Date: Mon, 4 Jun 2007 11:40:34 -0700 (PDT) From: T. Chase McPhee Subject: Natures Trail 05 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" 05 wriTten by T. Chase McPhee % Sunday arrived and the neighborhood stirred to life, as the sun rose over the town. Somehow, during the night, Scruffy got out of Philip's and Aidan's room and had reported, like he had built-in sonar, right to Max's and Berk's room, behind the kitchen area. Max awoke to a tongue licking his feet, sticking out the end of the bed. "Whatha?" He said, with his rude awakening, sitting up, the covers falling off his upper bod, revealing his almost smooth chest and half the trail down his stomach. At the same time, his partner wakes up, saying, "I'll take him out." "Oh no you won't!" Rising up out of bed, Max puts on briefs, the ones he hurriedly took off last night, picks up Scruffy and then heads out of the room. "Really. I don't mind," Berk tells him. Max replies, "You're sweet, but that's not the point!" Falling back down in bed, Berk closes his eyes and tries to knock off a coupla more cords of wood. In the meantime, Max is enroute to the youngest family members' room. Stepping inside Philip's and Aidan's bungalow, he turns on the light. Both boys come to life, both yawning, Philip scrunching up his nose, as if ready to sneeze. "Okay, who wants to do the honors?" Aidan has the nerve to say to Max, "Didn't you take Scruffy out?" "Responsibility guys. Remember what I was talking about yesterday?" "We remember," Philip speaks for both, covering for his bro. "Tell you what. I'm going to set Scruffy down here. You two battle it out which one takes him out and if he pees on the rug, you two clean it up!" He sets Scruffy down and then closes their door. "We better hurry up!" Philip says, jumping out of bed. "Yeah! He looks like he's ready to pee!" Aidan says, slipping out from beneath the covers. With haste, the two youngsters jump into jeans and tee shirts, stuffing their feet into sneakers, without worrying about socks. They throw on some jackets. In the kitchen, Philip picks up the leash, saying "C'mon Scruffy." Aidan shouts, "Out! Out!" Back in his room, Max stripped off his day old briefs, lifted the covers gently and delicately fit himself back into bed, so as not to disturb Berk. He faced the edge of the bed. Slowly, he sensed the other side of the bed moving, figuring Berk was turning over in his sleep. However, a pair of furry arms enclose over his biceps, body fur touching his back and a pair of lips kiss him on the neck. "It's Sunday. I thought you were sleeping in, Berk?" "Umm... I am." Instead of turning over, he ran his hands all over Max's bod. Slowly Max turns over, facing Berk. "Somehow I doubt that!" A smile forms on his face. After a few more kisses, Max drops his head lower, licking along Berk's neckline, where his chest fur starts. Right away he takes the hint and falls over on his back. Picking himself up, Max leans over his twenty-seven year old lover, his tongue ready for another hairy encounter. His hand probes Berk's pecs, uncovering one of his dark nips. He licks over it. With moans of pleasure, he cups his lips and pulls at both nip and chest hair. "Oooooooooooh," Berk moans with ounces of pleasure. In retribution, he reaches out with both hands take each of Max's nips, softly mashing them. Arching his back, Max enjoys the pleasure, his crotch feeling both of their emotions running wild! % "Beary, time to wake up and smell the coffee!" "How come I don't smell any coffee?" "You probably will soon. Guess what?" "Your horny?" Barry jokes. "Not after last night!" "I give up." "I heard the back door slam shut. Guess who took Scruffy out this morning?" "You mean Max got through to them?" Barry assumes. "Apparently," Steve replies. "I looked out our window and saw them both head out the back, Philip with leash in hand, Aidan carrying a duty bag." "I wonder what it would take to get them to do their own laundry?" "What!" Steve jokes, "And take the priveledge away from Max?" "No. I just think that someday, like Denis and Mark, each of the boys will be headed out on their own." "Scary thoughts," Steve meant, sentimentally. "Yeah, I know what you mean, but the truth is, they may not all pick to go to WRCC. They may need skills like doing laundry." "True," Steve agrees. "I guess we should have a talk with Max." "I think he does a superb job with the cooking, but tell him to lay off the housework." "You're not thinking of cutting his salary?" Steve says, trying to get a feel on Barry's thinking. "Why don't we think of it as a raise." "Raise?" "Max has been really wonderful in the kitchen, keeping it cleaned, arranged to his