Date: Sat, 12 Mar 2005 12:02:09 -0800 (PST) From: T Chase McPhee Subject: Nature Walk 06 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" 06 (M/t) wriTten by T. Chase McPhee % Matty complained, 'Ooh, do I have to pee!' Chad lay on his stomach, sleeping. Being careful not to wake him, Matty lifting himself up, sat on the edge of the bed, then stood. His meat swayed back and forth, flopping up and down, as he hurried out of the room and headed for the jon. Sounds of a lock being keyed, rang throughout the immediate area. 'Hmm,' the intruder exclaimed to himself, at the silent, pitch black room with a tale of the moon streaming through the window. Walking in, he slipped his hooded sweatshirt off and grabbed it around the neck, letting it hang from at his side. He pushed his hair back into place with one swoop of his hand. Slowly, he found his way to the stairs and began his ascent. A few yawns escaped his mouth. Soon enough, his steps carried him to Matty's room. The door already ajar, he entered. Unlike the downstairs, the drapes were drawn. After tossing his sweatshirt on the chair, knowing the layout like the back of his hand, guest proceeded to strip down. In the buff, he turned to the bed. He discovered a figure lying on 'his' side of the bed. A few more yawns followed, then after touching a fleshy back, he called out, "C'mon Matty, move over." Chad, snug into a hot dream, picks himself up and like a salamander, crawls to the middle of the king-sized bed. A few, hardly audable syllables escape Chad's lips, "k, Maatt..." Climbing into the bed, he plants his lips on the back of 'Matty's' shoulder. A hand slips down and caresses a soft cheek, then moves over to the side of the sleeping body's torso. Soon two sets of snores fill the room. 'Man, did it feel good to let the dam break!' Matty told himself. After flushing, he let the faucet sprinkle some drops of water on his hands, then dried them on the first available towel. Yawning and scratching his head, Matty walks back the hallway a short distance to his lair. Sitting on the edge of the bed, he slips into a position on his back, being careful not to wake Chad. Soon enough he's back into his dream. % R-R-R-R-R-R-R-Ring, the wakeup tune belted out. "Oooooh, it's morning already?" Steve complained, trying to tug away from Barry's spooning hold on him, to turn off the most hated sound in the world. The straining caused Barry to loose his grip and fall over onto his back, then turn, to face the morning with his nose in the pillow. Hauling himself out of bed, Steve went for his morning liquid relief. After shaking off the dribbles, he flushed, rinsed his flippers, dried and then stepped back into the bedroom. Reporting to the bed, he lay on his side, admiring the flip side of the 'king's feast'. 'Mmmmmm... you could really grow on me, Barry.' Instead of being gentle, Steve hauls off and swats the hairy ass. "Owwwwwch!" "Hee heee... morning wake up call!" The face with the evil death stare, popped out of the pillow. "Is it time already?" Still half out of it, Barry's scruffy face fell back into the sleep mode of the pillow. "Oh no you don't," Steve roused sleeping beauty, taking an arm and dragging the dead weight across the bed. "You're such a pest, Steve." Although Barry would live to admit that it felt cool having his genitals stimulated by the soft friction. "Yeah, well if we don't get our act together, we're going to have to make a scene in front of our boys!" Now that 'hit the nail on the head'. "Oh yeah. C'mon. What are we going to do, Steve?" "Calm down Barry." "We've gotta get some clothes on Steve!" He uttered, frantically. "Stop panicing. We're not donning any clothes until we wash off all this dried sweat." "Oh yeah. You go first, Steve." "Be twice as fast if we go together, Barry," Steve half grinned. "Alright, but we better make it quick." So, the two attempted to rush in the close quarters of Steve's private bath. Unknowingly, little fingers have already tried the doorknob to the bedroom, but with the pounding surf in the jon, the two don't have a clue. % "Aaarrrrghhhh!" Chad does an impromtu pushup, lifting his chest off the mattress. He has trouble pumping up his left shoulder, but as he looks to his right, already sees Matty, sleeping away on his back. His head switches back to his left. "What tha fuck?" Responding, he slaps his hand down in the middle of his boyfriend's hairy pecs and rubs it frantically, "Matty.... Matty... wake up!" As if the house were on fire, Matty does a quickie situp. "What'samatter, Chad?" "There's a guy on me!" Matty laughs. He starts out the day with a burst of humor. "What' this? You two timing me already Chad?" "Matty, don't get wise. Who's this guy?" "The missing link." "Missing what? You mean Sean? But what's he doing here?" "He probably didn't feel like swinging around the block, so just decided to crash here." "Like, you two sleep together?" "Sure, but like you just said, Chad. 