see it or not, Sean, I..." "Ken, I thought you liked being with me because you liked playing with my body." "Sean, I like playing, but I like you too." Sean sat upright over Ken's pubes, his hard cock lying on his balls, which sat on the Asian's wiry, black mattress of pubic hair. "You like me, like how, Ken?" "I didn't think you were this stupid, Sean." "Like, you're saying that you might 'love' me, Ken?" "Yeah, dah!" "Hmm... I don't know about this, Ken." Sean slides his leg down to the floor and like unsaddling from a horse, leans on one foot, throwing his other over, til it's stationery, joining the other one, then walks from the bed. "Sean, can't you come over to my place sometimes and 'not' have us play s&m games?" "But I thought you wanted me to do that, Ken?" "I do. I mean I did, but Sean, I like you too. Can't you accept that?" "I don't know Ken. I've mostly been with a guy that liked to play with my balls or... you know." "I know, Sean." Ken figures the only way he's going to make a difference in Sean's life, is to nip it in the bud. He walks up behind him, throwing his arms around him. "What's this, Ken?" "Sean, I'll play with you, too, but I want to be more than a 'master' at this game." "You mean you want to like, us to be together as a couple?" "I'd like to try, Sean." "But what about my needs?" "Sean, you and I are made for each other and at times we can play around, but get serious for a moment, will you?" "Okay. I'm listening." "C'mon back to bed." "Okay, but I don't know about..." "Just lay down and listen, Sean." So, Ken leads his counterpart back to the bed. They recline on their backs and then Ken turns to Sean. "Sean, you need a guy to take care of you." "I can take care of myself." "No, what I'm saying is that I know you're into s&m. I am too. But you can't do that forever and I doubt I would be able to do it either. Besides, there's more to life than getting your balls beat up." That relative remark gave Sean something to chuckle about. "I know I'm not going to want to be doing this when I'm fifty, Ken." "So what are you going to do, Sean? Wait around til you hit forty-nine?" "So I know where you're coming from, Ken. Up until now, I've never thought about meeting with a guy except to be submissive to him." "I know." "Of course. Why wouldn't you know, Ken? I don't know what I want." "Look, Sean. I have to admit that the idea of finding a mate to do bdsm with seemed ideal, but what I didn't count on is finding myself liking you without the bdsm attached." "Do you like 'love' me, Ken?" "Well, that's what I'm trying to say, Sean." "What happens if I don't feel the same, Ken?" "I can wait." "Wait?" "Yeah. I can wait til you do fall in love with me or I can maybe brainwash you into thinking it!" With a smile, Sean says, "I don't know Ken. Other than my brothers and my dad, there's really nobody I could trust to feel that comfortable with." "Hey, we've only known each other for what? Not even a year, Sean? I think we've got something going and I'd like to take it farther. What do you think?" "Maybe." "Can't you think about giving us a try?" "I guess." "Do you want to try, Sean? Don't I interest you a little bit?" "You're good looking, Ken." "Well, I guess that's a start." Ken went into this with some humor in his approach. He saw that Sean might be having a problem with this bdsm stuff. He cared about Sean enough, not to get involved to the point of getting seriously hurt. He even felt at times that their play might be too intense and wanted to draw back on it some. However, Ken also conceded that if he quit playing out some of these fantasies with Sean, that he'd go seek his entertainment elsewhere. That could prove unhealthy, falling in with the wrong crowd. His cousin warned him about that happening. Some guys have been seriously hurt, giving in to a top, then finding out too late that they meant some serious torture, inflicting upon a guy. Ken cared more about Sean's welfare than to turn him out onto a guy of that character. "So, what do you want to do, Ken?" "I want you to promise me that you wouldn't play with any other guys, except for me. You do like playing with me, Sean, don't you?" "Youv'e been the best so far, Ken." That made Ken smile and gave him the incentive to close in on Sean's body for a romantic interlude. % "Matty, take