Date: Fri, 11 Mar 2005 15:40:26 -0800 (PST) From: T Chase McPhee Subject: Nature Walk 04 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. "Nature Walk" 04 (M/t oral) wriTten by T. Chase McPhee % "Everybody got their eyes shut tightly?" Alberto called out, while unwrapping the tin foil from the huge, square pan he extracted from the freezer. Turning occasionally, to make sure there weren't any peekers, Alberto scolded, "If anyone is peeking I will not be able to serve the cake." >From the youngest voice came, "Then Aunt Bernice better help me, because I can't help but peek!" Bernice moved into place behind Philip, placing her hands over the youngster's eyes. "This includes you, Bernice," Alberto stressed. "Heck, I've seen the Zebra millions of times!" "Then I suppose I will have to cover it up and put it back in the freezer," Alberto assumed the role of an actor, putting the foil back over the Zebra cake pan. Five or six times the name, 'Aunt Bernice!', rang throughout the crowd, as the conglomerate of three families raised hell. "Oh fiddlesticks! Alright," she complained, shutting her eyes. Even the adults were on pins and needles, waiting for the treat to be unveiled. "Open!" Astonishment caused everyone to be super quiet, when Alberto turned around, after saying that magic word. "Wow!" Philip gasped, as if it were a pan full of gold. Aidan, standing beside Philip, belted out, "It looks like a Zebra!" His brother, Denis said, "Dah, Aidan?" Their father, Steve, looks over at Barry. "I wonder where Denis picked that up from?" Barry smiled and replied, "Kids," shaking his head from east to west and back. "Alberto, what are the black stripes?" "Here, Philip, since you are the only one that helped make dinner, you get to be the official taster." Bernice complained, "I bought it. That should mean something!" Alberto readied to say something, when Philip blurted out, "Aunt Bernice, you come by me and we'll taste it at the same time." Under her breath, but in a whisper, she replied, "Little heartbreaker!" Standing next to Philip, Bernice directs to Alberto, "Well, what am supposed to do, eat like a hog?" Philip replies, in honesty, "You sound like you're calling one, when you yell for Matty, Aunt Bernice!" "Is that so?" She replied, her hands on her hips. "Then I guess I'll try eating like one!" She turned down the spoon Alberto offered. "Aunt Bernice, you're not really going to..." Before Aidan could get his full response out, Bernice put her hand on the bottom of Philip's dish and pressed up, as her head bobbed down, like kissing the surface. Giggling began with the two young ones and spread throughout the large kitchen, faster than the plague. "Haa ha ha ha haaa... Look Philip, Aunt Bernice looks like a clown!" Sure enough, when she lifted her face out of the plate, vanilla ice cream lined her mouth and a white spot formed on her nose. "Matty, you're mom always this crazy?" Chad kids. "You haven't seen the worst of it, Chad. Stick around." Philip didn't wait for a second plate, but just dug in. Barry turns to Steve and says, "Now I know where your kids get it from!" Steve's says, "I suppose that means you think highly of me as a parent, Barry." "Only time will tell Steve. Time will tell. C'mon let's get a piece of that Zebra before our kids make mincemeat out of it!" "Heeeeeeey, the stripes are lickerrish! Here, try it, Aidan!" Excitedly, Aidan accepts the spoonfed delight from Philip's hand. "Mmmmmm, scrumpdillyicious!" Aidan calls out, as if a connoisseur of vanilla ice cream, laced with Zebra. By the time Bernice had returned from a jaunt upstairs for a quickie cleanup, the Zebra ice cream pan ran on empty. "Hell, what happened to my piece?" "Tsk, tsk, tsk, such talk for a lady," Barry scorns. Steve inputs, "You ain't seen nothing yet, Barry." "I see that you two got some to stuff your gullets! Even the plump chef," Bernice teases, poking Alberto in the tummy, as he stands there with a dish, a spoon sticking out of it. Steve offers some famous advice, "He who hesitates is lost!" Barry and he made it a point to show Bernice the next spoonful delivered to there palates. The two begin to giggle. "Alright, give it up, Alberto!" >From the freezer, Alberto pulls a soup bowl size portion of the Zebra ice cream delight. "Let me give you a tip, Barry," Steve acknowledges, talking with his spoon, as if pointing something out to a class of his science students, "You have to get up early in the morning to pull the wool over Bernice's eyes." Barry jokes back, "I better set the alarm for five, then." In rebuttal, Bernice replies, "Better set that alarm for four. We jog at five!" "Tell me she's not serious, Steve." "She's serious, Barry." Bernice went on to deliberate the value of exercise and nutrition, accusing Barry of being way out of shape. In between the words, she took a spoonful of Zebra ice