Date: Mon, 19 Dec 2005 21:15:47 -0800 (PST) From: survivalgame Subject: A 'Nature Walk' Christmas five 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" five wriTten by T. Chase McPhee % "Hmm.... Wonder what kind of a DVD collection Maury has?" Both eighteen year olds smile, as they walked into the `entertainment' room. Positioned against the far wall, a flat screen TV, the size of a bay window, hung on it. A U-shaped sofa sat in front of it. On a side wall, a cupboard stood, doors open, unveiling a rather extensive collection of DVD's. "Damn, Maury," Jim called out, "what don't you have?" "Pick out something you would like to see." Jim was looking at what he wanted to see, tagging Connor on the shoulder. Looking down, they saw Maury squatting, his hairy ass split, as he searched the archives. They both grinned. Jim leaned over the front of Maury's body, peering at the chest fuzz, the crinkled stomach, his dark trail following the ripples in his belly and then added the hairy thighs to his view. Connor leaned too, trying to get a look. "Oops!" Jim said, as Connor tipped him a bit too far. "Ooooh, sorry `bout that, Maury." Maury suddenly lurched himself into a standing position, facing the two teen jocks. "You guys get a good look?" "Um," Jim stuttered. "Ah... well, "Connor did the same. "Okay, in case you didn't get it, the musicals are all over in this section, comedy over here....." As Maury went about his business, explaining how the DVD;s were organized, Jim and Connor spelled relief that Maury hadn't caught on to why they hovered about him. "So, what'll it be?" "Anything," they agree. "Would you want to see some gay flicks or?" Smiling at each other, Conner and Jim agree, "Gay flicks are okay. Whatcha got?" In reality, the teen jocks have never seen a full length DVD of guys having sex together. Sure, one time last year, when the boys were both seventeen, they got thrown out of the adult bookstore, for trying to pass off as `of-age'. Not before seeing, what they should not have been watching, for their age bracket. Other than a few trailers, they sensed excitement at seeing a full-length feature. "You might like this one of older guys," Maury suggests. "What's it called," Jim asks, as if he would recognize it or anything! "Ski Fling?" Maury names the DVD, opening it and taking the disc out. "I think I've might've heard of it," Jim replies. Connor states, "Yeah, sure Jim." They smile at each other, as Maury pops it into the drive, picking up the remote. "Have a seat guys. I'm sure Jason will be here with the pizzas soon." "Jason?" Conner inquired, as he and Jim sat on the sofa. So cushy was it, that their bare thighs molded together instantly. "Hmm... nice sofa," Jim commented. "I always ask for Jason to deliver." "Oh?" Conner asks, looking at Jim. "It's not how it looks, guys. I swear it. Why, Jason is only twenty years old." Then the barrage of questions followed. "Is he gay?" "Um, yeah." "In school?" "He's a junior in college. In my bio class." "You're a college professor?" Conner asks. Jim follows with, "Where?" "WRCC. I teach science. I thought I mentioned that to you boys?" "Nope," they reply. "So, you and Jason get it on?" Jim asks. "Get what on?" Maury asks them back. "You serious, Maury?" "Sure. I teach science there, why?" "No, about...." Connor stopped Jim, with a hand squeeze to Jim's thigh, "Never mind Maury. Um, Jim and I want to go to WRCC, you know?" "Really? Any help you boys need, let me know. Heck, I already know you are good guys. I bet you are real good in school. Get good grades?" Jim holds his hand out flat, then wiggles it, signifying mediocre. "Connor's the real brain here." "Oh? And what are you planning on majoring in?" "I'm not sure. I thought science, related to the ecology. I used to go to the programs at the Bridges Environmental Center a lot." "And you still don't?" "Not since it became a part of WRCC." "Yeah," Jim states, "when it got absorbed into the college, the programs became too expensive." "Hmm, I'll have to make a mental note of that." Connor replies, "That's why a lot of kids don't go. Nobody's going to pay for their kid to go to an activity, having to pay college credit, unless