Date: Mon, 1 Oct 2007 16:29:26 -0700 (PDT) From: T. Chase McPhee Subject: Natures Trail 30 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" 30 wriTten by T. Chase McPhee % "Sorry I missed choir practice. You mad at me?" "Nah," Justin replies, unbuttoning his shirt. "Although I'm sure the tenors missed you trying to throw them off key!" Standing there in his white shirt, unbuttoned all the way down, Christian puts his hands on his hips, a smile on his face, saying, "Maybe I should join the kiddies choir!" As if making up for his jab, Justin asks, "Are you trying to look sexy with your shirt unbuttoned?" Then, taking the edges, he throws the shirt over his shoulders, letting it fall off his arms, onto the floor, asking, "Do I look any sexier?" Like the first time, Justin walks over to his lover, places his hands on his torso, moves them up between his arms, his hands moving together when they hit Christian's armpits, skimming over his soft-haired pecs, thumbs brushing over his nips. "Ohhhhhhhhh... you haven't done that in awhile!" "What? This?" Justin teases, catching Christian's nipmeat up in his fingers and thumbs, giving a gentle squeeze and pull. While one hand keeps up the nip-tease, the other sinks down his stomach trail, a finger pushing into his deep navel, then forcing his digits into Christian's pants. The best of both worlds, driving Christian crazy, his nip getting toyed with, his cock now getting a hand job. "I think tonight we should have a little switcheroo!" Christian doesn't complain, as Justin unbuckles his pants, unzips, sets his erection free. Setting Christian down on the bed, he pulls off his shoes, off his socks, massaging each foot. Then, grabbing ahold of both cuffs of his pants, he gives them a heave, stripping them off. He smiles, seeing Christian stretched out on the bed, his briefs sprouting like a teepee. "Oooh shit!" Christian belts out, as Justin opens his mouth, capturing the whole brief-covered shaft, riding down the slopes with his tight lips. "Uck!" Justin says, coming off. "Whatsamatter?" "Dry mouth!" Both giggle, but then the ecstasy returns afterJustin pulls the briefs away from Christian's bod, going down on his eight inch bare pistol. % "I have some dinner ready, back at the house, if you're interested?" "Maybe. I want to finish grooming Tucker first." Standing next to Juan, Riley says, "Y'know, your giving so much attention to Tucker, is going to make the other horses jealous!" With a smile, Juan continues gliding the brush over the horse's black, silky mane. "By the way, Riley, Matt gave me a lift over here today...." "Matt?" Riley questioned, fearing something Matt may have said which could end their sweet little beginning. "Yeah. He mentioned something about some sex games? What exactly was he talking about? Are you and him..." Juan stopped grooming, gazing over his shoulder, staring Riley in the eyes, "having an affair or something?" "What else did Matt have to say?" "Nothing. To be honest, I think he slipped and said `sex games', because after he said it, he tried covering it up. If you two have something going, I don't want to come in the middle. I like Matt and wouldn't want to hurt him or you. So tell me straight." Riley rubbed his chin with his hand. He ran the risk of screwing up royally if he said too much about the sex games, yet he wanted to be honest with Juan. He chose his words carefully, starting with, "First of all, Matt and are friends. Second of all... well, tell me truthfully, Juan. Have you ever had a fantasy?" "Yeah. Once I lay in bed, my hand wrapped around my cock, closed my eyes and pictured Ashton Kutcher licking me all over. Tell you... when I came, I needed somebody's tongue to clean me up! Frankly, I think all of us have fantasies." "Just what I'm getting at. Sometimes guys have fantasies they like to act out and..." "I get it. Matt wants you to act out some of his fantasies. Is that what these sex games are about?" "Yeah. Mostly. So, you're okay with it?" "Sure. Y'know I am kind of hungry. What's on the stove?" % "How are you feeling today, son?" Barry asks, after hugging Denis. "I don't know. I kind of feel like I'm on a roller coaster. Sometimes I feel happy and good, then an hour later this hopeless feeling sets in. Dr. Roberts says it's part of being depressed. He says I have a neutron imbalance." "I think you mean serotonin?" "That's the word he used," Denis says, realizing he got it wrong. "Did he mention to you about taking medication?" "He said something about it, but also he wants to transfer me to a section of the hospital where they have other patients who deal with depression." Then excitedly, Denis asks his dad, "Did you know a lot of guys my age have the same thing?" "I don't think there's an age limit when it comes to depression, but I can imagine young people, your age could develop acute symptoms, with all the things they have to juggle around," his dad confided. "But whatever Dr. Roberts wants me to do, he better hurry up. I've got to get out there and apply for a summer job or they are all going to be filled, plus I have to get back to school. There's not many weeks left before graduation." Snapping his fingers, Barry says, "By the way, I met Jose Vega today." "He is so sweet. Today he dropped by with my missed math assignments, plus some new ones." "I know," Barry