Date: Wed, 20 Dec 2006 15:21:48 -0800 (PST) From: T. Chase McPhee Subject: NATURE COUNTRY CHRISTMAS 07 The story below is a work of fiction, set in the format of reality. Any resemblances to real people, alive or in the hereafter, is entirely coincidental in nature. It is not meant to accurately reflect upon persons, in towns, cities, countries, nor governmental areas, which the story is staged. If a sexual scene involving male-to-male relationships offends you, then you should not read this story. Additionally, if you are under 18 years of age, in most state and countries, you are not allowed to read this story, by law. Check with your local laws regarding such. % Sexual safety matters. Remember guys, this is fiction. In real life, use protection. % NATURE COUNTRY CHRISTMAS 07 wriTten by T. Chase McPhee % "Oh damn, I hope I can still play the organ." The musical instrument might have been on Justin's mind, but it was Christian, stealing glances to Antonio's bod, giving Justin a double take. Uncle Seb had doctored up his nephew's hand as best he could. Offering to launder the now soiled pants, Antonio stood there in only his briefs, his original intention, before hopping into the mid-section of the sofa. Christian had more than enough time to scan over the taut abs, small patch of dark hair, mid-centered on his chest, circles around each nip, then the darker, defined trail straight down his stomach, in and out of Antonio's navel, then dipping under the elastic of his briefs. The low rise of the navy-colored underwear, afforded him a view of the outline of his dark pubes as if by way of invitation. His observations didn't go unnoticed, yet both Justin and Antonio kept their secret, the glances, to themselves. At least for now. "Not much can be done for you unless you want me to take you to the emergency room?" "No, Uncle Seb. It's not bad." "I'll accept that for now, but in the morning, if it looks infected, we're going right over." It did feel good, so Justin smiled, saying, "The pain's almost gone. I'll take a couple of Tylenol and watch some TV." "Like I said, Justin, I'm really sorry about...." "Antonio, if you say it one more time...." "Yeah. Justin's okay now," Christian offered. "If you want. You can watch some TV with us." "Maybe for a little while. I'm kind of stirred up about all this," Antonio replied. Stirred up? So was Christian. He faked going to the jon, to release some other pent up energies. He tried to make himself piss, but it wasn't the cause. He didn't want to cum yet, because the night lay ahead of him. He waited until Justin came to the door, wanting to `go'. "Yeah, okay," Christian acknowledged, letting him in. "Aren't you done yet?" It came more as an assumption, Justin smiling, looking down at Christian's pouch, still showing. "You knew all along, didn't you?" Christian accused. Justin laughed. Christian assumed, in a low tone, "Your hand must be feeling good." "What are you mad at me for?" "Nothing... nothing... nothing at'all." Right now all Justin wanted to do is have it out. Get things straightened out once and for all. He thought some of this might be over coming clean. "Look," Justin started out, "we layed in bed together. That's it. Maybe we kissed, got intimate..." the confession went on, "yeah, okay, Antonio did suck on my nips, but that's it." "Sucked on your nips? And not your cock?" "No." Suddenly they both looked up. There stood Antonio. "Hey guys. I know this is over me and I don't want to come between you guys. So, if you'll lend me a pair of jeans, Justin, I'll be on my way." For the second time tonight the two had rehashed over thoughts. As if `deja vu', the same feelings encompassed them, Justin pouring out old memories and Christian coming to the conclusion they meant nothing. "No, Antonio. It's okay," Christian spelled out. "Really. Everything's copacetic." "Are you sure?" Antonio looked to Justin, "Huh?" "Yeah. C'mon, let's watch some TV." Antonio leaves, as Christian asks softly, "I thought you had to tinkle?" Turning, Justin gropes Christian, saying, "And I thought you already went?" % "Dad-Steve, can I have a drink of water?" At home sometimes Steve and Barry would get interrupted over the littlest things. However, in the past year, the `glass of water wanted in the middle of the night', had gone away. Tonight he was only happy to get up from the four chairs he had lined up, a makeshift bed, to get Philip a drink. "Not too much of you'll need to go to the jon." "Was that pill Doctor Scal-ya give me, to make me grokky?" "Oh, yes. It should've put you right out." By the time Steve found a plastic cup, filled it and returned to Philip's bedside, he was left to drinking it down himself! % "Cowabuuuuuunnnngaaaaa-duuuudes!" With knees closest to his chest his belly would allot, cock squashed up, balls protruding between his thighs, arms clutching at his knees, Maury makes his presence known. "Hey doofus?" Jim asks. "What?" Maury questions back. Squirting water out of his mouth, Maury resembled a mermaid fountain at some swanky hotel. "This, stoopid!" Crowning Maury, Connor plops his wet Santa cap on his head. "Oh shit! Best present I ever get an'di go and ruin it!" "Really? Best present you ever got in your whole life?" "Sure. I