Date: Mon, 10 Sep 2007 08:21:23 -0700 (PDT) From: T. Chase McPhee Subject: Natures Trail 27 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" 27 wriTten by T. Chase McPhee % "What time do you have to be at school?" Kev asks John, as they lie, sandwiched together. "What time is it?" "Almost nine." "Well, I'd already be late, if I had to hike across town." "C'mon," Kev suggests "We better get you freshened up," being an odor of last night's JO lingering. "Yeah, dah. Like I don't have a change of clothes, Kev?" "I probably have something that fits you. If not, I think Kirk is your size." "No. Don't wake him on my account." "Wake him?" Kev questions. "Nah. We don't ask... we just borrow!" Before doing anything, John watches as Kev drapes a towel around his waist. "You're going out there, like that?" John asks. "Sure. It's not like we're co-ed or anything. Here. Have one," Kev says, tossing John a towel. So, not on the bashful side, John tucks a towel around his waist. Stepping out in the hallway, guys are reporting to and fro to the jon. One asks Kev, "Who's the stud?" Kev introduces, "John, meet Jason." Offering his hand, Jason takes it, reeling John in, their chests clashing, John feeling up Jason's soft fur, as he forcibly gets kissed. "Okay, knock it off, Jason." "Nice," Jason says, smiling. "Yeah. See ya Jason," Kev gives him the brush off, tugging at John's arm. "Are all the guys like that around here?" Kev replies, "Jason doesn't have any qualms about helping himself!" John jokes, "He should really consider using a breath mint!" Roaring with laughter, Kev pushed the door to the jon inwards, letting steam escape. John's jaw drops open, seeing asses and elbows, every sink manned by a hot stud, shaving, combing hair or hands bracing themselves against the sink, peering at grisly faces, trying to gain composure from last night's rendezvous with the guys, after three or four rounds of beer. "This way," Kev says, taking John's arm, smiling at John's reaction. "They're all full," John says of every shower stall taken up. "Save water... share!" Ditching his towel, Kev opens one of the shower doors, revealing a tall guy, all soaped up. "Hey, Pete, John here needs to get to class, like pronto?" "No sweat, man," Pete says, his front all lathered up. Throwing his arms around John, he moves his bod from side to side. "Turn around," not exactly what John was used to, frankly never experiencing another dude in the shower with him. Kev twirls his finger in a circle, saying, "Go ahead, John." Trusting Kev, John does an about face, Pete moving close, washing John's back with his soaped up front, his soaked chest and stomach fur acting like a scrub brush. "Um, felt real good `doing you'. Maybe we can get to...." "Um, like hands off, Pete?" Dropping both palms from clutching John's torso, where the build defines his swimmer's look, Pete assures Kev, "Hey I didn't mean anything by it. I figured you were setting me up for..." he looked to Kev, "I mean, aw, forget it," Pete resigned from anymore comments, realizing this wasn't Kev's usual one nighter. Then, to John, Pete addresses, moving his back to the tiled wall, "Here. Rinse off, buddy." While John stands under the shower jet, rinsing off, Kev stands there talking with Pete, hungry for details about the hot blond, as Kev gets his `soapup'. Leaving, Pete says, "I'll be around tomorrow... same time." Probably Pete didn't realize it, one hand taking care of his hardon, as the two went for the toweled-waist look. As they walk the hall back to Kev's room, John has the towel neatly formed around his torso, not being as open as Kev, as he lets his cock and balls swing side to side, Kev having swiped the towel from his hips, as he dries his hair. Entering, Kirk has awakened, his friend Adam hanging around. "Hey guys," Adam greets them, "either of you in the mood for giving head?" "I'll give you head," Kev replies. Approaching Adam, he turns his hand, flicking it at Adams crotch, his fingernails slapping harshly against his cock. "Ooooh fuckin' shit!" Adam cries out, holding his jewels in his hands, bending over. Kirk is laughing his ass off, telling Adam, "I warned you, didn't I? Serves you right!" Not without a sense of humor, John directs to Adam, "I'm feeling kind of horny... mind if I fuck you, Adam?" "Not `this' ass!" Adam retorts. Not waiting around for anything real to evolve, Adam makes tracks, heading out of the dorm room. "Good one, John," Kirk says, patting John on the shoulder. "I'm curious," John goes on to inquire, "has Adam ever had a blow job?" "Oh sure," Kirk replies, "he swears gay guys give the best head." Giggling, Kev says, "And guess who Adam's best customer is?" Shrugging his shoulders, nodding `no', John waits for an answer. "Jason Dalbec?" Referring to just twenty minutes ago, John asks, "Jason-the-guy-in-the-hallway-who-just-kissed-me?" Instead of Kev's reply, Kirk speaks up, "Jason Dalbec kissed you? If I were you John, I'd gargle for an hour. You never know where Jason's mouth has been!" "What is he talking about, Kev?" "Don't let Kirk get you all riled up. You're not going to get sick or anything," Kev assures him. Kirk adds, "Sorry if I made you nervous, John." As a sly suggestion, Kev tells Kirk, "Yeah, kiss and make