Date: Fri, 23 Mar 2007 12:15:58 -0700 (PDT) From: T. Chase McPhee Subject: Natures Ways 06 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" 06 wriTten by T. Chase McPhee % "Yo, g'morning Beary." "What time is it?" "Almost seven. Time to wake up and smell the coffee." "How come I don't smell any?" "What do you smell?" "Your breath all over my body." "Sweet work over, wasn't it?" "Sure was. You had me drifting off." "Oh, but you sure woke up when it was time to fuck me, eh?" "You know it, Steve... Um, your turn for the wake up calls!" "Okay. Hit the shower!" Steve clothes his bod in his robe, as Barry heads for the jon. Right outside his door, he finds a towel lying on the hall floor. It's puzzling to him who's it is, since it could be either one of the eighteen year old's, sixteen year old's or the squirts. In this house, any age group could be suspect. Except his own, of course! Peeking in Aidan's and Philip's room, he says boldly, "Up and Adam!" "That time already?" He hears one of the guys. Closing the door, Steve heads to a second bungalow. "Eric? Tom? Time to shake it up!" At the third bungalow, Steve opens it, saying "Oops" and closes the door! % First one out of bed at the Barr-Bridges residence, Chad pulls the covers off of Matty, a hint `it's time to get up'. "Go away.." Matty yells, burying his face in the pillow. "Hee heee..." On any other day, this would have presented itself as a game...'see how many ways I can humiliate Matty, getting him out of bed'! But today, with a new resident, Chad is more into other key issues. "I see you found the milk?" "Yup," Jeremy says, spooning himself a mouthful of cereal. "Do you and... and dad.. sounds funny." "It will to us too for awhile." "Do I call you dad-Chad?" "Why don't we try dad." "Okay. Dad, do you and dad eat Cap'n'Crunch, too?" Chad smiled. It did sound strange, but it's not like him and Matty didn't perceive of this day coming. "Matty mostly." "Cool." "Cool?" "Yup. That's what my cousins say. Denis and Mark say it's cool when something is cool!" "Cool," Chad says, sarcastically. He's not too old yet, for not using it, being twenty-one. Maybe in a coupla months, when he hits twenty-two, he'll be too old for it! "What do you like to have for breakfast?" "Whatever Marco has planned." "Somebody call for me?" Hustling into the diningroom, Marco has two plates, composed of scrambled eggs, two slices of toast and two stalks of asparagus lying across the plate. "Looks yuckie!" Jeremy gives his opinion. Marco says, "You will to appreciate fine cooking, or else." "Or else what?" the eleven year old asks. "Or starve!" Chad adds, "Man does not live by Cap'n'Crunch alone!" He sticks his arm up in the air, pointing to the ceiling, like the Statue of Liberty. Jeremy laughs his ass off. "You're funny dad." "Yeah, you're so funny, I forgot to laugh!" Matty says. Standing over Chad, he gives him a good morning kiss. "How are you this morning, Jeremy?" "Doing good. You?" "I was okay until dad-Chad here flicked the covers offa me!" "I'm not saying dad-Chad." "Oh?" "Yeah, I told Jeremy here to just call us dad." "Not like the cousins, eh?" "It might not work out." "Hey, dad?" Jeremy calls attention. "What?" says Matty. "What?" says Chad. "So much for an idea." Matty comes up with a brilliant one. "How about he calls you dad and me `pop'? For the little time I knew my grandfather, I called him `pop'." "Dad and pop, huh? What do you think Jeremy?" Jeremy shrugs his shoulders. "I don't think he's too hot on the idea," Chad espies. "I think pop is good. Matty looks like a pop and since dad rhymes with Chad, it makes it easier to remember. Right, pop?" Matty says, "Right." "You can call me `Marco'," Marco suggests, smiling. The eighteen year old energetically bustles into the room, with four OJ's. He plants them on the table, sitting behind one. "Where's your friend?" Jeremy asks. "Yes," Chad follows with, "where's `your friend'?" "Okay, I know he shouldn't have been here." "It's not that, it's more `where' he was found." Saying it, Matty wiggles his eyebrows, to suggest something more risque. "I thought so too, afterwards. I wouldn't invite anyone here without asking. My mistake." "Now you're making us sound like your `father'," Matty says. "What about Antonio staying here?" "For how long?" Matty asks. "I'm not sure." "You dope," Chad says to Matty. "What'd I say?" Looking at eleven year old Jeremy, Chad puts it mildly, "They've got the hots for each other." "Really?" Matty looks to Marcos. Marcos only smiles. "What a dope I am!" Beginning as a small giggle, Jeremy's laughter builds. Soon Marcos is laughing. % "Best night's sleep I've had in a dog's age!" "Good. You've got a long day ahead of you, Kev." "Starting with this...." Kevin Spangler rolls over and presses his lips to Michael's. A hand rubs his hairy stomach, traveling upwards. "Heeey! Watch the