Date: Wed, 29 Jun 2005 14:11:54 -0400 (EDT) From: T Chase Subject: Nature Walk 49 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" 49 (M/t oral) wriTten by T. Chase McPhee "Didja see my harp Sean? Didja? Didja?" Philip pestered, almost pulling the tee shirt sleeve from Sean's arm. "Hey, who are you?" Aidan asked, looking over on the other side of his big brother. "Aidan this is Pete." "Hi Pete," Aidan replied, in his normal, cheery manner when greeting somebody new. Intro's are nice and all, but still the matter at hand prevailed, from Philip's perspective. "Hi Pete. Well, didja find my harp, Sean? Didja? I gotta play it for Aidan!" "Listen Philip," Sean started up, but then looked to the dads for help. Before anybody could say anything, Pete came out with, "I broke it." "You what?" Philips questioned, shocked, not believing his ears. Sean held Philip back, as he ran round him, in attack mode. "Wait a minute there, bro... just hold on a second," Sean shouted, throwing his arms around Philip and holding him close to his body. "He broke my harp!" "Philip, wait. There's a reason why he did it," Barry said. "There is?" Steve replied. "You're no help," Barry said to his lover. He gave Steve a disgusted look, then reached over the table, taking on his son's shoulder. "Why'd he do it, dad?" Philip struggled, trying to break free of Sean's grips. "Sean was just about to explain, when you guys showed up." Philip had tears in his eyes. It's all he could think of all day at school, was coming home to his precious little harp, plucking out a tune for his Aidan. "You see, Philip," Sean unfolded the tale, "your harp saved Pete's life!" Sean hoped that would help out Philip's shattered nerves. "Saved his life? My harp?" "That's right." "How, Sean?" Pete, whom stood there next to Aidan, butted in with his version. "These two big, fat punks, came at us, Philip. Sean took on one and hit'em in the balls.." "You hit him in the balls? Alright Sean!" Aidan cheered. "Son?" Steve frowned on the interruption. "Sorry dad." "But," Pete continued, "the other guy had me in his arms. I thought he was gonna kill me Philip, I swear. I'm sorry, but your harp was the only thing in reach. I hit the fat slob in the head. He didn't mess with me no more." "So, my harp saved your life, Pete?" "Yeah. I'm sorry it wasn't something else." "Wow! My harp saved your life!" "Go figure!" Barry said, rolling his eyes, at Philip's instant recovery from the bad news, parking his butt back in his seat. Sean released his looney captive. Philip, Aidan and Pete became immediate friends, Philip not getting over how his harp saved Pete's life. "Sorry about the harp Barry. Really I am." "Harps can be replaced." "Hey, son. That was a good one you used on the two thugs about a judge living in the house!" "Thanks dad. I figured it a good diversionary tactic, keyed on survival." Aidan broke in to the three way conversation, "Dad, would you believe that Pete has never played Monopoly?" "No. He hasn't, has he?" "Nope. Okay if we go play?" "As long as you and Philip get cleaned up." "Um, dad?" "Yeah, Aidan?" Aidan leaned into where the two dads and his older bro conversed. Saying it softly, so that Pete couldn't hear, he said, "Pete kind of smells." Sean relays to them, "It's been two days since he's had a meal. Most likely a week or more since he's bathed." "That's gross!" Aidan says. Steve replies, "Why don't you show Pete where the shower is, get him a towel. You know. Show him the ropes?" "What happens if he feels funny and doesn't want to take a shower?" "Then tell him he stinks," Barry lays on them. "What tha?" Steve questions Barry's motives. Sean says, in Barry's defense, "Sure, kids can tell other kids stuff like that and have an understanding. Worse comes to worse, Aidan, tell him you feel like a shower yourself." "I don't smell 'that' bad." "It wouldn't hurt, I guess," Steve results to. "Oh, okay," Aidan says, then walks back to where Philip and their new friend are standing. "C'mon guys. We gotta go get the stink off of us." "Stink?" Pete questions. "Yeah, my boyfriend Philip and I need to get cleaned up. How about you, Pete?" "I guess," Pete