Date: Wed, 1 Jun 2005 08:29:05 -0400 (EDT) From: T Chase Subject: Nature Walk 42 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" 42 (M/t oral anal 'Squirts') wriTten by T. Chase McPhee % "Well, that wasn't such a bad day, what do you 'teachers' think?" "Not bad, other then some high wired students," Barry replied. "Yeah," Alonzo dove into the conversation, "would you believe Dean asking me a question like that?" "Question?" Steve asked, puzzled. "Well, at least he waited til you were alone, except for me being there," Barry replied. "Somebody want to fill me in?" Steve again exercising his right to ask. Barry answers for Alonzo, saying, "Dean Arrow, walked up to Alonzo and asked if he's gay." Steve cackled. "Funny to you Steve, but I find it highly inappropriate for anyone to ask that of me, especially a student." Barry could see the antagonism, stretching at Alonzo's will of control. "Hey, don't let it get your balls all twisted up, Alonzo. The Arrow kids are like that... not a bit ashamed in asking anybody, anything!" Alonzo replied, "Oooh, you don't have to go and lecture me on that one." "Then you've encountered one or two of the Arrow clan on the elementary level, I take it?" Barry interjects. "Well, not myself, but I've observed their 'alien' behaviour with a colleague or two," Alonzo fills them in. Steve then tried consoling him. "So, what did you tell Dean, Alonzo?" "The truth of course." "The truth? You told him you were gay?" "Well sure. You don't think I'm going to lie to the kid." Steve persisted, "And what did Dean say?" "He said he thought he was too, but wasn't sure." Inquisitively, Barry asks, "Seems to me that you already have met Dean Arrow, Steve." "He's in my third period Earth Science class. Maybe Dean's gaydar was 'up' today." "Oh well, then there you go," Barry sumises. "There I go what Barry?" Steve jumps in with, "I think what Barry is saying is that maybe Dean sensed that, or rather from his own detections, figured you may be an ally in helping himself in finding out if he is or not." "Perceptive, Steve," Alonzo concludes. "Hee heee! Didn't know I could be that 'deep'!" Steve says, selfcritically. "One track mind, Steve." "Heeeey now! I wasn't even thinking of 'that'!" Barry smiled, knowing Steve didn't mean 'that' kind of 'deep'. "So what do I do if he approaches me again?" Alonzo asked, lost for a way in which to solve the problem. "Why don't you have a stratedgy, Alonzo?" "Stratedgy, Steve?" "I didn't know you had it in you," Barry flashed the slur on the side to Steve, concerning maybe a solution to Alonzo's problem. "I'd like to have you know that I graduated in the top five of my class!" Steve said proudly. "Oh? Which class was that, Steve?" Alonzo asked. "Floyd S. Miller High School, Class of '94." Steve held the admiration up high, enjoying his one shining moment in time, til it began to quickly fade. "Well, I'm not sure what I can or should say that would be appropriate for this muchacho's ears." Steve tried to interject some thought, "Why don't you start by letting him talk about himself?" "What was the name of that school, Steve," Barry asked. "Floyd S. Miller High School. Why?" "I think they might have done some good for you," Barry added to his accolades. "Yeah, I think you could be onto something there, Steve," Alonzo agreed. Barry suggests, "Better than that, Alonzo, why don't you refer Dean Arrow to Steve?" "To me?" Steve says, stopping shortly at the stop sign. "Why me?" "Because Alonzo and I are already tied up in 'Rectangulaire'," he annuciates the word for Alonzo's sake, "and I think you would be perfect for the gay/lesbian alliance with the students." "Now wait one darn minute here. Where did that come from?" "Washakie. He's been trying to find each, a gay and a lesbian teacher, to head up some type of student/administration liason that focuses on the gay & lesbian issues." "And you thought 'I' might fit the bill?" "Yeah sure, Steve. I can see where Barry's headed. Wouldn't you be interested in helping out young guys like Dean Arrow?" Steve remained momentarily parked at the stop sign, until a police officer from WRPD pulled up alongside him. "Problem? Stuck?" the cop yelled out. Steve drops his window. "Yeah, I'm stuck alright." "Oh, it's you, Steve Clark." After parking in front of Steve's car and then directing the three cars around his vehicle, the cop approaches the