they're getting the credit." "You've got a point there, Connor. Hmm... I'll have to make sure I mention that to my colleagues." Jim adds, "At the same time, if you can get some younger kids interested, they might be interested in following through in the science program at WRCC, when they graduate." "You guys have given me a lot of good input." "Cool," Jim says, "Now give us something `good' to watch!" Maury smiles, hearing the door bell ring. He tosses the DVD cover into Jim's lap. It slaps right against his cock and balls. "Heeey! You did that on purpose, Maury." Smiling back at Jim, he says, "Did I? I thought it was an accident!" % One thing that Steve and Barry didn't mind about having lots of mouths to feed, had been the least amount of leftovers to find lidded containers for. "Whatever happens to all the lids, Barry?" "I wondered about that myself Steve, until I found a clue to where things go." "Oh? And where would that be?" "The Bermuda Triangle?" "Yeah, betcha that's where. Some guy is on some imaginery island, collecting all this stuff people can't find." "Like that package of condoms you couldn't find, when we first met?" "Tell ya Barry. That guy is one lucky dude." "What guy, Steve?" "The one on the island, using `my' condoms to fuck all those island boys!" "Here, put a lid on those weenies and shove them in the fridge, Steve." "Hmm... nothing compared to the weenie I'm gonna get shoved in me later!" "You better believe it, Steve." After finished cleaning up, Barry and Steve figured they would go sit a spell with the family and others. However, when they reported to the den, they found a different tale to tell. "Where'd everybody go?" "At least somebody waited for us, Steve!" Barry nudges Steve's shoulder. There, on the sofa Philip and Aidan are sacked out. Like two little grownups, Philip lays behind Aidan, his chest to Aidan's back, fast asleep. Only, they had clothes on. "Come on guys. Up to bed," Steve calls out, going for his son, Aidan. "Nooooo.....I want dad-Barry!" Aidan whimpers. Philip follows through, claiming dad-Steve. "That's a switch," Barry says. It's not the first time the two boys are treated to piggyback rides. In their room, the dads make sure the boys strip off their street clothes, donning their PJ's. "Uh-uh... zoobies brushed?" "Oh dad, do we gotta?" Aidan questions his dad's directions. "At the price of cavities, you betcha!" However the dads let the kids get away with the bare minimum. You never saw two boys run so fast for their beds. Half drowsy, Philip lets out, "We got the best Christmas present today." "What did you get?" Barry asks. Steve follows up referring to the same, "Who gave it to you?" "No," Aidan says, "what Phil means is that we bought the best Christmas present." "And what would that be?" Steve asks, Barry nudging him, not to pry. "We can't tell," Philip says. Aidan agrees, "It's a secret present we bought for the whole family." "Except you and dad-Steve," Philip replies. "Well don't you worry about getting anything for dad-Barry and I." "What?" Philip exclaims, breaking out of the sleepy state, "we've gotta get something for you and dad-Barry!" Adding on, Aidan tells them, "Yeah. We can't give nothing to the two best dads in the world!" Steve smiles at Barry, then replies, "Alright, but keep it under five dollars, okay boys?" "Does that mean five dollars a piece or each?" "Right," Steve answers, kissing the boys goodnight, as does Barry, leaving the choice up to them. Passing by the other boys' rooms, on the way to their own `bungalow', Steve and Barry peek in. All is dark and quiet. "Ooooh what a day it's been!" Barry says, then yawns out loud. Almost since day one in their new home, or night one, rather, their routine has been the two hugging, Steve behind Barry's back. They had involved themselves with the theme of setting up traditions. So, one of the two, Steve, came up with standing behind Barry and literally stripping him. However, sometimes Steve's balls started churning on overtime and Barry's lust couldn't make him wait and the impending buildup caused both to hasten the process individually. Tonight wasn't one of those nights. Seems that Steve had more