Date: Wed, 16 Mar 2005 05:55:55 -0800 (PST) From: T Chase McPhee Subject: Nature Walk 08 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" 08 (M/t oral condentual bdsm) wriTten by T. Chase McPhee Similiar to a grand party, all kinds of folks, young and old, snacked out at a clearing that stood in the middle of the high end of West Richland. From the time the walk started, until the wind up, at the clearing, Steve and Barry were inseparable. "Who's the redneck over there with the beard, Steve?" "I didn't know you liked bears, Barry." "Some guys look hot with a gut." "Oh? Then maybe I should start drinking some more beer." "I like your belly just the way it is, Steve." "Oh. Okay. Thought maybe you had some ideas about jilting me, Barry." "Not yet." "Oh my Laaaawd." "What, Steve?" "Here comes twoah them high school senior hotties, in our direction." Barry looked to the left, the direction Steve's attention focused on. Steve wasn't kidding. The two young men, not fathomed by the chilly air, walked in their direction, wearing tank tops and lycra shorts. "Oh man, Steve. They're hot enough to get hard over!" "Yeah, well looks like they're coming over to say hello, so just keep your crotch behind the table, Barry." "Mr. Clark, how you doing, man?" "Doin' alright Jim. Um, fellas, this is Mr. Barr, the new science teacher I've been telling your class about." "Nice to meet you, Mr. Barr," Jim says, offering his hand to shake. The other guy doesn't wait for Steve's intro, "I'm Connor Matthews. Nice to meet you too, Mr. Barr." "It's good to meet you boys. Did you jog the whole course?" "Oh sure. About five times." "Five times? What time do you get up at, three?" "Haa ha ha ha... Mr. Clark, you didn't tell us that Mr. Barr's a funny guy," Jim quipped. "Well, boys, that's one thing I didn't know about Mr. Barr. Have you met his son?" "You've got a son in high school, Mr. Barr? You sure don't look like it!" Connor complimented the new science instructor. "Thanks Connor, but yes. His name is Chad and he hangs around with Matt Bridges." "Damn!" Connor exclaims, then slips, "Is that the hunk hanging with Matty?" "Um, yeah," Barry admits, "you've got the right hunk." Too late, Connor tried to make a coverup, but Barry nor Steve let on to the connotations of Connor's inference. Jim made an excuse for them to move on. "Hee heee... looks like Connor's going to get a tongue lashing from Jim." Steve rationed, still looking at the jocks walking away, "Hmm, I never suspected that of Connor or Jim." "Like us, Steve. They're such straight, macho guys." "Yeah, right Barry," Steve replied, rolling his eyes. Several folks passed by and Steve introduced them to Barry. "I don't expect to remember all of these folks names, Steve." "Don't worry, Barry. They won't remember your's either, unless they really want to." "Ahem, like Connor and Jim, you mean?" "Get over it, Barry." The two got a small chuckle out of it. "Steve?" "Yeah, Barry?" "I hate to repeat myself, but... do you think there's someway you and I could, um..." "Barry, you dog!" "Sorry I mentioned it, Steve." "Then again, I doubt your place will be habitable today or for a week or so, for that matter." "Are you suggesting something, Steve?" "I don't want to get you spoiled, Barry, but how could I possibly turn out onto the streets a man and his dear family?" "Yeah, I think we should stay with you for a while, Steve." "Hmm... did I mention that?" "Mention what, Steve?" "Never mind, Barry. Might mean double duty on the laundry." "My boys will be willing to help out, I'm sure." "Okay, but other than that, I think Aidan and Philip should come back to stay with us." "What about Sean, if Tom and Mark are using his room?" "Well, for now Sean can stay at Bernice's if he wants to." "That doesn't bother you, Steve?" "Don't get me wrong, Barry. I love Sean from the bottom of my heart, but it's getting around that time to... 'let go'." Barry could see he struck a nerve, sensing Steve's eyes filling up. "Steve, I'm sorry." Barry put his hand on Steve's shoulder. "I'm okay, Barry." An intruder then broke up the melancholy moment. "Hi Steve. Hi Mr. Barr." Steve perked up with, "Hi Astevean. You're parents make it out?" "Nope. They wanted to sleep in." "Well maybe next week." "No." "No?" "Steve, can I talk to you sometime?" "We can talk now, if you would like, Astevean." The fifteen year old looks up at Barry, as if he is intruding on Astevean's and Steve's turf. Steve says, "You can talk in front of Mr. Barr, Astevean." "Are you sure Steve?" "Yes. In fact, why don't we go back to my place and the three of us can have a chat." "Okay." "Do me a favor, Astevean?" "Sure, anything Steve." "Go around and tell my boys that I'm leaving and tell them Mr. Barr is too, so they can tell Mr. Barr's children." "No problem, Steve." "Seems