nips!" "Sensitive, are we." "Damn it, Kevin," Michael looks downwards, "look how red they are from last night." "Really did a job on them, huh?" "Your sharp teeth!" "It was the fangs that done'm in." "Yeah, but didn't I get my revenge." "Revenge? Hardly the word. The way you fucked me, I was sure the bed, us in it, was going to wind up in the kitchen!" "Oh, I wasn't that rough... was I?" "I'll probably be walking bowlegged. That answer your question?" "Yeah... okay. Tonight I'll pound you half as hard, okay?" "You crazy? No way!" Shooing Kevin out of bed, the twenty-six year old sprints for the jon. "I'm going to put a pot'o'coffee on. Don't steal all of the hot water!" Kevin didn't hear, reving up the faucets for his morning dousing. % "What's up Steve?" "Something we thought could happen, but hasn't, but has." "You lost me five seconds ago." "Denis and Mark." "What about them?" "Same bed." "Oh?" "Yeah. Mark is lying there on his side and Denis is spooning him." "Kind of reminds me of us." "What are we going to do?" "Talk to them, but frankly aren't you glad their first time with a man was with each other and not some stranger, Steve?" "I suppose. I hadn't really thought of it precisely like that." "Oh?" "When we talked about it last, moving into the Chatsworth place, pairing out the boys, we both voiced our opinions." "I remember. I think it was you who even brought up the `what if'." "Yes. Well, the `what if', `is' and what are we going to do about it?" "I think a nice long talk tonight might be in store, unless..." Barry steps into a pair of boxers. "What?" "Unless they open up about it." "You mean come to us first?" "A possibility." "And if they don't?" "Then I think we should bring it up, but not in a manner in which they think we are spying on them." "No, I don't think this will be the case. I opened their door to give them the usual morning wakeup." "Better than all those alarms going off." "I agree, so?" "So, you happened upon them. No crime in that." "I wonder, Barry..." "What?" "I know this is incidental, but I wonder who's `man on top'?" "I think that would be their business." Steve deviates from the subject, "You should have seen them. They looked so cute." "A regular couple, eh?" "Yeah. Like a couple of guys I know." "Alonzo and Callan, huh?" "No," Steve walks up to Barry, places his hands on his torso, moves his hand underneath Barry's white tee shirt." "Ooooooooh...." "I love your bear-fur." "And those hands of yours, Steve, are sheer torture!" Staring in Barry's eyes, Steve places both palms on his partner's hairy chest, index fingers above his nips, thumbs below, already for some tweaking! % "Are you boys ready yet? Dieeeeeeeeego! Seeeeeeeeth!" Alonzo calls up the stairway. The two come out of their room, all geared up. Each shoulders a junior sports bag over a polo shirt. "You don't have to yell dad," Diego says. As he passes by Alonzo, Seth says, "Yeah, dad. We were ready fifteen minutes ago." "Yeah, dad!" Callan says, right behind the boys, on the stairs. "How ya feeling?" "Good, despite the tough night." "How many accidents were they?" "Not counting the cat falling out of the tree, I'd say about five." "I think you mentioned a nasty one." "They better do something about getting these high school kids back in school." "Barry mentioned it yesterday. I think starting Monday, classes are going to be held at WRCC." Walking into the dining area, Alonzo and Callan come upon the guys in motion, fixing themselves breakfast. "Sorry, dad-Callan, but I spilled the milk." "No sense crying over spilled milk, is what my daddy used to say." "What was your daddy like, dad-Callan?" Diego asks. "Strawberry blonde hair and a fuzzy beard. He was a glass-maker." "He made windows?" "Bottles. All different sizes and shapes." Seth asks, "Is he coming to visit us someday?" Alonzo looks to Callan, his eyes prompting him to continue. "Both of my parents; my mom and dad, are deceased." "What?" Diego inquirers. "They're dead, right dad-Callan?" Seth asks. "Translated, yes." "Daddy," Diego says, "when are we getting a cook, like Aidan and Philip?" "Matter of fact. I have to run over to the high school, but your dad," Alonzo says, "will be home to interview some prospects." "What about some cooks?" Diego asks. Super word-sleuth to the rescue, Seth says, "That's what a prospect is, a person that could be our cook!" "I'm glad I have a smart brother." "Why's that?" Callan asks Diego. "Because then I don't have to keep looking up words!" The dads laugh, followed by smiles from the boys. After picking up the phone, Alonzo addresses the boys. "You boys better hustle over to Aidan's and Philip's house. Your ride is waiting." "Cool!" they say. "Have a good time!" Callan states. "Play safe," a theme Alonzo has always gone by, he wishes them. He also says, "I have to get moving too. There's a list of applicant, `prospects', on