Date: Wed, 7 Dec 2005 13:19:50 -0800 (PST) From: T Chase McPhee Subject: A 'Nature Walk' Christmas three The following story is a work of fiction, set in the format of reality. Any resemblance to real people is entirely coincidental in nature, and is not meant to accurately depict, nor reflect upon persons in towns, cities, or governmental areas, in 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. This is fiction. Do not forget, in real life, to think about 'sexual safety matter'; got condom? "A 'Nature Walk' Christmas" three wriTten by T. Chase McPhee % "That Maria Scalia is a sweetheart!" "I take it she didn't give you a problem?" "No. In fact, she cued me into something new." "I know you have a hot ass, so what could be so revealing, Gary?" "Where did this horny streak come from all of a sudden, Mike?" Walking across the kitchen, the thirty-seven year old cop zeroes in on his lover, sitting there at the table, still in his dress clothes. "Could be the sexy way you're dressed?" "I'm not dressed any different than any other day," the thirty-six year old psychiatrist explains. "Must be this hint you're trying to get across." "Hint?" Gary questions, looking down upon himself. He follows Mike's hand, pawing his dark chest hair, revealed by the `V' shape of the opening of his shirt, the buttoning dropped down by two button holes. However, Mike's horny demeanor, the pulsating in his crotch, drives him to expand the `V'. "Oooooohhhhh!" Gary sighs, as Mike moves the shirt to one side, his index finger and thumb lightly kneading a nip. "Hmm... not much longer." "Not much longer what?" "Not much longer before I'll have to open up and let out that pent up erection!" "Um, I thought we discussed something of official importance here?" "Oh yeah. So, what's this more-important-than-sex-matter that she spoke of?" "Well, the new intern at the hospital, a doctor Tony D'Agostino, seems to have a brilliant college record." "How nice. Can I unzip you now?" "Mike, can you be serious?" "Okay babe. Sorry. You're right." But on the other hand, Gary saw where he dashed the life right out of his lover's `fooling around' spirit and that two bothered him. Instead of going on about the news he had, he got up, put his arms around Mike's shoulders and drew him into an embracing kiss. "Mmmmmmm...." Mike sighed, the only audible sound emitted during the lip-lock. "Will that hold you for a few minutes?" "If it doesn't, I've got a pair of cuffs in the draw. Feel free to cuff me to the chair!" They giggled. "So, what about this Dr. D'Agostino?" "Seems he's one of these medical school geniuses who could cope with more than one area of expertise." "Yeah and?" "He has a degree in psychology." "How convenient. So, he's going to be taking on some of your patients, to free you up to be with Pat," Mike surmised. "Actually, Mike, and Maria thought this, a better idea would be if we assigned Dr. D'Agostino to help Patrick." Out loud, to himself, Mike tries to get it straight in his mind, using his finger, pointing it in the air, figures, "Dr. D'Agostino and Pat, instead of you and Pat, you say?" "Yeah. Maria figured it might be better, if Patrick, works with someone he doesn't know, plus a younger doctor." "How old is this Dr. D'Agostino?" "Twenty-six and...." "And?" Gary lays on Mike, "He's able to relate to the gay sexuality." "D'Agostino's gay?" Smiling, arms crossing his chest, as if delivering a prognosis, Gary shakes his head, `yes'. Mike, as his usual demeanor, when finding out a guy's gay sexuality, asks, "How big is his dick?" "I'm gonna smack you, Mike! Come over here, you. I'll show you a big dick!" % "So, have you and mama planned out the whole Christmas menu, Juan?" "I don't think so, but we sure put a dent in this bottle of wine, haven't we Mama Bernice?" "You sure got that right, Juan!" "That sort of looks edible, what is it?" Alberto asks his wife, of the dish lying on the kitchen island. "Meat loaf," she says. Then looking at Juan, Bernice asks, "That is what is it, isn't it, Juan honey?" "I thought it was the chocolate cake I was throwing together for dessert tonight. Hmm.... `Was wondering why it had onions in it!" Juan informs her. "Chocolate cake? I thought it was the meat loaf!" Miguel wrinkles up his nose, saying, "Nasty! Um, Papi, can we take a raincheck on dinner?" "I think we better, son. I've never tasted Chocolate Meatloaf and I don't intend on ever doing so!" "C'mon Juan," the twenty-one year old says, hauling his lover's ass out of the kitchen, through the back door. "But I'm hungry!" "Yeah, me too, but I don't feel like getting the Hershey squirts fifteen minutes later!" Miguel rolls his eyes, stuffing Juan's carcass into the new, lime green Infiniti, with a laughing spree set off by his own humorous statement. % "Hi mom!" Barbra Matthews