like a troubled kid." "Very much so. Tell you the truth, Barry, I don't think the parents give a damn about him." "That sucks." "Yeah, what can you do?" "I guess be his friend, Steve. He seems to think the world of you." "I just don't want to see the kid go bad, if you know what I mean." "Oh, I know." Astevean reports back in a flash, with Eric, Tom, Philip and Aidan trailing. It's Philip who reports, "Dad, we're all coming home with you." Steve and Barry smile, as Philip has his arm over Aidan's shoulder, like they have been pals from way back. "Like you say, Steve, memories are made of these!" % After breaking from the three man team, Sean approached Matty and Chad with a fourth man. "Now remember, Ken'ichi, don't mention anything about you know what." "Don't worry, Sean. I enjoy playing with you too much to say anything." "And remember to make it look like we're boyfriends, okay?" "No problem, but you owe me, Sean." "I know and we'll get together for a weekend soon. I promise, Ken'ichi." "Guys, meet my boyfriend, Ken'ichi KR." "KR, Sean?" "Yeah, short for Kitajima-Richards." "We'll just stick with Ken'ichi," Chad suggests. Chad and Matty were all smiles, as was Sean, at the introduction of his Asian boyfriend. They chatted for awhile and then the pair split. "Looks like a nice guy," Chad admitted. Matty agreed, but had some reservations, knowing something about Sean's past that Chad didn't. "Whatsamatter, Matty? Seems like you don't like the guy or something." "He's okay. Chad, you interested in hiking up to the 'weirdie' we saw yesterday?" "That would be cool, Matty." "We could take a picnic, if that interests you." "Awesome. Yeah, Matty." "Okay. Why don't we get this stuff together and chuck it in the SUV and tell my mom we're splitting." "Hmm... and thought you were a 'hic' from the woods!" That earned Chad a slap beside the head! % "So, when are you arranging our weekend together, Sean?" Ken'ichi had pulled the charade off quite well, paired up with Sean, to make Chad's and Matty's aquaintance. They had just walked in the front door of Ken'ichi's palatial split level. "How about next weekend, Ken?" The two talk, as they walk through Ken's home, descending the stairs to the basement. "Your last class is what time, Sean?" "Ends at noon and then I don't have a class til Tuesday." "Makes it a nice long weekend for us. What are you going to tell your dad?" "Nothing special. Just that I'm going to go on a hike with a friend." "Do you think he'll buy it, Sean?" "Sure. I've got a close relationship with my dad." After chatting about their special weekend together, Ken gets tough. "Strip, Sean." "Yes, Sir." Moving right into roles they aren't strangers to, the two nineteen year olds begin the play. "On your knees, boy." "Yes, Sir," Sean replies to the Asian master. "Lick my balls, boy." "Yes, Sir," Sean replies, kneeling, hands behind his back. Leaning forward, his face pushes aside the flaccid cock, Ken has plucked from the open flaps of his pants. Sean tongues the left side of Ken's pubes. "Yeeeah... that feels hot... the other one now, boy." "Yes, Sir." Sean sticks his tongue out, caressing the hairy ball with the tip of his palate tool, licking the big orb. "That's enough for now. Stand, boy." Sean is no stranger to Ken's orders. He obeys them to the 'T'. He knows the drill by now, walking over to an area of the basement where Ken has two ropes suspended from a ceiling beam. Sean automatically lifts his right arm up to one rope. Ken ties it around Sean's wrist. However, the other rope he pulls down from the beam, ties it to Sean's wrist and then heaves it up over the beam. Pulling Sean's arm out, his body stretched tautly before being tied off. "Feels hot, Ken. I love getting bound with ropes, feeling my whole body stretched out." "You will not speak unless spoken to and I will need to reinforce your respectfulness, boy." "Yes, Sir." All Sean can remember, before his new life began with his adopted father, are troubled times. His real father wasn't a kind man. Some might have given him the loose term, 'psycho', after the way he treated Sean. When Steve and Seb adopted him, he had been hospitalized with wounds and bruises. They took such pity on him. However later on, Steve would find out that Seb had his own mean streak. Not only did he find out about Seb taking liberties with Sean and fucking his ass when he had the urge, but Sean had suffered some abuse at Seb's will, also. So, for Sean, a way of life had abuse coupled with it. To Sean, the only loving influences in his life were Steve, his brothers, Matty and his extended family, Aunt Bernice and Alberto. "Now for your disrepectful attitude boy, ten lashes." "Yes, Sir." Sean gripped the ropes with his hands, knowing the fate befallen him. He didn't have to look