replied. "You do?" "The reason behind meeting Jose. He said it took awhile, but he found me and wanted to assure me he was bringing you and Mark your school work." "Well, for a junior, he sure is smart. He helped me with my math like it was Mr. Hanson sitting there, coaching me. He's real cute too." Patting Denis on the thigh, Barry says, "I think you better worry about getting well first, before starting up any relationships, son." As his dad reacted with his statement, it wasn't Jose he was thinking about, as his mind pictured Darryl, instead. Rather than open a new subject, Denis nonchalantly replied, "Okay dad." "Well, I need to stop in and see Mark, so...." "Hey, how come they're not allowing me to visit with my bro? Are they are afraid I'm going to freak out in front of him?" "Dr. Roberts thought it would be wise to give you some space, Denis." "Well, if Mark doesn't want to see me...." "Now you're reading into things, son." "I put him through a lot up on the bluff that day. If it wasn't for me, he wouldn't have gotten the back of his head bashed against the ground." "And if it wasn't for Mark, we wouldn't have you here with us right now, Denis," Barry confides in him, rubbing the teen's arm. As if traveling back to the same day this past week, Denis shakes his head, saying, "I... I'm not sure what I would have done if Mark didn't follow me up onto the ridge. Dad, I think I was going to do something bad to myself." "Like I said, son, the important thing is you didn't." "I guess." "Is there anything else bothering you?" "No. Well yes... graduation and getting a job." "If it's any consolation, your dad called Michael Byrd this morning and asked him to consider you for a position." "Really? Cool!" Denis seemed to recover somewhat. "What about school?" "Your dad and I talked it over. There's an aid in the resource room at the elementary school. Seems he could use the extra money, so your dad and I hired him to come to the hospital and tutor you." "Mark too?" "Dr. Scalia feels Mark can return to school on Monday, exempt from gym and high end activity. If the tests come out alright, he could be coming home tomorrow." "Oh wow. Mark's leaving the hospital and I'm not," Denis sulked. "You both have been diagnosed differently. Do you think you are giving yourself a fair evaluation by comparisons with your brother?" "I suppose not. I wish I were going home." "You will, Denis. All you have to do is listen to Dr. Roberts and follow through on his advice. I trust his treatment for you." "He is kind of a cool guy. I thought when you said he was coming to talk to me, he would be asking me all kinds of questions, like an interrogation. Instead he asked me to talk about myself, saying whatever came to mind. He didn't press me with any questions. He sat there and listened, writing down some stuff." "And did you speak out and tell him everything that was bothering you?" "Yup. I hope you're okay that I told him about Mark and I." "Didn't I say you to tell him anything on your mind, that if you held back he wouldn't be able to effectively treat you?" His dad questions him. "Yeah. I remember." "And?" Lying back, head into the pillow, Denis looked up at the ceiling. "You know he wanted to know what I thought about Mark when I first met him?" "And did you tell him?" "I told him," Denis says, still staring upwards, "I thought it was pretty cool I was getting a brother the same age as me. I even felt it was cooler when I found out he was gay." Then, repositioning himself, turning onto his side, propping his head up on his hand, parking his elbow in the pillow, Denis rambled on, "Y'know, right after we came out to each other, we started talking about doing stuff together. Sure, we hacked away on the idea of whether it was cool or not for two brothers to do sex stuff with one another." "And?" "We were sixteen, more or less strangers. About the only thing we did was kiss each other. It took us about two years to get to where we are now. That day it snowed, during Christmas vacation, you and the other guys went sleighriding... Mark and I stayed home. Remember?" "I do." "I'm not going to go into it all. I told Dr. Roberts about it, but we did more than kissing." "I don't have to know every little detail, Denis." "Well, it's one of the things I wanted to talk to Mark about. We decided not to do anymore sexual stuff, to leave our relationship as brothers and friends, but we still have this like - deep love for each other." "There's nothing wrong with that, son. To love someone else is a valued trait. I think everyone has the desire to love and be loved." Denis' eyes drifted down to the bed, looking at the white sheet. "But something else is bothering you, isn't it, son?" "No," Denis lied. An interval of silence followed, Barry waiting to see if Denis would change his mind, revealing his secret. "Yeah there is something else, but promise you won't get mad, dad?" Denis pleads, staring his dad in the face. "I promise," Barry replies, a slight smile adorning his lips. "Okay. Here goes. There's a guy in my life." "Oh, I thought you broke up with Matt. Have you reconciled?" "We're not mad at each other, but he's not the guy." "You spoke about Jose being cute and all, is...." "It's not Jose. Dad, he's older than me." "One of the hospital staff? A doctor?" "No. Nobody here, but he was here