Date: Mon, 12 Mar 2007 18:56:50 -0700 (PDT) From: T. Chase McPhee Subject: Natures Ways 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 Ways" 05 wriTten by T. Chase McPhee % Their car went over a bump, which seemed to start the conversation off! "So, what do you think of your `cousins', Jeremy?" "They're real cool, especially Aidan and Phil!" "Cool, eh?" Chad asked, knowing the hand-me-down lingo the older Clark-Barr boys had the knack of passing along. "Yup." Being there all day, Matty could have spoke for him. He got little word in, as a parent, plus Jeremy seemed to have very good manners, which cut down in the disciplining, a relief to Matty, rather than a burden. "Tired?" "You bet. All that swimming, then eating, running around. You bet I'm tired!" "What else kept you guys busy?" Matty replies to Chad, "Oh, Denis and Mark, up to their usual shenanigans." "The CPR thing?" "That's another thing," Jeremy butt in, "Mark and Denis taught us how to save a swimmer's life." "They didn't?" Chad replied, knowing the circumstances from last week, involving Diego and Seth. "I really can't tell the difference, if Denis was saving Mark's life or kissing him." Furthermore, Jeremy went on to say, "I'm sincere." "Sincere, are you?" "That's what Aidan called it. He said if a person means they are for real, they are sincere." "True," Chad replied. Soon they turned into their lot, passing through the brick and black, wrought iron entrance. In a minute they pulled up to the front. "Looks like Marco is home." "Sleeping, no doubt, since the place is dark." Outside the car, Jeremy stood before the house, smack-dab-in-the-middle, surveying the long expanse. "Can you tell me where bedroom is again? I think I'm gonna need a map!" "You'll get there. C'mon." "I can't believe I'm being adopted by two dads with a mansion." "Oh, it's not a mansion," Matty corrects the eleven year old. "It looks like one to me." "You'll be able to find your way around in another day or two," Chad says. Venturing through the foyer first, Jeremy braves the dark, except for a little moonlight, to enter the livingroom. "Ghosts!" His wee voice echoed through the room. "There's your ghosts!" Matty spells out, pointing into the room. As soon as Chad switched the lamp on, it cast it's light on two sleeping figures, nestled together on the sofa. "Marco?" Chad disturbed the two. "Huh? Oh? Your home." "Hee heee," Jeremy giggled, at the sight of them without clothes on. Antonio held the yarn-constructed blanket up over the two. Matty made a joke, holding up a pair of tighty-whities. "Who's the size 34's belong to?" "Hi there," Antonio replied, coupled with, "my briefs". "C'mon, let's leave them to their privacy," Chad states, leading the other two through the room, to the other side. "Close call. Do you think they're mad at us?" "Yes and no," Marco replied. "Not this time, but there better not be another time." "Hmm... I wouldn't have guessed it." "Don't worry about it." The two let their cocks and balls swing to the breeze, gathering themselves, re-clothing their nakedness. "How about a snack?" "Sure." One subject they hadn't hit on was where Antonio was staying. "Where was it you lived? A frat house?" "No, though there are other guys there. I live in a three story Victorian, top floor with another guy. He's not gay." "Does he know you are?" "Oh sure. He's okay with it." "So, tell me about this apartment you have." "Not really your standard apartment, actually. There's two very small bedrooms, a shower and toilet." "Sink?" "Nope. We wash our hands under the shower." Marco feels a joke coming on. "Not in the toilet? Soap up, hold your hands and flush?" "Yeah. I call Bob to the bathroom to flush it for me!" "Okay. I earned that," Marco conceded. "I have to start looking for a new place." "Oh well, it's good you have a place to stay while you are." "I know, but Bob says I have to be out by the end of next week." "How does that go? It's his place?" "Sort of. He was doing me a kind of favor, when I came into town. Long story." "I've got time." After placing the coverlet back on the sofa, nice and folded, the two clothed men head for the kitchen. "How about PBJ?" "Sure." "I read where it induces sleep." "Really?" "I'm not joking." "Then I better not. PBJ and driving might not mix." "I have an idea, but I have to run it by Chad." "Just Chad? Why not Matty?" "Oh well, don't let this get around B'n'B's, but Chad really `wears the pants' in this family!" "No way." "Yeah. Wait here. I'll show you." The eighteen year old walks out of the kitchen. Antonio butters up the bread. In five minutes, Marco reenters. "Chad says you can stay the night, but he'll have to think about it on a regular basis." "Regular basis?" "Don't you want to get away from that straight guy?" "Well, I..." "And stay with this bent one?" "Well, sure.. I...." "You like me, right?" "You know I do." "Then, how about shacking up with me?" "Shacking up, huh?" "Chad's way of putting it. From the east coast, where he used to live." "I get the idea. Sure, it would be great staying here." "I don't know how much stuff you have.." "Most of our stuff is Bob's stuff. He was there before me. Wow! A real jon to use." "So, you never eat dinner in, then?" "We have a burner and a microwave. The dishes we do..." "In the toliet?" "No. We're not like cavemen." "They didn't have toliets in their jons." "We wash dishes in the shower." "While you're showering?" "And while we're not showering." "So, do you want to trade the straight life with Bob, for the gay life with me?" "Even if I lived in a mansion, I'd trade it all away." "Ooh, you're so