Date: Wed, 5 Sep 2007 16:59:11 -0700 (PDT) From: T. Chase McPhee Subject: Natures Trail 26 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" 26 wriTten by T. Chase McPhee % Next day, as the swim team reported poolside, they waited for Coach Hollister, utilizing his booming voice, to announce the number of pushups to be performed on the bleechers. Instead, he held his clipboard closely to his chest, waiting til the last member reported, a blank look on his face. When Juan walked out of the lockerroom and assembled with the team, Coach withdrew the clipboard from his chest and looked at it. "Before we get started today, I wanted to run some things by each and everyone of you. First order of business, I want to let you know a letter, detailing the stunt you all pulled yesterday, condoning your actions, will be placed in your files." It didn't go over big, which Coach Hollister figured. Letting their shouts of `fuck this' and `fuck that' go over his head, he waited til they stopped their protests. "I have them on my desk, ready to turn over to the dean. If either of you care to try to talk your way out of it, you're welcome to do so before signing it." "I ain't signing nuthin'!" Tony Gagliardi shouted out, the team following him. "See? There you go again, ganging up against what's right. Here we have our last swimming competition coming up next week and you all treat it as if it's nothing. What am I supposed to do? Tell you to take off whenever you damn well feel like it?" Tony didn't have any followup, so kept his mouth shut, as did the rest of the team. "Now, regardless of what happened yesterday, we still need to get busy and do some serious swimming. So, hit the bleechers and get your asses in gear!" When questioned about the number of pushups, coach left it up to them. Tony led the team to doing fifty. % "Good morning, Denis. How did you sleep?" "I was really tired after Dr. Roberts left, so fell right off." "I saw the log. He didn't check out til midnight," Harry reports, not taking his eyes off the blond teen. "We talked til about eleven. It wasn't as bad as I thought it was going to be." "Not to change the subject, but breakfast will be coming along soon. Do you mind getting out of bed so I can make it up?" "Sure. No problem," Denis says to Harry. "By the way, do you know when I'm getting out of here?" "Sorry. Haven't a clue." Then, with the sheets all balled up in his arms, "I bet you can't wait to get home and change into some decent clothes, huh?" Scooping his tee shirt up in his finger and thumb, Denis gives it a sniff. "Did you ever get that shower I promised you, Denis?" "Nah, but it's okay." "Don't go anywhere. I'll be right back!" Returning, Harry held a gown, slung over his shoulder and a fresh towel. "Here you go. It's probably not as comfy as jeans and a tee shirt, but it smells nice!" "Thanks," Denis said, holding the gown up, which resembled a plain piece of cloth with a dozen snaps. "Um, where's the arms?" Giggling, Harry snatched it away from Denis, fastened a few of the snaps and molded a couple of large holes into it. "There you go. Instant arm-holes!" "Thanks again." "If you want, you can give me your clothes and I can see about having them laundered for when you're discharged." "Fine," Denis replied. As Harry busied himself with making up the hospital bed, Denis reached to his back, grabbed the collar of the tee shirt, then whisked it off over his head. At first he placed his thumbs under the elastic of his lowrise briefs, then hesitated, looking at Harry. Glancing up, Harry said, cheerily, "It's okay. I know what boys look like!" Thinking himself silly, since Denis has changed tons of times in the lockerroom, plus have showered as many times, he pushed his briefs down, kicking one leg up so his briefs flew briefly upwards, catching them with his hand. "Nice trick," Harry said, which he knew implicated himself in checking Denis out. "Now I know how you know what boys look like!" "Sorry, Denis. I wasn't out to... you know," Harry quickly made up an excuse, not meaning it. "I don't blame you," Denis rebuffed, shrugging his shoulders. "No?" "Of course not. We're gay men. We have an interest in checking out other guys, right?" "Well, if you put it that way, then you probably don't mind me telling you, you have a nice endowment!" "I suppose I'm average for my age." Teasing, Harry says, "You're bigger than me, than when I was your age!" "How old are you, Harry?" "Take a guess." Feeling