Date: Sat, 6 Oct 2007 14:01:28 -0700 (PDT) From: T. Chase McPhee Subject: Natures Trail 31 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" 31 wriTten by T. Chase McPhee % "How's the job search going, guys?" "We made the rounds yesterday. Why Maury? Hear of anything opening up for us?" Jim Faulkner questions. "Nothing from this end, except..." Connor and Jim stop crunching their Froot Loops, ears attuned to the forthcoming news. "I hear the country club is looking for two able-'bodied' young men for `various' positions." "Waiters?" Connor asks. "Waiters," Maury names on his fingers, "lifeguards, gym personnel, lockerroom attendants..." "Hmm... I bet there's plenty of eyecandy for the lockerroom attendants!" Jim says. "I'd prolly have a woody all day!" They all laugh at Connor's suggestion. "I hear they give nice tips for blowjobs," Maury suggests, wiggling his eyebrows. "Oh yeah?" Jim asks, "Who's your source?" "Various students from WRCC." "Name one," Jim provokes. "I can't do that. I have privacy standards," Maury replies. "He's full of baloney," Connor tells prodding him for a name. "Okay, but this is only between us, get it?" The two high school seniors agree, all ears. "Well it's no secret who the dorm cumdump is..." "Cumdump?" Connor pursues. "Yeah. A fellow by the name of Jason Dalbec." "Have you talked with him personally, Maury or is this all talk?" The two eighteen year olds wait for an answer, as a broad grin covers Maury's face. "He's done you?" Jim suspects. "Once," Maury replies, still a grin on his face. "Only once?" Connor gets wise. "Okay. More than once." Jim probes for more of an explanation. After telling them about the party Jason's father had at his mansion, an art event, Maury tells them some intimate information, "When I asked one of the waiters at the party where the jon was, Jason apparently overheard him. I was already onto him following me up the grand stairway, keeping his distance. Hee hee, I stopped my ascent on purpose, looked over my shoulder and he pretended to be straightening a picture frame on the wall. You should see it, a whole wall full of the Dalbec dynasty." "Yeah, that's nice Maury, but want to get to the good part?" Jim says sarcastically. "Yeah, well, I continue on my way and ducked into the room. Only, it wasn't the jon. I had mistaken a bedroom for the jon. I opened the door and realized my hand was on the wrong doorknob. From three feet away, Jason says, `You've got two more rooms to go... on your left.' Well, the way he said it, I just knew he wanted more than to issue me directions..." "Your `kinky-dar' was on, Maury?" Connor asks, giggling. "Yeah," Maury replied, continuing, "so I baited the hook, leaving the jon door open a fraction of an inch and reported inside. I stood there at the toilet, my pants unzipped, cock out and ready to pee." "Did he take the bait?" Jim asks. "What do you think, dah?" Connor answers. "I dunno," Jim says. Maury cuts in, with, "He sticks his head in almost as I'm ready to pee, asking, `need help?'" "Wow! I can't believe you had him pegged!" Connor exclaims. Jim coolly says, "We're talking about a `pro' in his field, Conn, dah!" "So, you're ready to pee... then what happens?" "He steps in, locks the door behind him. I toy with him, asking, `what's your pleasure?' He says, `I like cock'. I then ask, `How so?' Jason replies, pointing to my torso, `I can take care of `that' for you, for starters.'" "You mean before you pissed?" Connor asked, not sure. "I had to go pretty bad, but at the same time my testosterone levels began kicking in. I turned from the toilet, letting my ten inch tool hang down. I knew I had him when he licked his lips." "Sounds like it," Jim replied. Maury probably also sensed Jim and Connor closely following the story, with one hand on their breakfast spoons and the other in their laps! "No pun intended, Maury, but can we get to the climax?" Jim chuckled. "What's your rush? A good story's gotta `build'," he said, tilting his bod to the side, looking under the butcher block table. The eighteen year olds hands froze from their stroking. "Don't stop on my account!" He says, straightening himself up. "Will you just get on with it?" Jim barks. Connor, looking up at the clock says, "If we're late to school, it's your fault!" "Don't worry. I'll