replies, lifting his tee shirt to smell it. "Yeah, I think I do need to get cleaned up." While the three stripped, in the jon, they talked about each other. "Aidan, are you and Philip boyfriends?" "Yup." Philip, more precisely, informs him, lovers. "Aren't you two, too young for that stuff?" "Nope," Philip gave the simple answer. Aidan tells him, "Me and Philip are gonna be boyfriends forever!" "That's like your whole life. How old are you guys?" "Philip's ten and I'm eleven. How old are you?" "Sixteen." "Are you gay?" "Yep." "And you don't have a boyfriend or nothin'? "Aidan, Pete just got into town. How can he have a boyfriend yet?" "You'll find one, Pete." "I will?" Philip says, "Aidan's brother is sixteen and he's gay. Maybe you could shack up with him." "Shack up?" "What did Sean say that was again, Aidan?" "They live together." "Oh," Philip than changes his tune, "Maybe meet first. You can't shack up with a guy until you're older." "I like Sean," Pete concedes. "My brother's a nice guy. He's good looking too, isn't he?" They both agree with Aidan. "But Sean already shacks up with a guy, Pete." "I know. I wouldn't think of Sean as a boyfriend though. I never had a brother before. Maybe he could be my brother?" "I don't know," Philip replied, which was the truth. Aidan and Philip did know that most likely Sean was correct about Pete's bathing habits. "You got dirt all over you, Pete." "I know. All there was to do is work. I got sweaty and dirty, then sweaty and dirty again and then they..." "What Pete?" Aidan asked. "The only place they kept clean is my behind." "At least that's good," Philip replied, innocently. Aidan knew what Pete meant, though. "They used you, didn't they Pete?" "Yeah." "What do you mean, Aidan?" Philip asks. "They fucked him, Philip." "Oooooh noooo! I'm telling my dad!" "Hold on, Philip. Sean knows," Pete alerted them. Philip and Aidan wound up rubbing the washcloth over their faces, while Pete took in the shower. "Feels great, guys!" Pete told them, from the other side of the curtain. Aidan asked Philip, very softly, "I wonder if he's got a big cock?" "I wonder!" They found out when Pete turned off the faucets and drew the curtain back. "Got a towel?" "Sure," they said in unison, each pulling a towel from the rack and handing it to Pete. He took the one Philip held, since he was closer. "Do you like looking at guys?" Pete asked the two, as he dried off. "We sure do, don't we Aidan?" "Yup. We're real gay." "I like looking at guys too. Do you guys have sex together?" "Like what?" Philip asks. "Do you suck each other?" "Did we Aidan?" "Not yet, Philip." "How come we didn't?" "I don't know." "We kiss," Philip offered Pete, knowing that to be a safe area to enter. "Sean told me a guy doesn't have to have sex, to be gay, or something like that." "My brother's going to be a shrink." "A what?" "A shrink. It's a doctor who helps guys think things out, til they feel better about living," Aidan explains. "Maybe that's why Sean asked all about me, so that I can get better." "Pete?" "Yeah, Philip?" "Does your bottom hurt?" "From getting fucked by those two guys?" "Yeah. My dad's cock is big. I know it would hurt if I had that size up me!" "It doesn't hurt that much. It did when they first started fucking me. I guess I got used to it." "Did it feel good?" Aidan inquired. "Like I said, at first it hurt. I think I got use to it. I guess it stretched me open after the first few times." "Did they both fuck you?" "Not at the same time. One fucked me while the other sucked me, or I sucked him." "Did you feel good getting sucked?" Philip asked. "Yeah. It feels great having a guy suck me. Especially when he licked my cock with his tongue. You guys gotta try it. Hey, do you think Sean is still here?" That one little phrase stuck in the ten and eleven year old's minds, 'you guys gotta try it'. Lending Pete a robe, the three headed down to the kitchen. By now Barry and Steve had dressed. The other boys were filtering in from school. Denis looked to be about Pete's size, so they sent the two boys up to Denis' room to dress. When they returned, the dads noticed how Pete 'swam' in Denis' clothes. Sean commented, "Looks