Date: Mon, 11 Apr 2005 15:40:07 -0700 (PDT) From: T Chase McPhee Subject: Nature Walk 27 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 reflect persons in towns, cities, or governmental areas, in which the story is staged. If sexual scenes 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 states and countries, you are not allowed to read this by law. This is fiction. Don't forget, in real life, to think about 'sexual safety matters'; got condom? "Nature Walk" 27 (M/t oral) wriTten by T. Chase McPhee "Barry?" "Steve." "How's the kid doing?" "Physically he's fine, Steve." "Ohh, I've missed you babe." "Same here." They did a quick survey of the waiting room and it's outskirts before having a quickie lip-to-lip moment. "Sean's here, too." "Oh no! What's wrong?" "Nothing. Well, nothing's wrong with him." "Dad?" "Chad... Matty." "How's Ken, dad?" "Ken?" Steve questions. "Yeah. Steve and I didn't get up to Ken, yet." "Somebody want to explain what's happening here?" "I will, but I think Matty and Chad most likely don't know about our little excitement neither... either... neither..." "Whatever, dad. Get to it!" "Hee heee... okay, first, let's deal with Ken. Steve, as far as we know, somebody beat up Ken." "Like, with fists?" Steve made a gesture like that of a prize fighter, punching fist after fist. "No, I'm talking with an implement across his back." "Oh fuck, no," Steve calls out, "First the Matthews and Finnegan boys and now this?" "Steve, they don't know if the two incidents are related." Chad puts in, "If they've got a homophoic on the loose, they better find him quick!" "I dont' think we should jump to conclusions, guys." Matty adds, "But still, Barry, we shouldn't play it stupid either." "You're right Matty. In fact, where are all of our boys?" "They're at home. Tom, Marc, Denis and Eric came back from bikeriding before I left. Jade and Bernice are keeping them preoccupied." "So, why are you here, Dad?" "Chad, it's been hell in our community this past week. Seems that this fellow by the name of Wade tried killing his teenaged son and then turned on his ten year old." "Tried killing?" "With a loaded gun." "No shit!" "Yeah and big time," Steve continued, "Your father and I were headed up to the new house when Philip came running out the back telling us this kid had wandered inside, telling him his father was out to kill him." Matty and Chad were awestruck. "What about Philip and the boys?" Became Chad's immediate concern. "Oh, they're fine and so is the kid, who happens to be in Philip's class at school. Fine, except hit with some emotional shock." "Must've been tough for Philip, dad." "Y'know Steve, that's something we totally overlooked, is our boys." "You're right Barry, but for right now I think Jade and Bernice will take their minds off the incident, until we can get to them." "So, what happened dad?" "Oh yeah. So, the next thing we know is a shot comes through the front window. One of the police officers instructs us to hightail it to the back room with the kid. Shots are fired and then it's all over. The father's dead." "Oh man. You always think of stuff like this happening somewhere else." "I know, Matty and when it hits home it scares the shit outta ya!" "You mentioned a teenager?" "He's in critical condition with a bullet wound to the head. They don't give him much hope." "That sucks!" Matty says. "Yeah, but the worst victim here is the ten year old." "You say he's in shock, dad?" "Yeah, but the tough thing is that the kid seems to have this... 'gift' thing, if that's what you want to call it," Barry tells the two jocks. "Gift?" Steve fills the two in, "Yeah, it's like all along while the events unfolded, the kid knew every step of the way what happened after the fact. Kind of gives you the heebie-jeebies." "You mean, like clairavoyant?" "You know something about that Matty?" "Yeah. Had a couple of events like that myself." "Oh?" "Yeah, but I'm not going to tell you about it because you all will think I'm trying to be funny." "Matty, come on." "Let's wait until later, okay? It'll keep." "Okay, babe. If that's why you want," Chad replies to his beloved. Steve and Barry smile at the tenderness evoked by each. "Dad?" "Sean." "Hey, what's happening bro?" Chad and Matty exchange hugs with Sean, then