guess." The trio, floating around in the seven foot deep section, get into some heavy conversation. "Think about it, Maury," Jim interrogates, "some guy must've given you a gift at one time or another, eh?" He thought. "Nope. I mean, when I was around twenty-six or so, some guy gave me a watch. Didn't mean anything though. We broke up and now it sits upstairs in on of my bureau draws." Connor poses the question, "There must've been at least `one' guy you fell madly for?" "Nope. Not really. The only guy I ever bought anything for was Ron and that was a pair of leather wristcuffs. He didn't even take them home." "Those are the one you put on him, last time he was here?" Jim asks. "Same ones. Right now they're slung over a hanger in my closet." "Wow!" Connor says, astonished, "then there's no go you ever fell for?" "Nope." With the grim news, in Jim's estimation, meaning he's got Connor and almost a sureshot they are for each other, forever, he pops up and kisses Maury on the cheek. "What was `that' for?" Maury wipes at it with his fingertips. "I dunno," Jim replies. Connor jokes, "Jim's gettin' sweet on you Maury!" Frankly, Maury says, "I could get sweet back, on either of you guys!" "Really?" "Maybe." Jim and Connor look at each other, with apparent thoughts, other than a sense of something more than friendship. "Say , Maury?" "What?" He questions Jim, the alpha half. "Now this is just hypothetical." "Hypothetical? That's not a word you learn in high school!" "Is too, doofus." "That's better!" "Will ya listen?" "I'm listening," he replies to Jim, acting like a mermaid fountain again. "Hypothetically, if you were lying in bed, Connor on one side of you and me on the other, what would you do?" "Do? Depends." "On?" "Your intentions." "Well, suppose...." Connor beats Jim to it, "Suppose we started licking you?" "Licking me? Like how?" "I dunno," Connor says. Jim jumps in, "Connor starts sucking your balls and I lick your cock!" "You're both being crazy. I'd get up naturally!" "Oh yeah," Jim continues, "and if you were tied down?" Connor throws in, "Yeah, if we used Ron's cuffs on you?" "Well, then there wouldn't be anything I could do, except let you boys work me over with your mouths! Hey, why are you going on about all this sex stuff?" "Maybe," Connor spells out, "it's not just an expression of meaningless sex, eh Jim?" "Right. What would you think if we got serious on you, Maury?" "Serious? I think you both were underwater too long. Yeah, that's it. Your brains got deprived of oxygen for too long!" "Bur we're not, Maury," Jim tried convincing. "Yeah right. Two eighteen year olds going after a thirty-two year old, like me. I gotta see if the pizza is ready." Maury left, but the conversation ensued. "Were you really thinking something like that, Jim?" "Maybe. I mean, nothing serious. Just something to pleasure him." "Like a Christmas gift for him?" "Hey, that's a good idea, Conn!" "You mean, like an I.O.U., written down on paper?" "We could." "But we already got him the blow up lounge chair for the pool." "Yeah and this would go along perfectly, with it. What do you think?" "I think it would be cool and who knows?" "What?" "Maybe we would get something out of it?" "Maybe. I mean I think I kind of have this sweet feeling for Maury. What about you?" "Sure! Would be cool. Hey, I just thought of something else." "What's that?" "You wouldn't do anything like... fuck him, would you?" "Nah." A few seconds passed, giving both time to think about it. "Not unless you felt something strong about doing it?" Connor asked. "You would want me?" "Hell no. But if you felt like it. It's like a weird feeling. I don't think I'd hold you back." "You're serious." "I dont know if I am or am not." "I think I get what you mean. I care about Maury. A lot." "Same here." Feelings from one, took up the possesive, each thinking hypothetically for both. "Like, are we both feeling something like a deep love for Maury?" "I think you've hit the nail on the head. Yeah, I kind of love Maury, but not like I love you." Connor smiled at Jim's retort. "Pizza!!! Come and get it!!!" Softly, Connor asks, "When are we gonna do it?" "I don't know, Conn. Whenever the time's right." % The morning sun shone brightly the next day. "Dad-Steve? You awake? Dad-Steve?" Kids have a way of waking dads up and making them think they did it on their own. Soon Steve's eyes were fluttering awake. "Ooohhhhhh!" He said out loud as he stretched his arms out, doing a situp. "Whatsamatter, dad-Steve?" "Oh nothing. Somehow these three chairs aren't as comfortable as the bed at home." "Especially without my dad in it, huh?" Philip meant Barry. "Um, yeah." Steve left it at that, allowing Philip's imagination fill in the blanks. "Can we wake up Aidan? Can we?" "Not yet. We should wait for Doc Scalia or for him to wake up on his own." Very adult-like, Philip says, "I'm mighty anxchiss to talk with him!" "That makes two of us!" However, eager to see his better half awake, Philip weighed heavy on the word dad-Steve used; the `should' word! % Chad awoke to the phone ringing. He yawned first, then acknowledged, "Yeah, hello?" It took a minute for the identity to register. "Oh yeah, Zach. What's up? Right, you were supposed to wait for