on the afternoon they brought us guys in..." "If you're not ready to tell me, it's okay son." "I think I better tell you while I have the guts to do it. I don't know if Darryl wants it broadcasted, so if you could keep it to yourself... I mean you can tell my dad, too. I know you don't keep secrets." Whether Denis meant to drop Darryl's name or not, Barry searched his memory, picturing every person he came in contact with the afternoon the boys were brought in to the hospital, but none matched the name `Darryl'. "I've left it up to you boys to come out to who you want to, in your own time, I'll let you decide if and when you want to come out as a couple." "I don't think there's any `ifs' about it dad." "So sure already, son? You're young yet. You have years of opportunity to meet a guy." "I know dad, but.... y'know my dad said when he first met you he knew you were the man he wanted to spend the rest of his life with." "Yes, I've heard the story, `from the source'!" Barry replied. Before he digs into his feelings about the mystery man, Denis reveals, "The man I'm talking about is Darryl Tudyk." Barry shook his head, shrugging his shoulders, signifying the name wasn't being recognized. "Officer Darryl Tudyk. He's a cop." "The rookie. Riley's partner?" "Do you remember him?" "Vaguely," Barry replies, trying hard to create an image in his mind. Denis then relays his story to his dad, telling of needing a soft shoulder to comfort him, Darryl providing him with a tee shirt, the hug, then, "I was sleeping, but Darryl stayed all night in my room with me." "Okay," Barry says, more of an image of the blond officer coming to mind. "Now I remember what he looks like." In all seriousness, Denis says, "I care for him dad." Barry sits there, viewing his son, seeing him set in his ways, his arms folded over his chest, showing him Denis' strong will, not appearing to budge on his decision. "I see. Has Darryl been back to visit with you?" "Yesterday, but you're not mad at me?" "I'm not angry with you, but I'm concerned. You've had it rough these past few days. You're feeling vulnerable, you..." "Dad, he likes me too." Avoiding a confrontation, Barry decided to let Denis' will rule. Judging by his instincts, he could detect him standing his ground, without budging. "Well, I guess that settles it then." Then standing up from sitting on the foot of the bed, he says, "I better get down the hall and visit with your brother." He hugged Denis, the teen's lips at his father's ear, saying, "I know I tried doing some stupid stuff, but I feel Darryl is going to be good for me, dad." Barry wasn't giving in one hundred percent, replying, "We'll see." One thing on his mental list, before heading back home, is to track down Officer Tudyk and have a man-to-man talk with him. % With the Tv on, Eric and Tom sat there, watching a DVD, but it wasn't holding Aidan's and Philip's attention, as the twelve and thirteen year olds had charts and reference sheets spread out on the diningroom table, telling Steve all about their project, which was presented today at school. "Oh, so you had to get up in front of the class and present it, then?" "Yup and guess what?" Philip asked. Steve gave the go ahead to answer. "Not only did Miss Duffy like our project, but the class did too." "Yeah," Aidan added, "some of the kids had really dorky projects, but Miss Duffy liked ours because it had to do with getting the community to work on it." "Then," Philip honed in on, "all of our class wanted to be a part of planting the flowers." "Oh really?" Steve replied, adding excitement to the already live-wired preteens. "So, what's the next step in the progress of your project?" Aidan and Philip weren't sure what their dad meant, the look on their faces telling him. "What I mean is, what is the next step towards making it happen?" "Miss Duffy said she would take care of that part." "Yeah," Philip adds, "she said she knows some guys who work for the city." "So, all you have to do is sit back and wait for her then," Steve says. "Oh no. Miss Duffy says we have to find out what to plant." Aidan adds to Philip's statement, "Right and she says to look for plants that come up every year." "Perennials," Steve defines. "Do they have big flowers or little flowers? Do they come up every year?" Philip inquires. "No, perennials aren't the name of a flower, more the class they are divided into," their dad fills them in. "Miss Duffy said we should go to the hardware store and ask." Steve relays, "Oh yes, Mr. Barberio has been in business for years. He knows his plants and should be able to serve as a guide." "Cool!" both boys replied, Philip asking, "When can we go?" "Well, how about Saturday?" Steve answered, feeling the guys would be overjoyed with getting started. "We have to wait all the way til Saturday?" Aidan asks, a whine in his voice. "It's Thursday." Steve replied. "Surely, one day isn't going to make a difference now, is it?" However, he could see their anxious attitudes being stifled, the two, with puppy dog eyes, too precious for Steve not to give in. "Alrightie-then. How about tomorrow after school?" "Cool!" Their spirits lifted up to the heavens, Aidan saying, "Wait til we tell Miss Duffy!" % Copyright 2007 T. Chase McPhee This story may not be sold, nor made part of any collection, without prior consent from the author.