totally at ease, Denis stood there in the buff conversing with Harry. "Not more than twenty-five... twenty-six?" "Bless you... I'm thirty-one." "You look a lot younger than you are." "Thanks." "So... you weren't as `big' as me when you were in high school?" As Harry stepped over to the door, Denis' eyes closely followed, til he stood behind the door. "What are you doing?" "This is only between you me, okay?" "Sure," Denis replied, as he saw Harry pull up his shirt, tucking it under his chin, revealing a reddish-brown chest of hair, a thin trail down his stomach. Next, he placed his thumbs inside the waistband of his blue scrubs and pushed downwards. "Wow!" Denis said, as if seeing a set of jewels for the first time. "Not big, compared to yours!" Harry said, as he held up his 7c. Walking over to Harry, Denis says, "I've never done this with an older guy, but in the lockerroom, my buddies and I have matched up our cocks to see who has the greatest endowment. Do you want to?" "Sure. But make it quick. I don't want to get stuck with a hardon!" Showing some reluctance, Denis, cock in hand, held it parallel to the floor. "I thought so," Harry said, as Denis' tip pushed into Harry's pubes, but Harry's cock didn't even come close to the base of Denis'. "You've got to be at least a nine." "I don't know." "Well, sometime when you're at home, firm it up. Then take a ruler and measure it." "I suppose it would be interesting to know," Denis said, feeling his cock become rigid in his hand. "We better stop this," Harry said, shoving his cock and balls back into his scrubs. "Too late for me," Denis replied. "No problem for you," Harry informed him, "You can jerk off while you're in the shower." So, picking up the towel, winding it around his neck, draping it down his chest, Denis enclosed himself in the jon. % "Jocko says it's time to get uppie!" Holding the playful velcro monkey over Justin, Christian made like the stuffed animal was kissing him awake. "How come you're up so early?" Justin asked, yawning, stretching his arms out, flaunting his twin, brown-haired pits. "Some of us have to rise early to make a living?" "Well," Justin rebutts, "Speaking of making a living, don't forget choir rehearsal is tonight?" "Is it Thursday already?" "Yes it is and don't forget you volunteered to come help organize the kid's choir?" "I don't think you have your facts straight there, son," Christian says, using Jocko as his go between, "it was `you' who volunteered me. Remember?" "I think you get the point. Are you going to be there?" "I think Jocko and I can make it." "Jocko doesn't have any vocal cords. Leave him home!" "Oh, I think he would make a good mascot for the kid's choir." "Whatever," Justin replies. "Um, before you cut out, do you think I can have a real kiss?" Smiling, Christian flips Jocko over his shoulders, slapping together the two velcro hands, letting the toy monkey dangle down his back. Bending over the bed, he leaves a kiss on Justin's lips. % "Our problems are solved!" "Mind cluing me in to what you're referring to, Preppy?" "I was in between classes yesterday. Talking to a couple of the guys in my business class, one of them suggested if I needed a chef, to go to the registrar's office at Degaugue's cooking school and have them place an ad on the bulletin board. What do you think?" "I think it's a good idea. I'm wondering why I didn't think of it myself!" "Because," Chad walks up to Matty, straightening his necktie, "you're so smart about everything else." "You think?" "Yeah. I mean, I'd never be able to sell a house like you do," Chad replies, moving his hands inside the sports jacket. "All I know is you better chill, before I get the front of my pants all wet!" "Hmm...." "What's that look for?" Matty asks his partner. Reaching down, Chad cups Matty's balls in his hand, replying, "It's been awhile since I've pleasured you." "What are you talking about, Preppy? You pleasure me every night." "I'm not talking about massaging your love canal." Seeing Matty with question still written on his face, Chad fills him in, "Um, sucking you off?" "Might be fun." "Might be fun you say? Any man loves getting their cock sucked!" "Well, sure. I'd like it and all, but I've kind of gotten used to pampering you." Smiling, Chad says, "My cock is throbbing." "So?" "So, I'm thinking how I'd like to suck your cock. My cock is putting the pressure on me to do it." "Now? I can't do it now. I've gotta get over to the agency. My