'Sleep'." "Oh, okay. So, what should we do?" Matty, much like Steve had done, jumped out of bed and literally separated the conglomerate by grabbing Chad's wrist, stretched out his arm and pulled him out from under the heap. "Hmm." "What?" Matty asks, as Chad peers at the early morning visitor. "Mighty hot body," Chad reckons with Matty, of Sean's figure. "And what about mine, Chad?" "I'm talking hot, as in heat Matty. It's cool in here." "Cool, meaning 'cold' this time?" Matty questioned Chad, laughing afterwards. "What's so funny?" "Your cool body." Chad looks down his chest, then back and forth. "Still don't get it Matty." "It's like with the wheels." "Wheels? Wait, let me pinch myself to see if this isn't a dream." "Allow me!" Matty reaches out and gives one of Chad's nips a tug. "Ouch! Hey!" "Hee heee... well? Are you dreaming, Chad?" "Look what you did, Matty. My pec is all red!" "Hmm, something down yonder is telling me something entirely different about the touchy-feely thing," Matty teases. "Alright, so what is this with the wheel business?" "Hee heee... like cool, Chad. What do you think that us hics out here in de country ain't got no urban edjeecation?" "Noooooooo... you didn't.... you knew what I was talking about all the time, Matty?" "Yeah, cool, huh?" "You're a bad boy, Matty," Chad said, returning the nip tug. "Owch!" "Oops, look Matty." "You pulled out some of my chest hair, Chad!" "Only... one, two pieces, Matty. With all that, you're not going to miss it." "Should make you eat it, for being a bad boy, Chad." "Hmm..." "What? Oh no, Chad. You keep away from me before you've plucked all the hair out." However, instead of intent with harm, Chad does the opposite, distributing pleasure to Matty's nip, kissing it gently. "There. Kissed it made it all better." "Whew! I could to prolly grow to like that treatment, Chad." "Me too!" The two stood there, grinning at each other. Without a care to the world of Sean in the room, the two merge, drinking in each other's lips. "Wow!" "What, Chad?" "I don't know if that kiss left me cold, but it sure is way too cool in here, Matty," Chad replied, blowing his hot breath into his hands and rubbing them together. "A lot of good that's going to do your body, Chad. C'mon, let's hit the shower." "What about Sean?" "Let him sleep. He probably got in not too long ago." The two walked to the jon, then proceeded to join the water conservation program, showering together. Chat followed, wanting to chat about the mystery guest. "So, how often do you two sleep together?" "Once, twice, maybe three times a week." "Hmm." "Hey, don't get too bent out of shape loverboy, the only sex that might come on is a mutual jerk off," Matty admits. "Sean's dick felt like a monster poking me in the thigh." "Hee heee.. yeah, Sean does have quite a whopper, Chad." "Um, you guys ever, um..." "Have sex?" "I'm just curious. You don't have to go into detail, Matty." "Yes and no." "Which is what?" "Yes, we had sex a few times and no, not really often." "How's that go, Matty?" "Well, when younger, we had been like any other curious boys." "Most likely like Jimmy and me." "Oh, so there is a randy side to Chad Barr, after all!" "Hey, like ya said, Matty. Curious." "So, how far did you and Jimmy go?" "Sucking at first, but then after hearing the guys at school talk about gay guys getting their asses penetrated, we tried it." "And?" "We liked it." "And which position did you like, Chad?" "I think 69 is kind of hot." Chad deluded the answering the question Matty probed for, wanting to know not the position of bodies, lying horizontal to each, by which man was on top. "So, which of you guys, you know?" Chad finally gave in, "We did each other and seems that Jim making the furrows, I plowed, planting the seeds!" The pair giggled away, as Matty stood behind Chad, his arms lathering up his scantily haired chest. Matty's head lay sideways against Chad's upper back. That is, until Chad did an about face. Matty's arms stayed encompassing the lithe hunk, making the hug much easier to accomplish. Their lips met, as did the rest of their physique. % "Wow, I almost couldn't pee, Aidan." "Me