stands there, in silence. "Okay, what's up with you two?" "Mom, can you go in the kitchen for a minute while we bring something in from the car?" Smiling, she turns, walking away from her son and his lover. "C'mon Jim. Let's hustle!" Connor and Jim run out the front door and quickly untie the Christmas tree from the top of the SUV. Hauling it in, Jim taking the rear, they bring it in the front door. Taking the tree into the living room, Jim sets the end on the floor in front of the bay window, where three separate panes open to the rear forest. "Oh shit! Can't leave that on the rug," Connor curses, "mom'll have our asses!" "Hmm... Sorry to be selfish, but I'd rather have your ass all to myself, Connor!" "Jim? Mom's going to be walking through that door in five seconds. I guarantee it!" "Five seconds are up!" "Oh hi mom!" Barbra Matthews sees the pitch from the tree already sliming her beige rug. However, the sight of her son, with the love of his life standing with him -- and the tree, the season `to be merry' -- overwhelms her. Caring less what happens to the rug, she runs up to them, putting their priority even over the tree. "Ooooooh I've gotta be the luckiest mom in the world!" Her instigated, three-way hug, makes Connor lose his grip on the tree. It falls over, putting the tip to the bay window. They hear a crack. "Oh shit!" The boys cry out, breaking up the hug. "It's gonna go!" Jim cries out. With all his weight, Jim tackles both Connor and his mom, taking them both to the floor. Sure enough, a loud snap, crackle and smash is detected by the three. "Owwwch!" one of them yells out. "It got me!" "Oh my Lord.... Oh my Lord!" Barbra shouts out, lifting herself out from under Jim. "It's only a little cut," Jim says, of the shard of glass sticking out from the palm of his hand. "Little cut? Connor, dial 911!" "You got it, mom." Barbra Matthews, whom has assumed legal guardianship of Jim, several months prior, does her best to apply pressure to the wound. "Owe damn, mom," Jim refers to `her', as if his own, "I got blood all over the rug!" "Phooey with the blood, it had already been stained by that.... That beautiful tree!" "Oh, sorry about that, mom. Connor said you'd be angry." "I'm not angry." Then, half smiling and half in tears she says, "Rugs can be replaced. Sons can't!" "Guess who picked up the phone?" "Who?" "Our own Dr. Scalia." "Is she sending an ambulance?" "Ambulance, mom? Since you hooked up with her, she's escorting half the hospital staff, personally to our house!" Jim, half in pain, half with teasing mischief, toys, "I knew your relationship with her would pay off big time, mom!" Barbra teases back, "If I knew you were going to be `this' much trouble, Jim, I would've broken you two up, for sure!" However, that's where the joking stopped. Barbra even wound up apologizing to the hilt, seeing the two boys gaze at each other. "I guess we've all been through a lot this year and have so much to be thankful for." Before too much reminiscing could be accomplished, the reserves rolled in. "Is he decent?" Came the fifty-one year old doctor's opening comment. "We're in here, Maria," Barbra called out. Connor states, "You really did bring the whole hospital!" In comes three paramedics, Callan O'Meara, included. "Hey, Callan, how are you?" "This ain't no coffee klatche, so get your asses in hear and get to work on this boy!" Dr. Scalia orders, in a feisty manner. "Later," Callan replies to Connor, with a smile. "You okay, Barbra? Need something?" "Yeah, Maria. Need two boys who can stay out of trouble!" However, it's Jim who reports, "Well, if you hadn't given us that hug, mom, the three wouldn't have fallen through the window!" He smiles. Barbra smiles. Maria smiles. The round of smiles rounds up, with Connor laughing. "You guys are pathetic!" Callan reports, "We're leaving the glass in his hand. Are you going to help us here, Dr. Scalia or what?" "Seems like you've got everything under control, smart ass!" Callan smiles, as the other two paramedics help Jim onto the gurney. As the ambulance takes off, Connor rides along with Jim. Maria and Barbra take her car. "Do you think she liked the tree, Jim?" % "Sean, Jacq just called," Barry relays to him. "I guess I better get going." "Wait Sean, you didn't tell us about how you got your balls stretched!" Aidan tells him. "Yeah and your nips, too!" Philip inquires. In front of Barry, Sean blushes. "What's this?" Barry inquires. "What is this about, Sean?" "Maybe Steve, can explain. I better get going." "That's okay. I invited Jacq for dinner. He's on his way over. I'll have Steve throw a coupla more hamburgers on...." Then in the distance, Sean hears, "Steve? I need to talk to you!" "Uh-oh," Sean replies to the boys. "Sounds like dad-Steve is in trouble." Aidan replies to Philip's hunch, "That's