mom has clients waiting." "You're so lame sometimes Matty. I didn't mean right this minute." "But Chad," Matty presses, "what happens if tonight your cock is sending the opposite smoke signals?" Rolling his eyes, Chad replies, "Can't you just be a little late? I like have to do this." Chad's cock wasn't the only one throbbing. Standing there, Matty could see it was like talking to the wall. "Okay, but make it quick!" "Cool!" Chad replied, moving his hands from Matty's torso, to his belt buckle. Figuring he didn't want to get all sweated up, Matty removed his jacket. Loosening his tie, he undid the top button. Dropping Matty's pants and briefs to his ankles, Chad suggests, "Here, sit on the end of the bed." Doing what's told to him, Matty sits on the foot of the bed. "Cool. Spread your legs out wide now." "I think I know the drill, Preppy!" Chad smiles, then transfers his eyes to his lover's erect cock. With forearms on Matty's thighs, Chad leans into the dark-haired pubes, taking a lick of his partner's shaft. "Ooooooooh," Matty sighs, immediately leaning backwards, propped up by his arms. Going down on Matty's shaft, Chad swirls his tongue over the head. Not having done this in a while, he finds he hasn't lost the knack of giving a sensuous blow job. Sliding his hands up, he finds Matty has fallen flat on his back. Feeling Matty's stomach, he dips his finger in his navel and toys around with the bushy treasure trail. With an insatiable lust to feel up Matty's bod, he begins to unbutton his shirt, splitting it open, separating it to the sides of his ribs. His hands skim over Matty's pecs, feeling the hairy overgrowth. At first touching his two nips, Matty arches his back, groaning in ecstasy. Knowing this is driving Matty crazy, Chad adds to it, bobbing his head up and down, his lips massaging the sides of his hard shaft. Lost in bewilderment, Matty grabs at the sheets with his hand. With sweat building up on his front, Chad massages the salty wetness into Matty's chest fur, all the time winding back at his nips. After an interval of time, Matty subtly announces, "I'm gonna cum... I'm gonna... ooooh shit!" Bucking his hips, Matty's cock lets loose it's creamy juice, same time feeling his cock all the way to the back of Chad's throat, his cum going right down into his stomach. After pulling off, Chad lays his head to the side of Matty's deflated cock, his hand below his own waist, stroking off. "You're not jerking off are you?" Matty questions. "I was... why?" Signaling Chad to get up, he has him sit on his chest, leaning forwards, inserting his cock in Matty's orifice. Within seconds, Chad's load empties down Matty's throat. Shifting to the side, he rolls off of Matty, laying there next to him. Both try catching their breath. "Felt good Preppy." "Just good?" "No. Actually it was between awesome and excellent!" "Same here," Chad said, "I mean about giving head. I almost forgot what it was like." Lifting his left arm, Matty glances at his watch, blurting out, "Oh shit!" Jumping up from the bed, he almost stumbles. Looking at his wrinkled tie, he sniffs it. "Oh shit! My tie smells like your ass!" Chad starts laughing. "And my shirt! You got it all sweated up!" All Chad could do is laugh, as Matty accused him of creating the darkness to his light blue shirt, under the armpits, a big splotch at his back. As Matty stood there, Chad said, "Uh-oh!" "What are you uh-ohing about?" With his finger, Chad pointed to Matty's pubes. A slender string of goo stretched out of the opening, streaming down to his pants. "You were supposed to suck out my cum, Preppy!" With an angelic smile, Chad replies, "Like I said. I haven't done it in a long time!" Matty stripped down and started getting dressed from scratch, except for his lowrise briefs. % Coming out from his shower, Denis expected to find Harry, but the room was void of life, so he turned back to the jon. "Hi. I hope I'm not here at an inconvenient time." "Oh shit! You scared me!" Denis shouted, when he came face to face with Darryl Tudyk. