Date: Wed, 2 May 2007 11:12:41 -0700 (PDT) From: T. Chase McPhee Subject: Natures Trail 01 (continuation of 'Nature Walk') The story below is a work of fiction, set in the format of reality. Any resemblances to real people, alive or in the hereafter, is entirely coincidental in nature. It is not meant to accurately reflect upon persons, in towns, cities, countries, nor governmental areas, which the story is staged. If a sexual scene 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 state and countries, you are not allowed to read this story, by law. Check with your local laws regarding such. % Sexual safety matters. Remember guys, this is fiction. In real life, use protection. % "Nature's Trail" 01 wriTten by T. Chase McPhee % "This chicken is delicious, Freddie." "Thanks. Too bad Callan couldn't be here to enjoy it. Does he get emergency call-ins like this, all the time?" Freddie inquires. "No, not often," Alonzo replies. Say, why don't you sit down and have dinner with me?" "Am I...." he paused, unsure if it was a proper action for a cook and housekeeper, "um..." "Sure," Alonzo read his mind. "We're not all that proper, as some folk in these parts. Relax!" "Righto. Let me grab a plate." In no time, the twenty-four year old cook had assembled himself a plate of chicken, broccoli and rice, toting that and a glass of water, taking a seat at the nearly square diningroom table, across from Alonzo. Alonzo added, as Freddie made himself comfortable, "We haven't really thought much about having a cook and housekeeper, so we'll have to work out the rules as we go along." "As I mentioned at my interview, I haven't had much experience being around youngsters." "Oh, you'll get used to Diego and Seth. Let them grow on you. I'm sure you'll fit in, in no time!" "I'm looking forward to taking care of them," Freddie says, with feeling. "Don't be afraid of discipline, either. In turn, they haven't experienced having a full time, live in cook and housekeeper, except breakfasts at the Clark-Barr household almost daily," Alonzo says. "Max seems to know what he's doing." "Yes," Alonzo reports, "In the short time he's been there, he's seemed to have gotten his act together. He really makes `all' the boys, young and older, to tote the line." "Exactly my concern." "Well, as I said, you have to take it a little at a time and feel the boys out. Tell me, Freddie, have you any siblings?" "Yes, matter of fact. Out west. Most of my family resides in the Seattle area. Two of my brothers, Frankie and Bobby, live in Seattle. Sis married and moved back east, to Pennsylvania." "So, you know what it's like growing up around others?" Alonzo poses the question, trying to drive a point home. "Yes. We've had some good times, along with the trials," Freddie answers, frankly. "Well, whenever you have to deal with a situation with Diego or Seth, think of those times with your brothers and sister. I'm sure children, in the growing stages, don't vary that much." "I will. Thanks. Oh, by the way, Max thought it best to throw out most of the food you had on hand. A lot of it was outdated," Freddie says. "I don't doubt it. It's tough to keep up with everything." "That's why you have me!" Freddie's lips spread wide, in a smile. "Yes and I think things with get put back in perspective, once the ball gets rolling." "When are the boys due back?" "Anytime now. They've had enough time to finish their pizza and I'm sure Chad and Matty are eager to get to bed. We've all had a long day." "How did things go?" Freddie inquires. Finished with their meal, Alonzo helps Freddie take the plates to the kitchen. "I'd like to think when school opens on Monday, the college will be able to handle the revised student schedule, as far as classrooms are concerned." "You have your doubts?" "We're starting out on a limited basis, holding junior and senior student classes only." "Oh, I was under the impression at least middle and high school students would be back to school." "Originally that was the plan, but there's not enough spare room at WRCC, to house our volume of students," Alonzo states. "So, Barry had to make a decision, where the cut-off in grades would be." "Barry?" Freddie questions. "Barry Barr. Our backyard neighbor and high school principal." "I think Max mentioned it. It'll take awhile before facts sink in." "That's okay, Freddie. I understand fully." "I'll take care of the rest of this." "Good. I should try to throw together some lesson plans for Monday," Alonzo says, making his exit. As soon as Alonzo vacates the kitchen, Diego and Seth, let out from Steve's and Barry's van, walk in the back door, yelling, "We're