us.... no problem... Note? Oh yeah, Maury, Connor and Jim loaded the stuff onto his truck... what was that? Maury said what?" After a long explanation, Chad nudges Matty. "Hey, doofus?" Chad talks to Matty, "Get this. Jim, Connor and Maury had a soda fight in the stockroom last night...." "How important," Matty replies, still half asleep. "Yeah, but Maury left a note saying he'll be back this morning, bright and early, to clean it up!" "So?" Matty turns his head, stretching out. "Is he there cleaning up the mess?" "Wait, I'll ask..." then to Zach, "Is Maury there?" Batting back to Matty, "He hasn't showed yet and Zach says the pallet area floor is a sticky mess." Matty then says, "You better have Zach call him and get his ass in there. We've got twenty deliveries today," he exaggerated. Chad informs Zach, who replies he'll get on it. % Maury then gets `the wakeup call from hell'! "I did, `did' I?" Maury asks Chad, getting the sweet wakeup call from a dream involving a former `somebody', sweetly locked up in chains, licking him over. "Of course I wasn't drunk!" Silence fills Maury's end, as he waits for Zach to read the note word for word. He then answers, "I guess I better high-tail it over there, then. See ya in a few!" After hanging up, Maury could have been as hot as coals, but instead he reflected on all the fun they had shooting their air loaded soda bottles at each other. Then, his water-saturated Santa hat, the fun they had eating pizza, getting drunk and the fun in bed, following. He said to himself, still laying in bed, "Well, I better get myself together!" "Whadya say?" Jim awoke. "I said," he paused, "I better go out and check the truck. The sun's out." "Okay," Jim answered, falling back into dreamland. Connor snored! % "Umm...mm...." Justin sort of hummed, as he awoke. On his right side, his hand sensed his arm around Christian, freely rubbing over his left pec, through the myriads of fine, soft chest hair. "G'morning," Justin said, sweetly, as he grew accustomed to licking Christian's ear. However, lifting his hand, the back of his hand touched human flesh. "What tha?" After a split second, he says, "Antonio?" Not more than two inches from Christian's front, Antonio's bod stood on it's right side. As with himself, Christian's arm hung freely over Antonio's side. He could have gotten upset, but then remembered Christian saying last night, `I suppose I should wake him and escort him back to the sofa.' Recollection stated, his answer was to `let him sleep'. So, he had nobody to blame but himself. Yet, he wasn't in the blaming mood. No, as Justin lay there he didn't sense anything wrong with Antonio lying there next to Christian. He thought how so comfortable was it last night when all three forgot about the TV content, how himself, the injured one lay there, Antonio and Christian licking and sucking him to heart's delight. His mind filled with Christian, letting Antonio fuck him. The scene so nice, it prompted Christian to jerk off him off to the free, erotic show. His thoughts gathered, he sensed how it wasn't so bad to have three peas in the pod. So comfortable was he, he did a quick hand check, of the space between his sore digits and fell back to sleep! % "Oops! C'mere quick! I think he's awake, dad-Steve!" How convenient of Steve to be looking at the floor, tying his shoe, should Aidan stir awake. "Ooooh," Aidan moaned, then fell back to sleep. "Rats!" Philip groaned. "You know what?" "What, dad-Steve?" "I think maybe Aidan has slept enough. What do you say we get Doc Scalia to wake him up?" Steve just knew when he returned from the front desk, Aidan would be awake! % "I wonder how the guys made out last night?" "Not as good as us?" Kevin Spangler stood there at the vanity, shaving around his dark-haired goatee. "Owch! You made me nick myself!" "At least `I' didn't do it," Michael answered, giggling. "Hmm..." is all Kevin said, putting a dab of toliet tissue on the superficial cut, bleeding a pin head of blood. "Whooooooooooa will you look at that!" Tilting the blind, the two stood there, getting a more realistic view of the amount of snowfall, starting late yesterday afternoon. Kevin hung over his shoulder. "I suppose they will cancel the campout," Kevin assumes. "Depends on the temperatures. If the roads are clear, they will most likely hold it. It was only one year they had to have an `Easter' campout, in place of the `Christmas' one." "Which?" "This was going back years. Way before Terence Beethoven led the youth group. Where were you during the great floods of `86?" "Um, getting born?" "Get outta here. You're older than twenty. Hey! How old are you anyway?" "I thought I mentioned it." "Nope. So?" "I was six years old during the great floods. You?" "Eleven." "So that would put you at," Kevin ran out of fingers, but mentions, "Thirty-one?" "Yup." "Damn! You're an old man!" "Shut up and kiss me!" Kevin didn't argue the point. "Owch!" "Ohh what a shame. My beard hurt you?" "Nah. It was them `old' lips!" It earned Kevin a swat on the fanny. Now he really had something to complain about, the red hand mark! % 2B continued.... Copyright 2006 T. Chase McPhee This story may not be sold, nor made part of any collection, without prior consent from the author.