neither, Philip." "I wonder why?" "Philip, last night did your cock stay hard?" "I don't remember. I fell asleep so quick. Why? Did your's?" "Yep and you know why?" "Why?" "Because I was up against you." "Does that mean we're boyfriends?" "I dunno. Could be." "Maybe we could ask Chad?" "I was thinking the same. Maybe Matty would know too, since him and Chad are boyfriends." "They are?" "Why sure they are, Philip. Why do you think they sleep in the same room?" "And we sleep in the same room." "Did you like sleeping with me, Philip?" "Yeah, because in my own bed it was kinda scary." "What do you get scared about, Philip?" "The dark and I think there's a bad guy under the bed that's going to pull me out of bed, then drag me under." "I wonder why you think that?" "I don't know. It's just a feeling that I've always had and then I think that there's danger or something like that." "Did you ever tell your dad?" "Oh yeah, lots of time. He says if I don't stop, soon I have to go to a head shrinker." "Head shrinker? What's getting your head made smaller going to do for you?" "Maybe it squeezes out all the bad feelings and then they blow your head up." "Why would they explode it?" "No, Aidan, not explode it. I mean pump air into your head, like a balloon to make it the same size again." "Oh yeah. I didn't think they could do that. A guy's head is hard." "Maybe this head shrinker knows something we don't know." "Yeah. Do you think I could go with you?" "Sure. Maybe you can learn how he shrinks a guy's head and then makes it big again, Aidan." "Yeah and then we can be head shrinkers, too, Philip!" Finishing their business at the toilet, tinkling, Philip asks, "What are you doing, Aidan?" He had just pressed the last drops out of his cock. "Oh, my dad says I should stroke my cock, so the last bits gets out. If I don't, it drips." "Hmm.. funny nobody told me that." "Here, let me show you how to do it, Philip." Aidan, standing to Philip's left side, takes his mostly flaccid cock in his hand. He grasps it with his fingers underneath the small barrel and thumb on top. "Wow!" "Yeah, see how much you missed squirting out?" "Sure do, but something else." "What's that Philip?" "It feels different with you holding my cock than with me holding it!" "Good or bad?" "Feels..." Philip thought about it for a few, then reported to Aidan, "...kind of nice. Yeah, I like it." Philip surely did like it. His little barrel began to look different, too. "Oh wow, it's getting hard, Philip." "I know and it feels soooo good." "I wonder if that will happen to my cock, if you stroke mine, Philip?" "Want me to try?" "Will you?" "Sure." Not even thinking about holding his cock over the toilet bowl, Philip mimics Aidan, stroking away. "Oh yeah, Philip. Do it faster!" Pumping away at Aidan's five inches, he makes his friend sigh out in syllables, he only perceived as pleasure. "Hurt, Aidan?" "Oh no, Philip. Not at all Philip. Here, why don't I stroke you the same time as you stroke me?" Unknowingly, Bernice had entered the bedroom to wake up the little urchins. She stood at the creaked open door to the jon. Looking into the mirror at the ten and eleven year olds, looking down and sharing their moment of bliss. Bernice felt a bit on the guilty side, so she trekked away, quietly in retreat. % "Nice shower, Barry." "It's a first for me." "You've never showered with a guy?" "Never showered with anyone, period." "Oh I feel like you've been so neglected," Steve said, with the 'hands on' approach. After a quick soap job, then drying, Steve furnished Barry with an identical set of wardrobe items, suitable for jogging. "Oh geez!" "What's the matter, Steve?" "The door. I meant to unlock it before we showered." "Oh, the boys probably got up and headed for the kitchen." "Hmm, I guess you know boys as well as I do, Barry." "Yeah, thinking half the time with their stomachs and not their heads!" Their opinions proved correct. Descending the spiral staircase, they heard all kinds of chatter coming from the kitchen. "Good morning, boys!" both dads greeted their young ones. "Morning dad. Look, they have the same cereal we have at home, dad!" Tom said, excited. Barry smiled, seeing Tommy... Tom, upbeat over a bowl of chocolate spuds, swimming in milk. Even though his attitude seemed downcast the day before, with finding out about all the gay guys in the clans, Tom interacted with Eric and Denis, like friends from way back. Unlike most kitchens, in the corner, the table resembled a restaurant booth, walled benches on adjacent sides. A Clark member sat