like you're a coupla sizes smaller than my bro!" Steve replies, "Looks like we need to fatten you up some, Pete!" "Does that mean I'm staying here with you guys?" Now that was the question. Where was Pete going to be staying? Sean offers, "My dad says it's okay for now, Pete, but it's not up to them to rightly say, permanently. You understand, right?" "Oh sure, but how come I can't stay with you, Sean?" "Me?" Down inside, Pete hoped he'd take up residence with Sean, but the Barr-Clark household would be good, too. He already started liking the guys. Then again, he liked Sean. From the beginning he seemed like the 'big brother' he never had. If either happened, it would be a big boost for himself. % Down at the WRPD, Riley Sanchez took great pleasure in hauling the two big thugs into the precinct, hands cuffed behind their backs. He enjoyed humiliating the two scumbags, watching them strip down to the buff, shower, then change into their orange jumpsuits, mumbling and grumbling every step of the way. One incriminated the other, shooting his mouth off, telling the other he shouldn't have raped the boy. The other, in turn, told him he 'wasn't no saint himself'. "What's going to happen to the boy?" Riley's partner, Raphael Montague inquired. "Oh, there's a few interested, in our community, on taking on a lost boy, to their household," Riley Sanchez offered the explanation. "Sounds like something I wouldn't mind doing." "You, Rafael?" "Hey, I'm only twenty-six. It's not like I'm over the hill, nor a baby." "You've sure changed, since high school." "I admit it. All I could think of doing is becoming a superstar, but I've changed." "Hey, I thought you did a good job on that one album." "Yeah, sure. If it wasn't for that one hit, it would've bombed. I don't think my heart was in singing. I just wanted the glitter that went along with it." "You did get in some hot partying with the boys, right?" "Yeah, but that's not what a singing career is for. I mean, yeah, partying is part of it, but I found out it doesn't sell music. It's a tough career, trying to stay with it. Nah, for me, it's better being a cop." "And what about that dude I set you up with?" "Yeah, he's a nice guy." "Nice? I thought he looked kind of hot, Rafael!" "Yeah, okay, Riley. He's a good looking dude and he's real down to earth to talk to, too." "My how you have changed, Rafael," Riley says, patting his partner's shoulder, then rubbing it. "I don't know what it is, but I don't look at life the way I used to. I feel more serious about things. Marty's a serious kind of guy and I like that. Thanks for hooking us up, Riley." "Hey, you're my partner. I have to watch out for you. Make any plans, yet?" "We're getting together for some supper tonight." "Cool!" "And what about you, Riley?" "Me? I don't know. Guess I was meant to be a loner." "I thought for sure that that last guy was 'him'." "Yeah, but the kid had too many problems. Just as well he went to live with the cousin." "He was into that bdsm stuff, wasn't he?" "A little." "You still into it, Riley?" "Not much anymore. Tired of it after awhile. Too much work. Nah, just looking for a hot man with a hot ass needing to be filled." "And how come you didn't scoop up Marty for yourself? Huh? Huh?" Rafael jabbed Riley in the ribs. "Told you, gotta take care of my partner." "Not to mention your only cousin?" "Okay, so your family. Family's gotta take care of family. If I had left you in that downhill spiral you were in, heaven knows what would have become of you, Rafael." "I appreciate it Riley." "Yeah I know." "Hey, I'm not talking about those nights I spent with you, either." Riley smiled, teasing Rafael with the sweet memories of lying together in bed and using each other. "I know what you mean, Rafael and don't worry, I'll keep our little rendezvous a secret. "Hey, I plan on telling Marty, if we start to get serious." "You sound serious already, Rafael." "He's a nice guy. Sweet, caring and I think we're going to click." Riley, on the serious side, turned to Rafael and in all sincerity, said, "If it works out, you'll turn me into a happy man, Rafael. I know the great guy Marty will be getting. You