energy than his lover. "Oooh that feels so good, Steve." "I haven't done anything yet, Beary." "Just the touch of your fingers on the buttons of my shirt is enough to start me up, Steve." "Let me see.... Hmm..." Steve drops his hand to the front of Barry's pants, then reports, "I guess the motor is having trouble turning over!" "Fatigue," Barry attributes it to. Regardless, Steve continues unbuttoning the shirt down to Barry's hairy beltline. After pulling the shirt from his bear-lover's waistline, letting the tail of it drag behind his ass, he places his palms on Barry's stomach and chest. Rubbing the bear body, his fingers run in and out of the deep bellyhole. The other caresses the furry pecs, stimulating a nip at a time. "Oooooooh.... You keep that up and I'll be fucking you till the cows come home, Steve!" "And the belt?" "Oh do we have to do that tonight, Steve?" "Nah. I can live with just a nice long, hard fuck." "But if you go get your nip clamps, I'll put them on you, Steve." "Really? Cool!" Steve goes to his dresser draw, digs under his tighty-whities and produces a box enclosing a chain, with two metal clamps attached. By the time he turns around, he finds Barry in the bed, fast asleep. "That was quick!" He says to himself, scratching his head. Giggling, he puts the nip clamps back in the box, saying, "No fun, unless you do it," referring to his lover. Getting into bed, he moves his ass back, into their typical sleeping position. Suddenly he feels Barry's hard meat at his ass door. "Steve?" "Yeah, Barry?" "Have you got the tube of lube over there?" Reaching in the bed table drawer, Steve fishes for the tube, a big grin on his face! % "What's wrong with the car, Matty?" "I don't know, Chad. It's like puttering. Like, it's gonna die or something." "Would have to die on the coldest night of the year!" "I don't think we're too far from Juan's and Miguel's house." "I don't think I can make it, though." "Maybe it's a loose wire or something." Matty gets out, lifts the hood of the 4x4. As the hood goes up, the engines rolls into silence. "Try turning it over, Chad," Matty calls out. It's deader than an ant that got stepped on. Matty walks over to Chad's side of the vehicle. He motions for him to crank down the window. "Can't," Chad says, opening the door a crack. "At least you could've warned me, Preppy. Almost bashed my balls in!" "Oh, I'd never forgive myself for that." Chad kids. "You wouldn't be the only one not forgiving yourself for that, Preppy!" "So, are we going to take a hike?" "Nope. I'm going to take a hike and you're going to stay here. It probably only needs a jumpstart." "Okay. But hurry back." "Promise," Matty tells him. For a few feet up the road, Matty walks backwards, not taking his sight off of Chad. Then he turns, putting his feet in first gear. `Oh great!' Matty says to himself, as the sky unleashes some snow flurries. He approaches the Cruz-Delgado house. Picking up the large, metal doorknocker, he lets go. It pounds the door, as it bounces to a stop. "What brings you here, Matty?" Miguel answers. "I'm Christmas caroling," he says sarcastically. "Where's the rest of the choir?" Miguel asks him, looking behind Matty, to the right and left.. "Listen, the truck broke down. I have Chad waiting for me to return. Do you think you can give me a jumpstart?" "Sure. Let me tell Juan and get my coat." In a minute, Miguel is in his car, Matty in the passenger seat, heading back to the truck. "What a night to get stuck." "I'll say. Especially with Chad and his foot the way it is." "Looks like both or our guys are down." "What's the matter with Juan?" "'Your mother is what's wrong with Juan." Miguel replies. "Okay, what did she do now?" "Hee hee... nothing much, other than we dropped in to see them, she grabbed him away from me to plan the Christmas party and when my papi and I headed out to the kitchen, the two had begun cooking up some chocolate meatloaf." "Chocolate meatloaf? Yech!" Laughing, Miguel replied, "That's what I say. Of course, they had been sipping the kitchen sherry, so I though it time to take my bambino home." "Miguel?" "Que?" "Do you think my mom... our mom is having a problem with