the table here." "I'll take care of it." "I know you will. Bye!" Alonzo gives Callan a hug and a kiss. "To be continued!" As soon as Alonzo leaves a car pulls up. Out of the five applicants on the list, three men and two women, he deduces one has to be of the male variety. "Hello. I was sent by the agency?" About a month ago, Bernice Bridges gave them the name of a reputable business dealing in such help-around-the-house. "Yes. Come in." Callan's glad he slipped a polo shirt and pants on before coming down this morning. "Do I hear an Irish accent?" "Yes. All the way from Ireland." "Nice place." There's something which irked Callan the wrong way, as soon as the middle-aged gentleman walked in. "Thanks." "I should work out fine here," he remarked. Callan was sure to set this one straight, saying, "Oh, but didn't the agency tell you this is a preliminary interview?" "Oh yes. Hmm," he rubbed a finger along the edge of the stove, "a bit greasy." "We haven't had anyone in for a month." "I think I'll pass. Thank you." Under his breath, Callan says, "No, thank you!" and smiles. "Whew!" He said, crossing the name off the list. Strange the fellow didn't even introduce himself, but from the light sketch, `middle-aged gentleman', Callan could tell him from the two other males, younger set, one in his thirties and the other in his twenties. "Hello!" It was a woman's voice, coming from the back door, as Callan sat drinking a cup of java. "Just a second," Callan called out. "I hope you don't mind me looking the place over." "Not at all." "I'm Jean Radcliffe, from the agency." Callan let her in. To make a long story short, when Mrs. Radcliffe discovered `two dads', she made some excuse like she didn't know there were children involved in the arrangement. Another strike off the list. Next to pay a visit, was the thirty-four year old male. "I'm Heinrich Dieter...." It wasn't panning out the way Callan thought it should go, especially since he didn't know any German, with it alternating with English. He hoped one of the last two would make a good choice. Nervously, Callan did the household chores, wondering. "Good morning," came the voice through the front door screen. "I'm Maria Gonzalez." She was actually a good candidate, ready to tackle the greasy stove, at once. The one thing he didn't care for was the banging of the cabinets. Helping herself to a look, she would bang one shut, opening another. It was on Callan's mind to ask her if she was a bit deaf! After she left, he analysed whether he should cross her off. She seemed mighty willing, but he didn't think he, nor Alonzo could headache the banging doors. "Good afternoon," Callan greeted the last applicant. "Hi. I'm Freddie Burris. The agency sent me?" Right away, Freddie put a smile on Callan's face. Unlike the other candidates there wasn't anything false to be detected. "One thing I'd like to let you know is, I can follow the job specifics, but I haven't had any experiences handling young boys." "I take it you were an only child?" "My mom remarried when I was ten. There were older siblings, from my step-father." "How do you feel preparing for young children of eleven?" "I think it was an asset I found my interest in cooking, starting out in fast food." "Fast food will work around here." "Yet, I'm very much into nutrition. Are you vegetarians?" Callan was readying to make a strike off the list. What a shame, when Freddie, whom was twenty-four, would have rivaled the Clark-Barr's Max, fitting in nicely, age-wise. "No, even though we think the children should `eat their broccoli'!" "Great!" "Great?" "Oh sorry. I didn't mean to sound so energetic." One subject remained untouched, almost taboo. "I know the agency can't dictate this, but you know we're a `two dads' household? What are your feelings on that, may I ask, Freddie?" "Frankly, it wouldn't be any of my business, but being you are my business... I mean...." Callan saw another hurdle! "You would rather work for a regular, male-female relationship?" "No. I mean, what I meant to say is I don't mind. You see I... I'm gay, too." It was like a cool rush of wind blowing through the house. He didn't mean for it to go this way, but he couldn't help but blurt it out and say, "You're hired!" "Really? I never thought it went this way... thank you." "You're welcome. When can you start?" "Right away. I can inventory the kitchen, if you like?" "Fine." As soon he made sure Freddie had a pencil and paper, Callan made for the phone, first calling the person who mattered, then the agency. % Copyright 2007 T. Chase McPhee This story may not be sold, nor made part of any collection, without prior consent from the author. 2671 wds % Rewards for contributing to Nifty are feedback in your e-mails, if you like the story. Please include the name of the story in the title of your e-mail, or it could be mistaken for spam...Thanks!