Date: Sat, 28 Feb 2009 11:57:22 -0800 (PST) From: T. Chase McPhee Subject: Natural Wildlife 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. % Natural Wildlife 06 wriTten by T. Chase McPhee % All the way home from Chad's house all Griffin could talk about is the fun he had while his dad was away, of his times with the gang, at the environmental center, the bike ride from Barberio's with Chris Gates, when the gang swam at Phil's and Aidan's house and remarked, "It was so cool staying with Jeremy. He's got nice dads." Then before Richard could get a word in edgewise the nine year old asks, "Dad, do you think some day we can have another dad? Maybe a brother too?" At least Richard was grateful the subject hadn't revolved around his lost lover. But then again with Aldo out of his life forever, his attorney's badgering returned his focus to what was said earlier today. And if his thoughts weren't jumbled enough, Griffin stoked the fires regarding a second `dad' and `children', him going back to Eric's words about Ajay's sons, Serhan and Seraj. "I don't know Griffin. I'm not sure what our lives are going to be like." As they approached the small apartment they lived in, Griffin went on and on again, repeating most facts just said. Perhaps it wasn't only Griffin's thoughts, most likely some wishing and hoping, thoughts about not getting younger, which went for himself as well as his son, but between pulling out of Chad's and Matty's driveway everything gave him possibilities, "It `would' make you happy to have a brother or two?" he drew on his own private thoughts" For Griffin, hearing his father say it, it suddenly put a down-spin to his hopeful thoughts, "It would. I know I'm enough of a problem dad, not to have another kid around...." Richard tapped his hand on Griffin's thigh, "Oh now, you know you're not any trouble, son." Then Griffin looked at it in a different way, "Jeremy's dads have a lot of fun together. Don't you want to have somebody around to have fun with too?" And he didn't stop there, said something which made Richard smile, "You know, Dad... another guy to get with the kissin' and stuff?" "Say, why don't we stop for some pizza?" Richard tried to derail Griffin's train of thought. "I ate at Jeremy's house." "Oh, so I guess they fed you good there, huh?" He questioned his son. "It was nice," Griffin replied, not wanting to offend his dad. But then blew it, saying, "It's nice to sit at home and eat at a table. Y'know, Jeremy and his dads all eat at the same time, together?" "Must be nice," Richard thought. So, Griffin did level with his dad he could go for an ice cream sundae. "Jeremy's dads took us to the new ice cream place. Can we go?" Unknowing to Richard, he let Griffin show him the way, accidentally making a wrong left turn and having to go around the block. "Are you sure it's this way?" he joked. "Yup!" Griffin replies. Then, when pulling into the parking lot of the Dairy Freeze, he questions, "Are you sure this is it, Griff?" Richard got a kick out of Griffin telling, "No, dad. That's why there's a giant vanilla ice cream cone on top of it?" "Oh really. Is that why? I thought in this weather it would be melted away!" "Nooooooo dad! It's not real you know?" % "So, you boys all comfy?" Gregg asked as he stood there in only briefs, staring at Jose and Mark in the bed. Neither said it, but Mark and Jose were feeling sorry for their host, Jose asking, "Does Raphael do this all the time?" "He's a free bird of choice. Like I said. We're friends. Companions and whenever he feels the urge," Gregg moves both hands making like a dove flying away, "he takes flight." The alpha male, Jose, takes charge and asks, "So what are your plans for tonight?" "Ohhhhh, polish up the old golf clubs. Make them all shiny for tomorrow's tournament and then probably grab some warm milk before turning in," Gregg replied as if bored. Like two mature adults, Jose and Mark lay, relaxed in the bed, shirts off but shorts adorning their butts. Jose suggests, "If it's okay with Mark you can hang in here for awhile?" "Fine with me," Mark replied. Earlier he had mentioned to Jose his thoughts on how hot Gregg's chest and abs were and how awesome it was to haved touched them! When Gregg took up residence in the easy chair, he slacked one leg over the arm. Unintentionally it created a wider view of his crotch, the cock-pocket of his A&F's bursting with energy. He noticed the guys looking. He looked down. "Oh sorry," he