window. "I'm not sure you remember me... the name's Mike Green?" the police officer extended his hand to Steve's. "Oh sure. Dr. Roberts' friend." "Well, guess you can say we're more than friends." "Congratulations," is all Steve could think of at the moment. "So, I see your car is still running but you have car trouble?" "Hee heee," Steve faked a laugh. "Actually no. Um, you're not going to give me a ticket are you Officer Green?" "C'mon Steve, it's Mike, okay?" "Yeah, okay. Um, this is my partner Barry Barr and our friend Alonzo Romano." Steve kinda liked it when Mike took hold of his shoulder, to brace himself, as he leaned into the back seat area to shake Alonzo's hand. Then another plus, when his arm swung across his chest to greet Barry. They made small chat for awhile, talking about Dr. Roberts', then Mike forgot all about why he stopped them in first place. "I'll give you a warning this time, Steve. Watch the speed limit!" The three cracked up, laughing their asses off. Mike swung his leg over his motorcycle, then reved it up, pulling out as if responding to a car doing ninety. "He sure looks good on that motorcycle," Alonzo states plainly. "Yeah," Steve gets ready for the punch, "look how the seat makes that ass stand out!" "Hmm," is all Barry says for the moment. Then, out of the blue, Alonzo says, "Oh, I wonder how Callan made out with Diego?" The new order of business has put the dead end on the gay issues. "I'm sure he handled everything fine, Alonzo." Barry answered. "Yeah," Steve added, "you're one lucky guy to find a guy like Callan." "Am I?" Alonzo replied, thoroughly knowing that he's got a honey of a guy. "Just like I got Steve here," Barry says, rubbing along the back of Steve's shoulder. "Oh, I also wanted to ask you two something?" "Sure, Alonzo. Go right ahead." "It kind of embarrasses me. Maybe it's more as an apology on my lover's behalf than an educated question, but I know I instigated the question about what you guys looked like... well you know, without the towels around your waists, but I didn't want you getting the wrong impression that I...." Barry's fingers strummed Steve's thigh, at the thoughts Alonzo tried pouring out of his mind. Sure they both knew Alonzo talked about Callan's thoughts of visualizing what Steve's and Barry's packages looked like. Barry had left the reality of having a fourway, like an open-ended question. "So, I just wanted to let you guys know that." When Alonzo had finished, the two didn't know what he said or what he had been driving at, nor what Callan's overall views on a fourway or 'any' way were. Barry handled it, not waiting for Steve to botch it up any further, saying, "Well, let's just wait and see where all this is headed, why don't we?" Praying that Alonzo didn't pursue it any further, he got his prayer answered. "Okay. Yeah, that sounds logical." What a perfect rounded out conversation for driving home. Just enough time sharing thoughts before they pulled up into the Clark-Barr driveway, soon-to-be Romano-O'Meara blacktop. "Daddy... daddeeeeee.." came the immediate response from the front door, accompanied by Diego, dragging along a rather large piece of paper. "I'd say he got over it quickly," Steve says, pertaining the the early morning interruption. Along with Diego, Callan came parading out, Frankie high up on his shoulders, piggyback. "What's this son?" "Look what I drew in school today!" Diego went on to open wide his paper and point out all the states he drew on a map. Washington kind of sagged, squishing Oregon in between that and California, which looked to be about two Connecticut's lengthwise. The plains region looked like it could've used an air inflator. New Jersey pressed all the southern states down so low that the panhandle wound up looking like California should have been, reversed, but mashing into Puerto Rico. Louisiana took on the shape of Cape Cod. "This is great, son! And what's this hand here on top?" "Don't you see, daddy? It's the finger lakes!" "Oh yeah. Now I do. Wow! You did a great job on this, Diego!" "Thanks daddy!" Diego closes in for a tight hug to his dad's chest, as he kneels to the pavement. Frankie dismounts Callan's neck, swinging his leg over, as if jumping off a horse. What seems like a Kodak moment, sinks into Callan's senses, giving him a shiver up his spine, recording the tender father and son experience. Alonzo asks, "And what