the dad's step in. "How's Ken?" "He's doing alright. They put him to sleep. Hey, will you guys give me a lift home?" "Um, you talking about the young jocks or us older jocks, Sean?" Steve lightens the atmosphere. "Um, dad, until you lose that barrel around the waist you ain't no jock!" "Matty, get'em outta here before they have to bring in a stretcher?" The three boys smiled. % "Daddiiiiiiiiie!" When Alonzo appeared at the door to the den, Diego acted like an airplane jumping off the runway and into the friendly skies! Alonzo knew he stood to be in a heap of trouble when Aidan and Philip, standing, hands on their hips stood tall to confront him. "Did you know your son has been worried sick about you, Alonzo?" Philip asks. "Oh really?" Alonzo replies, with the little monkey still attached. Aidan lays into him, "And where have you been all this time?" Looking Jade in the face, Alonzo quickly changes the subject, "Oh cool! Spiderman Monopoly! Who's winning?" Alonzo's diversion worked! The monkey hopped down from his perch and the two grunts back off, rushing to the board. Even Jade give him a little smirk at the perfect diversionary measure. "I'd better think about getting the dinner on the table." "Jade, it seems like all you do is cook, cook, cook." "It's my specialty. I like doing it." "But don't you do anything to relax?" "If I like doing something, it's relaxing to me, but yes, I do enjoy long walks around the countryside and reading. Plus I like playing with our boys here." "Jade, you're the best!" Philip gives her the thumbs up, followed by the other two copycats. "Jade?" "Yes, Aidan?" "Before you go, I wanted to tell you that now that you're getting rid of that creep, you can marry Diego's dad!" Diego picks up on it, saying to his dad excitedly, "Hey yeah, dad. You want to?" By this time the adults are in hysterical giggles. "I think we better let nature take it's course here." Jade wisely leaves the room for the dads to iron everything out. "First of all, Aidan and the rest of you boys, it's not nice to discuss 'love' feelings about people in front of people," Steve explains. Aidan makes a swift point, "But dad, didn't you say it wasn't nice to talk about people behind their backs?" "That's true, son, but when you are talking about two other people and feelings they share, especially about loving, getting married, well that's meant to be private between those two people, not 'in front' of their backs." "Your dad's right, Aidan," Alonzo puts his two cents in. "And son," he talks more to Diego, "you should wait for people to say whether they want to marry somebody. Not offer it." "I'm sorry daddy." "It's alright for now, because you don't know better and that's why we make mistakes. So we can learn from them. Understand Diego?" "Sorta, dad." "Besides, there's something here that I always took for granted, Diego." "What's grannit?" "Granite is a rock. 'Granted' means when we already think that things are the way they are. I don't think you and I have ever talked about something called being gay. Have we?" "No, daddy, but I know that Philip and Aidan are gay. They told me they are. Didn't you guys?" "Yup," Aidan replies. Philip also adds, "Yeah, we did, Diego. I hope you know what we tried to tell you." "Sure, Philip. You and Aidan are like your dads. You love each other. Like my dad and me." "Well, son, the way you and I love each other is a bit different than how Aidan and Philip's dads love each other." "How dad?" "I don't think it's too easy for you to understand this Diego, but two dads loving and living together is different than you and I loving and living together." "I don't get it dad." "Do you remember your grandma and grandpa, Diego?" "Yeah. gramps lives in Floradah." "Right and he was married to your grandmother." "She's in heaven, right?" "Yup. That's right, Diego. Well, them two being married, are just like Steve and Barry being married." "Can they be dad?" Barry helps Alonzo out, "We feel like we're married Diego." "Dad?" "Yes, Diego?" "If they are like being married, then are Philip and Aidan and their brothers like one big family of brothers?" Steve adds, "That's the way it seems to be turning out, Diego. I think when we have a fresh start, with everybody living in a new home then we will seem like