said, rejoining his knees. Both guys giggled, Mark saying, "We're not!" Gregg teases Mark, "I have a good mind to come over there right now and rub your nose in it!" "I think it would be cool to see," Jose encourages him. Responding as if serious, Gregg asks, "You're joking, right?" Mark and Jose look at each other and burst out in laughter. "C'mon guys! Stop teasing!" But they kept up their laughter. "Okay. You asked for it!" Neither protested as Gregg came at them on the bed. Mark had `been there, done that', so it wasn't tough for him to scoot down in the bed, allow Gregg to stick his knees in between the sides of his bod, Gregg's kneecaps up against his teen pits, his parked balls under his briefs staring Mark in the face. "Go ahead!" Jose dared him. "Really?" Mark asks. "Sure. Why not? Didn't you do Gregg this afternoon?" Mark agrees, "Yeah." "So?" was Jose's final word of approval. So Mark went ahead, opened his mouth, stuck his tongue out and started licking the tip of Gregg's cock. Having some ideas of his own of how this was going to go, the minute Gregg started purring, Jose got up from the bed and stood. "And what are you up to?" Gregg asked, staring at Jose's crotch. Jose's hand firmed himself up from the outside of his briefs. "You don't think you were getting a hot blowjob free did you?" Gregg's face lit up with a essence of brightness, flashing his pearly whites. "You're a cunning son-of-a-gun!" Reading Jose's thoughts, Gregg's hands reached out, took Jose's briefs in hands and pulled them down over his torso. Out popped his already hard shaft, bouncing up and down. It made Gregg giggle as he pulled down on Jose's cock and let it bounce back up again. "Will you stop playing with it Gregg and wrap your lips around it?" "Yes, Lord Vader!" Gregg replied. Two seconds later he was sucking precum from Jose's straw. % "And so that's the way it went," Sean Clark ended the story of him and Jacque, the facts surrounding their break up. "Wow. I mean... it seems like you two were so happy... so like, you were going to stick it out til the end," Eric said as the lay there in bed, Sean tossing a basketball up in the air and catching it, Eric tapping out a funky beat on his stomach. He didn't want Eric to get the wrong impression, "But this isn't to say `you' will meet a guy, fall in love and wind up in the same boat I'm in." "I hope not," Eric replies. Then he hints, about his current relationship status with his boss, "First though I have to get a guy and then wind up keeping him before I can ever think if I'm going to break up with him!" "I think I got what you said," Sean tried comprehending his brother's statement. Then with a pause of silence, asks, "What are your feelings about this boss of your's?" "The truth is? I was head-over-heels falling for him." Then after a sarcastic laugh, "I `thought' he was doing the same until he met up with Chris Gates. In a way I have Chris to thanks." Sean was hoping Eric was thinking the same as he. "Oh? How would that go?" "Possibly this whole meeting up with him would have saved me from future grief?" Then Eric assumes, "How would I know if Hayden would wind up doing the same thing as Jacque?" "Well," Sean replies, "I would hope the man you meet `you' will have a stronger foundation on which to build your relationship." "I don't know. It's tough to forsee anything. It's like trial and error." Then in deep thought Eric says, "I suppose the only way somebody can find out is meet a guy and hope things work out for the best. I think maybe it's good to hold off on the sex and work at it from a friendship type of deal." "That's one way of putting it I suppose." "But tell me something Sean?" Eric asks, turning over on his side. "What?" "This has been bugging me for awhile. If two guys don't have sex, how do they know they are compatible sexually? What happens if they wait, fall in love and then find out they are both tops or bottoms?" Sean rested the basketball on his stomach. After a minute of deep thought he tells, "That's a tough call. Sometimes a guy has an innate sense of ability to tell if the other guy is a top or bottom. Other times, guys will go by the heart and mind and worry about positions in bed later. As for me, I think I had a clue to Jacque being a top before we got into a more serious encounter." "Okay," Eric says, sitting up on the bed, "you can tell right?" "Tell?" "If a guy is a top or bottom, right?" "Depends on the guy." "What about me?" Sean had an inkling