home!" Even though the two just wolfed down two slices of pizza each, at Chad's and Matty's place, they raced to watch TV, forgetting about dessert. Now they remember! Since today, Friday, was Freddie's first day, the two have yet to meet their new cook and housekeeper. "Who are you?" the eleven year olds trade off, upon asking. "Hi there. I'm Freddie!" The two do the once over, looking at the beefy cook. "I take it your daddies didn't tell you about hiring someone to do the cooking and chores?" "They said somethun'," Seth replied. Immediately, on Diego's mind, he inquires, "Are you going to live here with us, like Max?" "Um, yes." "That's good," Diego says. "Is it now?" Freddie questions. "Yeah," Seth answers, "'cause we're a-needing somebody to take care of us." Freddie spoke his true feelings, saying, "That's so sweet." "There's lots wrong here," Diego confides. "Oh?" Be it the lips of children to get the truth said. "Have you seen the bathroom?" "No," Freddie replies, a smile on his face, ready to get the full description. "Our dads tried," Seth replies, in honesty, "but they don't know nuthin' `bout keepin' it clean!" "Oh really?" Freddie questions, folding his arms across his pecs, laying them on his slight tummy. "Yup," Diego continues, "but we made our beds everyday." "That's good." Seth says, "Our dads says it's `respondsabillity', but ya know what?" "What?" Freddie asks, ready for a punch line. "Our dads don't do nuthin' `bout it," Seth says. Diego adds, "They don't have any respondsability!" "Is that so?" Freddie replies, chuckling to himself. Both kids nod their heads yes. "Well, I'd like to let you know that I'm very keen on responsibility, but you know what?" "What?" The two answer at once. "I think responsibility is good," Freddie says, making it up as he goes along, based on the facts. "So why don't we make a deal." "Deal?" Seth asks. "Yea. I'll make sure your sheets are kept clean, but why don't you two keep on making your beds everyday?" Diego seems to look to Seth for approval. Seth handles the inquiry. "Sure. We can do that. Right, Diego?" He asks. "Yup. But we didn't make our beds today." Seth makes excuse, "We had to get up too early to get a ride." Pondering the dilemma, Freddie decides to use it as a lesson. "Well, from now on I don't think we should let things like that stand in the way!" Right away, Freddie sees the smiles turn to frowns. Time to switch the subject. "By the way, Max informs me you two like chocolate ice cream. Care to have some?" The frowns turn upside down. With glee, Diego and Seth accept the gesture. % "Ooooh that was a long day," Barry says, sitting on the side of the bed, taking his shoes off. "It was. For the kids, also." "Good thing Chad and Matty could take time off to sit with them." "Good thing there's a pool at WRCC." "Yes, Aidan and Philip are becoming quite the water rats," Barry says. Stripping down to his lowrise briefs, Steve kneels on the bed, moving over to where Barry still sits, inactive, at the side of the bed. He immediately places both hands on his lover's shoulders, rubbing them. "Ooooh that feels soooo good, Steve." "You walked a lot of miles today." "It sure seemed like it." "Tomorrow's Saturday." "Saturday? We have plans, Steve?" "After two years of getting up early for the nature walk, you can forget?" Swinging his head to the side, after Steve hits a sensitive area, Barry sighs in pleasure, saying, "Like I said, it's been a long day." "Right and I know they couldn't come through with the full plans they promised," Steve says, working to remove Barry's tie. Barry helps it along, untying the knot, pulling it through the collar of his shirt, enabling Steve to work at the buttons. "At least we can get started Monday, with something." As if unbuttoning his own shirt, Steve works down the line of fasteners. Barry finishes, til the shirt dips into his beltline. Steve pulls the shirt from Barry's chest, removing it to behind his back. A quick, "Oh thanks," is rendered as Barry surrenders his arms to the removal of the dress shirt. Exiting the bed, Steve folds the shirt sloppily, over the chair. Barry stands and unbuckles his belt. Taking the liberty, before hitting the sheets, Steve removes his briefs. "Oh, leave them on," Steve calls out. "My briefs?" "Yeah." Smiling, Barry says, "Feeling a bit kinky tonight, are we, Steve?" "Yeah," Steve replies, wiggling his eyebrows. Coming back to the bed, Barry has made himself comfortable, his briefs slightly tenting, in anticipation of things to evolve. % "How was work today?" "Kind of slow," Christian replies, adding, "which I blame on the remodeling." "Things