okay. Your dad is always forgiving my dad, so he's not really in trouble!" "I guess not. They'll kiss and do all that stuff and then things will be fine again," Aidan adds. "See, that's what I mean." "Mean what, Sean?" Philip asks. "About not saying anything about what we've talked about." Aidan slips and confesses, "That's why we had our fingers crossed!" "Aidan, you dummy!" "Oops! Sorry about that Phil!" "So, you two are double crossing me, are ya?" Sean gets a wicked idea. "Hmm... should take you upstairs and tie your little balls together!" "Your not gonna torchur us are ya Sean?" Aidan asks, but both boys wonder. "Nah. But I am going to ask you to promise not to say anything, with your hands in front of you, that is unless you accidentally slip and say something." Aidan and Philip agreed to that, with the special clause thrown in! % "So, how does it feel to have your first case, Dr. D'Agostino?" Estefan peered over his twenty-six year old lover's shoulder. Leaning his hairy chest against the bareback, he looked on, as Tony read an open book. "Oooooh," Tony sighs, his arms reaching up and back, as he stretched. At the same time, he tilted his head back. After snatching the glasses from his face, Estefan kissed him upside down. However, his eyes looked beyond the face. Staring downwards, the twenty-five year old Latino took in the view of the dark brown chest, once again making note of the left pierced nip. He followed the widening trail. With the Italian man leaning back, it exposed his stomach. Stretching it outwards, it ironed out the folds in his stomach, now revealing the deep bellyhole, covered with hair. "Mmmmm....I know what I want!" Estefan said, as Tony smiled. "You want it -- go for it!" Tony dared him. Spinning the swivel chair around, the Latino dropped to his knees. "Ohhhhhhhh!" Tony sighed. Purposely, Tony flexed his pecs, with his hands lodged behind his head. Estefan flicked his tongue repeated at the nip ring, making it flop up and then down, while wetting the whole nip. "Oh fuck you're gonna make me hard, Estefan!" "Make you, Tony?" Estefan grinned, as his hand detected the hard bulge in his low rise briefs. Before Estefan drove him to insanity, which seemed the case anyway, Tony sprung out of the chair, stripping his briefs, before plunging into the bed, like a swan dive into a pool. Taking up nearly the same position, he hooked his hands behind his head, as he spread his legs. "Hell yeah!" Estefan cried out in anticipation. Unbuckling his belt, he dropped his pants, then quickly hooked his thumbs under his briefs. "No, leave them on." As if taking an order from a general, Estefan hiked his briefs back up, leaving his pent up erection bulging at the seams. "C'mon and hurry. I need to take a piss before we get started." It had been no shock to Estefan. It wouldn't be the first time he locked his lips around Tony's ten inch tool, only to drink down his load of piss. "Ooooh yeah..... oh yeah... you love the taste of my piss, don't you?" Of course Estefan couldn't answer, as the piss trickled down his throat, into his belly, making it full. As was the tradition Tony established, when Estefan finished drinking his entire load of piss, after sucking every last remnant of the yellow, hot liquid from Tony's piss slit, he would sit up. Placing his hands behind his head, Tony would run his hands over Estefan's hairy stomach, to seem how much hotter his skin was, with the added steamy juice. "Oh yeah... oh fucking yeah!" He called out, as his hands massaged the Latino's hairy belly. While one hand probed the thicker area that sliced Estefan's stomach in half, eventually sinking his thumb into his deep, hairy navel, the other hand latched onto one of his nips. His index finger and thumb teased one nip, mashing and twisting it. Then Tony changed to the other nip and did the same. The thumb fucking his navel, would eventually slip down into Estefan's crotch, sneaking underneath the waistband of his briefs. "Oooooooooh!" Estefan would groan, half out of his mind with pleasure, at the continued assault on his nip. The hair on Estefan's chest covered his nips, so as Tony stretched a nip outwards from his Latino lover's chest, hair would get caught in the pull. It all added up to awesome pleasure for Estefan. With hands still behind his head, he would tilt his head back, at the same time, arching his back. "Arrrrrghhhhhhooooooooh!" Came the grunt, as Tony applied a fingernail and thumbnail to the action. "Oh man you've got such hot nips, babe!" Tony would tell him, as he tortured two at once. "Oh fuck yeah!" Estefan yelled out. "Am I hurting them enough, babe?" "Hell no, Tony!" "Why don't you go get the clamps for me, babe?" Such was the play. Estefan would follow through, waiting to see if Tony was in the mood for some