a big family and more closer together." "Daddy?" "Yes, son?" "Are we gonna live with dad-Steve and dad-Barry?" Alonzo, put on the spot by his son, but more precisely at the conclusion of weighing out answers, mulls over the facts of the past few days. He's had quite a lot of spent time in bed with Steve and Barry, plus in their company, talking. He's spent time with both Jabari and Kade. Being with Steve and Barry seems like a whole different feeling than with the other two. "Daddy, are we?" Diego repeats himself, sitting down on his dad's leg, like a bump on a log. "Um," Looking up at Barry and Steve, he makes a firm decision then and there, "yes, we're going to be living with them, Diego, if you would like that?" A hullabaloo of jumping and hollaring broke out. Philip and Aidan jumps to their feet, commencing in a threeway hug and hopping fit, as if the three boys just won Family Feud! "Welcome to the family, dad-Alonzo." Steve's handshake brought Alonzo's ass up from the rug and into an adult threeway hug. Like Indiana Jones choosing the Holy Grail, Barry says, "You have chosen wisely," to Alonzo. Steve completes the movie tie in with, "May the force be with you!" "Oooooh noooooooo!" "Whatsamatter, Aidan?" Philip asks. "I stepped on Spiderman. Look, he does stand up anymore!" Steve says, "That's okay. He's got that webs to shoot out of his carpal tunnels!" "What's a carpulltunnel, dad-Steve?" "Philip?" "Yes, dad?" "Um, don't bother with 'dad-Steve's' worst joke." "Huh? Okay, dad. If you say so!" Philip, like clapping his hands together, wipes them clean of the question. Alonzo says, "Let me see that, Aidan." Giving the metal figure a slight overhaul, he straightens out the bent leg. "Oh cool! Thanks dad-Alonzo!" Aidan hugs him. "Dinner's ready. Somebody call the older boys." As quick as Jade appeared, she disappeared! % "Whew! I'm all sweaty!" "Hee heee, no wonder with all that pounding, Mike. Taking out your day's frustrations on my ass?" "Don't remind me, Gary. This has been some crazy, mixed up, turned upside down week here, in West Richland." "Could be the full moon." "Is that a prognosis from one of your text books, Dr. Shrink?" "Hee hee.. nah." The psychiatrist turns from his position, lying flat in the bed, to his law enforcement counterpart, lining the side of his body up to the thirty-seven year old, the whole of his chest, stomach and private quarters, all the way down, his leg up and over the hairy thigh of the man next to him. "Mike, did you ever think of really falling head over heels with a guy?" Staring upwards, his arm around the thirty-six year old doctor, Mike makes an honest attempt of jumbling some meaningful words together to form something romantic. "I have often wondered if out there, there could be a pair of lips that I enjoyed kissing all the time and yeah, a guy that I could be compatible with." Gary's hand still smeared the sweat up Mike's stomach, a bit of his own cum entwined, swirling the particles of chest hair and forming creative patterns. "Mike, have you ever thought about having kids around the house?" "I guess a guy's never too old. What brings this on Gary?" "Nothin'. I sense that you're a real loving guy and the way you described interrogating Philip and Aidan today, well, to be truthful, you had such excitement in your voice." "You know that little Philip wisecracker called me goofy?" "Noticed that myself, Mike." "You're gonna get it for that one, Gary." "Make sure you're in my ass when you give it to me, okay?" Mike looks at Gary's face. Eyes connect and Mike smiles. "If I didn't know any better I'd think you're trying to rile me up on purpose!" "I'm anxious to get your reaction to the 'having kids' thing, I have to confess." "What's your hurry, Gary? We ain't even gone steady here for but three days!" "Mike, I was thinking." "Yeah, I thought your brain ticked on overtime, Gary. Spit it out." "I have this feeling I'm not going to be to pull much over on you, Mike." Gary looks up at his face. "Well, for one thing I know that's not the fireworks. C'mon... c'mon... spill it!" "Okay. Mike Finnegan is 'owned by'," Gary puts the two words in imaginary italics, spelled out on Mike's chest, "Lewis Foster Care and..." "You want us to adopt him." "Mike, I didn't know cops could be