progressing as planned?" "Yes. The workmen have made a lot of progress in the diningroom and that Michael is something." "Oh? What makes you say that?" "Well, really there's nothing for him to do, now that I'm handling the grill," Christian says, as his half-nude body sits there in the side chair of their bedroom. He watches, intently, as Justin peels off his clothing. "It's funny watching him sometimes." "Oh?" "Yeah. The foreman, Tony, puts up with a lot, with Michael interfering all the time." "Poor guy. I know how good a sport he can be," Justin says, tossing his shirt in the hamper. "Speaking of which, he did a fantastic job at choir practice last night," Chrisitan says, as his hand moves to his crotch, tucking it underneath the beltline. "Right. Tony could really belt out those high notes." "Maybe you should have him sing a solo sometime." "Oh? Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" Justin asks. The perplexed look on Christian's face, shows Justin, the twenty-three year old doesn't have a clue to what he is talking about. "I guess being a part of the choir and not standing out, in front of it, you didn't pick up on it?" Christian shrugs his shoulders, lifting his pecs up, then relaxed again. Justin continues, "Tony could be heard above the rest of the males." "Oh that. You asked him to tone it down." "Right, but I think it might be a good suggestion." "I've got another good suggestion," Christian says, standing, walking over, in front of Justin. Guessing what it is, Justin says, "I suppose you mean quit it with so much talking and get with the stripping!" Christian smiles. In a horny mood, he goes for Justin's belt buckle. Shooing Christian's had away, he says, "Why don't you make yourself comfortable. I'll only be a minute." Without all the chatter, Justin follows through, letting his pants drop, stepping out of each leg. He folds them nicely, but lets a chair take up the slack, instead of bothering on a hanger for now. He sheds each sock, then goes for the final touch, removing his briefs, a hand remedying that `packed in' feeling. "Mmmm...." Christian voices his opinion. "Hmm, I thought it the other way around." "No. I think I'll change my mind. C'mon. Get comfortable on the bed." Both versatile, when it comes to sex, when Christian was sitting in the chair, he had the inspiration to top, but as he watched Justin peel off his clothes, flaunting the light chest cover of his dark brown hair, the tummy trail, finally the dark pubes, he switched positions. "I could use the relaxation." Straddling him, Christian leaned over, taking Justin's right wrist in his hand, pinning it above his head. "Mmmm, a nice ripe pit!" "To each his own," Justin says. Not one of his favorite places for an oral workout, he knows how much Christian savors his hairy pits. Beginning with his tongue, Christian makes light work of wetting down the underarm growth. From there, he proceeds to Justin's lightly haired pec, his tongue unearthing the dime-sized nip. "Oooooooooh," Justin groans, as Christian toys with his nip. Almost in exactness, Christian repeats the oral workout, taking on the left pit, moving to the right flank. From there he runs his tongue down the center strip, dipping it into Justin's deep bellyhole. "Keep going!" Justin quips. Without as much as a word, Christian begins licking around the base of Justin's 9.5c. "It's not going to be able to take much." In saying so, Christian responds to the already erect shaft. After going down on it, he purses his lips, giving Justin a few strokes. "Feel like `69ing' it?" "Sure." Probably Justin is too comfy or tired to get up. Lying down on the bed, legs up near Justin's head, Christian scoots his ass around til he's in sucking position. Justin, opened up wide, takes in Christian's 9c. An audible "Mmmm" is voiced by Justin. The two go at it, Justin coming almost immediately. % "Jeremy is a lot of fun, isn't he?" Aidan asks, as they lay in their beds. "Yup," Philip responds, "but it's too bad he doesn't have a brother." "I haven't thought about it, but you're right. I have you for a brother, Diego has Seth and he's all by himself." "Only means one thing." "Oh? What's that?" Philip asks. "Do you remember when we first got to know Diego, what we did?" Turning over, leaning with his two elbows embedded in the mattress, both hands scooping up his chin, Philip replies, "Oh you mean about playing Monopoly." "Right. Remember Aunt Bernice is always saying we can come over, anytime." "So, next time Jeremy is over, we should go over." "Right." Philip then lets out an humongous yawn. "Yeah, me too," Aidan interpets it. The two crawl under