it easy. You just made Philip's leg hurt!" Aidan complained. Matty smiled, looking across the seat for a glance at Steve. "Don't worry Squirt, the doc will probably have you patched up in no time." "Did I lose a lot of blood, Chad?" "I dunno." Barry plugged in with, "You lost some, Philip, but I don't think it drained you too much." "Don't worry Philip," Aidan calmed him, "I'm gonna take care of you until we can race again." Aidan worried about his pal, checking up on him every fifty seconds, as Matty drove with speed, but caution to the medical center. "Here we are." "Oh good. Dad, get Philip a stretcher!" "I don't think he needs that, son," Steve replied to Aidan's urgency. "That's okay Aidan, my big brother'll carry me in." Aidan was comical. "At least we all got here in one piece!" Matty replied, "Hey, if you have any complaints for the driver, Aidan, direct them to the road maintenance department!" But Aidan's concern waned, as Chad used his muscle power to pick Philip up and take him into the medical center. No one was there except a young couple, obviously waiting. Aidan storms up to the counter and says, "Hey lady, my friend's bleeding and needs a doctor right away!" Steve looks at the nurse on duty, smiling and shaking his head. Fortunately she recognizes Steve from the high school. "I see. What's wrong with him, young man? Get run over by a herd of elephants?" "Lady, I'm trying to be serious here. Philip's got a really bad skinned knee." "Oh that does sound like an emergency. Bring him in then. I'll alert the hospital staff." Aidan feels pleased at the force of efforts he's waged, on Philip's behalf, for action in springing the staff into a stage of alert! "Hey, can't I go in?" "Sorry, but you have a be a certain age young man," the nurse replied, "but I would like to thank you for bringing your friend's grave attention to us." "No problem!" Aidan says. "C'mon Aidan. You wait here with Matty and I," Chad replied, concerned. So, the three take a seat in the waiting chambers of the West Richland Medical Center. Matty and Chad can see the edge Aidan has, as his fidgety self sits there. "I sure hope Philip's going to be alright." "Who Squirt?" "No, you're brother Sam!" Aidan says sarcastically. "News travels fast," Matty says, looking to Chad. "Well, you know this isn't the first time Philip has got himself hurt, Aidan?" "Yeah? What else happened to Philip, Chad?" "One time he almost fell off the roof. Dad was up there trying to fix it and Philip tried climbing up the ladder. He was on the roof and surprised dad, who got mad at him. Squirt slips, slides right down the roof on his belly and by the time I hightail it from the patio, he's hanging there by his hands." "What a dope!" The couple, along with Matty chuckle at Aidan's switch from concern to criticism. "What did you do, Chad?" "Well, forget dad. He was ready to piss in his pants. But not me. No, I remained cool, calm and collective, stood right under him and told Squirt to let go." "So Philip fell into your arms?" "Hee hee.. not exactly, but knocked the wind out of my abs when he landed on my gut." "Did he bounce off?" "Hey, I've got the same taut abs here, Aidan. See?" Chad had picked up his sweatshirt, well Matty's, and displayed the stripe down his six pack. "Chad, do you think Philip's going to have a stripe down his stomach like you have?" Matty smiled, as he heard the couple chuckling once again at Aidan's cutesy manner of wonderment. "What does that have to do with Philip feeling better?" "Um, nothing." "Well, anyway, Squirt came out without a scratch on him." "That's good. I wonder what they're doing with him now?" Matty and Chad, whom sat on either side of Aidan, put their arms around him, telling him they were sure Philip would live! % "This sandwich is good, Aunt Bernice." "You can thank the church for that, Tom." "Do you think we can go sometime?" Mark asks. "Sure, if your dad would like to." "We used to go every Sunday when mom.... well you know." "All of you kids?" "Yup. We used to go to Sunday school while our parents were in church," Mark replied. "Aunt Bernice?" "Yes, Eric?" "How come our dad doesn't take us to this Sunday School?" "I don't rightly know. I think you'll have to ask your dad that, Eric honey." Bernice mentions something about filling the koolaid