highly intelligent beings!" "Second reason to ream that ass next time!" "Hee hee.. so, what do you think?" "My honest opinion?" "You don't like the idea." "Hee heee... got one to put over on you, Gary. Yesterday at the hospital I had this thought that if Mike was my son, there would've been no need for him to be laid up in the hospital." "Damn Mike! You come out with the most brilliant stuff!" "Thanks!" Mike breathes some hot breath on his knuckles and rubs it on his chest, as if to buff it up. "Hee hee... you ain't gonna buff nuthin' up on this sweaty chest!" Mike then buffs his knuckles on Gary's pec, clenching a nip in between his index and middle knuckles, squeezing and giving a little niptug. "Oooooooh! Don't do that!" "Hee hee heeee... yeah. Felt a little vibration from your crotch on my thigh. Looks like I got some new territory to explore!" "Watch out you don't fall off a cliff, Mike!" "Yeah, gotta watch the terrain. One slip and I could fall right into your ass!" "Mmmmmm..." "So, how do we go about getting this Finnegan kid to be our's?" "Gung ho man! Tomorrow I'll contact John Foster, my attorney." "Does he have a cute ass?" "Ha ha...." the sarcastic reaction came from Gary. "Owwwch!" "Heee heee... wondrin' what that belly sounded like!" "Just don't do any drum rolls. So, how long before we can own Mike Finnegan." "Own? Try adopt, Mike?" "Yeah, that's what I meant." "Before any legal things can be done, there's a very big detail we have to work out." "Oh? What's that?" "How do you know Mike Finnegan wants a police daddy with a big tympani?" "Oh man am I gonna pound your bass drum!" "It's not too late, Mike." "What to pound your ass?" "No, dummy. To go to the hospital and feel Mike Finnegan out." "Hey, we're not going to adopt Mike so that you can feel his body whenever you want, Gary!" "You know what, Mike?" "What?" "You are goofy!" Gary vaulted over Mike, giving him a quick peck on the lips and then headed for the jon. Mike put his hands behind his head thinking, 'I'm gonna be a dad!' % "Owwww....." "Easy Ken. Don't move around too much." "Sean? Whaa... what are you doing here?" "Just seeing how you're making out Ken." "I hurt..." "I don't doubt it. Y'know there's a cop outside your door. They want to know what happened to you." "Tell... tell him to... go away..." "I can't do that, Ken. They need to question you. There could be a homophobic on the loose in the area." "Sean?" "Yeah, Ken." "Why... why are you here?" "Because I think you need a friend. You're in pretty bad shape, Ken. I don't know that you have any other friends, other than myself, that is we are still friends and Chad'n'Matty." "Sean?" "Yeah, Ken?" "Is there a drink of water?" "Yeah, sure. A whole pitcher full." Sean poured the tepid water into a plastic cup, opened a straw and poked it in between Ken's lips, as he lay faced down on the bed. "Tastes good... thanks Sean." Sean looked at Ken, when he sensed Ken's hand on his hairy forearm. "No problem, Ken." "Sean?" "Yeah Ken?" "Bring a chair over here and sit?" "Sure. You want to talk?" "I need to, Sean." Sliding the chair an inch, it makes this loud squeal, so Sean picks it up and carried it to the side of the bed. Ken's head lays facing the side. Sean rests his arm on the chair, shifting his body on the armchair so that he can at least be halfway adjusted to Ken's vision. "So, what's on your mind, Ken?" "I.... I wanted to say I'm sorry." "For what? You didn't do anything to me." "I wanted to." "Oh?" "Yeah. Remember my cousin Hiro?" "Sure. The guy you were going to set up some bdsm play with us." "Sean..." Ken closed his eyes a minute. Reaching over to Ken's forearm, which had been about the only place visible, unscathed by welts, and replied, "Go on Ken. Whatever you have to tell me is water under the bridge." "Promise you wouldn't get mad, Sean?" "Heeey, we're still friends aren't we?" Tears began to form in Ken's eyes. "Sean, I sought revenge on you. I was planning on delivering you to Hiro for real torture." "Real torture? Wow!" "Yeah and... I planned on Jacq being there, too." "Jacq, too?" "I know I sound sinister, but I had to tell you Sean. If you want to leave you can go now." "Well, I can't say that I'm happy with what you're saying Ken, but I can see how it would make you angry the