suiting, shopping and above all else cooking wonderful, nutritious meals." "Plus, getting the boys to at least try to eat liver and asparagus?" Steve muses. Barry giggles, saying, "Plus instill some responsibility in Philip and Aidan?" "Plus helping thy neighbor, Freddie Burris?" "That too. I mean, he's been with us going on two years. I would think the reduction in his duties would compensate. What do you think, Steve?" "I think we're headed in a good direction. Like you said, the boys should have some type of preparation before leaving the nest." "C'mon, we better get ready for church. I can't wait to see Tom and Eric." "That's right!" Steve exclaims, upon remembering. "'Seems like they've been away for two months and not two weeks!" "Seems that way. I wonder how they liked their taste of responsibility?" Steve asks his mate, getting out of bed. Following Steve's direction, to the jon, he says, "Well we didn't get a phone call to come and pick them up!" % "Oh, my aching feet," Christian called out, turning over in bed. His hand felt up the bed. Empty. Next, forgetting about his feet, he was calling out, "Justin?" Trying to step on the rug, he plopped his ass back down, his feet coming back to mind. "Oh, you're up!" Justin said, drying his hair off with a towel. He could tell Christian, rubbing his feet, felt the pangs of their hike yesterday. "It's no wonder." "What is?" "What you were wearing on your feet." "You're telling me. It's as if somebody took a belt and beat my soles!" Christian complained. "Well, if we're going to do anymore hiking, we'll have to get you some hiking boots. They must have a selection at uncle's Army & Navy Store." All the time explaining, Christian is sitting there, Justin's towel draped over his shoulder, his bare pubes staring in Christian's face. Once again, the pain in his feet began to subside. He reached forward. "We don't have time for that now," Justin imformed him. "Besides, from the way you went at it last night, I thought it would have put you off for a day." "Mmmm...," Christian hummed, holding a pillow as Justin reached in the drawer for some briefs and a white tee shirt, "yeah, I'm really enjoying it." "What?" Justin asks, confused. "Remember what I talked about, up on the mountain? About you being on top? Me, the bottom?" "I remember. So?" "I'm just saying it was great last night, the foreplay, kissing, sucking you for the longest time, before you shoved yourself in me." After stepping into his briefs, pulling them up, Justin did stop to reflect on last night's love making. "Yup, I have to say things fell into place, as if we planned it and you made me feel really good there, for quite some time!" "So, you'd say I'm a good cocksucker?" Finding it humorous, the toothy grin on Christian's face and all, Justin changed the direction of the conversation to, "What I'm saying is you better get your butt up and into the shower before we're late to church!" "Okaaaay," Christian whined, but went straight away to the jon. % "Next time it's your turn to hold the bag and I'll hold the leash," thirteen year old Aidan tells his brother, holding the yellow grocery bag of dog poop, dropping it into the trash can, behing the house. Wrinkling up his nose, Philip lodges a difficult-to-respond, "Okay." Entering the back door, Philip lets Scruffy off his leash. The dog immediately bolts for his dish on the floor. It's empty. "I wonder if Max wants us to feed him, too?" "If we do," Philip says, "we'll have to take him out again." Aidan says, not meaning to joke, "Yeah, it's a vicious cycle." "What's that?" Philip asks. "I don't know. I heard it in a movie. I think it has to do with people with broken bicycles." "Oh," Philip replies, accepting the definition. "But he's looking for food." Then, looking around, Aidan notices something else. "Hey, why isn't Max out here, cooking up some breakfast?" Philip, looking at the coffee carafe, where it's generally pissing out the liquid, remarks, "I don't see anything happening here." "It would be steaming at the top," Aidan replies, looking in the same direction. "Hey, I got an idea!" Philip relays to his bro, "Why don't we make our dads coffee?" After squatting on the floor, petting Scruffy, Aidan walks over to the counter, asking, "Do you know how to make coffee?" "Sure," Philip guesses. "You fill this cone-shaped thingy with coffee grinds, load up the back with water and turn it on. Easy enough, huh?" "I guess," Aidan replies. "You look for the coffee and I'll try to find Scruffy's food." Scruffy woofs, complaining about the empty dish. "He must be really hungry," Aidan says. Going through the lower cabinets, Philip goes on a hunt for dog