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to. Harry said it was alright for me to wait for you in your room." "I'm not really scared," Denis replied, with a gentle smile. Then he asked, "Something the matter?" With his own smile on his face, Darryl replied, "Um, you have the gown on backwards. The idea is not to see... um... all that!" Of course Darryl didn't mind seeing a hint of Denis' frontal portion, right down to his sagging cock and balls nestled in fuzzy, blond pubes, the golden treasure trail which led Darryl's eyes there. "Oh shit! How embarrassing!" "I'm sorry," Darryl, full of apologies, said. "I didn't say it to embarrass you." "I know you didn't," Denis replied, adding, "You're not that type of guy." "Really? So, you've got your opinions about me already, do you?" "It's a feeling, okay?" "Sure thing. We all have feelings," Darryl said, not sure of what else to render. "So, why are you here? Aren't you supposed to be out chasing the bad guys?" "You've said that before. Cute!" "What'd I say?" "About me being out there chasing the bad guys." "I know you do more than that," Denis confides. "And - the reason I'm here is because I was in the area. Remember you said `if I was ever in the area'?" "Yeah, but I didn't expect so soon...." "Well, I'll go if I'm in the way," Darryl says. "No... no... no... you're not. Have a seat." Sitting in the same chair as last night, Darryl parks his glutes. Denis hops up on the side of the hospital bed. "Um, you're showing again!" Looking down, Denis replies, "Dammit!" "Why don't you go in there and switch it. Put your hands in first so your ass is... I mean turn it around?" "Okay. Be right back... don't go anywhere." Off to the jon, Denis walks, enters, closes the door, then a minute later, exits. "Feels kind of drafty!" "Did you tie the little strings in the back?" "No," Denis replies, putting both hands behind his back. After several attempts, he informs Darryl, "Easy to tie in the front, but whoever ties things behind their backs! Geesh!" "If you'll allow me, I'll try not to look!" Smiling, Denis steps over to where Darryl is sitting. He gets up. Tying the thin string in a shoestring knot. He can't help but stare down Denis' back, at the two smooth mounds, with a slight dusting of blond hair, all the while thinking of how hot it would be to park his cock there. Over his shoulder, Denis kids, "So how do I look back there?" "Muscular," Darryl compliments him. "I can tell you're a swimmer." Turning around, Denis watches Darryl sit down. He says, "What about my morning hug?" With a slight grin, Darryl gets up, moving right into the eighteen year olds arms. Without reluctance, both engage arms around bods. Unlike Darryl whom remains quite stationery, Denis is moving his hands up and down the police officer's back, feeling his shoulder blades and lats. "Denis?" "Yeah?" he leans back, looking at Darryl. "I think that's enough?" Dropping both arms, Denis backs off, replying, "I guess I kind of overdid it, didn't I?" Honestly, Darryl didn't think it so, but he gave a mediocre assessment, "Like the night the ambulance brought your brother in... I think you're still hurting... a warm hug always feels good." To break the ice, Denis looks at Darryl's shirt, saying, "You look good in orange." "Thanks." Turning, walking back to the bed, Denis didn't care if he `showed' or not. Propping himself back up, he sat there for awhile, just looking, then asked, "Do you change into your police uniform at home or at the station?" "I have a set of pants and shirt at home, but I usually change at the station. I like to shower off the grit before getting home. But today I don't have to change at all. I'm off!" "Cool! Then we can hang out!" "I'd like that very much, Denis, but I do have to run some errands, then do some low maintenance housework." "Oh," is all the teen said, a bit laced with disappointment. "It's real boring around here when somebody isn't visiting me." "By the way, did you ever get to see your brother?" "No. Oh boy am I a jerk or what? Here I am thinking all about myself and not even thinking of Mark." Darryl suggests, "Would you like me to find out if you can see him?" "Would you? Oh, that would be so cool, Darryl. Thanks!" Hopping down from his perch, Denis starts pacing the floor, while Darryl is checking out the possibilities. Folding his arms across his middle, Denis relishes in the thoughts of holding Darryl. Unlike any other person he's hugged, he thinks about the warmth, calmness of hugging Darryl, almost as if the gentle nature he evokes has permeated his being, imparting the same feelings, transcending into his mind and soul. "Well?" Denis asks, as Darryl pops back in. "You can see him, but not at this time. Maybe around noon time." "That's cool." Fidgeting with his keys in his pocket, Darryl says, "I've got to get going on my errands, Denis." Immediately, as if he's already