drinking?" "Not that I know of, other than what happened today. Why do you ask, Matty?" "Because yesterday afternoon I called her and she sounded a little strange." "Like she's been drinking?" "Either that or she's smoking something!" "No, that doesn't sound typical. Hey, y'know I think I'll call my papi and ask." "Would you do that, Miguel?" "Sure I would. I better hustle. This white stuff is coming down as snowballs." "There's the truck." "Isn't that cute how Chad is waving to us." "Forget the wave, Miguel. He's just cute!" "True. Haven't we both got the best?" "Yeah. You sure latched on to a hot looking chili pepper!" "I think it's also cool that we're brothers." "Half." "Which half of me do you like best?" "Well, I've only seen the top half and that looks decent!" "C'mon. We'd better rescue Chad. This conversation is starting to make me horny!" Miguel came to a stop, linking hoods with Matty's 4x4. "Chad, what are you doing out of the truck?" "I thought I could help." "And what happens if you slip break your ass?" "My ass? Wouldn't matter much, since it's your ass that's always getting fucked?" "Here, get in the back of Miguel's car. It's all nice and toasty." While Miguel went to work on the truck, Matty helped his preppy-boy into the back seat. He then met Miguel, ready to jumpstart the vehicles. "Okay. Start your engine, Matty." A faint sound of hope came from the truck engine. Hopping out, Matty asks, "How does it sound?" "Terminal," Miguel replies. "Hey, do you smell something burning, Miguel?" "Yeah, matter of fact. Thought it was somebody's fireplace, but it seems really strong." Stepping around, behind Miguel's car, they look up the road. "What's up guys?" "Chad, I thought I put you in the car?" "You did, but I was wondering what grabbed your attention?" "We smelled something burning." Suddenly an explosion rocked the neighborhood, shaking the three from their feet. "Oh shit!" Matty called out, then realizing Chad lying down. "Chad! You okay?" "I'm fine. I think I hurt my foot again, though." However, when the two rose to their feet, they stood in awe, watching Miguel running down the road, away from them. "You don't think...." Matty tried to conclude. "C'mon, Matty. Rip those plugs off and lets get this car turned around!" When you think what you think is wrong and then think that somebody you love is involved, adrenaline takes hold. Such had the been the case with Miguel, when he realized that the fire through the trees, the billowing, black smoke hurling upwards over the forest, had been his own home, he sped down the road like an Olympic runner. As Chad and Matty arrived, the same time as sirens screaming around the neighborhood, they watched as Miguel ran back and forth around the flaming home, searching for his loved one. "Now you stay put, Chad!" Running out to meet Miguel, the two went together around the side of the house, then into the woods round back. No matter where they went, Juan wasn't anywhere to be found. Fire was everywhere, it seemed, licking the windows and doors. "Shit! Shit! Shit! Miguel called out... Where is he?" Matty feared for the worst, as Miguel seemed to go insane with grief. "Juan? Juan?" He called out, looking to every window. >From the back, Matty suddenly saw a cannon of water shoot onto the blaze, realizing the fire department must've gotten here. Seeing that Miguel was out of it, Matty had to literally grab hold of the Latino's coat and drag him away from the back of the house. "Anybody inside?" The fireman asked Chad. "I... I think... yea," Chad replied, filling with thoughts that if they are, it's already too late. "Do you live here?" "No. My lover's brother and... Juan's inside, as far as I know." Coming around the side of the house, Miguel latches on to the fireman talking with Chad. Roughly, he takes the front of the fireman's yellow uniform. "You've gotta get in there and save him... you gotta save him... please mister.... Save him!" Matty and Chad look at each other. Even though the two didn't really know Juan `that' well, tears begin to form. "Look, I'm going to see if there's anything I can do." In the mean time, others show up. "Miguel honey, what happened?" >From the