Date: Mon, 2 Jul 2007 12:50:24 -0700 (PDT) From: T. Chase McPhee Subject: Natures Trail 08 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" 08 wriTten by T. Chase McPhee % Monday morning, the sun crept up the wall of landscape, it's rays peering in through the miniblinds in Steve's and Barry's bedroom. As usual, Steve was the first to awake. "Time to wake up and smell the coffee!" Came his usual greeting, followed by a quick kiss to Barry's cheek. Barry, stuffing his head under a pillow, sarcastically moans, "Has `hell week' started already?" Steve reaches over and removes his tool of hibernation, saying, "C'mon now. Somebody's gotta show some initiative here. Think positive?" Thinking over days past, Barry fesses up to Steve's rationale, saying, "There's a job to do, so I suppose somebody's gotta do it!" "Thatta boy," Steve says, patting Barry on the shoulder. As most mornings went, Steve headed to the jon first, did his `toilet-thing', but hesitated to turn on the shower. Instead he deviated from the routine, donned his bathrobe and left the room. "Where you going?" His other half asked. "Be right back." Upon returning, Barry was already in the shower. Steve set one of the mugs of coffee down on the jon vanity, took two sips of the other, set it down, then proceeded to join his lover. "Room for me in there?" Barry moved his wet bod forward, as Steve stepped over the tub wall. Usually it was the other way around, Steve handing Barry the bar of soap over his shoulder. Steve though proceeded in the same manner as Barry had with him, soaping up the back, running his hand in the crack, circling his bod with both arms, soaping up chest, stomach and pubes. They didn't have a lot of time in the morning to get ready, but they took the time for one of life's little amenities. Before washing off all the soapy suds, they hugged, kissing, sometimes doing the French variety, depending how involved they wanted to become. "By the way, did you see how Freddie's eyes were all over you?" "Me?" Barry asks. "Yeah. It was like a bear-to-bear response." "Oh? How do you know he's hairy like me?" "Well, he's got a hairy chest at least. I could see that." "Checking him out, Steve?" "His collar was down two buttons. It was tough not to notice all that dark, curly hair on his chest." "Attracted to another bear, are we?" Getting all melancholy, Steve replies, "There's only one Beary for me." Their shower love-making continued, until they heard a little knock on the shower door. Philip's voice asked, "Dads are you in there?" Barry stuck his head out, asking a cool, "What's up, Phil?" "You didn't come to wake us up, so I came to tell you." Without another word, Philip turns and walks out. Steve questions, "Time to soak some money into alarm clocks?" "I don't think I'm that anxious to see them grow up." "You've got a point there." As it stood, Philip made it his job to walk around, wake up Tom and Eric, then head off to Denis' and Mark's bungalow. At first he knocked softly, but didn't hear a peep, so shimmied the door open. His eyes just about popped out of their sockets, when he saw the two teens in the same bed, Mark spooning Denis. What made matters more shocking, the sheet had accumulated at the foot of the bed, lying bunched up on the floor. Philip could see Mark's pubes almost molded perfectly with Denis' ass. "Holy cow!" Philip exclaimed, closing the door, not worrying if they were awakened. Instead he raced back to his own room. Waking Aidan, as if disaster had struck, Philip yelled at him, "Guess-what-guess-what-guess-what?" "Whaaat?" Aidan replied, wanting to get more sleep. "Guess what I seen?" This time Philip didn't get any signs of waking from his brother. "Mark and Denis are laying in the same bed and I think they were `doing it'!" "What?" Came Aidan's sudden reply, sitting up in the bed. "Yup. There they were... Mark laying, turned on his side..." "Wait. Slow down." Aidan was still in a slow mode, while Philip was blurting out the facts, all reved up. He stopped to take some gulps of breath. "Now, what?" Aidan gave his undivided attention, a bit keyed up himself. "In Denis' and Mark's room. I went to wake them up. Mark's lying on his side with his cock facing Denis' ass. I betcha they done it!" "You think?" Philip shrugged his shoulder, replying, "Yup!" "This I gotta see!" Aidan said. Hauling himself out of bed, the two stalkers left their room and headed for the bungalow more off to itself. They crept up the three stairsteps leading to a landing. The door was closed. Aidan reached for the handle. "What happens if they're awake?" Aidan asks. "Tell them dad's not coming to wake them up!" Liking Philip's answer, Aidan slowly opened the door. They both got more than an eyeful. Unlike Philip had found them, Mark was lying on his back, Denis half on top of him, kissing him. Both boys, eyes wide as saucers couldn't