gone, Denis' whole demeanor changes, as if life itself is being drained out of him. "Do you have to go already? You just got here." "I've been here about an hour, Denis. If I could stay longer I would." "Are you coming back today?" "I'm not sure. I don't think..." "Do I get a goodbye hug?" With the last hug, Darryl could see where this was going. Sure, he liked being held, having his back felt up, the warmth of Denis' chest against his own, the heat of their necks touching, almost as if it were a pair of lips, but after visiting with Denis the first time, Darryl had convinced himself he was out of the teen's league, being twenty-four years old. "Denis, for both of our sakes, I think I should just go?" He didn't wait for Denis' words, but rather took in the ghastly look on the teens face. Deep inside he was feeling the same, having said the words which put them at a distance from each other. Turning, he walked to the door, until he was stopped dead in his shoes, a pair of arms grabbing around him, from behind, tightly binding them in their personal prison. "Don't go, Darryl," the voice pleaded. Standing there, Darryl stared at the door, his eyes slowly descending, til he reached his own waist, connecting with the visual, Denis' arms locking him up. There was nothing he could do but wait for the stalemate, as the side of Denis' face pressed between his shoulder blades as if a flower in a book, leaving it's indelible print mark. While he waited it out, he closed his eyes, sinking into a private reverie, his thought transformed from reality to the fantasy of strong feelings for the teen. After a short interval of time, he opened his eyes, asking, "Denis, are you alright?" Slowly his grip loosened. Arms let go, falling as if a ragdolls, right to Denis' sides. Solemnly he said, "I just wanted to hug you... I guess this is the last time I'll be seeing you. His words cut like a knife. "Dammit!" Darryl shouted, banging his fist against the door. Then he spotted it. The small, silvery latch which would seal them in their private chamber. Giving it a clockwise turn, it made a clicking sound. Slowly he turned towards Denis. "You can go. I guess it'll take awhile, but I'll get over you," Denis said in a glum tone. "But I don't think it will be that easy for me to get over you." The two stare deep into one another's eyes. "From the first time you hugged me, as we stood there chest to chest, you took part of my heart with you when we parted. Denis.... I care for you and I don't know what to do about it." "Then how come you don't want to see me anymore?" "It's difficult... awkward." "What is Darryl? I don't understand." "You're young, Denis... barely out of high school." "So? Lots of guys have a relationship with one older than the other." "What about your brother?" "You know about Mark and me?" "It doesn't take a rocket scientist to figure out you adore him." "I....heck, I don't care if you arrest me." "Arrest you? For what?" "Mark and I are more than brothers to each other." "Mark is gay too?" "Yeah and we.... we...." "Have had sex together?" Darryl beat him to the punch. "I'm not proud of it, okay. We sort of did it before we found out it was the wrong thing to do." "So, you are in love with your brother?" "Well, its' kind of tough describing it as just that. I don't feel for him what I feel for you." It's then Darryl realized Denis was having the same emotional response as himself. "How does Mark feel about you?" "Look, we've talked it out. In the beginning we might have confused having sex as feelings of love for each other." "And now?" Turning away from Darryl, Denis reveals, "We're brothers and good friends, who will probably have to live with the secret that we had sex together, for the rest of our lives." Sensing Denis hurting, maybe feeling guilt, he paced forwards, putting his hands on the teen's shoulders, letting them slide down his triceps. "I don't think there's any clear answers here, Denis. All I know is it hurts me to see you like this. There's only one way to explain why I'm feeling these thoughts." Pulling on one shoulder, while pressing against the other, Darryl slowly makes Denis pirouette counterclockwise. For a few short breaths, the two stare deep into one another's eyes. Making the first move, Darryl leans in, his eyes slowly closing, on target with Denis' lips. % Copyright 2007 T. Chase McPhee This story may not be sold, nor made part of any collection, without prior consent from the author.