behind himself, to know what to expect. Soon enough he arched his back and cried out in pain, as the leather belt slammed against his ass. "Count them, boy." "One, Sir. Thank you, Sir. Akkkkkkk! Two, Sir. Thank you Sir......" Sean's torment went on, as Ken'ichi spared no effort in delivering the 10 strokes of the leather belt across his ass. Even if Sean had no infraction levied against him, he could be guaranteed an allotment of strappings across his ass. By the time Ken had delivered the ten, Sean's body shone with a covering of sweat. "You're taking them better and better, boy." "Thank you Sir." "I have a new toy for you, boy." Sean watched as Ken produced a shiny plastic package in front of him, which contained a buttplug. "That's huge.... sir." "Yeah. I thought you might like it." "Looks awfully big, Ken... I mean, Sir." "Yeah. Should be a lot of fun trying to get it stuffed inside your ass, boy." Sean wasn't kidding when he spotted the ass stuffing implement. It looked as wide as an eggplant and had to be about a foot long, at least. "Where did you get that from, anyway?" "My cousin mailed it to me. He buys my toys and I send him the money. He sent me this and some other toys. He wants to meet with us next time we get together." "No, now wait a minute, Ken. You didn't say anything about a second guy." "Oh come on, Sean," Ken tried calming him, "You don't think we would do anything to really hurt you." "I suppose not, Ken. I guess my initial response didn't figure in the unexpected. Sure I trust you, Ken." "That's better. Okay, then maybe I will save this buttplug for... well, can we meet next weekend, Sean?" "Um, yeah. I guess. Why?" "My cousin is free that weekend. In fact, he suggested it." "Sure. I think it's possible. At least I know what to look forward to," Sean eyeing up the large buttplug. Sean's statement turned into a joke for Ken and after he began laughing, Sean joined in. % "Nice bunkbeds, Aidan." "Thanks Philip." "Do you think we can both sleep in the bottom one?" "Sure, but like at Aunt Bernice's we have to start out in separate beds." "Do you think sometime we can sleep without our clothes on, Aidan?" "Oh yeah. How about tonight Philip?" "Yeah and we can see how it feels to put our cocks together." "Gee, do you think they will get hard, Philip?" "I betcha they do, Aidan." "I can't wait." "Me neither Aidan. Why don't we try it now?" "Okay." The ten and eleven year olds began unzipping and unbuttoning their boy-jeans, then left them around their ankles, along with their tightey-whitey's. "What should we do?" "Let's just stand close, Philip and see what happens." "Okay." What a sight to see two boys, their tee shirts propped up under their chins and moving their torsos closer and closer, until their boycocks made contact. "Oh wow, Aidan, did you feel it?" "If you're talking about my cock shakin', yeah!" "Should we make them closer?" "Yeah, Phlip." Sandwiching their boysticks in between their smooth pubes, the two naturally press their arms around each other in a firm hug. Suddenly there's a knock at the door. "Aidan, you in there?" "Yeah, dad, I'm getting dressed." Steve opens the door. "Oops! Sorry son." The door closes. "Aren't you going to say something to them, Steve?" Barry asks, after seeing the two, caught with their pants down. "Hee heee... what? And wreck their discovery?" "Geez, Steve you make it sound like their putting together legos or something!" "Think, Barry. If we go in their now, they might never want to try discovering things about themselves. Wouldn't you rather have it happen now, as two young boys, than later in a motel with some stranger?" "I guess you're right Steve. Who knows. Maybe these two boys wouldn't ever need a stranger to show them the way." "Wouldn't that be something. Than we'd be inlaws, Barry!" "I'd rather be...." "Be what Barry." "Never mind Steve. Are we done with our chat with Astevean?" "Oh sure. You know after we got him going with Tom and Eric, it seems like Astevean began to fit in." "True. Maybe he just needed that parental push." "Sometimes a little understanding can go a long way, Barry." "Steve?" "Yeah, Barry?" "I know this sounds strange. No weird, but can we lock ourselves in the jon for a little while and..." "Sure, Barry." "You didn't let me finish, Steve." "Yeah, I know Barry, but I had my gaydar on and it was coming in loud and clear!" Steve smiled, as he led the way to the circular staircase. % "Wow, Sean! That's the most weight you've taken on your balls." "Ugggh! Yeah.." "Feel okay?" "Yeah...ugggh!" Sean sweated like a hog, the driplets streaming down his sparse - haired chest. Following the faint trail down to his navel, the blonde fuzz turned darker. The treasure trail continued into a mass of pubic hair. A two pound barbell hung from the rope tied around