pitcher, but excuses herself to load it up, telling Alberto to sit. Alberto whom has been sitting with the boys, starts to think up some mischief, while she's vacated the table. "Well, you know I think part of the reason people are scared to go to church is because of the ghosts." "Ghosts?" Tom and Eric, the fifteen year olds question Alberto. Alberto smiled. "Who Alberto?" "The ghost who couldn't spell. Pity that he didn't pay attention to his geography and spelling lessons." "Tell us, Alberto!" Eric, Tom Stev, Denis and Mark pleaded. "Very well, if you all insist," he played the boys' imaginations up. "Well, after a long illness, a woman died and arrived at the Gates of Heaven. While she was waiting for Saint Peter to greet her, she peeked through the Gates. She saw a beautiful banquet table. Sitting all around were her parents and all the other people she had loved and who had died before her. They saw her and began calling greetings to her - "Hello" "How are you! We've been waiting for you!" "Good to see you". When Saint Peter came by, the woman said to him "This is such a Wonderful place! How do I get in?" "You have to spell a word", Saint Peter told her. "Which word?" the woman asked. "Love." The woman correctly spelled "Love" and Saint Peter welcomed her into Heaven. About six months later, Saint Peter came to the woman and asked her to watch the Gates of Heaven for him that day. While the woman was guarding the Gates of Heaven, her husband arrived. "I'm surprised to see you", the woman said. "How have you been?" "Oh, I've been doing pretty well since you died," her husband told her. "I married the beautiful young nurse who took care of you while you were ill. And then I won the lottery. I sold the little house you and I lived in and bought a big mansion. And my wife and I traveled all around the world. We were on vacation and I went water skiing today. I fell, the ski hit my head, and here I am. How do I get in?" "You have to spell a word", the woman told him. "Which word?" her husband asked. "Czechoslovakia." Alberto remained silent, for the boy's reaction, but it's from behind he heard the cackling slowly raise the noise levels in the room. Coming from behind, with the pitcher of red liquid in hand Bernice smacked Alberto on the back. "Haa ha ha ha haaa...ooooh, that was a good one, Alberto!" The kids cracked up with laughter when Bernice slapped Alberto on the back, making the front of his shirt dip into the bowl of vegetable soup. He looked down at his shirt, wiping it with a napkin. The kids got a further treat at watching Alberto and Aunt Bernice bicker back and forth about the spilled soup. % "I'm not so sure about all of this Ken." "I know you're not, Sean. I can sense it, but we can make this work." "We'll have to see about this, Ken." Sean and Ken began pulling their leisure attire together, as they talked. "Sean, answer me truthfully. Do you want to chance getting into something you can't get out of?" "Like?" "Youv'e been lucky up until now. Suppose you met up with a guy that took you to his basement and tortured you beyond your boundaries." "I don't think that would happen." "You don't know that Sean. I mean there's plenty of evil dudes out there that wouldn't think twice about holding a hot stud like you captive and... well I don't even want to think about it happening to you, Sean." "Hmm... Seems to me that you do really care about me, Ken." "Man, Sean either you're stupid or just plain dumb!" "Okay, so what do you want me to do?" "I told you already Sean. I want you and I to be a couple, but you have to want it too. Do you?" "Sure." "I guess that's a start. And Sean?" "Yeah?" "Anything you want to do along the lines of bdsm, you ask me." "Okay." "Good. I'm walking you home." The two, fully dressed in gym sweats, each don a padded vest and then leave the warmth of Ken's home. % "Hey nurse, how's my pal doing?" Matty pulls on his arm, "Aidan, don't bother the lady." "He's no bother. In fact maybe I can take you in for a visit young man." "You can do that lady?" Aidan asks, rather calm now. "I don't think the doctor will mind. Now, what's your name?" Chad and Matty see the nurse trying to strike up a friendship with the worried pal, as their voices fade behind the door. "Looks like Aidan and Philip are getting it on pretty well, Matty." "Yeah, about