up now!" "Okay. If it'll make you happy, Kev," Kirk replies, walking up to John, placing both hands on each side of his face and hooking up lips. Breaking away, John exclaims, "But you're not gay!" "Yeah, I know, but I think it's hot kissing a guy," Kirk replies. "Have you ever... like tried it with a guy?" John asks. Kirk and Kev exchange glances, Kirk saying the obvious, "I tried it once." "What happened? You didn't like it?" "I got turned on with the kissing," Kirk looks to Kev, "but I couldn't get excited about anything else." "Liar," Kev came out with. "You were as hard as a tree trunk!" "It was you?" John steers his question to Kev. "Oh, I hope this isn't going to come between you two. Kev was just being a good sport, John," Kirk follows Kev's lead in. "No, it doesn't bother me. It just seems strange, a straight guy being with a gay guy in bed. That's all," John levels with Kirk. "But let me set the story straight," Kirk starts in on the straight/gay subject, "I admit I had a raging hardon, but I wasn't the only one!" "It turned you on, giving head to a straight guy?" John asks Kev. "Sure," Kev says frankly, "I have to admit it was turning me on, even though being with a straight guy in bed isn't much different than being with a gay guy." "This is so weird. All the straight guys I knew wouldn't be caught dead in bed with a gay guy." "So they say," Kev tells John, adding, "I'm sure if you ever wanted to try it, Kirk here wouldn't mind doing a reprise!" "Sure. I wouldn't mind helping you out, John." "I can't believe you're not gay or at least bi?" John suggests. "I think we should take this up later," Kev makes a detour. "Um, when did your first class start?" Looking at the clock, John got thrown into a panic, stating, "Shit! I've never been late to a class!" "He needs some clothes, Kirk?" Kev strongly suggests. In whirlwind of frenzy, Kirk rummages through the drawers, yanking out an Abercrombie tee shirt, Kev providing the jeans. With his backpack over his shoulder, Kev gives him a quick kiss and John is out the door. As Kev gets ready for class, Kirk can't shut up about John, saying, "Really nice looking guy you've got there, Kev." "Yeah. Imagine having a tight bod like that and he doesn't even work out." "He's cute too." Kev, sitting on the side of the bed, tying his sneakers, shakes his head, smiling, as he says, "Kirk, how long are you going to delude yourself?" "About what?" "Straight guys don't go around kissing other guys on the lips. They don't think other guys are `cute'," Kev throws out the facts, as opposed to statistics. "Well he is," Kirk says. "Yeah, but straight guys say something like... `he's a nice looking fellow' or even `handsome' would be acceptable," Kev explains. "I don't know," Kirk says, plopping his ass down on the bed. Getting up from his bed, Kev stands, walks across the floor and sits down next to Kirk. "Tell me something, Kirk." "What?" "Why is it you don't have a girlfriend. At least you haven't introduced me to one." "I don't have one. Not yet anyway. I suppose since it's my first year at college, I want to do well, so I spend a lot of time studying." Kev, knowing something Kirk probably doesn't know he knows, visualizes in his mind, often turning on the shared computer, checking the temp files. "Plus, my folks said I shouldn't get involved in a girl. Sure, they want me to father their grandchildren someday, but they said I should get through school first." "The `great American dream', huh?" "Right." "Parents can put that type of pressure on you." "Yeah well, the `rents always gloat about my brother, Keith's family. He's got a nice place back east, family of four, a good job and they love his wife. They're always hoping someday it'll be the same for me." Placing his hand on Kirk's thigh, going on his intuition, Kev asks, "Answer me truthfully, Kirk?" "If I can." Taking a deep breath, Kev pries, "The time when we were in bed together... last fall?" "Yeah?" "Did you want to.... no, did you have the urge to want to do more than hug and kiss?" Flat-out, Kirk states, "I told you, Kev. I'm not gay!" Still in his boxerbriefs he wore to bed, Kirk darts up from the bed, dropping his head to his chest, arms around his middle. Following, Kev gets up, moves to inches between Kirk's back and his bare chest. "You know, Kirk, if you live your life denying who you really are, you're going to learn to hate yourself." Putting a hand on Kirk's shoulder, he displaces it, shifting his shoulder, saying, "You're way out of line, Kev." "Maybe so. Maybe not. Your parents don't live your life. You do." "They wouldn't understand." At least Kev sensed he reached a plateau. "There's no reason why you have to tell them anything now. They're like three thousand miles away. Nobody here is going to report back to your parents about anything you do." "But if they ever found out..." "Who's going to tell them, except you, Kirk?" "My dad would go ballistic!" "How do you know?" Kev asks. "Because my cousin, who's fifteen, came out to his family. It was `my' father who suggested sending him off to military school, to get him away from the environment which was polluting his mind." "Sounds like he's a bit homophobic." "Oh, more than a bit, I tell you," Kirk says. "Well, I've got