Date: Thu, 20 Jul 2006 19:01:25 -0700 (PDT) From: T. Chase McPhee Subject: Nature Country 19 The story below is a work of fiction, set in the format of reality. Any resemblance to real people is entirely coincidental in nature. It is not meant to accurately 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. Check with your local laws regarding such. Sexual safety matters. This is fiction. Use protection in real life. `Got condom?' "Nature Country" 19 wriTten by T. Chase McPhee % "When are we going to do it?" "We have to wait til we're sure everybody's in bed, Mark." "Yeah. Make sure they're all sleeping." "Hey, what'd you do with the paper with the guy's number on it?" "I thought you had it, Denis." "Oh yeah. It's in my jacket pocket." Denis hops, moving his ass several times to the bottom of the bed, then off the end, reporting to the jacket that hangs over the chair. He searches the left side, panics, then utters a sigh of relief, as his hand touches paper, inside the right pocket. "Whew! That was close!" "Sure was," Mark replies, with a fake swish of sweat off his brow. "Hold on, let me check." While up, Denis proceeds to the door of their bunglow. Listening, his ear searches for signs of life. Closing the door, he reports, "I still hear noises from our dads' room." "Yeah, probably doing some sex stuff." "What do you think they do?" "Dah!" Mark replies. Denis gets the message. Here they are, two seventeen year old gay guys themselves. They know what gay men do! Climbing back onto his bed, sitting up, with his ass parked against the pillow, Denis asks, "Hey Mark?" "Yeah?" "Have you ever thought about whether you're a top or bottom?" "Yup." Denis notices the small upturned lips that accompany it. "What?" "I dunno," Mark replies, maybe a bit embarrassed to say. Picking up on something, Denis hefts himself to the right, sitting on the side of his bed, facing Mark, whom sits six feet away. "Come on. Tell me," Denis badgers. "Well... nah, never mind." Sensing something here, he gets up and walks over to Mark's bed, where he lays, hands behind his head. The almost eighteen year old blonde stands there, casting his lithe shadow down onto Mark. First Mark looks up at his face, then as he scans down his tee shirt, his eyes stare at the place where his crotch should be, but is hidden under the tee shirt's tail. Smiling, Denis knows where this is going. He pulls up his tee shirt, revealing his bellyhole and the light fuzz representing a blond trail from his navel to beltline. "You want my cock, don't you?" His eyes returning to Denis' face, the dark brown-haired seventeen year old smiles. "It's okay. If you want to, pull it out and feel it." Slowly moving, Denis backs away from the bed a few inches, as Mark makes his move to sit at the side of the bed, his hands on the sheets. Yet, his attention moves to the elastic waistline of Denis' lounge pants. "I... I think you're getting hard," Mark tells him. "Yeah, I know. You're turning me on!" Both boys giggle. At the moment, the telephone number they found on the stall wall of the jon at the WRPD, becomes secondhand. "Maybe I could look at it?" Denis laughs, saying, "Damn, we've seen each other naked dozens of times." "I know, Denis, but it's not like now." "How so?" "Because... well... the other times it hasn't been because I... I... what the hell!" Denis' crotch wasn't the only one showing signs of a sexual wanting. Talking through the churning of his teen balls, Mark wanted something just as bad from his step-bro. As Mark's thumbs became lodged in the waistband of Denis' pants, Denis himself took the liberty of stripping his shirt off over his head and tossing it on Mark's bed. >From his vantage point, Denis' teen cock, surrounded by light gatherings of blond pubic hair, took on a different view. To Mark, being this close became a different experience than seeing Denis long distance, heading to the jon for his morning shower or spying his crotch, as he passed by him, peeing in the toilet. As Mark's hands dropped to his own thighs, he asks, "Should I take my shirt off too?" Giggling, Denis replies, "Yeah and your pants too!" Taking his shirt tails in his hands, heaving it over his head, muffled, Mark says, "I'm nervous." Stepping out of his lounge pants, Denis offers, "Me too." "Are we going to like, have sex?" Shrugging, Denis replies, "Dunno. You want to?" "I know I want to... to..." "You want to suck my cock?" "Touch it," Mark gave the alternative. "But I still feel kind of funny doing it." Denis wasn't exactly totally keen on them doing sexual stuff together, but his lower half was telling him otherwise. He also rationalized that if they didn't do it tonight, he wasn't sure, if ever this moment would come up again. Set on having this sexual experience, Mark gets up, scrambles over to Denis' side of the room and quenches the lamp light. "Let's do it in