about.." "I think we have that little problem under control," Callan replies before Alonzo finishes his inquiry. "Guess what daddy?" "What son?" "I met a looker today!" Alonzo didn't know exactly what to say, other than, "That's nice," then followed up with, "You'll have to tell me all about it?" "Yeah, he's a guy daddy and his name is Darryl!" Looking to Frankie, Alonzo wondered how this news phazed him. He soon got his answer. "Isn't that great, dad-Alonzo?" Frankie replied. "Sure is. I guess," still playing it down, while trying to figure Frankie's feelings. Callan says, "I'd say that's the end of 'that' little problem," referring to the early morning call at Marsha Burke's office, regarding Frankie not being assigned to Diego's class. Still, Alonzo wanted to make sure this had been okay with Frankie. But first the four gathered themselves, Diego and Frankie thrown into slavery, to help their dad in with his briefcase and a box. Diego carried his dad's briefcase on top of his head. "Wow, daddy! There's gotta be a lot of briefs in here!" Frankie looks down in the box he's carrying and asks, "What's in here, dad-Alonzo?" "Oh, just some things from the elementary school that would be too young to use for high schoolers." "What's that rock?" Frankie asks. "Yeah, where did you get that, daddy?" Diego questions. "Just a rock I picked up while walking up into the hills when I was a kid," he replied. Callan said, "Something sentimental hon?" "Yeah. Stubbed my toe on it during my first day off from school one summer!" "Hmm.. how romantic," Callan replied, trying to be funny. Stopping short and letting the kids go on, Alonzo grasped the front of Callan's white uniform shirt, clenching it and pulling towards himself, for a kiss. "Mmmmm..." "Thanks for vouching for me this morning, babe." "Hey, my total pleasure." "I like the sound of that, babe." "Oh yeah. Total pleasure... total pleasure...." Callan repeated over and over, lightly feeling up Alonzo's crotch. "Cut that out now. That's all we need is our boys groping at each other!" Callan took it in jest. Proceeding arm in arm, the two walked through the front door. % "Beer?" "I'm seventeen, remember Matty?" "Yeah, but we're at home, Chad." "Still, I made a promise to my dad, so..." "No problem. Diet A&W okay?" "It'll do." Matty uncapped the two root beers, then grabbed a bag of chips. The two headed up to his room. "Got much studying?" "Oh you bet. I think the teachers are making up for lost time. I've got a science test tomorrow, calc test on Wesnesday and a paper due for english on Friday." "Think we can take a little time out for bio?" Chad laughs, but after letting his bookbag drop to the floor, moves in to cuddle with his lover. "No studying for the college jock?" "Oh, forgot to tell you, Chad," Matty said rapidly before their necking began. "What?" "Sean's in my psychology class." "And he wasn't before?" "Nope. And guess what he's confirmed as his major?" "Fucking 101?" "No, dufous. C'mon, I'm trying to be serious." "Okay. Sorry. What's Sean's major?" "Psychology. He told me that he's going to be Jacq's sidekick." "That's nice." Chad thought the news good to hear, but his hormones raced ahead faster than he could control his actions. His hands already savored the feeling up and down of the underneath of Matty's shirt, tugged from his beltline. Matty didn't fight the feeling, raising his arms so that Chad could peel his tee shirt, til that chest of hair shone as clear as night. Dark and ready to be tasted. Was Matty totally shocked out of his gourd though, as Chad pinned his left wrist to his right shoulder, over his head, dove into his armpit and sucked away at the hairy mass that matched his hairy pecs. "Ooooooh man!" "What? You don't like it Matty?" Chad said, breaking his sucking mouth away, but still binding his arm in position. "On the contrary, Chad. Feels awesome. Just that you surprised me." "Kind of surprised myself, but I don't know what it is, but your body hair turns me on, no matter where it is!" "Even if it's all sweaty?" "I thought you would know by now Matty that I love your mansweat." At that, Chad moves in to prove his point. He detaches himself from Matty's overhead arm and goes for his beltline. "Ready to prove my point." "Your point, Chad?" "Yeah." "Is this some kind of ambush?" "Call it whatever you want Matty, but I know you're gonna love it!" Of course, with