more rough sex play. Hopping off the bed, Estefan returned from the dresser, with a pair of clamps, attached by a linked chain. "Rubber tips on or off?" Estefan inquired. "You know the answer to that, babe!" So, it was part of the game to ask, but as what's happened the last couple of times, Estefan's shucked the rubber tips and revealed the more harsh, metal edging of the clamps. "Oh man, you've made me so fuckin' hard!" Tony says, suggesting what they both know fits with the play. Getting up from the bed, Estefan hands the nip clamps over to his lover, lying down in his stead. "Need to be tied, babe?" "No fuckin' way. I'm so horny!" Tony loves seeing Estefan in this mood. Yeah, it's been fun too, tying him down to the bed, but he likes the way his lover can take the pain, without the problem of accepting it as total pleasure. "Oh man, hurry-the-fuck and clamp them down, Tony! I need it sooooo bad!" "I know you do, babe!" He sees Tony adjusting the little tension screws. "Oh damn... just take the fucking screws out all the way!" "Aren't you the horny bastard!" With total disregard, Tony unscrews each of the tension setters and tosses them over his shoulder. "Yeah, gonna be giving your nips sweet torture, babe!" "Yeah... Oh fuck hurry man!" However, Tony prolongs Estefan's agony. Taking the nip clamps in each hand, he massages the tips of each nip with the metal edging. "Oooooh fuck!" Estefan replies, trying to interfere with his hands. "I knew I should've tied you down, you bastard!" "Oh shit, no!" Estefan calls out, having to wait for his nips to be clamped, as Tony gets the rope. Returning, he sees Estefan massaging one of his own nips and playing with his cock. "Owwwwwwch!" "Didn't I tell you not to touch that?" "You didn't say anything about my cock, Tony!" "Oh, just wait till I get these clamps on. You're gonna suffer like I've never made you suffer before, babe!" Estefan grins with insatiable desire, as Tony takes his baby's left wrist. He ties the rope around it, then to the wooden rung at the top left, his right, side of the bed. He repeats the same on Estefan's right arm and stretches his body, so that his arms run the length of the bed. Each has opened a world of kink to the other. Tony loves to see Estefan suffer, as he waits to have his nips clamps. He pictures his piss sloshing away inside his lover, as they are doing all this. He grins, when he finishes tying his lover's arms to the top of the bed, looking at the hard shaft pressing on the briefs, beads of cum exposed on the outside of the dark, silky fabric. "I bet you want to cum so bad, don't you babe?" "Oh fuck yeah." "Not until I clamp down those hot nips of your's!" "Hell yeah!" Tony is getting as much out of this, as Estefan, however he's getting near the time when he needs his ten inch tool massaged. Once again he rubs Estefan's hairy nips with the edges of the metal clamps. When he decides they are perky enough, he opens the clamps and manoevers them about until the max amount of nip meat is between the jaws. He lets go. "Akkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkoooooohshit! Oh fuck yeah! Ooooooohshit!" Estefan screams out, in pain and pleasure. Smiling, Tony watches as more liquid is secreted through the silk material, directly from Estefan's cum slit. To keep building his lover up, he tries what he did to him the last time he unleashed the clamps on his nips. Placing his knees against Estefan's hairy pits, he leans his buttocks right onto the clamped nips. "OOooooooooooh fuck yeah!" The Latino calls out. Even more than the pressing of the springloaded clamps squeezing Estefan's nips tightly together, they dig into his chest. However it's Tony's hand on his scalp that gives him the cue to open his mouth. Tony begins to build the rough treatment. "Yeah... open that mouth. Gonna fuck that throat of your's. Yeaaah... oooh yeah... get that tongue working and I better not feel any teeth, boy!" Estefan whimpers, as Tony elevates his ass, to stuff his ten inch tool into his lovers throat. With both hands on the headboard, Tony arches his back, as he slowly feeds his cock down into Estefan's gullet. "Ooooooooh yeah...oh fuckin' yeah!" Tony says, at the beautiful feeling on his cock getting massaged from all sides. Arching his back causes his cock to pierce deeper and deeper down Estefan's throat. "Ooooh man...oooh man is this fuckin' hot!" Soon Tony's pubic bush tickles Estefan's nose. Tony pulls out and then lets his cock slide back in. One hand is released from the head board. He reaches behind himself and takes hold of the chain lying on Estefan's chest. "No teeth boy or I'm gonna belt your ass!" Estefan hasn't felt the belt on his ass yet, as Tony continues fucking his throat, feeling the friction of the sides of his coat against the tight closure. With