next to a Barr, pairing off Tom and Eric, then Mark and Denis. Barry and Steve each sat in a chair diagonally from the two sides of the table, filled with the boys. "Hey dad, do we have to go out jogging?" "Do I really have to answer that, Eric?" "Well, because of our guests, dad?" Eric replied, trying to accomodate the overnight additions and speaking in a most sophisticated manner. "All the more reason for us 'all' to go, Eric. Show our guests the area." "I'm sure looking forward to it," Mark says happily. "You are, are you?" His dad prods. "Oh yes. I think of what I saw, the outdoors looks cool and I can't wait to see it in the daytime." Eric knew his dad outfoxed him, sly dad he is. Barry added, "Besides, guys, you'll have plenty of time to get together for good times." Mark followed up with, "What happens if we run out of breath and keel over?" Steve decides to spice it up. "Well, it's not like it hasn't happened before, Mark. That's why we're prepared for emergencies like that. You see, a 'meat-wagon' follows us around and picks up all the human litter." "Meat truck? And where do they take all the people that have fainted?" Tom began giggling. "Mr. Clark, you're full of it!" "Now, Tom." "It's okay Barry. I'm sure he didn't mean it in the context that's it's normally used. "By the way, guys," Steve diverted "why don't we drop the 'misters'." Tom throws in, immediately, "You want me to call you 'Clark'?" Steve looks over at Barry and asks, "Is he for real?" Laughing, Barry responds, "You got yourself into this one, Steve. Now you can just bail yourself out." "Why don't we just go with you guys calling me 'Steve'?" "I have an idea?" "What's that Denis?" Steve acknowledges his son. "We call Aunt Bernice 'Aunt Bernice'. Why don't we call Barry 'Uncle Barry'?" "What do you think of that?" Steve directs to Barry, gesturing that is as 'his' son's thought up brilliance. The proud father! "Eh? It's okay, I guess," He responds. Barry then sees the downtrodden look on Denis' face. It's one thing for an adult to mess with another adult's mind, but an adult messing with a kid's can be tricky. "Uncle Barry... Uncle Barry.. Hmm, you know Denis," Barry states, "that does have a nice ring to it. I like it!" Denis snapped out of it real quick, putting on a happy face. "Do you guys play any sports?" Eric asks. "No, not yet, but I can play the flute," Mark replies. "Flute?" Barry rescues Mark. "Yes, each of the boys plays an instrument. Now, let me see if I can get this straight.." "Dad, you always mess it up," Tom scolds him. "I play the tenor sax and drums, Chad plays string bass and bass guitar, Philip is learning to play the harp." "Harp?" Steve questions. "Isn't that one of them things the angels play?" Barry replies, "Yep and that's why Philip's such an angel!" Steve grins at Barry, saying, "You 'do' get even," relying on Chad's logic from yesterday. "Hey, Tom?" "What Mark?" "You forgot to tell them that Philip plays piano, too." "Oh yeah. Philip can play the piano, too." Steve offers, "Takes after his old man, huh?" "Hmm..." Steve mutters. "I can play a CD!" Steve offers. "Ha ha. Not funny, dad," Denis replies, even though Tom and Eric got a jolt of laughter out of it. Denis then digs in, "Hey dad, how come 'we' never learned to play an instrument?" "I don't know. None of you boys showed interest," Steve replied, matter of factly. "Doesn't the West Richland schools offer a music program?" Barry inquires. "Oh sure, Barry. Some kids play instruments. The high school has a marching band. Quite large, as I recall. Yeah, I think they had ten or eleven that show up at the last football game." "Ten or eleven?" Barry questions, knowing that back east, the marching band at Chad's school numbered in the range of seventy or eighty. "Hey Dad?" "Yes, Denis?" "Didn't Aunt Bernice say they were having breakfast for us?" "Yes, but you boys just had your cereal. Aren't you full?" "Heck no!" the four boys call out. "Then c'mon guys," Denis replies, "Let's get over there before the rest of the gang eats it all up!" Barry and Steve never saw four boys create such a scuffle, pushing away from the table, running to get coats and jamb their feet into sneakers, so quickly. The back door slammed at least three times, making a banging racket. "Probably just woke up the whole neighborhood!" Steve commented. "Yeah and just look at this mess they left us, Steve." "Yeah. Such things that memories are made of." "Sure, Steve. Well, guess we better dig in." "Oh, by the way Barry, thanks for doing what you did for Denis." "What? And