Date: Sat, 24 Feb 2007 13:34:07 -0800 (PST) From: T. Chase McPhee Subject: Natures Ways 03 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 Ways" 03 wriTten by T. Chase McPhee % "Pass it here, Phil!" "No, to me!" Trying to override Aidan's order, twelve year old James Kitchner lost out, but kept in the play of the famous game, `Keepaway'. It was the Squirts vs. Denis and Mark and the smaller guys were giving them a `run for their money', sloshing through the pool water. "Got it!" Mark cried out, passing it. "Here, Denis." Diego managed to intercede. Denis' chest to Diego's back, he clutched the eleven year old right in his arms, his palms keeping the ball from being thrown. "No fair!" Rang out throughout the old barn, converted into a pool and spa. At the same time Seth said it, Denis froze, still holding Diego in his grasp. Then seeing the playing wind down, let him go. It could have also been the scent of pizza! At first Diego, having been brought by Denis, into deeper water, gasped from it being over his head. "You okay?" Denis' mood changed from his attention drawn to the game, switching to the eleven year old's welfare. "I'm okay." "Hasn't anyone taught you how to swim?" "Nope. Not yet," Diego replied. For now, playing around in shallow water was okay for some of the younger boys. As for Denis, while they made their retreat, Matty bringing on the pizza, Denis made for Mark. "Pizza time!" Mark yelled out loud. Denis heard him, but still coaxed him to a quiet side of the pool. "What's up?" Mark guessed something amiss. "Nothing much." "Then let's get some pizza before..." "Hold on a sec." They both stood on the side of the pool, their towels dabbing at their teen bods. "What's up?" Mark reiterated. "Diego.." "What about him?" Not sure where he wanted to head with this, Denis volleyed between a whim or the fact the boy couldn't swim. "This has got to stay between us." "Oh, then this is serious!" Mark gave up hope for first dibs at the pizza and sat down on the end of his lounge chair. Proceeding to do the same, Denis parked his ass on his lounger. "I... I'm not sure how to put this. I don't want to make it sound like I'm a pervert." "Well," Mark states, "like you, I'm eighteen. I think I can handle it." Turning to face Mark, Denis softly says, "When I was hugging Diego, his back to my front, my cock pressed up against his ass and...." "You felt something?" "Yeah. What do you think?" Looking up to the top of the barn, eyeing up the crosspieces, like the hull of a ship, Mark thought. "Hmm...I won't worry about it." "But he's eleven years old and I felt my cock twitching!" "It's easy to fix. Don't do it again." "Yeah I know, but I'm still wandering if I'm going to turn into some perverted sex offender, going after little boys." "Do you feel like you want to go after Diego?" Now Mark stared across the pool, watching the pizza being devoured by the eleven, twelve and thirteen year olds. "No," Denis says after following Mark's stare. "Are you hard now?" Mark switched to looking at Denis' crotch. Force of habit, Denis looked down. "No." "Then don't worry about it, unless you've got some kind of lust where you want to jump Diego and fuck him or something." "That's not even funny, Mark!" "I didn't mean it to be. More graphic here, to prove a point." "I don't have any of those kind of sexual feelings for these of any boys their ages." "Good. Then you've solved your own problem." "Problem?" >From above the two, there stood Matty, inquiring as to why the two didn't flock towards their favorite food. "Nothing," Both teens replied. "You better head over to the pizza before it's all gone." "Let's go," Denis slapped Mark's thigh. Even though he knew he won't get a straight answer, Matty was left with a puzzled feeling. But for now, he had Philip, Aidan, Seth, Diego, James, Caleb and his own, Jeremy, to contend with. One thing Matty smiled about is, from a distance, watching how well Jeremy fit in. % `Crash' came the pile of dishes, an elbow moved in the wrong direction, due to a lack of steadiness. "Are you alright, Justin?" "I...I think." Michael, hearing the breaking of glass, came running. "What's the problem back here?" Going to the sink, Michael wet a cloth and brought it over towards the pot-washing station. He placed it in Christian's hand, who proceeded to dab Justin's face. Asking the problem, Michael already had a theory to why Justin almost completely fainted. He's seen it coming for the last week, the way Justin has been juggling his job here, plus the sales job at his uncle's store, and his job as choir master and organist at church. "I think it's time you called it `quits', Justin, huh?" "Your firing me?" "Michael's right," Christian cut in, "you can't keep on like this. Next thing you know you will be falling asleep in your classes." Michael adds, "Or asleep at the wheel, God forbid?" Knowing them both to be right, Justin concedes. "I suppose." Christian helped him to his feet. "C'mon, if it's alright with Michael, I'll take you home." "Kevin can fill in." Through the swinging kitchen doors, Kevin Spangler appears, whistling a happy tune, gone flat when he sees the broken china. By day, Kevin is the produce manager for Barrs & Bridges', but by starlight, he has been moonlighting at Birdy's Cafe, tending bar. "I can fill in for who?" Looking towards Christian helping Justin