the dark!" "Cool idea," Denis agrees. "Come on then." "What?" "Lay here on your bed." "Yeah. Right," Denis agrees. The two techie brainiacs learned a while back how to override the parental control. Their teen minds knew how this went, even though neither had experienced gay sex. As they would discover, seeing two guys on the internet, engaged in sucking and other delights, would pan out totally different in the virtual reality of doing it! "Okay, now I guess you... straddle me?" Denis swallowed a gulp of nerves. "Sure," Mark said calmly, but was a bunch of nerves himself. They hadn't even touched skin and both sweated profusely. The slight rays of moonlight shone on their glistening bods. Letting himself down gently, Mark let his cock and balls fall between Denis' legs, as he crawled like a dog, up Denis' body. "Are you sure you want to do this?" Mark questioned. "Hell yeah!" Then, letting decision fall back onto Makr, "Um, as long as you're still willing." Deja vu! "Like if we don't do it now, Denis, we might never do it." Mark was raring to go, not stopping his ascent of Denis' body. The moon lit his way, pointing out the blond fuzz around the hard cock. "Oooooooh," Denis sighed. Mark had picked up Denis' cock, his hand wrapped around it, then released it. "What's the matter, Mark?" "I dunno. It's like... like the first cock I've touched, other than my own." "So?" Mark had an idea. Something about putting Denis in his place. Scooting up, he lowered his butt, but something backfired. "Oh shit!" Mark exclaimed, jumping up. Denis laughed out loud. He knew what Mark's outburst entailed. He felt his step-bro's teen balls on his pubes. "What's so funny?" "You, bro." "Well, if you're so comfortable with all this, then take my cock in `your' hand!" Even though mostly darkness flooded their bungalow, Mark could sense Denis' scaredness, when he didn't feel a hand reaching out to touch. It was Mark's turn to giggle. "Alright... alright, I'm getting there." Over reaching, Denis' hand brushed down the lower half of Mark's abs. "Oh man did that feel good." "I didn't even reach your pubes, Mark!" "I know. But just the feel of a hand, other than mine, touching my body. Well, it's just awesome." When Denis' hand finally found it's destination he was sure Mark's opinion had been fact. "Wow!" "What?" Mark questioned, as he too felt the pangs of his cock being handled. "Massive, man!" Denis exclaimed. "Huh?" Mark said, looking down, as if trying to gain a glimpse of his cock, in the dark. "Your cock." "What about it, Denis?" "It's big. Man, I've seen some of the seniors in the locker room and their cocks don't look as big as yours feels." "Really?" Then, unhanding it, Denis twists his arm, to reach the night table. "I gotta see this!" Before Mark could protest, the lamp illuminated the room. "Oh yeah. Hell, you really have it over some of those football jocks, Mark." "Really?" He remarked, feeling up his own cock. Handling it, Mark made it stick straight out. Then something weird came about. Denis pulled his legs out from under Mark. "What are you doing, Denis?" "Lay down here," he paved the way with his hand. "What are you going to do?" With a big grin, he replied, "Taste it?" "But I'm the bottom, remember?" "Not now you're not!" All poor Mark Barr could think of is maybe he had his thoughts reversed, as he exchanged places with Denis. Unlike himself, as he lay back, Denis took his cock in his hand right away. "Here goes nothing." The seventeen year old grabbed the sheets up with both hands, when Denis licked his cockhead. "Tastes okay," Denis commented. "Don't tease me like that, Denis!" "Oh. Sorry," he apologized, then got on with it. Mark arched his back, having a mouth, for the first time, surround his teen cockhead. Then, feeling Denis purse his lips and run them down the barrel excited the hell out of him. "Hey, this is pretty cool," Denis said, popping off of Mark's dick. He didn't think too much on it, engulfing the hard cock with his mouth. This time, Denis followed Mark's lead, his moans of ultimate satisfaction. Every now and then he would pull off and give his commentary. "Okay. This time I'm going to stroke you from top to bottom, with my lips." Mark didn't care what Denis did, as he imbibed in the sweet suffering. "Hey, just like the guy online, you're arching your back!" When Denis returned to his pleasuring he tried what the guy online did. He licked all around the outside of Mark's cock. Then he stopped the cock action for a moment, but still holding the hard wick in his hand. "Okay. Now I'm going to try your balls. I think I can get them both in my mouth at once." Like Mark could care less! "Oh wow! Was I ever wrong!" Instead of going for broke, Denis sucked one of Mark's teen orbs into his mouth. Like some guy described, on the net, he let his tongue do most of the work, spinning around the globe. When