have you bust my chops all day for hurting the poor fellar?" "Nah. Well yeah, maybe I'd bust your chops for a couple of hours." "Why wait, Steve?" Figuring Barry gave the permission, Steve approached Barry, smacking his lips on his. "Y'know I might be able to get used to this, Steve." "Like you said, Barry, we've got to play it cool." "Yeah, Steve." "However, we wouldn't know much about our attraction to each other, if we don't experience it." "True, Steve and to the tell you the truth." "Got a confession, Barry?" "Yeah, well, I like you, Steve." "Ditto." Steve broke away, then stacked up the cereal bowls, to take to the sink, as Barry took the boxes of flakes, crispies and chocolate spuds. "Oh, by the way, Steve. Bernice tells me that you and I are team teachers." "They didn't tell you that, Barry?" "Not a word. In fact, they never made mention of which level, but I guess it's at the high school." "Doesn't matter I guess, since you already know me... intimately!" Barry pinches Steve's ass. "Ouch! You better watch that around here, Barry. Never know when a little spider on the wall is watching." "What do you think the boys would say if they knew you and I... you know?" "Probably take us out back and give us a... hey, what's this 'swishin' business, Barry?" They each grab a mug of coffee and head into a rather large room. Same room that the wrought iron, spiral staircase shoots out of the floor to the second story. "Oh that. Bernice mentioned something about me taking one of the boys out back for a switching, after cursing. Then Bernice slips, cursing no less, and Philip retaliates with something like," imitating young Philip's manner, "'you better watch it or my dad will have to take you out back for a swishin'!" Steve coughed his coffee out of his mouth, as he cracked up in humor. "You alright, Steve?" "Oh man that Philip is something. Yeah, I'm fine, thanks." "He does come out with some winners. Actually I got to thinking that he might be a little too immature for ten." "Ah, the little guy's been through a lot, Barry. Wait til you all get settled. I'm sure he'll come around." "I guess you're right, Steve and I'm really happy that he hit if off with Aidan right away." Steve replies, "Especially if he's 'queer'." Steve puts the gay word in imaginary parenthesis. "I can't see why it wouldn't be to his benefit to have a 'queer' friend." "Oh? Just like having a 'queer' backyard neighbor would be to 'our' benefits, eh Barry?" "Steve, we've got to take it slow." "I know Barry. In fact I've been feeling a bit guilty with pressing the issue so far with you last night." "Well, I am happy that you didn't try to rape me, Steve!" "Hee heeee... yeah, but in all sincerety, I wouldn't have done it." "Why not? Maybe I wanted you to." Again Steve choked on his warm coffee. "I don't think so, Barry. Being new to each other, I think a little making out and some body contact was.... 'nice'." "Yeah. Only kidding about the 'other' stuff, but you never know Steve." "Hey, listen Barry. All kidding aside. We're going to be neighbors and teaching pals. Let's not push it to a point where it may ruin all of that." "I agree, Steve. However, I did have a fine evening with you last night and I want to thank you." "Well, we better get over there." "Yep," Barry replies. Placing his hand on Steve's knee, he uses it as leverage to rise up off the sofa. "Fresh!" "Hee heee... no, Steve. Fresh is getting slapped on the bare ass!" Barry reminds Steve of the rude wakeup call. "Hee hee... yeah, wish I had a camera. What a picture that would have made!" After placing their coffee mugs in the dishwasher, the two donned their snuggly jogging tops and proceeded out the door, just like the kids, letting it bang shut. "Somebody's having fun!" "Dad, look! Alberto has a new flavor syrup!" "Alaskan bear bait? Where did you get this?" Bernice hadn't descended upon the crowd yet, so Alberto took the question. "From Alaska!" Alberto replies, smiling. "Wise ass!" Steve calls after him. "C'mon, Barry. Let's get some of this bacon and pancakes." The two dads load up a plate, Steve stabbing one of Barry's pancakes and flipping it back on the serving dish. "Heeeey!" Barry yells at Steve. "I gotta start watching out for the belly on you, Barry." "Oh? What's your interest, Steve?" "Hmm... wouldn't you like to know!" % continued.... Copyright 2005 T. Chase McPhee All Rights Reserved. assgm.net/assm@yahoogroups.com 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. dont strike a fault, unless you can admit you've slipped..T Chase McPhee