fireman, Miguel is passed off to Bernice. "Mama, it's Juan..... he......" "Oh noooo...oh noooo... oh God no...." Bernice replies, as she cuddles Miguel in her arms. Alberto talks with Matty and Chad, trying to find out what happened. "That's all we know, Alberto. One minute we're standing there, smelling all this smoke and then the house ignites," Matty fills him in. "Chad are you alright?" "Dad?" Chad recognizes his father. For the second time, Matty tells his story. "Matty, what happened?" Comes another reply, as Sean approaches. "You can see the flames from way over on the other side of the neighborhood!" Alberto tells Jacq, "I'm afraid it's bad news for my boy." Jacq looks towards Bernice and Miguel, saying to Alberto, a hand on his arm, "I'm so, so sorry." "We all are, but thanks. Jacq, do you think you can, ah, talk with Miguel?" "Let me go over. I'll talk with him." As Jacq is trying to give him moral support, Bernice offers the hugging comfort of two loving arms. "Hey, kid?" A voice is heard, being that of the fireman, "I'm sorry, but we're giving up hope for that of your friend." However, totally in an irrational state, Miguel lashes out at the twenty-eight year old firefighter. Grabbing him by the collar, Miguel and the firefighter fly about two feet in the air, before hitting the ground. "Give up? You can't fucking give up... it's Juan we're talkin' about... yea hear? My love...my......." Alberto and Jacq, aided with Sean and Matty, try tearing Miguel, in a fit of rage, off of the pinned fire fighter. However, as they bend over, they see the fireman has locked his arms around the twenty-one year old Latino, as if putting him in a straightjacket. As Miguel begins to lose strength in the fight, the fireman rubs his hand up and down the back of the distraught Latino. "Shhhhhh, now. It's going to be alright, guy. You'll see." Behind Matty and Chad, on the outer circle of the gathering, they hear two firemen talking. "That faggot, Adams." "He's going to give us all a bad name." "Yeah, we gotta do something about this, Dave." "Yeah, before they think we're all a bunch of faggots!" Chad and Matty, in direct earshot of the two, turn their heads slightly towards one another. Chad says softly, "Don't look back." "But," "Just chill a minute, Matty." "C'mon," the two finally hear one of the fireman say, "let's get this wrapped up." "Yeah, then we'll think about what to do about Adams." "One called the other `Dave'," Matty replied to Chad. "I know. C'mon. Let's mention it to my dad, first." "Great idea, Chad." Hovering over Miguel, in the fireman's arms, Jacq and Alberto reach down for him. "You can take him. I think he's okay now," the fireman let's Miguel go, a hundred times more subdued. Alberto says, "I'm sorry my son behaved like that, um..." "Chance. Chance Adams." "Thank you very much. Alberto Cruz." Helping Miguel up, Alberto didn't have an extra hand, however it's at this time that Matty, Chad and Barry happen over. "You were awesome!" Matty tells Chance. Barry offers him a hand. Chad replies, "Yeah, there Miguel was, beating you to a pulp and yet, you.... You comforted him. Man, it shows you've got some kind of big heart!" Making Chance blush, he held onto Barry's hand long enough to get a friendly greeting. He then traded off to Chad's hand, then Matty's, each greeting the other with introductions. "Good work, Adams," Another man in yellow shook Chance's hand. "Thanks, Chief. Oh, and this is Barry Barr," Chance introduced his fire chief. "Nice to meet you Barry. You're the acting principal at the high school, aren't you?" "That I am and this is my son Chad and his..." Chad fills in the blank for his dad, "Lover." Maybe Barry expected something else, however things remained quite normal. "Nice to meet you Chad," the chief shook hands. Matty's offered his hand, replying, "good to meet you too." For the moment, Barry dispelled any ill will against Chance, from the fire chief. He was going to offer the chief some information that Chad and Matty had cued him into, but then Chad butted in. "I hate to ask you this, Chance, but are you gay?" Smiling, letting out a short giggle, he replied, "Being that you two are, I feel