Eric was going to spring this on him. Instead of a direct answer he replies, "I think for your age you acted out very mature about dealing with Hayden and this Chris Gates." "You evaded my question," the seventeen year old replied. "Yeah I know," Sean confesses. "So you don't know if I am or I'm not?" Sean turns it around, "What do you think you are Eric?" Hitting the pillow, burying the back of his head in it, Eric says, "I'm not sure, but had the urge of...." "Come on. Come out with it," Sean spoke like a psychologist, "It's not going to help keeping your feelings inside. You started this conversation, now finish it!" Turning back on his side, parking his right elbow in the pillow, Eric got up enough gumption to say, "I felt kind of dirty thinking this everytime Hayden I were together, but y'know Sean, even though Hayden is twenty-eight and I'm only a teenager, I had this sort of daydream of having him suck me off?" Wiser, Eric's brother asks, "Only sucking him off?" Giggling, Eric replies, "Okay. So I did kind of jerk off at night picturing myself fucking Hayden. Funny thing is, as I stroked myself my hips started thrusting up and down. It was like I was actually fucking him." Then quick to the chase, "What do you think?" "And you never got the chance?" "Dah, Sean. He like `liked' me and the next day he was shoving me away for Chris Gates!" Seeing he hit a sensitive nerve, watching Eric sulk, he knew his brother `was' having some animosity over being `dumped' by his boss. Turning to his left, Sean consoled Eric, rubbing his hand on his shoulder, trying to comfort him, "Oh come on now. You're young yet. Soon you'll be eighteen and life will seem a lot different. You'll see. And," his hand flowed down Eric's arm to his hand, clasping it, "You're a handsome guy. Bet when you get to college you'll be turning guys away." Eric smiled, "You know Sean, I think they're teaching you a lot at college?" Then Eric did something crazy. The hand in his right hand he picked up and dropped it between his legs. "What do you think you're doing, Eric?" Sean removed his hand as if touching a hot flame. "Nothing," Eric replied, smiling like an angel. "You little devil!" Sean clarified it. "If Mark and Denis can do it, how come you and I can't?" "Do what?" "Oops! I guess you don't know." Sean suddenly sat up, indian-style. Before he could return his thoughts, Eric informed him, "I suppose you didn't hear. Denis and Mark had sex together?" Maybe Sean didn't hear, but for sure he wasn't falling prey to Eric's suggestion. "Well you can forget about it, because it's not going to happen to `you' and `me' and that's final!" Sean started getting up and all fours, backing his way off the twin bed. Eric figured, `now or never'. Grabbing the middle of his twenty-one year old brother's shirt up in a ball, he caught him off balance. "What tha?" Sean pushed away too late after his bod caved in to Eric's wishes, him stealing a kiss. "No! Absolutely not!" Sean exclaimed, the back of his hand wiping Eric's kiss off of his mouth. Feeling hurt both by what Hayden did to him and Sean backing away, Eric lay there as he watched Sean head for the door. "I'm sorry Eric," Sean has his hand on the doorknob, replies with anger, "but because Denis and Mark go behind other people's back and..." He pauses when Eric's sad-sack face turns into a grin. "What?" A giggle escapes Eric's mouth as he tells, "On nothing, but did you notice you've got a hardon?" Sean tried to control the tent with his hand, covering it. "It's nothing," he tried explaining, "okay?" But for Eric `it' wasn't `nothing', trying to forget his `feelings', both mentally and physically. His hand was on the door, but seemingly frozen in place, Sean looking at the tent between his brother's legs, but his mind on a different plateau, "It's not right okay?" Then Eric drew his trump card. Probably he shouldn't be forcing the issue, but he was losing control of `right from wrong'. "Y'know one time I heard our dads talking about you doing some kinky stuff?" As much as Sean wanted to leave, thoughts raced through his mind of not having man-to-man sex for roughly a month now. Slowly, his hand switched from hiding, to rubbing as he watched the `little devil' stroke his jeans, the tension between his legs mounting. "Oh really?" It stoked Sean's interest. "And how would that go?" Hearing the lock on the doorknob `click', Eric didn't think it, but it was obvious he was slowly starting to `own' his