he felt he worked the sac over enough, he changed the sequence, letting the wet ball out and enclosing his lips over the dry one. He didn't tongue tease the other one as much, anxious to get back to his cock worshipping. After a few minutes, Mark says, "Um, I think I'm... ooooh.. getting close?" "Oh.. no...no..no..no..no... don't come yet! Please?" "I can't help it Denis. The way your lips and tongue are playing with my cock, I can't hold anything back." "Hey! I got an idea!" "What?" Mark questioned. "Wanna try fucking me?" "No. I mean, I dunno. Do you want to get fucked?" Mark had returned to his nervous state, after getting highly relaxed by all the cock sucking. "Only if you want to." "Hmm.. I don't know Denis." Again, Denis got hit with the revelation that is was `know or maybe never'! "Tell you what..." "What?" Mark questioned, now sitting up on his elbows. "What do you think of this? You lie back and I'll sort of sit over your pubes... I'll just lower my ass down on your cock. That way, I'll control it, in case it gets too much for me." "Um, maybe. I want to do it in the dark though." "Fine with me," Denis replied. With Denis moving around, Mark lay back, waiting. More than once, he skimmed over his own stomach and chest with his hands, astonished at the amount of sweat he had produced. When he went to wipe his hands on the sheets, that already had been sopped up with the salty matter. "Okay. Here goes," Denis said. With one hand steadying himself on the sheet, his other hand remained behind his back, for the purpose of guiding Mark's pole to his back door. "Oh, there we go," Denis commented. Matching up the tip of Mark's cock, he left it in the balance, at the indentation in his ass crevice. "Well, here goes." Not sure himself, Denis gritted his teeth, even before putting any pressure on Mark's shaft. "At least you're still..." Denis gulped, "hard." "Oh wow!" Mark said, as he felt the tip of his cock get hotter than the room temperature. "Feel it?" Denis asked. "It's so hot." "I think you're inside me." "I dont know," Mark replied. "Oh, I know! You're in there!" If he hadn't been so intent on paying attention to his teen cock sliding into Denis' hole, he laughed at the way Denis made the play by play descent, making Mark slip deeper and deeper inside him. "Ooooooooh, it feels good, Denis." "Hell yeah-you-better-believe-it!" Then something occured to Mark, "I guess you must be a bottom, Denis." "Whatever. It feels so... so good!" Mark wasn't about to dispute that. Then Denis surprised both of them with a different maneuver. He discovered a slight cramp in his leg, so lifted a little, then fell back down. Both swore at the intense feeling. "Did you feel that Mark?" "Oh did I ever. Do it again!" Accommodating his step-bro, Denis lifted himself up a little, then slid back down the pole. He did this a few times. "Oooooooooh... I know I'm not going to last long, Denis." "Then I think we should switch places. What do you think, Mark?" "Um... yeah.... okay." Quickly, before thinking of what they actually prompted each to do, Denis rose up, disloging Mark's cock. After Mark vacated the bed, Denis knelt down. "Oh shit! You want me to fuck you, Denis?" The realization had hit Mark. "Yeah, c'mon. It's not much different than what we were doing, Mark." Mark knelt there, holding his wet cock in his hand, contemplating. "Hurry, before you lose it!" "Lose it?" Mark said to himself, looking down at the pale moodlight that gleamed off his shaft. "Yeah, okay." After ten seconds, Mark asks, "How do I do this?" Denis answered him real quick, reaching behind his ass, taking Mark's wet cock in his hand, then pulling forwards. "What-tha?" Falling forward, Mark's arms fell onto Denis' back, as Denis achieved the link up. All primed, Mark's falling bod provided the equillibrium to force his cock back into Denis. What Denis found out though, is sitting on a hard shaft is a lot different than getting impaled. "Owwwwwww...oooooooooooh...oooooooooh!" "You want me should maybe pull out?" Mark said, concerned. "Fuck no! Don't you dare, bro!" But Mark had pulled out a coupla inches. Given the go ahead though, he plunged back in. In that gap of a few seconds, Mark had pretty much gotten the idea of how to fuck. For his own benefit, he learned how good it is to have Denis' tight ass rim grab at his hard shaft and massage it. "Oh man does this feel awesome, Denis!" Denis' moans and groans, confirmed Mark's theory. % "I think I better be getting home." "You're welcome to stay the night, Berk," Matty offered. "No, I have to feed my goldfish." "Do you think he'll starve if you miss one morning?" Max questioned, as Berk stood up. In the mean time, Chad had returned from the kitchen, with four more beers. "Ooooh no. Really, I must be going." "Oh," Chad said, rather disappointed. After the way the three of them treated him so