the unbuckling of Matty's belt, unbuttoning of his jeans, which had a button fly as well, he sensed that kicking his sneakers off would hasten the process, even though he had no idea of Chad's direction. Soon his jeans circled his ankles, proceding to step out of them. "On the bed, on your belly, please?" Matty smiled, then complied. "Arms above your head, please?" His arms moved according to the plea. Then Chad kneeled on the bed. He did something he never did to a guy, but almost like drooling for it, leaned in to administer the erotic rite. Chad stuck his tongue out and licked along Matty's beltline, tasting the line of skin. "Ooooooooh!" "Un-uh! No fair peaking, Matty!" Matty smiled, moving his head back to leaning squarely on his chin. There really hadn't been the need to look in the first place. It had been the touch that turned him on. So now he relied on the element of surprise. Next Matty groaned at the licking, accompanied by Chad's thumbs working his briefs downwards. The stretched out crevice licking-tool followed the valley, but as of yet, not stabbing away into the deep inward slope. "That's it?" Matty asked, once again looking around. "No peeking!" "Oookay," Matty once again conceeded, his chin grinding into the bed. Right after dismantling the black briefs from Matty's ankles, Chad had his shirt off and worked on removing his other apparel. To give the full extent of the feeling of nakedness, Chad stretched out over Matty's back, locking his arms in and under Matty's, putting him more or less in a bedridden full nelson, but not as a torturous ploy. "What's this?" "New luv hug.. hee hee... I don't know. Just made it up," Chad replied, giggling. "Hurt?" "No. Just weird Chad. I don't know what's gotten in to you." Chad didn't either. The next thing he did even baffled both of them, but seemed so sensuous and erotic they didn't think about the why of it. Chad sorta pressed his knees into the bed and got low on all fours. While rubbing his nips up and down Matty's back, his cock massaged Matty's asscrack. "Oh shit, Chad!" "Feels different, huh?" "Erotic, I'd say. Oh man, Chad. You've got my hard shaft grinding into the mattress!" Not only that, but Matty's mansweat had increased, with that of Chad's perspiring body, doing a lot of the 'hard' labor. "Oh man, Chad, I hope you're planning on slipping that in my ass chamber!" Like happened without planning, ever since they first met. Neither conceded to the term as 'me top' - 'you bottom'. They went with the flow of passion, at whatever the precise moment unfolded. Chad's hard 7c played with Matty's ass, so he became man on top. His lover gave in to the emotion, presently pleasing himself with fucking the mattress. That is until Chad slipped his hand in under Matty's belly and his hand crawling down lower, connecting with the 8.5c reciprocating tool. "Oh fuck yeah!" Matty called out, trying to arch his back, when Chad's hand replicated a cave around his moving barrel, turning around the shaft, as if a moving cement truck, twisting back and forth to churn up it's oozing contents. When Matty's cock salivated enough juice, Chad choked the gooey liquid into his fist, pulled his hand out from down-under and then used it around his own shaft, oiling it up. Chad never thought of his nips as 'that' sensitive, but rubbing up and down his lover's back had sent impulses to his cock, making it rock hard. Now stroking with the lubricating fluid he knew that he better insert soon or it would becum too late! "Arrrggggggggh!" Matty grunted. "Oh fuck, Chad!" "That hurt?" "Oh man, you know it did!" Like he knew he would be instantly forgiven, he didn't bother apologizing, but instead continued to impale Matty on his blunt tool. In no time his balls slapped at his lover's ass. His chest departed from it's rubbing position and he picked up the pace, knowing the time be near. Chad was right. No more than five minutes into the hard fucking, his semen expelled from his shaft and the floodgates were opened. "Ohh fuck... oooooh fuck yeah.... gonna fuck your jock ass!" Something evil suddenly came over Matty. Before Chad had entirely spent his load he crawled out from under, dislodging the still shooting sex pistol. "Oh shit Matty!" Chad sounded almost angry. However the tables turned. Matty quickly got off the bed, circled the mattress, coming up behind Chad. "Your turn high school