way I up and left you." "It's not your fault, Sean." "Oh yes is it. I mean, okay, maybe you didn't do right by planning revenge, but if I did or say something that made you that angry, then it 'is' partially my fault, Ken. Man, I'm sorry that I put you through all that." "I feel the worst." "Well don't, I feel like kind of a heel myself, Ken. If anything, it's me that should be asking you for forgiveness." "Sean?" "Yeah, Ken?" "Can we.... start over." "Sure, but..." "I know not as lovers. I know you love Jacq and that's the way it's gotta be, but can we start anew as friends?" "You bet, Ken. Um, I know this sounds kind of lame, but could I hear you say that you forgive me?" "Only if you say it to me, Sean." Both exchange the symbolic words of forgiveness to each other. "Now, tell me what happened to you, to get you to this state, Ken?" "They have anything to eat around here?" "Wow! That's how your back got like that? Nasty reaction to food, Ken!" Ken smiled as Sean went out to seek anything for Ken to munch on. Upon leaving the room, the Officer, same one that chatted with Denis at the new home, asked, "He say anything?" "No. I'll be back though." Officer Karl Maarten looked at Sean walk away. Something in his regulation pants began to stir as he saw Sean walk down the hallway. He also thought how lucky he was to be guarding the jock inside the room. Man, would he love to part either of those jock's ass crevices! % "Good food, Jade," Alonzo mentions, putting another fork full of Spaghettio's in his mouth. "Remind me to give you the recipe, Alonzo." As Jade replies she looks over at Steve and Barry. Diego kills the joke though, saying, "Daddy, this isn't no resceepee." "Really? Taste's like something I had at Le Domaine de Lintillac in Paris. "You've been to Paris, Alonzo?" "No, but know Donovon's inside out!" After getting the normal reactions, like Matty's, "I think Alonzo suspects," Alonzo asks, "Okay, what's the deal here?" "Just one second, first!" Jade says, getting up from the table. "Oh cool!" the boys all yell out when Jade returns with a huge platter of Buffalo Wings. "Now, what was your question, Alonzo?" "Well, since you're the chef-in-residence, Jade I guess my question to you is why?" "Alonzo," Chad begins, "it's not only Jade, but a lot of us that notice what Diego has been eating." "Is that what this is about?" Alonzo drops his fork on his plate. "Hey, Alonzo, we're your friends, remember that!" Steve points out, using his barbecue clad fingers as a baton. "Okay, let's have it." "Daddy, I didn't say anything ta anybody." Looking across the table where Diego sat next to Jade, all Alonzo could do is smile at the Buffalo Wing sauce that outlined his son's mouth, much like a circus clown. "I know you didn't son." Philip says profoundly, in his chomping Buffalo Wing brogue, "Y'know, Diego, sometimes stuff shows for itself and somebody doesn't have ta say it!" Matty says, "I think we should think about enrolling Squirt in college!" "Did I say something good Matty?" "Yeah, Squirt," Chad says, "you're smarter than some of my professors!" Alonzo cut back in, mentioning to Diego, "Like your buddy says, Diego, you don't have to tell for people to know." "Alonzo?" "Yes, Jade?" "I'm sorry. I suppose my little joke here isn't of the best taste." "On the contrary, Jade," Alonzo lightens the atmosphere, "I think it tastes pretty good!" Diego begins up the laughing machine and then the other squirts catch on, followed by everyone else. "Tell you the truth, Jade. I know I haven't been the greatest when it comes to what Diego, or myself for that matters, of what we should be filling our stomachs with. And while we're on this subject that I'm about to unfold to all of you, I might as well say that... well, I don't believe things don't happen without a reason for doing so. I'm not much up on the God thing, but I know there's reasons that Diego and I got to meet and know all of you." A bout of sighs rotate around the table, followed with smiles and mutual greetings in return for Alonzo's statements. "I'm not sure if this is fine with Barry and Steve, but most likely since they are a couple, they would look to me before they came out and said anything about it... you two do know what I'm talking about here, right?" "Sure, Alonzo," Barry