don't have to sell me on that!" "Thanks Riley. I just hope that someday you meet a guy that matters to you the way Marty does to me." "Just don't forget to invite me to the wedding!" One of the thugs made a joke about the subject matter Riley and Rafael chatted about. After using 'scumbag' and other choice words, two other police officers took them away for processing. "Would like to have their carcasses thrown over a table!" "You're not going to find a wholesome guy like that, Riley." "Eh, guess that's all I'm out for, is to find a nice ass to divide and conquer." "Like my past life?" Rafael said to Riley. "I better not hear of you stalking anybody's ass, except Marty's. You catch my drift, Rafael?" "Yes, dad!" He replied sarcastically. % "Nice of Dr. Jarvis to let me sit in on the course." "He owes me." "Owes you, Matty?" "Yeah. He skipped lunch one day, almost collapsed running across campus, being late for a class." "And?" "I happened to be woofing down a sandwich, Jade stuffed in my knapsack, gave him half and my spare bottle of water." "When was this?" "Beginning of my freshman year." "Yeah, sure he wasn't faking it to get in your pants?" "He's married, Chad." "So?" "Yeah, he could swing both ways, but I figured if he wanted to, he would have made his play by now?" "I guess in six months he would have, but you better be on your guard." "He's not like us, okay?" "Hey look! It's Steven Benson... Yo, Steven!" Chad calls out. Taking Matty's arm, Chad hurries across the lawn. "Hey, Steven. What're you doing on campus?" "I have library priveleges." "Yeah? How did you get that?" "My cousin is almost a professor here." "Cousin?" Matty responds. "Yes. John Russel." "John Russel? Now why does that sound familiar?" "His book, 'In Step With The Times' has been on the New York Times Bestseller list for twenty-one weeks." "Right! It's the first time a gay novel has crossed over and sold millions of copies worldwide." "So that's the book you told me about, Matty? You didn't tell me it was gay!" "Chad, it's gay-themed. You're not going to find steamy love making on every page." "Oh," Chad replies, a bit disappointed. "What are you guys doing?" Steven inquires. "We're headed home for the day," Chad replies. "How was school?" "The usual. A lot of absentees. Coach Martin, your dad, Mr. Clark, Paul Foster, Chris Seaford, Albert Fagan, that gorgeous Mr. Dodge!" "Dodge? Gorgeous?" Matty excerpts. "Yeah," his lover replies, the three walking away from campus. "Us guys have a crush on the hottest looking teacher in the school." "Stats?" Matty asks, inquisitive. "From what we all gather he's straight, but what a hot, built body." Steven goes on to say, "Blonde, blue eyes, he's got this year round golden tan and an earring." "Which ear?" Matty asks. "Right." "Bummer!" "Why?" Steven inquires. "The left ear is a dead giveaway." Chad says, "Matty means an earring in the left ear most likely signifies he's gay." "Well, that's what all us guys would like to believe, huh Chad?" Chad stopped, looking at Matty. "Well, Chad?" Matty provoked. Steven says, "You don't have to say Chad. I understand." "You do?" Chad asks Steven, for lack of answering the real question without challenging his relationship. "Sure. You've already got a great looking guy." Matty replies, "Listen to Steven, Chad!" "At least we know you're not into yourself, Matty!" Before too long, Steven realizes that he's walked in the opposite direction, away from the library, as they approach the student parking lot. "Well, I've gotta get going. You know there's a science quiz tomorrow Chad?" "No! When did O'Toole assign that?" "She got mad at us today and for revenge, pulled it on us. I even stood up for you and said you weren't feeling good." "I can imagine the bitch's answer to that." "You've got it, Chad." "What did she say?" Matty asked, pressing the instant unlocking device, as his Mercedes 'beeped'. "She said tough luck." "Bitch!" Matty replied, even though he never met her. Chad then pleaded, "Steven, you've gotta help me." "Do you want to come to the library with me to study?" "I was thinking maybe you could come to Matty's place and we could study there." "I