to his feet, Michael reasons with Kevin, "I'm giving Justin a `leave of absence' until he can stand on his own feet again." "Anything you need, I'm here for ya," Kevin states. Soon, it's the owner with his lover. "Here for me in what ways?" "Hmm," Kevin begins to follow Michael's lead, "in ways that'll make your head spin." The two kiss quickly, then break when someone calls Michael's name, from beyond the kitchen. % "I was only working there because of you," Justin says. "I guessed that a long time ago." "Why didn't you say anything." "Look, I know your Uncle Seb wouldn't let anything keep you from attending college. He has a very good business in the Army and Navy Store." "Right," Justin acknowleged. "And it's not like we're not going to see each other regularly." "True." "Plus, you've already drafted me into your choir." "Speaking of which, what about Antonio?" Justin questions, putting the thought to the test. "He's cute, but..." "Maybe you're like me." "How's that?" "I dunno. I think I prefer to be a `one man man'." "Yup," Christian says, agreeing. "But I don't think that's how we left him thinking this morning." "Right. I think he thinks we're both madly in love with him." "And vice versa," Justin agrees. "So, what do we do?" "I think it's better to break it off before it gets worse." Christian agrees. Tonight, when Antonio returns to Uncle Seb's house, they'll discuss the situation with him. % "I want you to know I put in a good word for you today." Antonio stops sweeping up the floor behind the bakery counter, attuned to what Andy has just said. "Thanks. I like the job." "Not only the job. I think you are a people pleaser, as well." "I try." "It looks as if you do it effortlessly." "Thanks." "I've gotta get this deli order in. I just wanted to let you know I think credit is given, where due." The twenty-one year old heartily thanks Andy, profusly. "I heard what Andy said." "And you agree with him, Marco?" Wrapping up a loaf of bread, Marco confronts Antonio. "I think you're a very nice guy." "Thanks. You are too." "Only one problem." "Oh?" After smiling, Marco says, "If you keep sweeping the floor that much, you'll loosen up all the tiles." Marco bends down, pulling one up. "I think some moisture must've gotten in here." "Hmm..." "You really think it's the sweeping?" It's more than the cleaning up of the bakery shop keeping the eighteen year old tuned in. "Say, how would you like to come over for dinner tonight, Antonio?" "Dinner? Tonight? Where?" "At Chad and Matty's house." "You're allowed to bring guys home." "Hee heee.. never tried it before!" "Then, I dunno...." "There's always a first time. Besides, you can help cook." "How did you know..." "I heard the way you talk to customers. Remember Mrs. Bigelow?" "Oh yes. She bought loaves of rye, wheat and croutons." "And you know why?" "Why?" Antonio asks. "Your expertise at cooking up the recipe for shrimp and spinach stew you were telling her about," Marco replied. "Oh thaaat!" Marco smiled, as Antonio replied with a more fem attitude of retort, shooing the topic away with his hand. "Mrs. Bigelow was having a rather large gathering and needed some ideas." Smiling, Marco's disposition added to how he was already feeling towards Antonio. It seems since he entered the store, he has set this precedent of friendliness, kindness, all the makings of a charming man, in Marco's eyes and he wanted to know him more. % "How was your day?" "My day was as soggy as they can get, Beary." >From the second great flood in West Richlan history, the school kids had a rather large amount of extended vacation time. But not for the teachers, nor administrative staff. They reported for cleanup, plus help out the insurance adjusters. For the ride home, the two discussed their finds. "Same with most first floor classrooms. Luckily Rectangulaire had loaned the Renaissance costumes to WRCC Actor's Ensemble, escaping damage. However, the auditorium is one hunk of mud." "When do they anticipate opening?" "At our location, no earlier than two months, at least." "That's a lot of school to be missed." "We're not set on having to give up on the education. There's a possibility some of the high school classes can be held at WRCC." "I thought they were strapped for room." "Ever hear of `Spring Break'?" "Aha!" Steve yells out. "I forgot about that most famous time in a college kid's life!" Barry changes the subject, "I hate to ask what your `Spring Break' was like?" "And yours?" Going first, Barry at first smiled. "Oh, did we stumble upon a jolly moment?" "I guess you could say." "So?" As Steve turns the corner, he heads up Bridges Lane. "Not enough time to tell the whole story, but there was a character by the name of Tim Timberbake..." "Not Timberlake?" "Nope. But I tell you Tim could be just as sexy." "Uh-oh. Was he gay?" "I wasn't sure at first," Barry led the story on. "Oh? How did that go?" "Let's just leave it for now at, Tim being a business major and he really knew how to market his wares!" "You?" "Like I said, we're nearly home." "Okay, but I want it all before we go to sleep tonight." "Oh, I'll give it `all' to you Steve. Don't you worry `bout a thing!" It came as comic relief, but still kept Steve on needles and pins. % Copyright 2007 T. Chase McPhee This story may not be sold, nor made part of any collection, without prior consent from the author.