give you a note `from daddy'!" Both began to badger Maury, so he continued, "Okay, okay, so I told him to be a good boy and strip off his clothes." "Boy?" Jim questions. "This wasn't while he was in college?" "Before college. Jason was a senior in high school. I don't play with little boys." "So far, you haven't told us!" Connor states. "And you wouldn't hear me mentioning it. I've never played with a guy who was younger than the legal age, eighteen, except when I was the same age!" The two knew this opened Maury up for more scrutiny, but their glance to the clock, plus to keep their crotches active, they needed to hear the conclusion of Maury's tale. "Okay, so," Jim recaps, "Jason was an eighteen year old senior, prolly ready to graduate, right?" "He had a few months to go. Anyway, I was getting harder by the minute, watching him do a striptease in front of me. Without asking, he advanced and placed both knees to the tiles..." "Wait... you didn't pee yet?" "Right." "I don't know if I want to hear the rest," Connor says, placing his stroking hand on his bare stomach, rubbing it around in a circle. "Oh c'mon Conn... Maury's told us lot worser stuff!" Waiting for the go ahead, Maury looked to Jim, then continued, "So to spare the `weak-stomach-one' here, I let loose with my first load, letting him take it down in a nice slow stream..." "Jason drank your piss?" Connor asks, his lip turned up, to evoke a disgusting nature of things, pushing the remainder of his Froot Loops away from himself. While on the subject, instead of toning it down for Connor's benefit, Maury started getting a kick out of Jim, all ears. "He sucked on my cock to get every last drop out!" "I think I'm gonna be sick," Connor said, both hands on his stomach, making like he's ready to upchuck. The whole while, Jim is laughing, saying, "Get a grip, Conn!" "I could tell he's done this before," Maury starts in again, "'cause then he reaches up, unbuckles my belt, unfastens the button holding my pants up, peels them off my torso, gently forces my cock, still hard, back in my briefs, gracefully lifts the elastic of my briefs over my package, moving them down to where my pants are around my knees. Then, as he's getting into sucking my ten inches of rock hard meat, his hands are working up under my shirt." "Betcha you love it when he goes for your nips!" Connor jokes. "Oh you better believe it. Yeah, he found one of my feel good spots alright. After that, he always knew where to plan his attack." "After that?" Jim questioned, not sure if Maury meant `same day service'. "What could I do?" Maury posed to them, "Jason is one helluva great cocksucker! Took my cum down without spilling a drop... drained every last bit!" "So this wasn't your last time with him?" Jim asks, his own tool hurting for release. "We meet occasionally." "Occasionally?" Connor asks. Jim says, "And where? We've never seen him here, Maury." "One or twice a week he'll come to my office and give me a sweet tonguing. But hey, maybe since you two guys will be attending WRCC, I should invite Jason over to get acquainted!" "Might be cool," Jim replies. "Sure. Maybe he'd like to spend the weekend... keep our balls drained!" Connor jokes. "Will he drink my piss?" "Jim, you can't be serious?" Connor asks him after making the remark. "Sure. Jason will do anything I tell him to do," Maury says. "If I tell him, he'll do anything for you guys, too." "Cool!" Jim says. "But you have me to order around, Jim," Connor says, feeling a bit jealous. "I know," Jim replies, adding, "but I thought I'd like to try feeding him my stream of piss. Might be cool." Seriously looking at Jim, Connor says, "If it means that much to you, I'd do it. But only for you, Jim." "Nah, forget it. It's not that important," Jim replies, smiling back. "Well I've gotta get goin' here," Maury says, rising up from the table, bowl and empty coffee mug in hand." "Us too," Connor replies, after glancing up at the clock. Maury reminds them, "Don't forget about the country club." They thanked him for the tip, then hustled up the stairs. % "Good morning!" The sing-song voice came from the doorway, as the oak door swung open. Seeing the figure holding a bouquet of yellow daisies, Denis quickly uncovered his bod and slid out of bed. "They're beautiful, Darryl!" Denis