guess it would be alright. My cousin was going to drive me home, but I'll call and tell him the story." "Cool. Thanks Steven." So, the three got in Matty's car and enroute, Steven made the call. "All set, Matty. John said to call from your house and he'll pick me up." "He didn't have to do that. Chad and I could have driven you home, Steven." "We have to be done by ten." "Oh?" "Yes John is picking up his partner at the airport." "Partner, like in gay partner?" Chad inquires, suspecting. "Right." "How long have they been together?" "About four years. His partner is ten years older than him, but it doesn't matter to them." "Same here," Chad remarks. "You don't look ten years older, Matty!" "Noooo, Chad means I'm older than him, but only by two years." "That's not much." Matty asks, "Are you dating any guy, Steven?" "No. I'm more into getting through high school with good grades. When the time comes, I'll start looking. By the way, how did you two meet?" Matty and Chad go through the short history of their relationship, filling in the gaps for each other. "That's a short amount of time to fall in love, guys." "Yeah," Matty agrees, but also says, "I think we have the kind of love that's going to withstand all time." Chad smiles, looking across the front seat. Even though Matty is paying attention to the road, Chad eyes up the man he's totally in love with. "Have you guys, um... done all the sex stuff that two gay guys do?" Matty, in plain English, relays, "You mean like sucking and fucking, Steven?" Chad blushes, it being his classmate. "Yeah, I guess that's what I mean," Steven replies, a bit red in the face, himself! "You're not going to go blasting it all over the high school, are you Steven?" "No. Believe me, Chad. I'm not like that." "Sorry. I know you're not, Steven. I mean, like you had been there to help me after I got beat up. I think you care enough for me not to blab it all over creation." "Between you and me, Chad, I really don't make friends easily and you're the first one I've felt close to." "I sensed that Steven." "You did?" "Yeah. You're a smart guy and I wondered why you weren't so touchy when you tried showing me some track stuff when Coach Martin sent us to the basement." "I'm not into touching people. Sound weird, Chad?" "No. Some people are like that." Matty butts in with, "Why is that, Steven?" "I think it's because I don't like people touching me. Sometimes Foster would touch my cock in the shower and I'd get mad at him." "Well, they knew you are gay. That must've been hell for you." "Mostly from Foster. Chris Seaford went along with Foster. Sometimes Albert Fagan would go with the flow. Most of the time thought, Albert would say, 'lay off'." "Hmm and he turned out to be of the gay guys." "Albert Fagan? Gay? No way!" Chad then realized he said something he shouldn't had. "Oops! Hey, you have to keep that quiet now, Steven." "But Albert helped beat up you because you are gay, Chad." "Hey look, Steven. I'm going to tell you something, but you have to keep it quiet." "Chad's talking quiet, like in keeping your mouth shut, Steven," Matty reiterated. "I can do that. No problem, Chad." One thing that Steven didn't tell them, is about his secret crush on Albert Fagan. He wondered to himself what this would mean, knowing of Albert's homosexuality. % "Good evening, Riley. Come in." "Thanks, Barry." The thirty year old, six foot one police officer, enters, void of his daily fatigues, dressed in a polo shirt, navy Dockers and a jacket, with the WRPD emblem on the right side. "What do we owe this pleasure?" "Is Pete about?" "He's in the den playing Monopoly with the boys." "You don't have to disturb him." "That's great. Cup of coffee?" "Sure. Would be great." Steve had been parked at the kitchen table, helping Denis with his homework. "I thought you were in playing Monopoly, Pete?" Barry replied, seeing Pete looking over Denis' homework with his dad. "Hey, know what dad-Barry?" "What's that Denis?" Barry questions back, filling the Cusinart coffee maker with grinds. "Pete is real smart for not going to school." Turning to Barry, Pete yells over, "I was always good with numbers." "Pete is really