Date: Wed, 15 Aug 2007 14:35:52 -0700 (PDT) From: T. Chase McPhee Subject: Natures Trail 19 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" 19 wriTten by T. Chase McPhee % Dozing, until hearing a doctor paged loudly over the hospital PA system, Officer Darryl Tudyk startled awake, his head bobbing up from his chin depressed to his chest. At first he forgot where he was. He didn't have to look at his watch to tell it was nighttime. Daylight ceased to shine through the blind. Except for neon highlights of various pieces of monitoring equipment, the room remained darkened. Rather then stumble around, he found the door, opening it, til it stayed open on its own. A nurse, happening by, asked, "Everything okay, officer?" Darryl said yes, telling him about letting some light into the room so he didn't trip on anything. Coming into the room, the nurse said, "You can leave this light on." When he depressed a button on the wall a flourescent light, ensconced in a plastic casing, filled the room. "It won't wake up the patient?" Taking a look at Denis' chart, he reported, "A lightning bolt won't wake this kid up!" After laughing softly, Darryl told him, "Well thanks very much." "If you need anything, the name's Harry. I'll be at the nurses station all night long," he said, closing the door as he left. Walking back to his chair, Darryl stopped next to the bed and stared at Denis. He knew Denis couldn't hear anything, but said, "You know, you're so cute?" Reaching over, he did the same thing Steve did, move Denis' hair around, fashioning it so it didn't lap over his forhead. Retrieving it, he grazed the back of his hand over Denis' cheek. So taken with Denis' features, coupled with the past afternoon's thoughts of holding Denis in his arms, he looked towards the door, then stared some more at the blond teen. Coming closer, Darryl put his hand on the side of Denis' face, leaning his head down, he kissed him on the cheek, saying, "Too bad I'm not six years younger." % "Sssh, you've gotta be real quiet, Adam. Looks like my roommate is asleep," Kirk said, letting his butt in side the dorm room. The only illumination brightening the room was the computer monitor. "What's this, Kirk?" "Oh, it's my roommate's computer," Kirk said of the turning cube, a picture of a barechested guy on each facing, as it revolved. "Your roommates a homo?" "It's called being gay... like welcome to the twenty-first century, dah." Then, turning to the bed, Adam taps the back of his hand on Kirk's chest, saying, "Hey.. hey.. will you look at this?" Lying there, John's bod spooned Kevin, facing the center of the room. "What's wrong? I told you he's gay." "Nothing, only it's the first time I've ever seen two faggots in bed together." "Don't say that while they are awake, Adam." "What'd I say?" "'Faggots?" "So? That's what they are." "Yeah, but you don't call them that unless you are gay too. Kev explained it to me one time." "Whatever. Where do I sack out?" "I've got a sleeping bag in the closet." "I'll take the bed," Adam helped himself. "I figured so," Kirk replied. Stripping down to his boxer shorts, white with a little brown moose logo attached, Adam sat on the edge of the bed. "Whatsamatter?" he asked Kirk, when he emerged from the closet empty-handed. "Forgot. I lent it out." "Looks like you get the floor!" Adam said, giggling. "No way. You sleep at the head of the bed and I'll take the bottom." "You mean both of us sleep in the same bed like a coupla faggots?" "Will you cut it with the `faggot' stuff, Adam!" "Touchy," Adam replied. Likewise, Kirk stripped off his tee shirt, sneaks, socks and downed his jeans. Adam lay in bed on his back. Kirk says, "No, Adam. We both won't fit in the bed like that. You have to lay on your side." Rolling his eyes, Adam does what Kirk says, lying with his back to the wall. Kirk knows what's going to happen with Adam not facing the wall. Sitting, then stretching out, Kirk puts his feet up near the pillow at the head of the bed. "Man, get your stinkin' feet outta my face!" "Will you shut up already, Adam. You're going to wake up Kev and John!" Quenching the tone of his voice, Adam whispers out loud, "I can't sleep with your smelly feet in my face!" "Then turn around and face the wall!" Adam pushes himself up from the bed, turns and lays down facing the wall, complaining, "I can still smell them." "I could complain about yours. They're not much better!" Attributing it to getting up in the early hours of the morning, to empty his bladder of the pints of beer he put away, Kirk leaves the room, goes to the community jon and then reports back. As he climbs back in bed, he's not totally with it, placing his head on the pillow, his back up against Adam's back and falls back to sleep. % "Nice place you got here," Matt said, as Riley keyed the