nicely, paying for his dinner, inviting him back to the house, Berk felt guilty. "Maybe Jimmy could wait for me a little." "Jimmy?" Chad questioned. "Berk's goldfish." "Oh, his name's Jimmy? Somebody you know that you named him after, Berk?" "Yes. James Bond." They all laughed at the similarities of the movie theme and the fish of gold! "Thank you. You all have been very kind." The rest of the evening, after having more than two beers a piece, they got to laughing, joking, kidding around. "It is so warm in here. Would you mind if I unbuttoned my shirt?" "Take it off, if you want Berk. I'll pave the way!" After Matty stripped off his light weight sweater, tearing the tee shirt underneath up and over his head with it, all eyes geared towards the stripping Turk. "Ooooooh, soooooo nice," Max said. Being have out of it, with four beers later, Max didn't hesitate to feel up the beige skin, with the almost black hair crossing Berk's chest. Not feeling any pain himself, Berk had a wide grin on his face, letting Max do it. "You like?" He asked, gaily. "Do I!" Max replied. To show how much he liked Berk's hairy chest, Max placed both hands on his shoulders, cocked his head lower and licked right across Berk's left nip, embedded in the forest of fur. "OOoooooh that feel soooo nice," Berk complimented Max. "This is making me so horny," Chad replied, as he and Matty stood there, taking some sips and watching Max slide his tongue down the defined belly trail. "Yeah. I have a feeling that James Bond is going to have a long wait." "Yeah," Chad agreed, a hand going to his crotch. "Let's go upstairs. I feel like doing some licking of my own!" Chad didn't disagree with that. They kept their eyes on the free `porn' scene, watching Max on his knees, unbuckling Berk's belt buckle. As Matty hustled up the stairs, Chad prodded him on, giving him a wedgie, as if his cock had been guided between his legs. They took one last look over the balcony before entering their own room, but they left the door open. Only polite thing to do with guests! % They next morning came with a blaze of glory, the sunrise poking through the trees and into the house. Whichever dad happened to hobble out of bed, after the alarmed went off the second time, became the official `wakeup taskmaster'. "Steve, time to get up." "Yeah," he said, sleepily, turning over and hiding his head under the pillow. This particular morning, Barry had been wide awake. He smiled, as he tumbled out of bed, his feet going right into his slippers. Feeling his crotch up, readying it for `pee time', he sensed the remnants of last night's fuckfest, smiling. `Yeah that sure was a good one!' he commented to himself. After reporting to the jon, taking a leak, he passed through their room, grabbing his bathrobe, feeding his arms into it. "Goooood mooooooornink!" He yelled into the first bungalow, housing Aidan and Philip. The two sort of woke up. As had been Barry's routine, he would startle the eleven and twelve year old awake, then realign his efforts on the return trip. Next, he personally shook Tom and Eric into the reality of morning. Of course they gave their dad a hassle, but he knew they wouldn't be falling back asleep. At the third bungalow, he knocked. Unlike other mornings, nothing came in return. Sometimes one of them would already be up, fiddling with the computer or at least he'd get a grunt. Opening the door, Barry got the unexpected. Standing there, he just gazed at Denis and Mark in the same bed, bods entwined, his blood son's chest up to Denis' back, Mark's cock planted against Denis' ass crevice, his leg over the blond's thigh. As if swishing mouth wash around in his mouth, he thought. Then he closed the door without saying a word, retreating back down the hallway. Disturbed by what he saw, he forgot to reawaken Aidan and Philip. "We got a problem," Barry said, sitting down on the side of the bed. Steve was still dead to the world. "Hey.." Barry called to Steve, slapping him on the thigh. "What's....up?" Steve answered, half asleep, as he turned over, unearthing his head from the pillow. "I said we've got a problem." More alert, Steve responded, turning all the way around, sitting up in bed. "One of the boys?" "No. Two of the boys." It had been apparent that Steve still didn't get it. "My Mark and your Denis." "What about them?" "I'm not positive, but I think they had sex last night." "Really?" Steve became more alert, as if last night when he was given the opportunity to rim his lover's ass. "Did you.... see it?" "Yeah, like I stood there and watched our sons fucking!" Barry said sarcastically. "Hey, you're really upset over this." "Shouldn't I be, Steve?" "Um... yes and no?" "Huh?" Barry said, looking over his shoulder. Steve bounced his way to the bed's edge, sitting next to his partner. "Okay, look," Steve got serious, "I'm not sure if it's right or