replied, taking them from him. "Don't I get sumpthin' for them?" Between their chests, the flowers sat as the two hugged, kissed. After Denis took the top off the water pitcher, he dunked the stems of the daisies, fixing them loosely about the edges. "You're a born arranger!" Darryl said with a smile. "At least I'm good at something," Denis replied. "I bet you're good at a lot of things," Darryl said, trying to boost his morale. "I guess. Look Darryl, I've gotta tell you something," Denis relayed, sinking into a serious mode. "C'mon. Sit over here." Denis led Darryl over to the bed, instructing him to sit on the foot of the bed, where so many times his dads or Jose have sat to gab. "So, what's this all about, causing you to lose your smile?" "Darryl, I don't know if you're going to hate me for this, but...." Denis' chin fell to his chest, then weakly raised it, confessing, "but I told my dad about us." A quaint smile crossing Darryl's lips, cued Denis into the fact he wasn't angry. "I figured as much, when your dad came down to the station, looking for me," Darryl says. "My dad? You saw him? What'd he say?" "Well first, I didn't get angry at you for telling your dad about us, alright?" "Right," Denis said, feeling this out. "So, I don't want you going and getting angry at your dad for coming to talk with me. Deal?" "Yeah. Okay," Denis agreed. "What did he want?" Darryl sat there, staring at Denis for a few seconds, til he rendered, "At first he asked me not to visit you at the hospital anymore..." "What the fuck?" Denis replied, his heart beating faster. Reaching over, taking Denis' forearms in his, Darryl said, "Shhhh now," as if quieting a baby, "it's not worth getting upset over." "What're you kidding, Darryl? You're like the best thing that's happened to me and my dad doesn't want you coming here to see me anymore?" Denis replied, almost like he was ready to cry. "It's not going to happen... I'm still coming to see you... I'm here now, aren't I?" It was enough of an explanation to start working in the positive, on Denis, as he said, "Yeah. So..." "Believe me. You weren't the only one perturbed. I told your dad I had an interest in getting to know you. I went into the old adage, `love at first sight', telling him maybe it's not love right now, but I definitely like you and want to pursue seeing you." "I can't believe he was so against you. When he left here, he was like, it was cool." "Look, I don't blame your dad. If I was a father, I'd be interested in protecting one of my family members as well. Your father loves you. You're very important to him. He wants what's best for you." "So, what are you going to do, Darryl?" Smiling, he said, "I'm going to continue to come see you." "What did dad have to say about that?" "For one thing, Denis, I wasn't about to let you go. We sat there and talked for over an hour. I think your dad saw I wasn't a fly-by-night lover. I even stressed I thought it a good idea you had a personal friend." "He prolly didn't think it was a good idea because you're older than me, huh?" Denis asked, as if testing Darryl. "It did come up. I mentioned I didn't think it was an issue. Your dad seemed to dismiss it and we dropped the subject." "So, what's it all mean, Darryl?" "I can see you're still confused, Denis." As he slid his hands down the faint covering of blond hair on Denis' forearms, he clasped their hands together, saying, "Forget everything that happened between you and your dad... the thing between your dad and me... let's focus on the here and now.. and the future. With God's help we're going to get through all this." "You're a religious guy?" Denis quizzed him. "I don't believe you and I are going to make you better, but it doesn't mean you don't have to work at getting better. God helps those who help themselves." "I think I've heard it before," Denis acknowledged. "Trust me, we're going to get through this Denis and you'll be all better. It's going to take time, but you'll see. I bet you'll be back into the swing of things by the time college rolls around, in the fall." "But I've gotta get a job... my schoolwork... I..." "Has your dad mentioned a Mr. Bergne?" "No." "He's a teacher's aid at the elementary school." "Yeah. My dad mentioned him, but not his name," Denis recalls. "I happen to know Mr. Bergne