Sean's balls. "Y'know my cousin likes ball torture a lot. You're going to be getting your balls tortured a lot next weekend, Sean." "Whatever," Sean replies, concerned only for the deep rush of painful pleasure engulfing his mental capacities, turning him on big time. Tied eagle-spread, ropes affixed to his wrists and tied outwards from the wooden beams in Ken's basement. His legs remained outstretched and tied in a similiar fashion. This drew much stress onto his arms, plus his balls, as the barbell dangled from the discolored orbs, stretched in their sacs. "I think I've had enough, Ken." "You know the safeword." However, Sean didn't say the specially picked out word for this afternoon's bondage and consentual torture session. Just savoring in the moment of pleasure, having his balls stretched, Sean toughed it out. Ken loved watching from the rear, at the long stretch of skin separating Sean's balls from his pubes. Equally exciting, to watch the strand of goo as thin strings of the precum wound down from the tip of Sean's cock, to the basement floor. Ken decided to put some more zip in the leakage. "My cousin also sent me a new flogger, but I don't feel like waiting til next weekend to try it out." Sean watched Ken hold up the multi-strand whipping tool in front of him. Ken proceeded to hold it up in front of Sean, lightly touching his chest, letting it fall down over his stomach. "Looks like fun, Ken." "Yeah, I think it should be. I think I'll start on your chest." "Okay, but remember, no marks." "You know I play safe and sane with you, Sean." "I know Ken. That's why I like to play with you," Sean smiled. Something clicked, like often happened when the two got into talking about safety. That failsafe, called affection, kicked in. Ken placed his nuded body up against Sean and gave him a hug, drawing their lips together. "Oh man are you a hot kisser, Ken." "Yeah. Bet it felt good on your balls, too, Sean." "Oh yeah. You know it did, Ken." "How many do you think you can take on your chest, Sean?" "I don't know. How many could I take with the plastic tubing?" "Well, first of all Sean, I think leather is not going to feel as stingy as the tubing. How about if I give you ten and then we'll work from there?" "How about a couple to start with and then I'll give you a number, Ken?" "Sounds fair. Hold your head back if you can Sean. I don't want to mess up your handsome face." Ken slid his hand down the side of the blonde's cheek. That comment also deemed a long lip lock. "Mmmm... oooh Ken." "I know. We'll hit the sack after our play and make some real love, Sean." "I'll be looking forward to it, Ken." But for now, Ken stood back, shook the flogger out and prepared to give Sean's chest a nice work over. % "Uh-oh!" "Whatsamatter?" "My cock leaked all over your's Aidan." "Yeah and mine, too Philip." "Kind of messy, isn't it?" "Yeah, but we can clean it up easy." "Aidan, what do you think your dad thought when he opened the door and caught us with our pants down?" "Nothing. It's not like it hasn't happened to dad before." "What do you mean?" "One day he found Eric and Denis doing the same thing." "Your dad told you?" "Nope, I seen it, Philip." "Wait a minute. You said you seen Matty and Chad doing it, but you didn't." "I know, but I was with dad when he caught Denis and Eric. He was taking me into the jon for my bath and when he opened their bedroom door, they were naked and standing face to face." "What did he say to them?" "Not much. Just said the truth to them that he thought they were having an experiment with each other." "When?" "I guess two years or so ago." "And Eric and Denis didn't have no clothes on?" "Yep. You know what was neat, Philip?" "What?" "I think Denis had a little fuzzy hair down here." "Around his cock?" "Yeah. I could barely make it out, but there was some there." "Wow! I wonder when we'll have some hair there?" "Probably when we're Denis' age, when he had it." "How old was he?" "Fifteen, I think." "Wow. I wonder if I'll have a lot of hair on my chest and stomach, like my dad has." "Well, I probably wouldn't have hair on my body like my dad." "Why not, Aidan?" "Because I'm adopted. Adopted kids don't look like their parents and my dad says that because I'm not from his seed. Because of that, most likely I wouldn't look like him." "Wow. You came from a seed?" "Yep. He says babies are made from man seed and the man seed comes from a guy's cock." "Wow, you know so much, Aidan." "Didn't your dad tell you nothin', Philip?" "Nope." "Didn't you ever ask him?" "Nope. Hey, maybe my dad doesn't know. You think nobody told him?" "Your dad's got to know or else why would he have you, Philip, if he didn't know about the seeds that come out of his cock?" "I guess you're right, Aidan. So, the seeds come out of a dad's cock and