food, while Aidan seeks out the can of coffee grinds. "Here it is," Philip calls out, looking under the sink. "Max is pretty smart, keeping it in an plastic orange container," Aidan says, reaching, on his tippee toes to pull down the fat can out of the cabinet. "Why's that?" Philip questions Aidan. "In case the sink springs a leak?" With Scruffy's round dish in hand, Philip scoops out a bunch of food, asking, "I wonder how much he gets?" "I'd say a couple of scoops," Aidan replies, as he tilts the de-lidded can of coffee grinds are cast over the edge. Since the mouth of the can is wider than the conical catchall, some grinds spill out onto the counter. "Oops," he says, but continues. Instead of taking the carafe out, filling it to the brim with water, then pouring it into the reservoir, he takes the hose extension from the sink, stretches it across to the coffeemaker and starts to fill it. Then, looking over to Philip, his nose scrunches up, having remembered his hand, fitted over the yellow bag, picking up dog remains. "Not that much. Dump a little out." Philip allows a few chunks to drop back into the container. "How's this?" "Wait a sec," Aidan says, retreiving the sink nozzle. Giving the `ok' sign to Philip is enough acknowledgement. Aidan changes the little steel bowl of water. "What do you think happened to Max?" Philip asks. "I dunno. You think they are `doing it'?" "Nah, Philip replies, "Guys only do it in the afternoon or night, like our dads." "I guess Max is sleeping-in," Aidan says, adding, "but I got an idea." "Cool!" Philip replies. "What is it?" "I wonder if Freddie is up?" After flicking the coffeemaker on, the two exit the backdoor, inadvertently letting the back screen door close on it's own. It makes the sound of a shotgun. In no time, the two are running through the grass, headed through the back yard, to Diego's and Seth's house, to test out Aidan's theory. Arriving, they bang on the back door and wait. Seth is seen through the screen. "What's up guys?" "Got anything to eat for two starving boys?" Aidan asks. Excitedly, because of the wonderful breakfast Freddie has prepared, Seth immediately invites them in. "You should see what Freddie's got cooked up for us!" Max has already prepared Freddie for what could possibly happen one day. He's filled Freddie in on how, nearly two years ago, Diego got tired of waiting for his dads to get up and make breakfast, so took on the easy `out', at first tapping on the back screen door of the Clark-Barr household. Then, becoming so routine, entering without a whim, coming around mostly for breakfast, but sometimes other meals. When Seth was adopted, he already had an `in' for freeloading, so followed right behind. "You must be the Clark-Barr children?" Freddie asked. Seth cuts through the red tape and announces, "This here is Aidan and Philip, our bestest friends!" "Nice of you two to join us for breakfast," Freddie says. "Thanks," Aidan offered for the two, before even sitting down. Philip says, seeing two places already set, "Looks like you are expecting us." Little did the boys know, Freddie had the extra places set for Alonzo and Callan! After they sat down, Freddie came to the table with a platter, bacon lined along the edges, scrambled eggs in the middle. Before he offered, he cleared his throat. Diego and Seth look at Aidan and Philip. Rather then Freddie saying it, Diego instructs the two, "You have to put your napkin in your lap." Stealing the vanilla-white napkin from under the fork, they each place it on their laps. "Thank you," Freddie says, with a jolly giggle. After dealing out strips of bacon and spoonfuls of scrambled eggs, he asks, "Orange juice or prune?" "Prune?" Both Philip and Aidan respond, smooshing up their noses. "As I thought," Freddie takes their order. "Where's Amigo?" Philip asks the whereabouts of their dog. "Oh," Diego tells him, "Freddie put him in his room. He says we have to break him of the habit of feeding him from the table." Aidan informs them, "Something Max would scream at us for!" Freddie's glad to hear he's not the only one inforcing good rules. Not being around the younger set, he's been improvising, hoping Diego and Seth will go along with the way he likes to run things. So far there hasn't been any argument to the contrary. "Phone!" Seth calls out, when he hears it ringing. Freddie comes out of the kitchen, into the diningroom, clutching a remote phone, saying, "Yes, they're here." Cupping his hand over the receiver, Freddie says to the boys, "It's your dad." Aidan says, "Tell him we're here!" Freddie smiles, the obvious seeing Steve has called. He then responds to Steve's directive, "Oh yes, I'll send them