is a very intelligent, kind and easy-going man. He will be good for you." "Oh, so you know him?" A little smile gracing his lips, twisting at his thin stache, his tongue then wetting his lips, Darryl says, "I want to always be truthful with you, Denis, so I figured I should tell you now. When I arrived in town, I met Julian... Mr. Bergne, at a bar. To make a long story short, we made a connection." "You and Mr. Bergne?" Denis said, intent on listening. "Yep. We were both lonely, maybe had a few too many beers and before I knew it, he wound up at my house." "Oh." "It's important for me to tell you. It was a few months ago. We went on to meet a few more times, but then the sexual part of our friendship fizzled." "How?" "The only explanation I can offer is it slowly only became a sexual desire. For a relationship, it didn't have the substance.... well, our attempts at trying to make it work, didn't have anything like I feel about you, Denis." "Really?" Denis asks. "I swear," Darryl replies, crossing his heart with the index finger of his right hand. "Oh, I believe you," Denis said. After a short pause, Darryl tells him, "Well, I've got to get out there and chase the bad guys!" Standing, Darryl travels up the side of the bed, his arms reaching out for Denis, grabbing his shoulders, matching up their lips. "There. Will that hold you til later this evening?" As Darryl heads for the door, Denis replies, "I'll keep thinking about it. Yesterday I couldn't stop thinking about you. I even had a little dream about you." "Well, that's going to have to wait til later." "How late is later, Darryl?" "Not until around nine." "You can't come any sooner?" "If cops could make up their own schedules, there would probably be more cops!" It made Denis smile a bit. Even after Darryl closed the door behind himself, he held the police officer's image in place, still picturing him standing there before him. % "Dad-Steve, don't forget where we're going after school today!" Philip says, as he takes half spoonfuls of his oatmeal mush. "What's happening after school?" Barry asks. "Sorry," Steve apologizes to his partner, "you looked so tired when you came home last night, plus when you filled me in on..." not wanting to mention the incidence of Denis and Darryl, he abbreviated his statement, "you know, I neglected to fill you in on the boys' project." "You didn't tell dad-Barry?" Aidan asked his informed dad. "Sorry boys. I know it's important to you and it is to me. My fault." "That's okay," Philip replied. Then, shifting their attention from Steve, both boys took turns informing their other dad of the project. Aidan finished up with, "And dad-Steve said he would take us to the hardware store after school." "It sounds like you have carefully thought up a plan of attack?" Barry asks the two youngsters. "Yup," the boys answer, Aidan further saying, "We better get ready for dad-Callan." Looking to Steve, Barry asks, "Callan's picking them up?" "I forgot to mention it. He called while you were still upstairs. He's on the early shift at the hospital and wouldn't mind dropping them off on the way." Having to run off to his cooking class earlier this morning than usual, Max left the kitchen on `auto', which meant each person was in charge of cleaning up after themselves. The dads watched as the clock on the wall, sent Aidan and Philip into action, scraping their bowls out into the garbage, the last remnants of the oatmeal, rinsing them and placing them in the dishwasher. More impressed, the dads were astonished when Aidan, hovering over the sink and Philip, manning the dishwasher, worked as a team to handle their dad's, Eric's and Tom's dishes, as well. "Looks like Max is getting through to them, Steve," Barry comments, to the side. "Yeah. Today the dishes, tomorrow the world!" % "Hey, Tony, you've got to say something to Coach Hollister," Matt says, sitting on the wooden bench, in the lockerroom, his speedo at his knees, ready to be pulled up. "Yeah, I've been thinking about it," Tony Gagliardi agrees. Standing with hands crossing under his pecs, his deep innie, the dark, thin treasure trail almost staring Tony in the face, Jason Dobbs leans against the locker, adding, "Yeah, coach hasn't been right since we walked out on him the other day, to check up on Denis." Troy, overhearing