brother, four years older than himself. "A number of things I would never even think about if I didn't hear it with my own ears." "Oh really?" Sean asked again, inching a little closer to the bed. "And what would that entail?" Based on his knowledge of how it went with not only Sean and Jacques, but others in his brother's teenaged life, he told it like it is, giving demonstration, "Why don't you cut the bullshit and get your lips on my cock, `boy'!" Probably as horny as Eric was right now, Sean stood there pondering the situation. Eric drove on the issue, "I heard that if you didn't do something you would get whipped for it." Digging deeper into the roleplay, like a natural thing, he adds, "You going to suck me Sean or do I have to get `violent'?" Inside Eric was feeling humorous because he never thought in a million years he could ever be malevolent. But then again it was all part of the act. "A man's gotta do what a man's gotta do!" Sean replied. Suddenly Eric started to get sweaty. Sitting up in the bed he left his private parts to fend for themselves. "What are you doing Sean?" He watched as Sean started unbuckling his belt. "Hey! I didn't mean it okay?" Then as it sometimes leaned that way, slowly Eric began losing control, Sean leading instead of his brother. "So what are you going to do? Leave us both hanging here?" "We can't do this Sean. I was only joking, okay? I'm not going to," he looked upon the belt in Sean's hand, "do this." Reaching over his shoulder, Sean grabs his tee shirt by the back of the crew neck collar. Pulling it forwards, he removes it in one sweep. "Sean, I told you...." but Eric stopped dead in his tracks, seeing something about his brother he never saw before. "Hey, you've changed." Cracking a smile, Sean says, "Yeah. Happens when you get older. Like it?" "Sure. I like hairy guys," Eric says matter-of-factly. Leaning, knees on the bed, Sean invites, "Touch me." "I don't know." "C'mon," Sean said nicely. "Nobody's gonna see but you and me. The kids are with our dads at the concert-in-the-park, Mark and Jose are off at the country club and Denis... c'mon. Go for it while we have this time to ourselves." Everything Sean said stood rational with Eric. Provoking him into a situation both seemed to have wanted, Sean coaxes him, "C'mon. Lie down. Feel me up." Surrendering, Eric allowed Sean to pull on his ankles, him readjusting himself on the bed so he would slide under Sean as he made his way up the bed on all fours. "Go ahead. Don't be shy. Touch me." "Are you sure this is okay?" Eric questioned before putting his fingertips on Sean's dark chest fur. He withdrew them. It was Sean's turn to giggle. "Woos!" But instead of turning Eric off, he got a little kinky saying, "Here. Take the belt and rub it against my bod. It'll really turn me on." "You're a pervert, you know?" Eric replied, not refusing the belt which was dropped on his own abs. Sean smiled and said, "Takes one to know one!" Picking up the belt, Eric asks, "Um, so what do I do with this? I'm not going to hurt you with it, Sean." "Nobody said anything about hurting. Just take it between your hands, draw it out tight and rub it up and down my pecs." "Weird!" Eric said softly, but did as instructed. "How's that feel?" "Awesome, but get more aggressive." Already, as Eric looked down the tunnel of their bod's, parallel to each other, he could see Sean's big shaft hanging down, totally hard, his big balls hanging down beyond. As he stroked the belt along Sean's pecs he lost eye contact with his brother's privates as he moaned out loud and arched his spine, his stomach dropping low. He made comment, "I'm getting a nice treasure trail too, you know?" "Oh really?" Sean let the buzz pass. "Let's see." At first Eric had a funny feeling, but Sean had beat him to it, lifting his tee shirt up. Ready for a negative reaction, getting it, Sean pushed Eric's belt-laden hands away. "Yeah, it's coming in real nice," Sean replied, spotting the sliver of hair above and below his brother's navel. Then suggestive, "Give it some water and maybe it'll grow!" "But..." is all Eric got out as he felt a wet tongue glide, from his beltline, up over his bellyhole and then beyond. Losing his will power to stop it, Eric ground his head into the pillow, his hands flopping to his sides, the belt lying tautly over his own chest. See how far he could get, Sean licked farther up over Eric's smooth abs, taking his tee shirt in hands. Eric loosened his left