their covers. % "If my mom knew what we were doing, she'd......." "But she doesn't, so what's the harm?" Maury says. "Still," Jim Faulkner says of his stepmom, "I feel funny doing this." Almost ready to graduate, the high school seniors crawl on the bed, naked. "Okay. If you don't want to do it. Fine with me!" Maury then says. "I guess there's nothing wrong with it, but I can't like `instantly' do it." "Yeah," Jim agrees. "I have to work Connor up to it," the eighteen year old says. "Not a problem," Maury says. Connor suggests, "Wouldn't it be just as easy to find a trick in your little black book?" "I knew it was asking too much. Really guys, never mind. I just felt really horny to watch one of you guys fuck the other, but no problem. Really." Like a little boy, not getting his way, was a gift with Maury, the way he spoke the resolution. Connor softly says, almost in a whisper to Jim, "C'mon. Let's just do it?" "Fine," Jim replies. "Okay, we're gonna do it," Connor says. "Nah. Never mind." "What do you mean, `never mind'? Connors gonna fuck me. Isn't that what you wanted." "Nope," the thirty-two year old college professor replies, adding, "I just wanted to see if you would do it!" "Sick," Jim states. "Yeah, Maury. That was really a sick-o idea!" Connor agrees. "Oh now, boys, it's not that bad, is it?" Connor decides on his own, it's time to turn the tables on the jokester. "No, not that bad, but you wouldn't mind doing the same?" "Huh? I don't seem to follow you there, Connor?" Shrugging his shoulders at Maury, he hasn't a clue, either. "What I'm saying, " the nineteen year old blond, spells it out, "is you get your nose buried in that little black book of yours, find a bottom and get him over here. Ka-peesh?" "Wait. You're saying you want to watch me fuck a guy?" Catching on, whether a hoax or not, Jim encourages Maury, "Sounds like a fair idea!" "But what would your mother say? I'm running a porno studio or something?" "Neither of us will say anything," Jim replies. Connor says, "Yeah and I don't know about Jim, but you got me all horned up, so you better hurry!" "Now wait a minute fellas. A joke is a joke," Maury tries getting out of it. "Who's joking?" Connor says. "I'm serious." Standing by his lover, Jim adds, "Me too!" "I dunno," Maury says, the tingling down yonder making him slowly get turned on to the idea of having two teens watch him fucking a guy. "Yeah," Jim chides, "what about that guy you had here two weekends ago?" "Who? Peter Perez? The college psychology professor?" "Yeah, that's him," Connor recalls. Maury then turns to a different means of getting out of it. "It's eleven o'clock at night. People are asleep by now." Jim interjects, "Yes, but Professor Perez likes you." "You told us he likes your games," Connor adds. Still pleading, Jim proceeds, "You said he liked it the last time you fucked him." "Yeah, but there's one difference in then and now." "What?" Connor and Jim said, simultaneously. "You boys weren't there to watch!" "So?" "And what makes you boys think Peter is going to allow you two to stand there, stroking your cocks, while I fuck him?" "That's your problem," Jim say. Connor offers, "Tell him it's one of your kinky games." "Yeah," Jim adds, "the way you talked, it seemed like he was such a willing bottom." Slowly they were wearing Maury's patience thin, at the same time propelling his emotions towards thinking with his cock and not his mind. Maybe Maury didn't think about it, as one of his hands rubbed his pants, in the middle. "Oh, he can be." "So, why not make it a challenge?" "Challenge, Jim?" "Right. See if you can coax him out of his house!" "I like it!" Connor high-fived Jim. "I don't know," Maury said. Jim and Connor both thought it was too late, with Maury's crotch already revved up! "Let me see what I can do." It took some talking, but the boys rejoiced in their efforts to do to Maury, so far, turning the joke around. As Maury lit out for the den, with his little black book, the boys talked among themselves. "So, are we really going to watch Professor Perez get fucked?" Jim asked. "I'll betcha he wouldn't want to do it." "But if Maury makes it `part of the game', then Perez will have to follow through with it." "Hmm... I wonder what Maury will hold over him, to make him?" Jim alludes to, "Maybe paddling his ass?" "Nah. Maury did that to him last time he was here. He said the professor liked it." "Oh." "I don't know. We'll leave it up to Maury." Jim adds, "Yeah and then make him tell us later!" % Copyright 2007 T. Chase McPhee This story may not be sold, nor made part of any collection, without prior consent from the author.