cream. % "Philip, you going to ask Matty to finish his story about Sean?" "Sure, Aidan. Wait til he's done with his Zebra ice cream." "Know what would be fun to do, Philip?" "What?" "Watch Chad and Matty do 'it' sometime." "How do you know they do stuff, Aidan?" "I seen it!" "Seen what?" Philip questions, eyes widened in awe. "Chad and Matty doin' it." "Did they have no clothes on?" "I don't know, Philip." "The queer folk didn't have any on." "I know, Philip. What I seen is Chad and Matty go into Matty's room. Matty came out without Chad and he had only his underpants on." "You mean no shirt, pants or socks?" "Uh-huh. Then after Matty takes a leak..." "Leak?" "Don't you know anything, Philip? Leak is the same as pee-pee." "Keep teaching me, Aidan. What else?" "Well, I'm sitting down here, reading and look up ta where his room is. He comes out of the jon, without his underpants on!" "You saw his pee-pee-er?" "His cock," Aidan reminds Philip, then continues, "Yep. It was bigger than mine. Bigger than Erik's. Bigger than Denis'." "How about Sean's?" "I think Sean and Matty are the same bigness." "Wow! What else did you see?" "Nuthin'. Matty went back in the room and closed the door." "I thought you said you seen them do it, Aidan." "They probably did, since after Matty came back, he didn't have his undies on." "Know what Aidan?" "What Philip?" "My pee-... cock is all stiff." "Mine too." "Mine started to get stiff when Matty talked about him and Sean going skinnydipping." "Mine too, Philip. Did you feel your cock, like shake, as Matty spoke?" "Yep. Your's?" "Yup. Especially when he talked about them having no shirts on." "I never thought about a guy without a shirt, getting sweaty, but when Matty told us, that got my cock shaking." "How big did your's get, Philip?" "I don't know. Maybe a foot." "A foot? Man, you're bigger than Sean!" "I am?" "Yeah, Philip. I heard Sean say once, while he talked on the phone with Matty that he's only eight inches long. Wow, Philip. You're four inches longer than Sean!" "Is that good?" "I don't know, but I think the longer a guy's cock, the more of a man he is." "Maybe I should ask my dad." "No, you don't ask your dad about those things." "How about Chad?" "Yeah, ask Chad." "Will you come with me, Aidan?" "Sure. I want to hear the answer, too. Want to ask now?" "Nah, not now Aidan. Not around Tom and Mark. They make fun of me sometimes." "Wow! Just like Eric and Denis." "Must be something with their age. How old are Eric and Denis?" "Eric is fourteen and Denis is sixteen." "I don't believe it! Tom and Mark are the same age as Eric and Denis!" "And we're almost the same age, Aidan and we're queer!" "Say gay, Philip." "Gay. So?" "No, say gay, when you mean the word queer." "How come?" "Because queer sounds too queer. Most guys say gay." "Okay. Thanks for teaching me all this stuff, Aidan, 'specially about my long cock. I guess I must be more of a man than a boy." "Looks that way, Philip. You got me beat." % "So you guys don't do sex stuff all the time, Eric?" "Nah, we're as ordinary as you and Mark, Tom." "Where did you get that idea from, Tom?" Denis asks. "Just from what the guys at school say." Eric says, "There's no better way to get an understanding about being gay, then from gay guys." "Can we ask you guys anything?" Mark inquires, point blank. "Sure. We don't mind, do we Denis?" "Nope. Hey, want to go listen to some of Matty's CD's?" "Sure." "Hey you hedgehogs, what about these dishes?" The hogcaller asks. "Oops! Sorry Aunt Bernice." "Well, I'll handle these today, but you better just fill Tom and Mark in about the rules around here or you all will be peeling potatoes!" "Peeling potatoes?" Mark asks. "That or..." Bernice decides to add a real threat, "you see all these windows? How would you like to spend a Saturday off from school, cleaning them?" Even though Bernice offered to take the empty 'Zebra dishes' into the kitchen, the four lads rushed her, grabbing them up and racing to the sink. She laughed her ass off! "How did you manage to pull that one off, Bernice?" Barry inquires. "Told you, Barry, you don't know the half of it. She probably threatened to take them out back and give them a switchin'," Steve lays on him. "I don't think so, Steve. They've heard that one already." "You know Stevie, you and Barry better behave yourselves, or you and your kids will be over here on Saturday washing windows!" The two acted like she would carry it out, but knew better. Or maybe they didn't. "Stevie, I like the way you fix those Margarita's!" Bernice compliments him. Barry orders up, "I'll have a Blue Sapphire this time around." "Do you know how to mix that blue stuff up, Barry?" Bernice inquires, as if asking the answer to a secret. "Well, sure. I saw the blue curacao sitting down there and figured you make them all the time." Barry became Bernice's long lost friend, when she