a whiz at these math problems, Barry. Here, let me show you," Steve skims through Denis' homework, then asks, "A 800 seat multiplex is divided into 3 theaters. There are 270 seats in Theater 1, and there are 150 more seats in Theater 2 than in Theater 3. How many seats are in Theater 2?" "What's playing," Barry asks, chuckling. "I'll tell ya later upstairs!" Steve replies. "Huh?" Aidan says, baffled by the interpetation. However, guick to the draw, Pete replies, "340 seats." "That's amazing!" Frankie states. Diego offers, "Daddy, how come Pete's so smart?" "I don't know, son," Diego replies. "Must be in the genes," Callan sums up, based on the medical aspects. Barry then realizes the speedy conclusion, "How'd you do that, Pete?" "It's easy. I just picture it in my head and it comes out." "Dad, Pete's a genieous!" His own son, Philip, replies. "Math is usually a tuffy with most kids. Were you good in math from the school you came from, Pete?" "I dunno." Steve asks, "Have a question for you, Pete?" "Make it a tough one this time, dad-Steve," Pete posed, getting used to the fatherly signature. "No, this isn't a math problem. I was just wondering where you left off in your education, being that you've been on the road... how long has it been since you've been in school, Pete?" "Um, sixth grade," Pete reported back to them, shy to say. "Steve, I would venture to guess that we need to find out more about Pete here, but the night is wearing thin." "You're right Barry, but for tomorrow I think it's a good idea that we get an early start and see if we can get Pete enrolled temporarily at school," Steve said. Alonzo offers, "I could give Marsha Burke a quick call and get the ball rolling." "That'd be great, Alonzo." As Alonzo gets up to hit the phone, he says, "I know enrollment is to the hilt, but I'm sure she can squeeze one more seventh grader in, at this late date." "Yeah, they're really hurting, waiting for the new middle school to open," Steve reports. "Oh, by the way, did any of you hear the name being given to the school?" "And how would you know, Barry?" "Agnes. She knows things that would make your head spin," Barry relays. "Well?" "Yeah, what they gonna name it, dad?" Philip asks, impatient as the others. "Jonathan S. Donovon Middle School!" "Mr. Donovon who give us the free ice cream, daddy?" Not seeing his dad, Diego reprases it, "dad-Callan?" "If that's the same Mr. Donovon I know, then it's him!" Callan replied. Callan also thought, 'Damn, Diego is such a cute kid!' "Yes, Diego," Barry informs the youngster, "same Mr. Donovon who gave out free stuff to any kid who visited Donovon's Market." Callan kids, "I wonder if they're giving out free lunches?" "Dream on," Steve answers him. Philip, as delayed response says, "I think it's cool!" Pete remarks, "I never got nothin' free." The four Squirts went on to fill in Pete on all the free stuff Mr. Donovon used to hand out to them. In the telling, each boy saw it as match, to see who got the most. Seems that Diego came in first, with the weekly giveaway of whole packages of popsicles, instead of just a single stick. "Once we was going to a picnic and Mr. Donovon gave us two whole packs of ice cream sanwitches!" Didn't they melt, Diego?" "Nope. Mr. Donovon throws some ice in one of them white puffy things, with the ice cream." "What puffy thing, Diego?" Aidan questions. Callan, quick to think, replies, "I bet he means a styrofoam ice chest." "That what you mean Diego?" "I don't know. Whatsa styerform?" Callan went on to explain it to the five boys. Alonzo returned, presenting good news. It saved Callan from having to go into how styrofoam ice chests are manufactured, which he didn't have a clue to the how to's! "We're all set." "That woman is amazing," Steve replies. "She 'also' says to 'give Barry' a message." "Oh?" Barry's attention focuses on Alonzo. "Marsha would like you to contact her regarding the Madrigal Presentation," Alonzo replies. "Wonder why?" Alonzo shrugged his shoulders. "She didn't clue you in, Alonzo?" Again he shrugs his shoulders. % Alonzo's pec-firming exercises? continued......... 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.