boy!" "Owwwwwwwch! Fuck!" With a lot less courtesy than Chad extended, Matty slapped Chad's ass hard, sending him forward onto the bed. "Ummmmphffff!" Chad, half-dazed, groaned, as his shoulders hit the mattress. "What the fuck, Matty?" With his own cock juice, Matty limbered up his pulsating shaft. With little mercy, he mounted Chad, lined up his 8.5c meat and spearheaded it directly in. "Akkkkkkkkkkkkkoooooooooohfuckin'shit!" Chad cried out. It wasn't a gentle slide in. On the contrary, Matty in the lustful manner he thrust forward, both hands using Chad's shoulders as a catapult, his sword plunged deep and quickly. "Now I'm gonna show you how to fuck ass, high school boy!" It became a rough ride for Chad. He could sense the ferosity of Matty's mood, as his sweat rained down on his back. Like he had previously ordered Matty, his arms swayed about above his head. Often his fingers dug into the sheet. "Ooooooh fuck! You're killing my ass!" Matty didn't pay no mind. He kept on riding Chad's ass as if a full force squad of calvary on a mission to strike and conquer. "Yeah... yeah... oooooh fuck yeah!" He screamed out, bearly above the sound of his balls striking against Chad's ass, as his load began filling the ass chasm of his lover. "Ooooh! Oooooh! Oooooh fucking 'yes'!" Chad cried out, shooting his second, prostate induced load underneath his body. So slick their bodies, sweated to capacity as if watered with a hose, Matty's slithering body swayed to the right, depositing half on the bed, covering Chad. His left leg still over Chad's ass, but both panting and waiting for their heightened orgasms to go offline. % "Steve, do me a favor?" "Hmm and what would that be?" As they changed clothes in their room, Barry, bearchested and almost all bare the rest of the way, sashays over to Steve, whom has Barry beat by a pair of stripped briefs. "Hmm... mighty sexy looking you look there, partner!" "Hmm... think I'm picking up the 'bearscent'. So?" He questions Barry. Thinking he's almost ready to lay a kiss, hug or something even more sensual on him, Steve moves in closer. Bellies touch and Steve's arms go around his lover's waistline. "Give Sean a call and remind him about our stuff arriving tomorrow, please?" "Oh phooey!" Steve says, letting go, undocking their bodies. "Heeeeey!" "Oh! There's more?" "Sure. Gotta pay Sean back somehow for waiting for my stuff." "I don't get you, Barry." "Well Steve, I figured I can't pay back Sean personally, so gotta do the next best thing and do his daddy!" Steve's frown turns upside down. In fact it radiates his whole outlook. The bearhug returns, along with some lip contact. Barry decides to do a little ambush. After moving his hands up and down the sides of Steve's body, they close in for his pecs. Steve freezes. "Ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooh!" He sighs, throwing his head back as Barry mashes both nips in between his thumbs and fingers. "Oh man, Steve. Does that turn me on!" "You Barry? You gotta be kidding!" Steve replies, his cock coming to attention, full mast. Steve's hand drops down to pubes level. He takes both barrels in one hand and moves them around. Following that action, his other hand reports to his lover's balls, fondling them. It's Barry's turn to sigh, head moved back til his Adam's apple faces Steve. "Ooooh yeah," Steve cries out, "harder... squeeze harder! Arrrrrrggghhhhh!" Getting his wish, Steve's nips are transposing the sweet pain into pleasure, now stroking both cocks out of necessity to please his own needs. Barry takes all he can take. He spins Steve around and like a savage, forces Steve over the edge of the bed. Half goo and half spit lubes up the fucker and fuckee. With legs stretched, as if mounting a stallion, Barry leans in. His cock immediately detects the waiting hole and drives in deep. "Oooooooooooooooohhhhhhh!" Steve cries out. It's still a multitudinous amount of pleasure, as his fingers and thumbs have replaced Barry's, underneath himself, kneading his pecs. After calming a bit, Barry slows down, pleasuring himself more with his shaft rubbing against the velvety chamber. Suddenly he pulls out. "Turn over Steve," he orders, with a light slap to his rear. Steve complies, not even thinking much about it. However, as soon as Barry is lodged deep inside, he replaces Steve's pec pleasuring, using the swollen nubs a tool to 'hold onto the reins', counter