door to his house, turning the light on, as he let themselves in. "Thanks," Riley bluntly replied, leaving his police gear on the table, turning to the wall, opening a hinged picture like it was a door, dialing a number on the safe, opening it, depositing his gun inside, messing up the numbers as he closed it. "Kind of risky showing a stranger where you hide your valuables, huh Riley?" "I have a feeling we're not going to be strangers long. Want a beer?" As Riley led Matt into the kitchen, Matt says, "Maybe one. I have to watch the carbs." His first beer, Riley guzzled the whole bottle down in about five gulps. "Thirsty?" "Yeah. Been waiting all day for one of those." Opening the fridge, he bent over, reached for a second. "I have some leftover pizza, if it interests you?" "Sure. That'll be great," Matt said. It wasn't really the carbs bothering Matt. He knew he had a low tolerance for alcohol. Even half of a bottle would make him slightly under the influence. When he saw Riley's uniformed pants fill up, as he bent over, it gave him cause to take a hefty sip from the bottle, as he said, "Damn!" "Say something?" "Um yeah... I was just saying, damn, I feel awfully hungry," Matt faked his reply, temporarily drawing his attention away from the two mounds packed into Riley's officer's uniform. "Well, it'll take awhile. I don't like nuked pizza. I'll put it in the oven. Freshen it up with some cheese." "Doen't look like the kind of pizza I normally eat." "That's because I made it myself. When I eat something, I want to make sure I know what goes into it. I make everything from scratch." Standing there, Matt hadn't noticed he had drunk down to where a quarter of the bottle remained. Like back at the side of Bridges Lane, his eyes began to wander. He wondered when Riley had unbuttoned a couple of buttons of his shirt. "Checking me out again, Matt?" "Huh? Oh... ah.." "You want it... go for it!" Riley backed up, putting his hands on his hips. "Wha...what do you mean?" "Let's cut the crap, why don't we? Get over here and unbutton my shirt!" "Shit!" is all Matt could think of saying, as he held the bottom of the bottle up, the opening to his lips. "Hurry up. I have to get the pizza in the oven." Slowly walking over to the police officer, he stood there, looking at the third button, along with the dark fur, a hint to what lay under the police uniform. Smiling, Riley says, "C'mon. Do it. I know you want to." Licking his lips, Matt reached up and slowly formed his fingers around the button, his hand feeding it through the button hole. His tongue stayed between his lips as he let the shirt fall open. The next button revealed even more, as he remarked, "Damn!" He realized Riley's chest fur extended beyond the `V' of the neck, covering his pecs, but below his pecs, the hair funneled into a tight trail, proceeding down his abs. When he finished the last button, he stopped, just gazing. "Well? Pull it out." "Um.. yeah.. okay..." Matt said, pulling the shirt out from Riley's beltline, undoing the last button. He stuttered his actions. "Take it off." "What? Your shirt?" Grinning, Riley liked the way this was headed. One of the sexgames he liked to play was controlling another guy. This time, he just happened to luckout, bringing home a college jock. "Ahhhhhh," Riley sighed, as Matt reached up, taking the edges of the police shirt, peeling it backwards. "I love getting stripped by a hot jock!" Who was playing into who's hands, it wasn't established yet. As for Matt, he was feeling the volts shoot through his bod, as Riley dished out the orders. Completely unveiling Riley's bod, Matt remarked, "Damn you're hot!" Reaching out with his hand, Riley groped at Matt's crotch. Matt didn't make a move to draw back, as he placed a hand midchest, his hand picking up the curly fibers. Withdrawing his hand, Riley again assumed the authoritarian demeanor, saying, "I'm going to put the pizza in the oven. Watch it while I go change." "Sure. No problem," Matt said. He left the room, but returned, adding, "And oh, by the way. By the time I get back I want you stripped!" Matt wondered if it was the beer making him feel so damned horny! % "What are you still doing up?" Barry asked Tom and Eric. Only thing, Eric didn't reply. Tom sat there watching Tv, but Eric lay with his head on Tom's thigh, fast asleep. Carefully, Tom held Eric's head in his hands and behaving like holding a fragile egg, transferred it from his lap to the sofa. "How's Mark?" Is the only thought coming into his mind. Steve volunteered, "We don't know anything yet. All we know is he is in good hands." Coming around the sofa, Tom gave Barry a hug, going to Steve, next in line, saying, "I hope he's going to be alright." "We all do," Steve said, the seventeen year old burying his head in Steve's chest. "You better