signifies for the couple. "Proceed," gave him the go ahead to inform everyone of plans as Alonzo saw them happening. "I know you... the Barr Family have been here in West Richland for roughly about five days. From interaction with the Clark Family, I get the feeling that all of you have the notion that it seems that having the Barrs live here has seemed like months or even years. For Diego and myself," Alonzo looks over at his precious son, "I can connect in the same manner. It's great getting to know you all. I'd especially like to thank Philip and Aidan for making Diego their friend..." Philip and Aidan, faces like-smeared with sauce, their hands sticky as buns, reply in the affitmative, licking their lips. "So, what I'm driving at and I know my own son, Diego is looking for this answer; yes, Diego, we're moving in with the Barr's and Clark's!" Bad meal to serve for kids that are out of their seats, hugging each other. But who would've figured that such a sensitive subject would have arisen at the dinner table, followed by such dancing! "Dad?" "Yes, Tom?" "I don't get it." "Oh? And what is it you don't get?" "You already have Steve. Aren't you getting greedy?" With a faint smile, Steve answers, "Don't go blaming it all on your dad there, Tom." Barry jumps back in to the ring, "Well, no one is to blame really and it may not be what you think you are seeing here." "Oh! He thinks?" Alonzo says perky. Denis tries to get across, "I think what Tom meant to find out is if all of you three dads are going to be sleeping in the same bed!" Talk about red faces! "Hmm, the dads are pretty sly coming up with a threeway relationship, huh Chad?" "Hmm... wonder if they're interested in a fiveway?" "I wonder if you're ready for a noogie, Chad?" The jocks laughed their asses off. "Um, what's so funny over there?" "Nothin' dad," Chad reports, "Jock talk." Barry smiles, attending to another Buffalo Wing. "So, Jade," Alonzo asks with intent, "I suppose Diego will be having more nutritous meals from now on?" "I dunno. I thought spaghettio's are kind of tasty!" She replies. Chad and Matty stick their index fingers in their mouths. A signal to Jade. "I think I'd rather have vegetarian barfburgers!" Chad adds to the distinct menu planning. % Kade, having a one man band meal for himself, looked at the newspaper while stabbing a hotdog with his fork. The twenty-seven year old, sitting high on a kitchen stool, let his sleek thighs hang over the edge. He readjusted his briefs, then sensed a need for some action. Putting the newspaper back together, he looked down his rather slim chest and stomach, obstructed by a thick patch midchest and a trail leading to the jeweled spectacle. The phone rings. "Hey, Kade, how about coming over and keeping me company." "Hey, Jabari!" The picture in Kade's mind gave new meaning to confining his cock space. "Think you can ditch the old lady for a romp in the sheets?" "Why don't you come over here?" "She out?" "Yeah, for good." "What do you mean, Kade?" "We're getting divorced." "Oh happy day, man!" "So, you horned up for some action Jabari?" "And how, Kade. Get that magic wand in working condition. Need some hot seed planted in my ass!" "Tell ya the truth. I feel like some hot action. Why don't you come over here?" "Would, except you need to pick me up, man." "You got it. Be there in five minutes. And Jabari?" "Yeah?" "Pack an overnight bag." "Got everything I need, on, man!" Kade threw on his clothes in a hurry, grabbed his keys and bolted for the car. In no time he and Jabari entered back into his home. "Don't forget to take it easy on me, man." "No problem. Nothing wrong with your jaw is there?" "Oh man, what a tease you are, Kade. Can't wait to get my tongue on that eight and half inches of prime cut!" Kade helped Jabari to the bedroom. Being real careful, he helped undress the twenty-six year old and then lay down next to him. "Looks like they sewed you up pretty good." "Yeah. Five more days and I can start living the life of a cumslut again!" "I guess your sis has been taking real good care of you, Jabari?" "Kenya? Huh! She's hardly ever home. Only one taking care of me, is me!" "Poor baby. Ready to take care of me?" "Oh man... bring it on, man." After getting Jabari all laid out in bed, Kade