pressuring his riding action. A knock is heard at the door. Steve yells, "Go away!" Barry smiled, thanking his lover. However, the way Barry had been riding Steve's ass, if wouldn't be long before he would be in shape to go seek out the would be intruder. % "Jade, you're 'not' going to leave that hanging up there, are you?" Philip asks. "Yeah, it looks like an eyesore," Aidan replies to Diego's U.S. map, resembling a work of art by Dali. "Hey, this is gonna be my house, guys," Diego stakes the honor of his claim on the wall of the den. "It's not your's til we move out." Frankie adds, in Diego's defense, "Dad-Barry says your stuff is coming tomorrow." Suddenly Philip gets hyper. "Oh yeaaah! Cool! My harp is coming and I can play it for you guys!" Frankie asks, "I don't even know what a harp looks like." "It's shaped like a triangle and has all these strings going up and down," Philip reports, going to stand near Frankie. Aidan still dwells on the handmade map hanging on the wall. "Hey, Philip, where did you used to live?" he asks. Philip does an about face and heads back to the wall. He leans on Aidan's shoulder with one arm and points with his other limb to Diego's sagging northeast. "Right there! Well sorta there." "That's North Carolina," Diego points out. "Oh," Philip responds, then slides his finger up. "I used to live up here. Is this New Jersey?" "Yup. Aren't I a good draw-er?" Frankie tells him, "I think you did a good job for a fourth grader, Diego." "Thanks, Frankie." "I mean, I couldn't even draw the United States half that good when I was in fourth grade. My United States came out looking like a lopsided grapefruit!" They all laughed at Frankie's description. "Then I guess it's not too bad a drawing," Aidan began drawing back on his degrading comments. Diego's pride returned, but instead he humbled himself to say thank you and that he hoped he could do better next time. "Hey, I got an idea!" "What's that Philip?" "Why don't we play the National Parks Monopoly and then we can see how the states are shaped!" "Too bad they don't have a 'states' Monopoly," Aidan sighs. Frankie says, "They do. We just don't own it." "Really? You've seen it, Frankie?" Diego asks. "Well, not in a catalog or a store." This hypes up the guys more, as they jump to conclusions about Frankie's special powers. "You saw it, like saw it inside your brain?" Philip asks. "Um, yeah. Sometimes I get weird messages like that," Frankie replied, making his finger go around in a circle, whilst pointing to the temple of his eye. Aidan says, "You haven't seen any future stuff have ya Frankie?" "Nope and I think it's because I'm getting used to be being with you guys. I'm thinking that dad-Callan and Diego's dad are like real dads, to me and I feel good about it." "Why would that make you not think of future stuff, Frankie?" Philip inquires. "I don't know. One of my doctor's used to say that I would get these 'visions' when I got nervous. I'm not that way too much since I came to live with you guys." Rightaway, the three boys' minds jumped to what Frankie told them he went through with his father, sexually and physically, with the corporal punishment. None of them mentioned it, but by the look on their faces, they sensed pity for Frankie. "I'm glad you're going to be living near us Frankie." "Me too, Philip. We can play together all the time." "And you're gonna be my big brother, Frankie," Diego said, putting his hand on the one inch taller shoulder. "Dinner, guys!" Jade rung out, sticking her head through the doorway opening, spilling into the den. The troops moved out quickly. As Jade made the rounds, small parties descended on the kitchen area, still eqipped as a smorgasboard type fare. "Mmmmmm, smells yummy!" was heard over and over by the kids' voices. Alonzo and Callan, plates filled, took them into the den to chow down. The kids; Aidan, Philip, Frankie and Diego remained in the kitchen, with Jade and Catherine, dining at the table, with a couple of pulled up chairs. Tom, Denis, Mark and Eric had half finished their meal by the time the dads strolled into the den. Right away Barry and Steve picked up on something. Mark and Eric chatted freely back and forth about their day at school, but Denis and Tom sat apart, cool as cucumbers. % Wonder what's buggin' Denis and Tom? ....continued Copyright 2005 T. 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