heard that. "Make one for me," She said. "Stevie, get outta Barry's way!" Steve again warns, "Watch it Barry. If you make it too good you'll be bartending her parties!" Bernice jokes, "Stevie, bring your own bucket on Saturday?" The three busted their guts with laughter. Poor Stevie. "Oh my, my..." Bernice sat on the bar stool, flapping her O-shaped mouth with her hand, after sipping the Blue Sapphire, as if her teeth were on fire. "Too much blue?" Barry asked. "Oh my, I haven't tasted one this powerful since my husband used to make them!" "That's been sitting there this long, Bernice?" "Yeah Stevie. Pathetic, ain't it?" Silence lingered a second, until Barry broke the ice, "But the drink is okay?" "Oh sure, but I bet you're waiting to hear about ole Harvey?" "Harvey?" Steve offers, "Bernice's honey-bear." Barry had wondered of what hybrid Matty had been born out of. "How long are you going to keep Barry guessing, Bernice?" Steve prodded. Bernice cut him off, "I'm workin' on it... Barry, filler up!" Barry looked at Steve, whom mentioned out loud that Bernice could handle it, then winked. Barry resolved, "If you don't want to talk about your husband, Bernice, it's fine with me." "Well, I'm not going to tie you to a chair and make you listen, Barry." She cackled at her own joke. "Oh, I'd like to hear the story actually." "Just like Stevie, a nosey son-of-a....a.... you know what I mean..." Then putting her hand up to the side of her mouth, she said in close company, "On account o' the youngin's I gotta keep up my ladylike manners!" She cackled like a hen in a farm yard. Steve noticed Barry watering down the Blue Sapphire, before placing it in Bernice's hand. "Good move, buddy," he commented, giving him a pat on the shoulder. After getting to know Steve for a half of a day, he really began liking his friendship. As for Bernice, way beyond that of a friend. More like that a kindred soul, giving in the name of love and the happiness of others. "So?' "Oh yeah, so Harvey, my loving, devoted husband, the fuckin' bastard!" "What happened to the ladylike, Bernice?" Steve reminds her. "Oops!" Like a little kid, she exclaimed her error, looking around to see if any of the urchins were within earshot. "Whew! That was a close one!" Then she continued, "Left me pregnant at seventeen, with my dear, wonderful Matty." "So," Barry tried to make up questions, to keep it rolling, "he left you in this large home?" "No way. Left me in a dumpy trailer down near the airport. He was in the service and took off with some no good, pardon me Stevie, queeroid!" Well, Barry and Steve were in stitches, at the way she said it. Bernice, not only a kind person, kept everyone rolling in the laughter. At times Barry knew it not to be intentional. Other times, to keep the boys with no excuse not to love her. "So, I take it that you built the Bridges empire on your own?" "Dam right!" Just as Bernice said that, Alberto appeared with some nuts and a beer for himself. "Nuts, Steve?" He joked. Steve answered, "And he's just as bad as 'she' is!" This gave Barry some new fuel for laughter. Alberto, before he sat down, he nudged his stool closer to Bernice's. "Take that jacket off, Alberto. Ya look as hot as hell!" "Aren't you forgetting, Bernice?" She became serious for a second. "Oh my word! I plum forgot. You boys are the doyen's tonight. Forgot all about the social down at church! Quick, Alberto, throw on a pot o'coffee!" "Doyen's?" Barry inquire's. Steve explains, "French for elder members of a group." "I hadn't realized Bernice spoke French." "You didn't? She gave you a sample of it, just a few minutes ago," indicating her 'cursive' language. The two laughed, then Barry noticed how Bernice's sudden change of thought half sobered her up. Barry requested, "Make that one more coffee please, Alberto?" "Sure. Steve?" Alberto inquired of Steve. "Yeah. It could be a long night." % After Bernice and Alberto lit out the door, the two doyens head back to the kitchen. "Can I offer you a refill, Barry?" "Sure. Can't get enough caffeine flowing through the veins." "Cream?" "A little thanks. By the way, Steve, do you think we should check up on the troops?" "Nah. My guys will behave themselves." "Same here." "Can I interest you in a game of chess or rummikub, in the den?" "It's been ages since I've played chess, I better stick with the rummikub." Barry follows Steve through the twists and turns of the contemporary home. "For being on her own, looks like Bernice has done alright for herself." "Well, it's not like she was left destitute." "Oh? How's that go, Steve?" "Her parents gave something to start off on. The father went first, then her mom. That added to her bank account." "Nice folks." "They didn't get along." "And they left her a mint?" "Bernice kept her distance." "Did this have to do with Harvey?" "I think you know you're on the right