ten minutes before I head out to class. If you want to talk when I get back, we could." Standing there, in the same position, Kev went to the drawer and fished around for a tee shirt. Lassoing his head with it, he put one arm through the sleeve, then the other. He didn't realize he was being watched until he finished. "How did you know?" Kirk asked him. Taking a few steps forward, Kev stood there in front of Kirk, telling him, "I had the feeling way back in the fall. I know you wanted to do more in bed, but something was keeping you from expressing yourself." "I still don't know," KIrk says. "About?" "Am I gay or bi?" "Kirk, only you can answer that one. I can probably answer part of the question for you. I know you like guys. Your best bet is to take it from there." "On God, what will Adam say?" "Have you given Adam head?" "No way." "But he's your friend. I thought maybe you might have confided in him?" "I haven't told a living soul that I'm gay... or bi... Kev, there's only one guy I would trust telling..." then, looking into Kev's eyes, Kirk reveals, "and I've just told you." Closing the gap between them, Kev slides his arms in between Kirk's ribs and arms, pressing their chests together, matching tee shirt to bare skin, his palms rubbing up and down Kirk's shoulder blades and lats. For all of fifteen seconds, Kirk stands there, his hands at his sides, slowly getting the hint. Not holding back, he follows Kev's suggestion, his palms hugging Kev's back, pawing at his own borrowed shirt. % "I want to thank you for letting me sleep over." "That's it?" Riley asks Juan, as they converse at the breakfast table. "Okay. So it wouldn't probably be as nice if I wasn't sleeping with you." "It's probably me who should be thanking you, for pampering me so." "I liked doing it. Like I said, I like older men. I surprised myself too." "Oh? How?" Riley questions. "Well, you're not the first guy I've been with, but the first guy who is really hairy. I liked the idea of feeling your body hair. It felt good on my tongue, to lick away at it." "So," Riley continued with his subtle interrogation, now that he was getting Juan to open up, "tell me about the men you've been with." "I knew it would come to this." "What's that?" "Telling you all about myself. The reason I told you I was from New Mexico and not New Jersey." "You don't have to tell me anything, if you don't want to," Riley said. "It's a tough thing for me to learn to trust somebody," Juan confesses. "And you think you can trust me, just because I'm a cop?" "You didn't have your uniform on in bed last night. To me, you seemed like a regular person. You weren't trying to be somebody you're not. Also, you trusted me with Tucker." On a lighter note, Riley says, "Yeah. I'll have to give that horse a talking to!" For a moment their eyes locked, smiling. "I'm sure you're going to have to run off in a little while here. As you were saying?" "About what?" "New Mexico vs. New Jersey?" Riley keys him in. "This is going to take me more time than I have, to explain." "You can start now and then finish when you come back to groom Tucker. How's that?" Riley brings up the solution. "Okay. So, yes, I'm from New Jersey. Have you ever been to Bedminster?" "Can't say I've been to New Jersey!" "Well, the area I'm from, the homes are worth more than your paycheck, times a hundred." "How do you know how much I make?" "I really don't, but the point I'm trying to make is...." "I know where you're headed with this one. So, you're family's in the money?" "Exactly, but getting back to my story, I knew I was gay forever." "How long is forever?" Riley asks. "I knew when I was in elementary school. The plain fact. I liked boys - didn't like girls. Some of the boys were cute, but I wasn't interested in any of them. More to my liking, I had a crush on my fifth grade teacher." "Your first `man', I take it?" "Oh, I didn't say anything to him. Besides, I doubt he was into little boys, let alone `boys'. Anyway, sometimes it was tough paying attention to what he was trying to teach us. I always wondered what he looked like without clothes on. Sometimes I would fantasize about him going home with me or me going home with him. And that's all I have time for." "At least I know where your roots lie, in your perserverance of older gents!" "I'm no shrink, but I'd say this is where it started. But Mr. Phelps wasn't the first older guy I fantasized about." "So, I'm the first `older guy' you got beyond the fantasy with, eh?" Riley probes, a toothy grin. Sitting there, staring at Riley, Juan rounded his mouth with his tongue, licking his lips. Riley breaks the sielence, saying, "You aren't going back to not trusting me again, are you?" "No," Juan replied, a hand rubbing over his face, as if washing it. "I don't know how I got myself into it, but I really screwed up." Reaching across the table, Riley grasps Juan's free hand, saying, "Well, this afternoon, when you come back, we'll talk it out." "Riley," Juan gently says, "thanks." "I haven't done anything. You better get going, but a word of caution." "What's that?" "Don't fantasize about me in swim class. I don't want you klunking your head against the diving board!" % Copyright 2007 T. 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