comfortable coming out to you. Yeah, I am. Why?" Barry decided, for whatever reason, none most likely, to say, "I am too." Chance turns to Steve, still speaking to Chad, "Your father, too?" "Yeah. Actually, he's my stepdad." "Doesn't matter," Chance replies, smiling at Barry. "Well, while everybody's getting things off their chest," Chief Johnson initiates, "I might as well welcome myself to the club!" "Way to go, Michael!" Chance says to the fire chief, patting him on the back. "Um, you too already know that... um," Barry tries popping the question. "Oh sure," Chance replies. Chief Johnson adds, "Hey, we're not the only ones. There's some other fine fire fighters that are gay, but I'm not at liberty to... you know." "Hey, that's their business, but chief, thanks for coming out with it." "Well, I'm not actually out and...." "You don't have to caution us, Michael... may I call you that?" "Sure you can Barry and just keep it under wraps." "However," Barry begins to relate what Chad and Matty observed, "I take it that you, Chance, are more or less totally out?" "Yeah. Kind of just happened, so I let it happen, over time." "Well, my boys," Barry looks at both Chad and Matty, "overheard something that I think you might find important." "Oh? What's that?" Chief Johnson asks the two young men, directly. Chad takes the helm, offering, "We heard these two firefighters behind us talking about Chance." "What did they say?" "One was named Dave," Matty reported. Chance further identifies him as, "Dave Pressman... about five feet, eleven, dark brown hair?" "We didn't turn around," Chad replies to the description. "Wise decision," Chance proceeds, "they can be bastards when they want to be." "Chance," Chief Johnson questions, "they haven't been messing with you again, have they?" "Little stuff, that's all." "Wait a minute, you had a run in with these guys, Chance?" "Listen, I shouldn't be burdening you with this Barry and the snow's picking up." As the fire diminished to smoldering ruins, the crowd thinned. An ambulance took Miguel away, with Bernice accompanying him. Alberto drove behind them. "Hey, Chief?" "Yeah, Miller?" "I think we found something. You want to come take a look?" All thoughts about breaking up for the night, dissipated, as Matty helped Chad along, Barry accompanying Chance, the chief and Detective Miller, rounding the back of the house. They hurried their pace, spotting a portable lighting unit, held over paramedics working on a body. "That's Juan!" Barry calls out, "It's Juan! He's alive?" "Owwch... easy Matty!" "Sorry Chad... I can't believe it. Juan's alive, even after Miguel and I searched out back here." >From a distance, the two young men looked upon the lighted area of the woods. As they approached, Barry and Chance met them. "There's nothing you can do boys. Let the paramedics do their job." "Is he going to be okay, dad?" Chad asks. Chance states, "He's unconscious. Looks like he's lucky to might have been thrown from the force of the explosion." "Yeah, we did hear something fierce. It damn well knocked us off our feet and we had been down the road a bit," Matty replied. "Guys, I hope you can keep a secret, because if you said anything, it could mean my job." "Of course we wouldn't say anything," Barry assured Chance. "Yeah, well... Ah," Chance lowered his voice, leaning in, as Chad, Matty and Barry did the same, "looks like it's arson." "Arson?" "Dad!" Both Matty and Chad cautioned, as Barry elevated his level of response. "They've already found evidence that the foundation had been doused with gasoline." "No shit?" Barry questioned, bewildered. "Who would want to kill Miguel and Juan?" Chad asks. Matty replies, "Miguel wasn't home at the time. Only Juan was there." "Maybe Miguel.... Nah, kick me for even thinking it!" Matty nudges Chad's leg with his knee, understanding what his lover's thoughts had been, replying, "Shame on you, Preppy!" "I know," Chad replies, slapping himself on the face. Barry continues, "Well, are you sure Juan was thrown from the house by the explosion, Chance?" "We're not sure of anything. Detective Miller needs to check everything out completely and analyze the information. From the piece