track." "I guess I just saved you a lot of explaining, huh Steve?" "Yes, but Bernice had this place before the folks kicked the bucket. She ditched Harvey's last name and reverted back to her maiden name. Her folks rode along on the notoriety of Bernice's successes." "Hmm... what did Bernice think about that?" "At first she didn't take kindly to it, but after a while she didn't really give a damn. She built every home in this neighborhood." Steve had opened a cupboard and taken the rummikub game box out. Unlatching the leather case, he carefully dumped the fine, crafted box out. A couple still managed to fall on the floor. "Ooops!" "I'll get them," Barry offered. This had been the first real chance for Steve to eye up some part of Barry's physique. He smiled, when he spied the buttoned down shirt stretch across Barry's back, then the Dockers pulling tautly around his asscheeks. "What?" Barry inquired, popping up with the two ivory tiles and looking at the grin on Steve's lips. "Oh, nothing." Barry accepted the vague answer. "Are you a good player, Barry?" "Why? Interested in a bet?" "Maybe a nickel or two." "Two nickels and you're on!" Barry replied, taking the initative to set the wager. After turning the tiles over, each drew one tile to see who goes first. "Yes!" Barry yells out. "I hope this doesn't constitute your luck, Barry." "Time will tell, my friend... time will tell," Barry replied, tapping Steve's arm, then going for the remaining 13 tiles, as did his opponent. "Maybe you better refresh my memory on the rules of the game, Steve." "No problem. You already know there are four colors, right?" "Yes." "They number 1 to 13 and there's 2 jokers, which are worth 30 points. The numbered tiles are worth whatever it says on the tile. The first play has to total 50 points." "Right." "Each run must consist of at least 3 tiles of the same color, like red: 4, 5, 6, or orange: 1, 2, 3, 4, get it?" "Oh yes, that's right. It's just like Domino's." "Yeah, sort of, except the colors." "Yep and if you can't go, you have to pick a tile, passing your turn to 'me'!" "Hey, that's not gonna happen, buddy, so..." "Un-huh, so let's see your 50 points, Barry?" "Rats! I can't make 50!" "Hee heee... looks like I'm gonna win this round." Steve effortlessly makes the first play, laying tiles down that count up to 50 points. The volley went back and forth until Steve had played all of his tiles. "I don't believe you're out all ready, Steve." "Told ya I was going to win, now pay up!" Barry feels in his pocket for some change. "Rats! No nickels." "That's okay. I'll take two quarters." Barry holds his hand out for Steve to pick them from his palm. "Uh-uh, just two." "Cheapskate!" "Hey, I'm a poor man and after I fork it over for the Chatsworth place, us boys'll be on skimpy rations." "Not if Bernice has anything to do with it." "She says that she's skimming some of the price off the top. I started giving her a tough time over it." "Now don't get me wrong. Years ago she gave me the same deal and it's not like everybody in the neighborhood got the same treatment, but Bernice has lots of dough." "I hope you don't mind that she let on what she did for you and Seb, is it?" "Nah." "Sorry, I didn't mean to bring up anything disturbing to you, Steve." "It's a deep wound, but it's mostly healed. I can talk about it." "I didn't mean to pry." "I know you didn't, Barry." So, while the evening ticked away, Steve told his story of how Seb, the love of his life, became the disaster of his life. Barry learned how Steve caught him taking advantage of Sean, their first adopted boy. "I'm sorry, Steve." "It happened a long time ago and fortunately wounds heal. Bernice put up the money to get Sean some time with a therapist. He had become my major worry. Something like that could ruin a kid's life. I thank God for her and Matty. He became Sean's very best bud." "He is a very nice kid." "Yes and I see that your Chad is very much like Matty." "I know it's none of my business, but did Matty and Sean, um.." "Have a relationship?" "Yeah." "No. Not like I think like it's working out with Chad. Matty had been only fifteen and Sean sixteen. I kind of feel a little jealous." "Of Chad?" "Yeah. I love Matty like a son and I would have loved for Sean and Matty to become partners, but a person can't be forced into that kind of a situation. Besides, I know they both are the closest of friends." "Tell you the truth, I had my suspicions, but not until today did I fully realize that Chad had been gay. Same with Tom." "Tom is gay, too?" "No. I mean Tom had his suspicions, as well as me," Barry clarified it for Steve. "Oh, I see, but your little guy is comical." "Yeah. I suppose he might be gay." "Might is not the word, Barry." "Right. I guess I'm deluding myself into thinking the other way around." "This might seem selfish, but I'm glad he is bringing it out. Aidan