help but exclaim, "Holy cow!" in unison. "Get outta here ya little creeps!" Denis, reaching down on the floor, pick picking up a sneaker, heaved them at the two, hitting the back of the door with a thud. Running like wildfire, the two hightailed it back to their bungalow, ran in and slammed the door shut. They repeated over and over, "Holy cow!" % "Is it Monday morning already?" Justin asks, just coming awake. Sitting in the armchair, donned in a pair of briefs, Christian finishes pulling on his second sock. "Only for us guys who've got to work for a living!" At the same time, Christian rises out of the comfy chair, walks the three feet to the bed, kneels and kisses his lover. "That all I get?" Justin questions him. "I'll be lucky if I get to Birdy's on time... more later?" Backing down, Justin says, "I guess." After a pause he asks, "I thought Michael said business was slow?" "Right," Christian says, pulling on a pair of dark chinos, "but I'm opening today. You know what that means?" Justin shook his head, "No. What?" "He gets to spend half the morning in bed, with Kevin!" "Not from what hear. I saw Chad Barr in church yesterday." "Oh? How did the grand opening go?" "He said it's the highest grossing day's sales since the conversion from Donovon's to Barr's & Bridges." "Wow! Good for them. So, what does this have to do with Kevin Spangler?" "He's their produce manager. Chad said they were nearly wiped out of product." "No way." "Yup, even though the department has nearly doubled in size, from what I hear, they had plenty of produce on hand." "Hmm..." Christian thinks on it, than a big grin fills his face. "What's that devilous grin for?" "I was just thinking. I betcha Michael has been looking forward to sleeping in, relaxing with Kevin this morning and now he's a loner, while Kevin's run off on call." "Yeah, I know the feeling!" Justin says, as Christian gives him a sappy look. Having dressed, from ankle to waist, Christian approaches the bed for the second time, saying, "I guess we can't let rumors fly... your man don't treat you right!" Even though Christian sported a tent in his pants, when Justin went to unzip him, he said it would have to wait for later, after he glanced at the clock. "If Kevin's not there, then Michael can open." Feeding his arms into the white shirt, Christian replies, "It doesn't work that way." "I know," Justin conceded. Disarming Christian, he hugged a pillow. Buttoning up his shirt, then tucking it into his pants, Christian jokes, "And don't think about wasting all your sexual energy on that feather pillow!" He wound up getting the pillow thrown at him, as he dodged out the door. Coming back to get his shoes, he bid his lover goodbye, kissing. % "Problem guys?" Steve asks, opening the door to Philip's and Aidan's abode. The twelve and thirteen year olds look at each other. "We've gotta get a move on it. Somebody talk?" "You tell, Ai." Philip says. "You saw them first," Aidan squacks back. "Saw who?" Steve asks. Philip comes through, saying, "Remember when I said to you, in the jon, you didn't come to wake us up?" "I remember something said." "Well, I went to wake up Tom and Eric." "And?" "Nothing," Philip says, "they woke up." Continuing, "Until I went to wake up Denis and Mark." "And?" Steve questions him again. "Denis was sleeping with Mark at his back!" Speeding up the facts, Aidan jumps in with, "And then we saw them kissing!" "Wait a minute. I thought Philip went to wake them up?" "He did." Then Aidan and Philip both realize they shouldn't have done such a decent recall of followup. "So, where do you come in?" Steve points to Aidan. "Y'see," Philip says, "Aidan didn't believe me, so he had to come see for himself." "Really? Do you think spying on your brothers is right?" Steve tossed out the question to them. Solemnly both responded, "No." Aidan added, "I guess not." Steve left it at that, going to leave the room. Philip pipes up with, "Is it okay for brothers to kiss and do other stuff?" Steve didn't have time for discussion, so said, "Can we take up this discussion later, boys?" "Sure, dad," each said. Going back to his own bedroom, Steve reported, as soon as his foot was in the door, "Remember the little talk we were going to have with Denis and Mark, but never did?" "Yes. I think we should have it soon. Why?" "Well, Aidan and Philip took it upon themselves to go wake them up and guess what they found?" Barry rolls his eyes, replying, "One bed not slept in?" The conversation, saved by the bell, had Steve picking up the remote phone in their room. Handing the phone to his partner, he cued him, "It's for you. The superintendent." Reaching for the phone out of Steve's hand, he softly said, "Uh-oh." However, the bad news didn't reflect on Barry's face. Instead, he smiled, cheering, a fist in the air, "Alright!" Waiting a little longer, he said, "Best news I've heard