the conversation, walks around the corner of the lockerroom, to the aisle where four or so swim team members have congregated, adding his two cents, "Believe it or not, call it weird, but I miss Coach Hollister yelling at us!" "Funny," Adam says, "I never pictured you as a masochist, Kostellic," he says about Troy. Throwing a wink in Adam's direction, Troy jokes, "I'll take that up with you later, Metcalfe!" "Really?" Adam says seriously, "I was only busting on ya!" The six foot Greek swimmer wiggles his eyebrows, making Adam think twice about what he said. "Knock it off guys," Matt butts in, "we've got to find a way to win coach back." "Does it really matter?" Nils gives his opinion. "We only have this one swim competition, then it's over!" Matt confronts him, replying, "Your attitude really sucks, Nils. Did you even stop to think about next year?" "I don't really give a fuck. I'm transferring out anyway!" Tony had to jump up, pin Matt's back to the metal lockers, meeting him chest to chest, blocking the eighteen year old from taking shots at Nils. "This is not settling anything, Matt," Tony told him, as he held Matt's wrists up above their heads, glued to the beige metal. The intellect of the group, Jason raises his voice above them all, saying, "We should turn off our anger and turn our thinking towards focusing on the problem, guys." Taking another dig at Nils, Matt, directing over Tony's shoulder, says, "I'm focusing on `the problem' all right!" Nils says, uncrossing his arms from over his pecs, throws them up in the air, responding, "You want to get rid of me... fine! I don't know why I even associate myself with a bunch of losers!" Tony was on his guard, as Matt's head turned to watch Nils leave the assemblage. Near silence filled the corridor of lockers, as they listened to a locker door slam shut, then the door to the lockerroom. "I can't believe he really walked out on us," Adam comments. Troy, not hiding the truth, nor his feelings for Nils, tells them, "No loss. I myself, kind of got tired of hearing his negative comments." Agreeing, Tony assesses, "Yeah. He was always trying to drag the team down." In a final statement of declaration, Matt renders, "I've always wanted to take a pop at the asshole, whenever he opened his mouth." "I think you have bigger problems, buddy," Tony says to Matt, looking at his left pec. "What?" Matt inquires, pulling at the left side of his chest, with his right hand. Stretching his eyesight, he looks at his nip. "So?" "So, you're getting sloppy," Tony tells him, literally to his face, still inches from his. "This little bit of hair? It's like less than a quarter of an inch long, Tony!" "I think we all need to beef up our act," Tony leads them. Suddenly, the hall length of swimmers are studying each others bods, making a `hair-check'. "Prime example," Tony points out, pinching the top of Jason's navel, pulling up on it, to clue in the others. "Owch! That hurts," Jason Dobbs says, his hand on Tony's, trying to pry it off, as the others shake their heads, shaming the nineteen year old for not shaving off his dark treasure trail. Letting go, a red mark is left at the top of the teen's navel. "I remember when coach used to line us up for inspection." "So, what's you point, Adam?" Matt asks. Shrugging his shoulders, Adam says, "Nuthin', except coach used to take a lot of pride in us." "Yeah," Tony giggled, "remember when he said the hair on my abs had to go? He slapped it, leaving a red hand print on my stomach?" Matt says, "Yeah. It's the first time I ever saw you lost for words, Tony." Adam states, "And what other coach would let his team have a beer party in the wrestling room after a competition?" Each threw in their little tales to tell of an instance when Coach Hollister became their image of `hero status'. "Well," Tony puts his hands on his knees, pressing down on them to lift his bod, "I got us into this mess, so I better go make things right with coach." "We're all behind you, Tony," Matt spoke up for the team. Following Tony, those needing to cover up their asses, donned a speedo. Matt actually walked at Tony's side, using Tony's shoulder for an armrest. % Copyright 2007 T. Chase McPhee This story may not be sold, nor made part of any collection, without prior consent from the author.