has kind of been lost. I think he's happy that Philip 'came out'." "I would think, since his three older brothers are gay, that it would be a cinch for him to accept. No?" "Barry," Steve put his hand on the other dad's shoulder, "being brought up in a gay family life, is definitely a plus, but there's more to family life to think about. Just like any other kid Aidan's age, there are pressures in school. Being gay may add a double dose of awkward peer pressure." "I guess you're right, Steve. Have the boys had trouble in school?" "At times. I suppose Sean has taken the brunt of the coming out issue and school life. I don't think I'm much different than you, Barry, when it comes to supporting my kids in school." "True Steve. I guess the student population hasn't been too supportive." "They weren't when my oldest, Sean had been in school. Not only were there battles with students, but biased parents and even some teachers and administration members." "So, how did you deal with that, Steve?" "By reading up on gay rights issues. But that wasn't enough. Some people are set in their ways. It took a lawsuit against the school system." "Oh? What prompted your action, Steve?" "Sean getting suspended, for being 'in the wrong', as a result of his sexuality." "Mind if I pry?" "Not at all. I look at what happened to Sean as a learning experience. Not only for myself, but for all those involved." "In a way, it excites me. I bet you stepped on toes and kicked ass, huh Steve?" "Heee hee heee.. yeah, to put it mildly. Oh man, I'll never forget what happened. It turned things around, but not without repercussions." Leaving the game in midstage, the two leaned back, going deep into discussion, as Steve unraveled the mystery of the 'gay affair' with the school system. " "Yes, I suppose, just like telling the kids about being adopted as soon as they could handle it." "Adopted, Barry?" A silence filled their presence, as Barry tossed the rummikub he was about to play, into the center of the domino pattern, messing up the neat arrangement. "Oh man. I think I need a drink," he said, stretching out backwards on the couch. "Hey, bud, you don't have to tell me anything you don't want to. In fact I should learn to mind my own business." "Helloooooooooooooo... anybody hooooooome?" The hogcall came bounding through the rooms. A rumble came from the stairway, as Philip and Aidan barrelled down, followed by the rest of the troops. "Aunt Bernice!" The screams came from the livewire broadcast. "Somebody miss me?" "We sure did, Aunt Bernice." It's Bernice that became the first to notice that both Aidan's and Philip's flys were left open. She didn't say anything, but giggled, after giving each boy an offered hug. "So, what have you two little hedgehogs been up to?" "Nuthin'," Aidan and Philip replied, turning a slight shade of pink. She averted prying, by anouncing, "Anybody want a snack?" In through the outdoors, Alberto appeared, carrying two brown paper shopping sacks. "What's this Bernice?" Steve asked, as the two doyens appeared from the den. "A lot o'folk never showed, so I made a donation and bought them out of their spread. C'mon everybody into the kitchen!" Aidan and Philip raced ahead of Bernice, hoping the church had some Zebra ice cream cake leftover. "I wonder where Chad is?" Barry asks Steve. "Might be a good idea for you to check up on them." "I'd appreciate some moral support, if you don't mind." "Chicken!" However, Steve walked the stairs with Barry. They arrived at the closed door to Matty's room. "Un-uh, Barry. Knock before opening." "Oh yeah. I was just about to do that." "Yeah, sure Barry." "I was, honest." Steve just smiled. He just saved Barry from an embarrasing moment. "Can I come in, guys?" But it's Matty's voice that replied, "Just a minute and we'll come out." "Better yet," Barry told Steve, shrugging his shoulders. "Let them do all the talking." "Good idea," Barry reckoned. "Hi dad, what's up?" "Oooh, I just... ah, wondered... well..." Steve cut in, "Your mom brought home some leftover food from the church social, Matty and wondered if you were hungry?" "Sure am. Thanks for letting us know." "Um, Chad, you better comb your hair." "Oh yeah. Thanks dad. Must've got messed up while playing with Matty's electric train set." "Train set?" Barry replied. Steve nudged him in the arm with his elbow. He played dumb, "Oh yeah. Train set." The boys slipped by and rushed past them. "C'mon Chad, we better get down there before the guys have it all eaten up on us." "I'm with you, pal." Slowly following, Steve says, "Whew! Did you notice the fumes?" "Fumes, Steve?" "The room reeked of cum." "Cum? You mean like semen cum?" "You're a funny guy, you know that Barry?" Steve laughs off. continued.... Copyright 2005 T. Chase McPhee All Rights Reserved. dont strike a fault, unless you can admit you've slipped..T Chase McPhee