hand, his right hand holding the belt. Moving it aside, one hand pushed Eric's hand while Sean's other hand lifted the tee shirt. As he heard it or read it, not sure where it came from, Eric voiced his opinion of his brother's ministrations, "Oh fuck yeah!" when Sean's tongue glided over his teen nip. He let go of the belt when Sean forced his tee shirt up around his neck. He lifted his head off the pillow so Sean could strip it. Same time, lost in the moment, Sean pinned both of Eric's wrists above his head. Leaning over, their bloated pants made contact as as tongue reached out and began licking pit-hair. "Oh fuck!" Eric exclaimed. "Doesn't that taste... funky, Sean?" Stopping for a moment, Sean replies, "I like more hairy!" "Ewe! Gross!" Eric said in disgust, but he didn't make complaint when Sean's tongue massaged the small amount of hair in the pit under his arm! Right now Sean was the `master', Eric the `innocent bystander', lying there and allowing his more experienced brother take over the reins. He sighed feeling Sean's tongue do both pits, lick down his shoulder, stop at each pec and make a meal of it with tongue and cupped lips. "Oh man! I don't know how long I'm gonna last Sean!" "Ah. Then we better get a move on it!" Saying it, Sean made good on his proposition, his hands going to work on Eric's belt buckle. He probably should have been nervous, but this was Sean opening up his pubes, not Hayden or some other stranger. So he parked his hands behind his head and asked, like he didn't know what was going to happen, "What're you gonna do?" "It's a surprise," Sean replies, same manner as Eric had minutes ago, in a devilous manner. After the buckle is opened, the button undone, zipper down, he requests, "Push your butt up." It wasn't an unusual request. Eric had done this many a time since about his middle teen years, undoing his own pants, pressing down on his feet to do an inverted pushup, lifting his butt so he could drag his pants and briefs down when the time became right to unload his teen wad. Not thinking anything different he allowed Sean to rule his mind, since his tongue had already stirred up his balls. Pulling his pants and briefs down at the same time, Sean dug his fingers into the heel of Eric's sneakers, removing all of his apparel at once, except socks. "Nice!" he replied, seeing Eric's straight cock nestled in among a hedge of pubic hair. Grazing his hands up Eric's lightly haired legs he was already to gulp down. "Wait!" Sean acted disappointed. "What? You're not changing your mind are you?" "No. I mean," he did experience some doubt. But his cock and balls overruled his mind, "Yeah. I still want to do it, but what about you?" "Me?" "Yeah. When two guys have sex aren't they both supposed to be in the buff?" Sean smiled. "I guess you want the whole show huh?" "Show?" Eric questioned. He didn't remain in the dark long as Sean slipped his sneakers off, then stood up on the bed. "Get comfy. I think you're gonna like this!" Sean looked different standing up than over him in the bed. "You have an awesome bod, Sean!" "Really?" Then, from experience, he decided to give his brother some more excitement, "how so?" "Your chest. I like the way your hair covers it. I can hardly see your nips." With more sexual showmanship, Sean replies, "Oh really? How's this?" "Doesn't that hurt?" Eric asks, as he sits up on his elbows, watching Sean pulling both nips out of the forest of dark hair with hands attached. As he tweaked his own nips, Sean's pants fell to around his ankles. "Mash them hard and you'll really see my cock leak!" He laughed. Eric smiled. "Really?" "Want to try?" "Uh. Sure." All this was new to Eric. He had heard some things about Sean having a liking to being tied down and stuff done to him, so he kind of related to it, letting things go with the flow, being adventurous. But Eric was hastily sidetracked as Sean finished disrobing his lower half. "OMG! You're `huge' Sean!" Sean laughed his ass off as he sank his knees into the bed. "What?" he joked, "my cock or balls?" "Both!" Eric exclaimed. By now he wasn't feeling any inhibitions. He already was invited to touch his brother's hairy pecs, so didn't think anything of sliding his hand under Sean's floppy pubic region. "Alright if I?" "I thought you knew the drill?" "Drill?" Eric said as he hesitated to touch Sean's dark bush and orbs. "Sure. I think you're bright enough to figure out the slave doesn't have any rights, `Master Eric'!" "Oh. We're