take your brother and get to bed." Waking Eric, his hand rubbing his shoulder back and forth, he awoke, asking, "What time is it?" Steve reported back, looking at his watch, "Oh, it's about midnight." "Oh. Hi dad. How's Mark?" They gave Eric the same reply. After the boys left, Steve said, "As soon as my head hits the pillow I'm going to be out!" "Are you sure you're alright, Steve." "Yeah. Why?" "I can't recall ever when you weren't in a horny mood!" "Oh. Well I didn't mean my head was going to hit the pillow so soon." Barry smiled at Steve's coverup. Making the rounds, they looked in on Philip and Aidan, both fast asleep. In error they checked Mark and Denis' room. "Oops, forgot!" Walking right in, Steve says, "Gives me an eerie feeling." "What does?" "The empty room." "I know what you mean, Steve. Thank goodness they are going to college locally." "Yeah. At least we'll have them home for another four years. Not like my Sean." Barry, sitting on Mark's bed, says, "We haven't heard from him in awhile." "I know. At least not since Christmas." "You should give him a call. Invite him and Jacques over for dinner." Yawning, Steve replies, "I will." "C'mon," Barry said, getting up, "I better get you off to bed." On the edge, Barry wasn't sleepy, but as they got into bed, Steve got into a little licking action, but dozed off, his head nestled on Barry's bed of chest fur. % "What in the hell kind of getup is that?" Matt said, when Riley returned to the kitchen. He might not have known the implication of a man dressed up in leather, strips crisscrossing Riley's chest, the shiny leather chaps, tall boots, the signature cap. All Riley did to respond is smile, his eyes traveling the length of Matt's bod. "Pizza done?" "I think," Matt replied, still studying the outfit. Sitting down at the kitchen table, Riley dictates, "Good. Get it out. There's paper plates in the cabinet above the microwave. And oh, grab me a beer when you're done, `boy'!" `Boy'? Matt thought, but wasn't at all taken aback. He drank in the disposition which Riley presented himself. As he reached up for the paper plates, his cock barged against the countertop. He looked down to find himself with a raging hardon. "I'm getting thirstier by the minute here." "I'm hurrying as fast as I can!" Matt retorted. Riley grinned, taking an extra leatherbound pad, same as he jotted down information in, when he took notes from a suspect, opening it up and writing something with a pencil. Finally bringing a slice of pizza and a beer to the table, Matt asked, "What's that?" "A tally." "Of what?" "Demerits." "Huh?" Matt sighed, staring at the small pad. His name was written at the top. Underneath he read, upsidedown, `Sassing me back - 5 pts.'. "What's that for?" "Like you didn't know?" Riley says, taking hold of Matt's barrel, giving it a little stroke, then releasing it. Matt didn't know how to react, so he turned to get his pizza. Not realizing it, he had grabbed another beer from the fridge, setting both on the table, adjacent to Riley. He sat down. "So? What's this demerit stuff all about?" Riley noticed it. As Matt ate with his right hand, his left hand was in his lap. "Sexgames. Like it so far?" "Sex....games?" "Yeah. I suppose I really didn't have to ask you if you like it," Riley explained. "Your cock already spoke for you." "My cock?" "Actually just for the fact that you are here in my kitchen, stripped to the buff shows you're good at taking orders." Matt didn't know where all this was heading, but he was eating up every word, feeling elated. "What are the rules of the sexgame?" "I'll tell you as we go along. But you can start by calling me, `sir'." Not knowing what to make of all this, regardless of the lack of information, so far Matt was feeling way too horny. "When does the game start?" "Like I said. You're here, stripped naked... you wouldn't have done it if you weren't into it." "Into what?" "There's lots of different sexgames. This one's called `Master/slave'." He wasn't sure he knew what he was getting into, but he didn't question Riley, when he mentioned the type of game. In fact shivers ran through his bod. Matt hadn't believed he would get this far, from when he stood over the police officer this afternoon, checking him out. Sitting there, Riley just took in the sights. At the mention of `Master/slave', he saw how Matt's body seemed to quake, his nips hardening up. He only could wonder what his hand was doing, sitting in his crotch. "C'mon. Eat your pizza. It's getting late. You should be getting back to the dorm." "But what about the sexgame?" Riley thought Matt looked disappointed. He was sure Matt would be back for some more fun and sexgames! % Copyright 2007 T. Chase McPhee This story may not be sold, nor made part of any collection, without prior consent from the author.