sweet, Antonio, it's pathetic!" The two laugh. % "We'll have to have pool parties more often." "Tomorrow we have a reprieve." "Oh?" Steve asks. "One of Caleb's daddies, Ty, teaches history at WRCC. He's chaperoning the boys for the day, at the college." "Good luck!" "I told him Denis and Mark will be along." "Did you mention to Ty, the possibilities of Denis and Mark attending WRCC, in the fall?" "Yes I did, matter of fact. He said to make sure they sign up for freshman history a.s.a.p., with him." "Of course. He's a good looking man, Beary." Steve gives Barry the hint, dropping to his knees, right in front of his partner. "Mmmm..." Before Barry even has the chance to peel away his briefs, Steve is smelling his crotch, tasting one of his balls right through the fabric. "Ooooooh yeah!" As like pawing a dog, Barry runs his hands through Steve's mane, pressing him closer. It's Steve who can't take it any longer, starting to peel Barry's briefs, from the rear, forwards. The bear's 9.5c, fully erect, bounces out, pointing right at the place it wants to be. "Mmmmm..." Steve says. Without further ado, Steve opens wide and takes it in, nearly swallowing the whole thing. He pulls off, motioning for Barry to get into bed. On the way, Steve take off his briefs. Barry takes up the middle of the bed, his hands pulling his thighs apart, expecting the full treatment. Willing to go the distance, in preparation of what's later to come, Steve approaches the mid section on all fours. Cocking his head, he leans in and slurps the bead of cum, as if it waited for him. He sucks away on Barry's log, sucking out any lingering pre-cum. Laying back, putting his hands behind his head, Barry flaunts the hairy bod which gives the characteristics of a bear, the hairy chest, stomach, rounded and hairy, the deep bellyhole and the etched out treasure trail. "Don't forget to wet down my chest, Steve." Popping off of one of Barry's hairy balls, Steve says, "No problem." As if to make good his promise, Steve lurches forwards, over Barry's belly and take a luscious lick across his hairy left nip. "Oooooohhhh fuck yeah!" Steve is revved up for the long night ahead of him, before swabbing Barry's whole chest, licking a path down his stomach, tonguing out Barry's pungy, hairy navel, wetting down his pubes, then doing a thorough licking and sucking job in and around his pubes. Steve's the one running the show now and if he chooses, he'll command Barry to turn over so he can give him a hot rim job. Of course, Steve wouldn't forget one of the tastiest places, licking Barry's pits, one of his favorite places. After over an hour of tantalizing Barry with his tongue, Steve will be more than ready for his reward, laying on his back in the bed! % "I don't believe how fast kids can tire a guy out!" Since the temps have been more spring out, pushing into that season, Denis and Mark have chosen to sleep half-naked, wearing only boxer shorts. It's not something they've decided by vote, but rather Mark doing it and Dennis copying his step-brother. "One good thing about going to the college tomorrow..." "What?" Mark asks. "We can check out the guys, eh?" "Yeah. I hear college frat are hot looking guys." "Too bad we're not living on campus." "Yeah. I hear dorms can be hot fun." "You're a good looking dude, Mark. You'll get invited to parties." "You too. Gay guys love blondes." "Y'think?" "Def, man." Right around now, Denis started feeling a little horny, thinking of college frat-life. "Do you like blondes?" "I don't judge a guy by how he looks." "But you want a cute guy, like your dad, don't you?" "You think my dad is cute?" "Sure. He's got a little belly on him, but he's already lost a few, by going on the `nature walks' every Saturday." "True. Your dad is cool looking." "Too skinny." "Oh, so you like the bear type." "More muscular," Denis fills Mark in, then asks, "Why don't you come over in my bed to talk?" "Your bed? Last time I came over to your bed, I almost fucked you, Denis!" "But didn't we handle that. Neither of us are going to get anal til we fight Mr. Right?" "What about Mr. Right-now?" Walking across the room, Mark gropes his own boxers, feeling up his own teen dick. "Serious?" "No, but I had you going, didn't I?" "You dweeb!" However, Denis wasn't mad enough not to let Mark into his bed. He held the covers up as Mark slipped in. As in previous `brotherly' encounters, Mark and Denis came together, chest to chest, almost immediately mashing their meat between themselves. "I'm so horny," Denis says. "Me too. What are you going to do about it?" Breaking free, Denis throws the covers off. "Your turn to do me." "Nope. I did you last time. Remember you almost came?" "Oh yeah. A happy memory! Hee hee! Okay. I do you." Getting up, Denis waited for Mark to park himself mid-bed. "Peel my boxers off nice and slow." "Like I did it last time, eh? You liked that?" "Yeah and lick my treasure trail." "I had an idea I might like to try and rim your ass." "Really? What brings this on?" "One of the guys had a DVD of a guy giving a guy a complete tongue workout." "Awesome! Who?" "I'm sworn to secrecy. His `rents don't know he has it." "You can tell your own brother." "Look, you want to get rimmed or what?" "Sure." "Then turn over." Denis looked down, upon his brother's lily-white ass. A little dark brown hair formed at the base of his back, but other than a few strands, his ass was hairless. "Are you gonna do me?" "Yeah. Keep your shirt on." But of course, Mark didn't have one on! % Copyright 2007 T. Chase McPhee This story may not be sold, nor made part of any collection, without prior consent from the author.