as much as you and I, huh?" "Look, Matty. I'm sorry I got out of line with you and Sean." "Eh, forget about it, Chad. Maybe I wasn't too good about winning Sean over when it came to you and I." "Hey, want to get a drink?" "Yeah. I think there's some vending machines around the corner." "I just want to tell you Matty, that I think it's kind of cool we met." "On such short notice too. So, you think I'm a dish, huh Chad?" "Yeah and oh, before we go any further, Matty, I've got something really important to tell you." "Oh?" Matty gets his eagerness up, wondering what Chad is about to lay on him. "Yeah, Matty, someone tore the wall down and your Pink Floyd is hanging out." "HuH?" "I'm talkin' about Shaft. Can ya dig it? Ahem!" Chad clears his throat, looking down at Matty's crotch. "Oh shit!" Matty slaps the can of soda into Chad's hand and waits til the two chatting nurses pass before pulling up his fly! "Damn, I knew I should've thrown on a pair of briefs." "Calm down Matty. I think it popped out when you bent down for the can out of the machine. Nobody but me saw it." "Whew! That was a close one, Chad. I owe ya one." "One for the warning and one for stepping in front of you to hide the fact of the matter?" "Whatever." "Hey, it's not like you should be ashamed of what you're hiding, Matty." "Well, I never heard you complain, Chad. But I'd much rather keep it visible to only the one that matters." "Here's your soda." "Hey! It's empty!" "Hee heee.. yeah..." Chad searched his pocket for change. Matty went for another soda drop. "Pink Floyd!" "You're not funny, Chad!" % "Doesn't look like anybody's home, Sean." "Yeah, they're probably over at Aunt Bernice's." "I didn't know you were related to her." "We're not. She's Matty's mom and just a nice lady. Say, want to meet her, Ken?" "Sure." "She's always got something around the house to munch on." "Sounds cool, Sean." "Cool. C'mon. We can cut through the Chatsworth place." So, the two make their way through the backyard, around the side of the stable, to the side of the briar patch and then through the brick arch and up to Bernice's back door. "Hi Aunt Bernice." "Sean honey, you're just in time." "Is it alright if Ken comes in?" "Why sure it is Sean honey. A friend of your's is a friend of mine." "Hi Sean!" "Hey Eric and all you other peewee's. This is Ken." Tom, with no class asks, "Are you Chinese, Japanese or Korean, Ken?" "Um, American?" Mark shouts, "Ten points, Ken!" mocking his brother. Sean volunteers, "He's Japanese." "And what am I? Chopped liver?" The boys laugh and Bernice cackles at Alberto's dry humor. "Oh, sorry about that, Alberto. This here is Ken'ichi." "Oh yes, the Richard's boy. Here, come sit Ken'ichi. The missus and I were just finishing up anyway." "Yes, you boys all sit together and have a nice time." "We're done," Denis fesses up. "Yeah," Mark concludes as well, "Let's go watch some videos!" So, there the two are, left alone at the table, as the five boys scamper off up the stairs. "Here you go, boys." "You know you and Aunt Bernice don't have to run off because of us, Alberto." "I know, but Bernice and I need to do some meal planning." Ken rises and offers his hand, "It's a pleasure to meet you Alberto." "Likewise. Sean, anything you need, help yourself." "Thanks Alberto." "Mmmm, look at this pile of sandwiches." "What are you waiting for, Ken? Pig out!" % "Hi Philip." "Oooh, hi Aidan." Steve warns, "He's a little woozie, son. The doctor had to give him something while he stitched up that knee." "Does it hurt bad, Philip?" "Not much now. Aidan, the doctor told me a funny joke. Want to hear it?" "Sure." "A man walks into a doctor's office with a cucumber up his nose, a carrot in his left ear and a banana in his right ear. He asks the doctor, "What's the matter with me?" The doctor says, "you're not eating right!"" Aidan giggled at the joke. "Here, Aidan, take my chair so you can be comfortable near Philip," Barry offers. "Aidan?" His father questions, lacking a response. "Oh yeah. Thanks Uncle Barry." "You're welcome. Um, like a coffee Steve?" "Sure." "Dad?" "Yes, Aidan?" "You can leave us. We're old enough." "Okay, son, but if you need anything of an emergencie's sake, just press that little button." "Okay dad." Barry and Steve make their exit, leaving the two boys alone to