back to that again?" "It's been awhile. I miss it. If you want to we can play it?" "Hmm," Eric thought it over. "Like how would it go?" "Easy. You do anything you want to me and I take it!" he ended with a smile. "Is that what you used to do? I mean some things guys did to you hurt you, right?" "Yeah and I was loving every minute of it. Go ahead," he coaxed Eric on, "feel up my balls." With this new angle Eric wasn't sure. Taking Eric's wrist, Sean forced his hands under his low-hangers. "Wow!" Eric said of taking his first set of hairy balls in hand. "Go ahead. Move them around. Play with them." "Play?" Eric responded, still not sure. "I dare you to squeeze them!" Sean giggled. "I'm `not' going to squeeze your balls, Sean!" "Woos!" Eric wasn't a woos and since this whole thing was turning out bizarre, he went with it. "There. Happy?" Sean hardly made a sound. Going for Eric's balls he says, "No. Like this!" "Get your fuckin' hands off my balls!" Eric shouted, backing away from Sean's grabby hands. He laughed. "Then do mine!" "Alright. But it's not my fault if you scream your lungs out!" If Eric only knew. Sean did what he used to do, roughly three years ago he was in a situation out of his control, the way he liked it. Instead he sat up straight on his knees, parked his hands behind his head and, "C'mon. Do it. Get your hand under my balls. Yeah, that's it," he said when he felt Eric's hand touch under his balls. Then, relieving himself of his position, he took Eric's other hand and placed it on his cock. "Yeah... stroke me as you're torturing my balls." The word stirred him, but he was tired of backing away. He knew Sean would only convince him otherwise. "Okay, but you asked for it, just remember that!" "Oh, I will," Sean replied cheerfully. "You're a sick pup, you know it?" Eric said just before giving a little squeeze, barely containing one ballsac in his hand. He kept vigil on Sean's face and ears to his vocal emotions. "That okay?" he asked, applying more pressure. "Oh fuck yeah!" Sean called out. Eric was a little confused. He didn't know if Sean meant squeezing his balls or stroking his cock as fueling his moaning. "No! Don't stop!" He continued. This time his eyes opened wide til he could feel what it was like, seeing the whites of somebody's eyes as reflected in a mirror. "You've got to kidding?" Eric said as he slowly closed his fist around his brother's ballsac. "Feels awesome! More!" Sean called out, dropping his head back and making guttural sounds. "More! Squeeze harder!" "Oh shit!" They both yelled out upon hearing the van pull up in the driveway. "Now you come!" Eric complained of Sean's discharge soaking his hand. But Sean's mind was on otherwise, "We better hustle!" "On shit!" Eric called out when he went for the tissue box, it being empty. "Here. Catch!" At this point Eric wasn't being picky of where his hand was wiped. Catching Sean's briefs he used it to clean up. "I've never done anything as kinky as this!" "Oh but we've only scraped the surface," Sean replied, pulling his tee shirt over his head, down over his bear bod. "You think we could do this again?" Sean answered Eric, "You better just get your clothes on!" Before Eric put a stitch of clothes on he complained, "No fair!" "What?" Sean replied, his hand on the doorknob. "I didn't get to come!" "Yeah. Damn shame too because it's been awhile since I've had a protein shake. Now will you `please' `get' `dressed'?" Being a brat, Eric replied, "Not until you promise you and me will get together again." It was downright bribery and Sean knew it, but he was driven to answer when he heard the front door key jiggle in the keyhole. "Well?" Eric forced him to think fast, plopping his bod on the bed. "Oh-fuckin'-kay.... if dad catches us..." "No sweat," Eric said, skipping over his briefs, pulling up his pants and throwing his tee shirt over his head. "Fix your hair!" Sean yelled across the room. "Fix yours!" Two hands brushing back his hair fixed himself. When confronting their dads, Aidan and Philip, about what they did while they were gone, Sean replies, "Nothing much. Just talked, catching up on old times." "Yeah," Eric too responded, "just tossing the ball back and forth." He twirled the basketball around in his hands. % Copyright 2009 T. Chase McPhee This story may not be sold, nor made part of any collection, without prior consent from the author. The more you stretch, the more you can fit in... 'spread' happiness! TCMcP.....