strips down, doing an extra special stripping of his briefs, as he watches Jabari licking his lips. "Ooooh fuck have I missed those balls... gettem over here quick, man!" It hasn't been the first time Kade has been treated to one of Jabari's tongue jobs on the bottom of his balls. He knew he had to be careful when he leaned back, as the hot tongue licked the underside or took each orb inside the orifice for a tongue bath. Kade often wondered if every man were a ball-slut, rim-slut, cock-slut, nip-slut, armpit-slut, bellyhole-slut, cum-slut like Jabari. Before his operation, Jabari would have Kade lay there in bed for hours while he licked every inch of his body. Tonight Kade knew he wouldn't be getting the 'tongue job supreme' on his asshole, but now that he knew he was a 'free man', there would be plenty of time for pleasures such as that! % "Sorry it's only a Twinkie, Ken. The cafeteria is closed, except for coffee." "No. It tastes good, Sean. Thanks." "So, what happened to you Ken?" "First let me tell you about Hiro. Seems that all I had planned for you... he led me on, Sean. He had no intentions of torturing you or having you and Jacq service his buds." "Sounds like fun!" "Sean, you're going to hate me for this." "No I wouldn't.. what, Ken?" "Sean, I was going to have you sold into slavery." "Hogwash! Shit, Ken. There's no such thing as slavery. That was abolished at the end of the Civil War." "Well, whether you want to believe it or not, it does exist. When Hiro and I were growing up, he told me stories about slavery." "Stories. That's all it is, Ken." "No, it's real Sean. But anyway, growing up Hiro always told me that he had this 'in' with slavetraders. Sean, when Hiro asked me what I wanted done with you after he finished... having his way with you, I told him to sell you to the slave traders." "Okay, what else?" Sean asked, still holding at bay that there 'is' a possibility that slavery still does exist. "Sean, you should be throwing a piss-fit at me!" "Yeah, well. Maybe I'm starting to like you again. What else did Hiro say?" "The last time I called him, I told him that I couldn't contact you. Oh shit!" "Whatsamatter?" "Matty and Chad have the letter I typed out to lure you to your doom." "Any other hate mail I should know about?" "Sean, why are you taking this all so lightly? You could've been hurt real bad, man!" "I don't know. What else?" "Last time I talked with Hiro on the phone, I asked him to cancel his party and if he couldn't... well, I told him that I would take your place." "You, Ken'ichi? Take pain?" "I know, pathetic, huh Sean?" "And Hiro accepted that? Using his own cousin?" "No. In fact Hiro told me that he would never use me. Sean, he told me that he didn't know any guys to sell slaves to. He told me that... he said that because I sacrificed myself in place of you that I was growing up." "Hmm... coming from your older cousin I'd say that's a compliment." "Yeah, well he's right in a way." "Oh?" "Yeah, Hiro made me see all the dumb stuff I did. Sean, I started making myself sick over planning evil revenge against you." "It can happen I guess, Ken. A person gets an obsession and then forgets about everything else in life that is of importance." "Wow Sean. Looks like Jacq's doing you some good." "Oh. Yeah. That philosophical thing. Well, I have decided to take some psych courses. Jacq suggested it." "That's good Sean." "So, you've filled me in about Hiro. Did he reneg and do this to you?" "No way, Sean. In fact Hiro asked me to come visit him and we could have some fun like in the olden days." "What kind of fun would that be?" "Eh, he used to get ahold of a couple of college jocks that enjoyed roleplaying slaveboys and he'd show me how to 'train' them." "I think I'm getting hard, Ken!" For the first time since they began their chat, Ken smiled. "Anyway, Hiro asked me to come visit him and he'll get a couple of jocks from the college to come over and we can have a weekend blast playing with them." "Sounds hot, Ken." "Yeah, okay, so now about this other thing." "Yeah, I'm anxious to hear how you got beaten, Ken." "You see, Sean, for the longest time I've been thinking that I've been neglected by my parents." "Because they're always at the restaurant." "Right. You remember me telling you that my mom