all day." "What's up?" Steve asked, after Barry squashed down on the hangup button. "Looks like we'll only be holding classes for two days at WRCC." "Really? What happened? I thought the disinfecting company had to come in and deoderize the school?" "They do, but it's not going to be such a to-do like we thought." Slapping his hands together, Barry continues, "Seems like our church youth group, plus the other volunteers from the fire and police departments, plus other churches and organisations that lent a hand, did most of the work for them." "A thorough bunch of scrubbers, I suppose," Steve guesses. "Apparently," Barry affirmed. "Oh, did you happen to overhear what Mark and Eric were saying?" Barry thought a moment, trying to remember something profound. Then Steve clued him in, "Oh, but I think they told me about it, when you were busy talking to Bernice about the Mustang." Integrating a small amount of laughter, Steve reported, "They told about each other, Eric leading the way with Tom's acquiring a new set of muscles. Then Tom turns tables and says the same about Eric." "Hmm... looks like our boys came out with more than a look at responsibility!" "Oh much more. I think it was just before you came back, Eric tattled on Tom, telling about his new girlfriend." "So, that's why he was blushing," Barry recalled. "Right and I'm sorry I didn't mention it to you sooner. It slipped my mind," Steve apologized. Shooing it away with his hand, Barry asks, "Well, what's her name?" "Penny... Penny Bain." "Hmm... seems to me I've run across that name before." Like one of the teens, Steve replies, "No, dah! You see any number of students during the week, being in the position you are in." "True, but it seems like... maybe she was in `Rectangulaire'?" "Could be. Do you remember her from the `Madirgal Dinner'?" "The only thing I remember from the dinner was that gorgeous hunk, Barry Manilow!" "Really now?" Steve stands with both arms crossed under his pecs. "Don't get your dander up, Steve. You know where my loyalty lies!" Steve changes the subject, "Well, when in doubt, you know what to do when you need information about a student?" Together, they reply, "Agnes!" Upon leaving the house, the two gathered up the crew, squishing them into the van, two to a seat way back and four stuffed into the middle seat, supposedly seating three. Denis snidely remarked, "I can't wait til we get our own car!" Going right along, Mark mentioned the same thing, referring to it as `Matty's Mustang'. Eric, sixteen, broke in with, "Hey, does Aunt Bernice have any more cars hanging around?" Steve looks at the driver, saying, "Oh boy," rolling his eyes, which Barry took notice, as he backed the van into the empty place of the driveway, then pulled ahead, leaving Eric in limbo. % Stepping from the shower, with toweled waist, Justin ran for the phone on the night table, immediately answering, "Hey. What's up Christian?" when he recognized the voice. He went on further to say, "Not again... okay.... okay. I just have to slip a tee shirt and jeans on and I'll be there to bail you out." Finally, an hour later, Christian showed up at Birdy's Cafe. As he went to insert the key to the front door, it swung open. There Michael stood. "Sorry." Michael looked beyond the twenty-three year old, seeing Justin in his car. He waved, commenting, "Don't tell me. Your `junk' broke down again?" Busying himself with throwing on a white apron, tying it behind him, he replied the obvious, "Yeah. Tell ya Michael, I'm tired of it breaking down, especially when I'm on a time schedule and have to be someplace." "Don't I know it!" "I hope I didn't interrupt anything with you and Kevin?" Michael happily reported Kevin was up, showered and out the door with the roosters, adding, "It's that damned bread delivery guy who couldn't keep his finger off the buzzer." "Ivan?" Christian asked. After Michael nodded yes, he again apologized. Chuckling, Michael said, "Oh, I think I gave the kid an eyeful!" "Huh?" "I had just finished up my shower, dove into my pants and was in the process of feeding my hands into my white shirt, unlocking the door before I had a chance to button up." "Was Ivan obvious?" Christian questioned, an idea in his mind. "I pretended I didn't notice, but yeah, he was checking me out." "Ivan's like in his early twenties. Do you think he likes older... I mean middle-aged guys?" "I don't know, but he kept on holding his clipboard in front of him, as if hiding `something'," Michael said, suggestively. "Hmm..." "Why? You didn't notice anything about him?" Christian gave a negative reaction, but as he went about his business, he thought more and more about it, his curiosity beaming, wanting to find out for sure about Ivan Petrov. % Copyright 2007 T. Chase McPhee This story may not be sold, nor made part of any collection, without prior consent from the author.