chat. "Want to hear a joke I heard the male nurse guy tell the doctor, Aidan?" "Sure? Is it sexy?" "Uh-huh." "What're you waiting for, then!" "He started out by saying three guys were walking in the woods. They got lost. It started to rain and they found an old cabin. Inside they had only one bed, so the three guys shared the bed. In the morning when they woke up, one of the guys said that he dreamed somebody was pulling his cock!" "Wow!" "Yeah and the second said the same, but the guy in the middle said he didn't know because he was skiing." "I don't get it, Philip." "Me neither, but the two started laughing." "Sounds kind of dumb to me." "Maybe there's something we don't know that's supposed to be funny." "Probably. So what else is happening around here?" "Not much other then the doctor fixing my knee." "I hope it's going to be okay." "It will be, but I wouldn't be able to go swimming tomorrow." "Swimming, Philip?" "Yeah, our dads told me that we're going to this Kadeajade place tomorrow and all us guys are invited." "Kadeajade? What's that?" "I dunno. It's a place where they have a swimming pool inside." "I don't know of anyplace like that around here." "I guess we'll find out tomorrow." "Yeah. Aidan, do you think we can still sleep together tonight?" "Gee, maybe not Philip. I don't want to roll over on your leg and make it open up." "Yeah, then the bed'll get all bloody." "Hey, how's it going Squirt?" "Hey Chad." Aidan seemed to get the best part of the deal, as Chad leaned in to give Philip a hug. His arm rubbed on the big brother's thigh. He either thought or imagined that the top of his hand touched one of Chad's balls. Could've been his cock for all that matters. Some part of his pubes made contact. He wondered if Chad felt the same, but didn't say so. He'd wait for Chad to say something. Chad didn't. "Thanks for bringing me to the hospital, Matty?" "No problem, Squirt. I'm glad you're okay. Knee hurt?" "Only a little." "Um, I don't know if you guys will get this, but I have a funny gay joke for you." "You can try it Matty," Philip allows. Aidan warns, "I hope it's better than the joke Philip heard the nurse tell the doctor." "Nurse? Doctor?" "Yeah, the guy nurse thought Philip weren't listening," Aidan replies. "That's okay," Philip cues them in, "we didn't get what it meant anyways!" "Hmm, then maybe I should skip this one." "You can tell us, Matty." "Okay, so here it goes, A 47-year-old man decided to have a face lift for his birthday. He really likes it. He was heading toward McDonalds when he stopped and asked a man, "excuse me for asking, but, what age do I look like?" Philip and Aidan giggle at Matty's play-acting skills. The man says, "To me, you look 35." The guy says, "Really? I'm actually 47!" and walks to on. Once he gets to McDonalds, he asks the orderer the same question. The orderer says, "To me, you look 29." The guy says, "Really? I'm actually 47!" and then leaves. At the bus stop, he meets two college jocks and asks the same question. One says, "I'm 20" and the other, "19." I bet we can tell your age by having our hand down your pants for 10 minutes." The guy sees no one around and says what the hell and lets both dip their hands into his crotch... ...after ten minutes, both of them have felt up his crotch and after conferring, come out with, "You're 47." The guy is surprised and says, "WOW! How did you know?" They say in unison, "We were standing behind you at the McDonalds." Chad howls at the joke, as Matty accompanies the laughter. The two youngters sit there straight faced. Philip asks, "If they were standing in line behind the man at the Mickey-D's then how come they didn't tell him, Matty?" Aidan adds, "Yeah, that way they wouldn't have to stick their hands down the guy's pants." "Stick who's hands down who's pants?" "Oh, hi dad. Matty just told us a joke about them sticking their hands down some old guy's pants." "Dad, I swear we didn't mean 'us'", Chad protests. Matty backs him up, "Yeah, it's just a joke!" "hmm, we'll talk about this later, Chad," Barry told his oldest son sternly. continued.... Copyright 2005 T. Chase McPhee All Rights Reserved. Permission is NOT granted to publish this story to any PAY site, without the author's prior consent. dont strike a fault, unless you can admit you've slipped..T Chase McPhee