home in two minutes. They are just finishing up their breakfasts." As soon as he cuts off the call, Freddie tells the boys, "Your dad wants you home in two minutes." First Philip, then Aidan look around for a clock. "It's a figure of speech," Freddie tells them. "What's that?" Seth asks. "Like an estimate." Still, the four boys are looking to the twenty-four year old, beefy cook. Spelling it right out, he tells them, "I said two minutes, but what I meant is to finish up quickly and then hightail it out of here." "What happens if it takes longer than two minutes?" Aidan inquires. "Then you didn't hurry enough and there's a chance your dads could be angry at that." "Yikes!" Aidan replies. Philip says, "We better hurry up and woof this down!" Not only does Philip and Aidan start shoveling the eggs in their mouths, but Diego and Seth do the same. At another time, Freddie will bring up the fact that `shoveling' is not good manners! % "Shit! The `rents!" Kevin jolts awake, at John's exclamation, throwing the covers off himself. "Shhh... you'll wake up... oh, he's gone," Kevin says, looking over at his dorm roomie's empty bed. Watching the eighteen year old climb over him, Kevin smiles, remembering last night, as John focuses in on this morning, sticking his hand in his jeans pocket to fish out his cellphone. "First time you didn't show up at home and didn't call?" Kevin asks, leaning on an elbow, taking in the contours of John's nude bod, just like when he drew him on paper last night, then filling in details, like the smooth chest, adorned by two small peaks, the stomach indentation, hair and flesh defining his pubes. Putting his hand up, like a traffic cop, John signaled to hold off for a moment, as he began talking. "Whew! That was a close one," John said, folding his cellphone in half. "Why? What happened?" "The `rents just got up... didn't even know I wasn't in bed." "They bust you for it?" "Not really. Well, alittle. Dad said make sure I call the next time to tell them I won't be coming home." Lying in bed, John standing no more than two feet away, eyed up the bod he sketched last night, thinking of not only the pencil applied to his sketch pad. "What?" John asked. "I was just thinking," the nineteen year old replied. "Of?" After a quick smile, Kevin replies, nodding in the direction of John's pubes, "Of tasting you last night." "Yeah, I meant to ask." "What?" John proceeds, "Your mouth kept me entertained for quite awhile. You do this often?" Nudging his shoulder forward, Kevin replies, "Done a coupla guys. High school, a few dudes around here." First straddling Kevin, to gain access to the bed, he falls into the mattress, regaining his place between the nude figure and the wall. "Well all I can say is, you've got a talented tongue there." He really meant it a serious comment, but it struck Kevin as funny, so he reacted. "You crack me up, John." "Oh?" Kevin switched from lying flat, to his left side, parking his left elbow in the mattress. His stomach grazed the side of John's right arm. As he chatted, his hand rubbed John's stomach, feeling up the little blond hair, which would someday form a nice trail. "Seriously, you really enjoyed the blow job I gave you?" "Let's just say I've never had a guy take more than five minutes to get me off." "I wasn't sure..." "Of?" "If you liked a slow build up or..." "Usually all a guy wants to do is make a quick blowjob out of it... like he doesn't have any self control... like all that matters is he takes my creamy load down his throat." A slight smile creased Kevin's lips. He could see John being more serious-minded. "Or up the ass?" "Haven't done that yet," John admits. "I'm in no hurry. I heard a guy say one time he's saving himself for that one special man. I've adopted it for myself. Sure, it prolly feels great shoving my cock up a guy's ass, but I'm holding out." "Look, I'm sorry I put the pressure on you. I didn't mean that we should hurry things along or anything." "And I'm not insinuating, Kevin. I just want to take it slow." "Does that mean you want to, um... like develop some kind of relationship." "Sure. I'd like to date you, if you can take the pressure." "I don't get you," Kevin asked, a question showing on his face. "Well," John justifies, "I'm a senior in high school. You're a college dude and..." Kevin shucks it off, "Let them talk. See if I care." To leave an impression, Kevin leans over, pressing on John's stomach to gain leverage, stretches his neck and shoulders to reach John's face with his lips. to be continued... % Copyright 2007 T. Chase McPhee This story may not be sold, nor made part of any collection, without prior consent from the author.