wrong, but... well, if they experimented with sex and if you think I'm wrong, but I'd rather it happen between the two, than with some other guys." Barry sat there, as if thinking. "I guess you're right, but still..." Steve points out, "Hey, I think we both knew, even though neither of us said it, that it might've been a strong possibility when we teamed up the guys, in assigning the bungalows, that it could lead to something like this." "So, you think it's alright?" "I don't know, but I think there's a couple of things we should ponder here, before rushing in and accusing them of this'n'that." "Oh? And what would that be, Steve?" Usually things happened the other way around, Barry handed out free advice to Steve. Possibily the shock of finding the two seventeen year old sons in bed together, had been enough to throw Barry's thinking center out of whack. "Has it ever occured to you that maybe they.. they could be attracted to each other?" "Meaning, like in love?" Steve shrugged his shoulders, meaning `yes'. "They're young teens." "They're almost young men...are," Steve alluded to. Barry rubbed his face with his hand, confessing, "It's all happening so fast. First Chad and now... this!" "I know what you mean." He looked to Steve. "Like with Sean. At first I thought it would be him and Matty.... until your Chad stole him away." Barry grew adamant. "Chad did `not' steal Matty Bridges away from Sean!" Steve grinned. "I know." "I don't know what you're complaining about, Steve. You still got him for a son-in-law!" "I know." "Um, can we get back to Mark and Denis?" "Okay. I think we need to have a talk with them, but not this morning." "Agreed," Barry quickly responded. "Tonight. Maybe after dinner." "Speaking of which, did you hear our chef roll in last night?" "Um, no. I'll go check." "If not, put on some coffee." "Yes, Sir!" Steve replied, giving a salute. "And Steve?" "Yeah?" "Um, want to try putting some clothes on?" Barry wasn't really smiling, but Steve did, realizing he was walking out of their bungalow, in the raw. % Max squinted, to look at the clock on the fireplace mantle, followed by jumping up. "Oh shoot! I gotta make breakfast!" "Is it morning?" Berk asked, hearing the commotion. "You better believe it and I've gotta get the Clark and Barr clan on the road!" "Ooooh my head." "I take it you're not used to drinking that much beer, eh Berk?" "If I have one, it will make me be awake like this." "We'll have to work on it... oh shoot!" Berk laughed his ass off, looking at Max standing there. He had his socks and shoes on, but no clothes. Quickly, Max ditched the shoes and hustled to put his pants on. He then found his stained briefs and stashed them in his pocket. Hustling, he dipped his arms into his shirt, not worrying about buttoning it up. "I had a very good time last night." "Me too. Hey, pass me my wallet, over there, will ya Berk?" "I have off today." "I have to make breakfast, then lunch. I'm off for dinner," Max said, as if in a rather hurried manner, before commenting, "gotta pee." "Oh," Berk replied, watching Max hurry away. Sitting there, Berk felt disappointed. Last night, even though he and Max just met, he sensed a warmth being around the twenty-one year old. He interpeted their evening, lying together in bed, getting intimate, kissing, as a one night stand. Taking his briefs, he fed each leg into them, standing to pull them up, an inch and a half below his bellyhole. As his cock and balls filled his briefs, he thought of how good it was to have Max suck them. He sat again, but quit his thoughts as his tingling orbs began to stiffen his rod. "Heeey, aren't you dressed yet? C'mon! Shake it up!" As if throwing his two cents in, waking up the last of the sleepy's out of the squirts, at the Clark-Barr household, he hassled Berk. "Me?" "Yeah. You don't think I'm going and leave you to the two wolves upstairs, do you?" "Wolves?" "Yeah. C'mon. Stand up!" When Max returned, he had his shirt all tidied up, tucked away in his pants. Standing there, after reaching for Berk's white shirt, he held it for the twenty-five year old Turk. "I never have service like this before." "Yeah? Well, I could get used to clothing your hot body!" "Is that so? You are not joking with me, are you?" That slowed Max down tremendously, as if from a jaguar, to a snail's pace. "Joking?" Suddenly, Max noted the serious in which his thoughts prevailed. Before Berk's shirt could be buttoned up, Max's hands filtered in between the fabric and flesh. His arms enclosed Berk in his grip, bringing him in for a landing. Their lips met, then as instantly as they touched, they separated. However, the hustle wasn't there, letting the afterglow float. At least for a few seconds. "C'mon, we've gotta go!" % 19 Continued... Copyright 2006 T. Chase McPhee This story may not be sold or made part of any collection without prior written permission.