is not my real mom, right?" "Right, but your real dad died." "Yeah. Mom got married to John Richards before we moved to West Richland." "Got it." "Okay, so I don't know if I've ever told you this, but since I was about fifteen John used to come home, sometimes drunk out of his skull and take advantage of me." "You should've told me, Ken." "Well, when we moved to West Richland, his abuse stopped. I guess my worst decision had been to tell him I was gay." "He didn't like it, huh?" "You kidding? He's a real live homophobic." "He... he did this to you?" Ken hid his face in the pillow. Sean got up and turned his head out of the fluffy mass. "Ken, it's not your fault." "I know. All I wanted to do is go to the restaurant to be with them. Maybe try to get to know my stepdad all over again. Be near my mom. I thought I was doing a good job, helping them wait on tables and do other stuff." "And what brought on... I guess your stepdad did this to you." "Two days ago I piled some rice in the storage closet. He said put it on the second shelf and up. So I forgot. Yesterday I lay some on the bottom shelf. John started calling me a faggot, bastard, telling me I was no good. I tried to defend my actions, in words, then had no choice to try to fight him off. John's bigger than me and you know he's had experience boxing. He pulled some hard punches to my abs, slapped me around, kicked me in the gut and the balls." "Ooooh no... I'm sorry Ken." "Sean, he wasn't satisfied with me almost ready to pass out. He cursed me out more. I tried to get up, but he kept throwing me down over the pallet of rice. Finally he pulled my shirt up over my head, took off his belt and whipped me." "Oh man, Ken. What a fuckin' animal!" "All I remember is his foot kicking me in the ass and telling me get out and he didn't want to see my face again. Sean, I don't know how long I wandered in the woods. I figured if I made it to the road I'd hitch a ride. I couldn't even stand by the time I made it there." "Ken, your stepdad can't get away with this." "No, Sean." "What do you think your mom is going to say?" "Mom? You're kidding. She don't give a dam about me. Fuck, my stepdad cared more about me than she did, the fuckin' bitch!" "Okay.... okay... calm down Ken. Um, as I see it, your stepdad should be charged with this and you wouldn't just be doing it for yourself, Ken." "Huh? What do you mean, Sean?" "Meaning that no man should have to go through anything like this because of his sexuality. If not for yourself, Ken, you owe it to every man that this situation comes about, simply because the guy's gay." "Yeah, I guess so." "Listen, my dad knows this cop. I can have my dad give him a call. He can listen to you and take down what you've just told me, Ken." "Yeah, okay Sean." "Another thing. Do you have Hiro's phone number?" "Yeah." "I'll give him a call." "Sean, thanks." Sean finds some paper and a pen, then writes down Hiro's phone number. After going to the parking lot, he phones him. Hiro says he's on his way and asked Sean to wait at the hospital for him. "That didn't take long." "Did you reach Hiro?" "Yeah. He's on his way. When I mentioned that your stepdad kicked you out he sounded like he was ready to lynch him!" "Now you know where I get it from, Sean." "I dunno Ken. I think you're kind of a sweet guy when you want to be." Sean stroked the side of Ken's cheek. "I think I need to sleep, Sean." "Yeah, you do that buddy. I'll be waiting for Hiro. Oh, he also said that he wants you to come live with him, even if it's only til you're back on your feet.... Ken? Ken?" Sean wasn't sure if Ken caught the last part of the message, but good news could wait. "How's your buddy?" The police officer asked. "Sleeping." "He's had it kind of rough, huh?" "Yeah." "He's gay, isn't he?" "Yeah." Sean looked at the cop, thinking what a strange line of questioning. "I'm going to be in the waiting room. His cousin's on his way to be with him. If it interests you his cousin is gay, too!" Karl, part pitbull acknowledged Sean's inference. % woof! continuedo......... Copyright 2005 T. Chase McPhee All Rights Reserved. www.assgm.net www.nifty.org Permission is NOT granted to publish this story to any PAY site, nor any site that is not listed above, without the author's prior consent.