his legs free, Estefan squirms around, trying to stimulate his own pubic region, as his nips are stretched away from his pecs by the menacing nip clamps. "Oooh man... fuckin'time, boy!" Tony even gasps, as he evacuates Estefan's throat. Dropping the chain that connects the clamps affixed to each of Estefan's hairy nips, Tony almost rips the silken thong off and quickly places the Latino's legs up on his shoulders. "Gonna fuck you hard boy... yeah, gonna breed your ass!" Preparing himself, which seems like never, Estefan already feels the tip of Tony's cock readying to penetrate. He thought he would die, the first time Tony took his cherry. Not much has changed. With each fuck, it doesn't vary much from the first time. "Arrrggghhhhhhaakkkkkkakkkkkkoooooh!" Estefan cries out, as he feels the ten inch fuck tool stretch his ass muscle. Sweat flies all over the place, as the two engage in the sweet moment of pleasure. Working into the tight chamber, Tony pulls against the five foot eleven inch body of the Latino, trying to wedge his way inside the tight ass. "Oh man are you so fuckin' tight!" Tony calls out, as he slowly drives his thick tool in. At the same time, he spots the silver chain lying limp on Estefan's chest. A hand takes hold of the chain and begins harassing the red nubs. Using his lover's nips as counterbalance, along with one thigh, he pulls himself deeper into the stretching ass canal. "Ooooooh ooooh fuckin' yeah!" Finally the Italian's sausage is totally immersed in the hot oven of his lover's ass. Releasing the chain, he takes to placing his hands on both sides of Estefan's torso. For the next forty minutes, he works the Latino's ass, giving himself the most awesome shaft-massage. "Ooooh fuck... ooooh fuck... gotta cum.. gotta cum!" Not forgetting his lover, he drops a hand to Estefan's crotch and begins massaging his six and half inch shaft. Neither is far from that good-feeling moment. He lets go of Estefan's tool, as he comes first, pumping his load deep inside. Then he goes to work on his lover, pumping the hard shaft, pulling his chain, simultaneously. Even still bouncing the remains of his victory inside his lover, he makes Estefan cum, shooting rope after rope of semen high into the air. Right away, he unclips one nip, then the other. "Akkkkkkkkkkkkooooooohhhh!" Estefan screams in pain and pleasure, as his balls run on empty. "Oh man that was fuckin' hot....wasn't it, babe?" Tony falls over, in between his Latino lover's legs, their sweat and cum mixing. "Hell, yeah...." Estefan replies, as the tone of his voice sinks into low volume. % "Oh mom, I'm so sorry for spoiling everything!" "What in tarnation is he talking about?" Dr. Maria Scalia asks her lover, Barbra Matthews. "Oh, Jim honey, it wasn't your fault. In fact, I feel totally responsible." "Darn right," Maria insists. "If you hadn't loved these two boys so much, none of this would've happened!" Connor asks, "But now we have to cough up the money to have the window fixed." "Isn't that what house insurance is for?" Maria questions. "There's something they're not telling us, Maria," Jim too questions, referring to the informal manner of calling their mom's lover. "C'mon. Let's have it," Maria badgers either of them. "Well, when Connor's father passed on, there wasn't enough to cover things like that." "A house without house insurance? Unheard of!" "It's the only way that I could save for Connor's college education." "Mom, I can work and go to college and it doesn't have to be any fancy university. In fact, I can take a year off and work...." "No!" Came the decisive reply from both ladies. They smiled at each other, for taking their stand in the matter. "Well, I guess this decides it then," the doctor says, looking at Barbra Matthews. "Decides what?" Jim Faulkner questions, wincing, because of gesturing with his hand. "Yeah, what is Maria talking about mom?" "Boys, I was waiting till near graduation time, but Maria and I have decided... to put it plainly, decided to `shack up' together!" "So, what's holding you back, mom?" Maria fills Connor in, "Your mother was afraid you wouldn't want to move out and I understand..." "Move out, mom? To where?" "Connor, you grew up in the house you live in." "True, but?" "You want to move into Maria's house, is that it, mom?" Jim surmises. "Where does Maria live?" Connor inquires for he and Jim. "Someplace far more substantial than what we have, Connor," Barbra reports. "If your up to it, Jim, we can go take a gander now," Maria offers. "Sure, I'm okay. Just as long as I don't move my hand or my arm!" Jim replies, smiling. "Come on, Jim. You're no invalid!" Connors tells his teen lover. % Continued..... Copyright 2005 T. Luke McPhee This story may not be sold or made part of any collection without prior written permission.