of a branch lodged in his shoulder, looks that Juan was thrown from the house by the explosion." "Damn!" Chad says of the injury. Chance says to them, "That's confidential too." "Oh, we know, Chance." "Yeah, no problem," Chad swears. "Well, I suppose there's nothing we can do tonight," Barry brings up. "Uh, could I buy you a cup of java, Barry?" Chance asks. Chad butts in, "Um, my dad's got a partner already, Chance." "Oh." Smiling, Barry replies, putting his hand on Chance's shoulder, "I'd like to buy you a cup!" "Don't you have to clean up, Chance?" Matty inquires. "Not my turn." "Your turn, Chance?" "Yeah. It's this thing we have. Whenever there's a fire, one of us gets off scot-free for the week, not having to clean up the hoses. This week it's my turn." "Hmm, so if there's no fires you lose out?" "Nope. If there's no fires then everybody wins!" They all chuckled at Chance's explanation, but return to the grim state when they view the lighted woods, a makeshift tarp overhead, as they work on Juan. "Dad, you sure we shouldn't stick around?" Chance answers Chad's question, "Believe me, there's nothing you can do. Besides in about two minutes the chopper will be here." "Oh, they're medivac-ing him?" Barry asks. "Yes. I think I can hear it coming in now." Rushing around to the front entrance to the smoldering ruins, the small band stands with the police near the ambulance. As the medivac lands, who should pop out, but Callan. "Busy night?" "Hey Barry, yeah. It's been a busy day. Another four car fender bender up on `Donovon's Hill'." "No fatalities I hope?" As they run along the side of the house, Barry gathers information. "No, but some of your students were involved?" "Any idea of names?" "The famous student... Manilow.... what's his name?" "Richie Manilow?" "Yeah and the Sanchez kid." "Jason?" "That's him." "Serious injuries?" "No, but would you believe that Richie's uncle is on his way here?" "Barry Manilow?" "Yes. Seems that the kid is like a son to him." "That's the feeling I got too, when he showed for the Madrigal Dinner last year." "Listen, I have to jump into action here, Barry." "I understand, Callan and thanks for the info." Barry hightails it back to the front of the house. "What's up, dad?" Chad inquires. "Some students had been involved in an accident today." "You know them personally, dad?" Matty asks. Smiling, at the word dad, Barry replies, "Yes. Both, but Callan says they are in no danger." "That's cool," Matty adds. "Um, dad?" "Yes, Chad?" "Would you mind if Matty and I stayed at your place tonight?" "This wouldn't have anything to do with Chance coming over for a cup of java, would it?" Both Chad and Matty reply at once, "Um, yeah." % "What is it babe?" "Looks like some excitement in the neighborhood." "What time is it there, Gary?" "Let's see. I'd gage it to be about two hours after you finished pounding my ass!" "Hmm... dare you to answer like that when we're at the mall tomorrow!" "Hee heee.... Should I get on the PA, Mike?" "Hmm," Mike says, holding his cock upright from it's wilted position, "think I should get one installed?" "You kidding? Good way to break a tooth!" "Oh, you don't have to chew on it... take it right on down, babe." "Thanks. Choke the living daylights out of me, will you?" As the thirty-six year old shrink approached the bed from the foot of the covers, he zeroes in on his lover, still holding the soft shaft. "You kidding? Where else will I find a hot, tight hole to pry open?" Looking down at the cop's cock, still held by his lover, Gary then looks up at Mike. "Go for it babe. `Still got plenty of cream churning in my balls!" "I don't know. My ass is kind of sore," he tells Mike. "Hell with your ass! You've already got my balls churning. Get those lips down here!" Gary laughs. The thirty-seven year old, solidly built cop then does a crunch, his arms helping to hold him upright, steals a kiss. As he descends, he watches as his lover's tongue licks the head of his bent over pleasure stick. "Ooooh yeah," he groans, sinking back into the pillow. % Continued..... Copyright 2005 T. Luke McPhee This story may not be sold or made part of any collection without prior written permission.