then... well how do the seeds make it into a baby?" "I don't know. My dad didn't tell me that much, but he says the seeds are hidden in the juice that comes out of your cock." "Wow, Aidan. You're so smart about this." "I know, but there's a lot I don't know, too." "Well, when you learn about it, you tell me Aidan." "Okay and if you learn it first, Philip, you tell me." "Deal!" The two struck up the agreement. "Aidan?" "Yes, Philip?" "Can I try out that kissing stuff?" "Sure. Does your breath stink?" "I don't know." "Well, let's go gargull, so we know we don't smell." "Okay. I guess if we're going to do this, we should do it right." "You know, Philip, you're kinda smart." "Thanks Aidan." The two go to the next jon where Aidan knows the there's some 'gargull'. Only he finds the door locked. After trying the knob, they hear all kinds of commotion coming from the other side of the door. "Dad, you in there?" "Um, yes Aidan. What's up, son?" "I wanted to borrow your gargull." "Oh, wow. It's... it really stinks in here. Why don't you try Sean's jon?" "Okay, dad." "Man, your dad must've really stunk it up in there if it really stinks 'that' bad, Aidan." "Yeah. I'm kinda glad he said to try Sean's jon. We mighta been taken over by the fumes." "Good thing he warned us!" % "Close one, Steve." "Yeah. I'm glad you had enough sense not to say anything Barry." "Well, I think we better just use this as a lesson." "You're right. Somehow we have to work it out where we're not sneaking around all the time." "I guess if we thought about it long enough, Steve, we could come up with a solution." "Unless...." "Damn, Steve. If you have an idea, then spit it out!" "How about.... the truth?" "Truth?" "Barry, how long have we known each other?" "Hmm... about a day and a half." "Barry, I have a confession." "What's that, Steve?" "I didn't just happen to be hiking on the mountain yesterday afternoon." "You weren't?" "No. Well, I was jogging on the road, but when I saw the van pull into Bernice's place, well... I sort of trespassed." "Trespassed, Steve?" "Well, it's not everyday a new family moves into the neighborhood and being that I know Bernice, well... well you don't think Bernice took all those digital photos, do you?" "Well, I'll be." "Hee heee... Bernice don't know one end of the camera from the other. In fact, it's me who posted them to your email." "I thought the address looked a little strange. scienceguy@wahoo.com?" "Yeah. Guess you discovered for yourself that Bernice isn't a guy. Hee heee." "Okay, so what's the rest of your story, Steve?" For a split second, Barry's bear chest and stomach threw Steve off kilter. "Okay, so I tailed the van, keeping my distance and... well, Barry when I saw you exit the van... I thought I'd died and gone to heaven!" "You... you really thought that? Even with my clothes on?" "Yeah. Funny, huh?" Barry smiled in a pathetic sort of way and then crossed the three feet from the wall to the door and embraced Steve. "What's this?" "Steve, I think... I think I'm starting to feel heavenly." "You mean like you might like me, Barry?" "Yeah. Stupid, huh?" "No, not at all Barry. I believe in love at first sight. In fact, that's the only way I can explain my feelings for you." "Steve, do you.... love me?" "Uh-huh." "Oh brother... now what do we do?" % "Feels different, Ken." "Do you like it?" "I like it better than the tubing." "So, give me a number, if you want to play the game, Sean." "Okay. Um, how about ten?" "Ten it is." "But keep it light, Ken." "Um, maybe you should be lying down for this, Sean." "Okay." "Let me take the weight off your balls and then we can go up to my room." "Great." Sean screamed out something awful, when Ken relieved his balls of the hanging barbell. However, Sean did say the awesome feeling of having his balls stretched, compensated for the pain. After Ken released him from his rope bondage, he flexed his arms and legs in numerous moves, to limber them up for the stairsteps. "Ken, what time will your folks be in?" "Oh, not until real late tonight. It's takes a lot to clean up the restaurant after it closes." "That's good. Then you can take your time flogging me." "I think you're really going to like the flogger, Sean." "Me too. Especially on my back." "You're a glutton for punishment, Sean." "I know. But I probably wouldn't do it without you, Ken." "A man after my own heart, Sean." The two college jocks hiked up the basement stairs and stopped in the kitchen on the way. "Beer?" "Sure. By the way, Ken, what else is your cousin into?" "He likes it all, but I told him you were getting bored with the clothespins and he said he had in mind about five different types of clamps to use." "Sounds interesting. Did he say what they looked like?" "A couple of them. He said there he had one kind called a butterfly." "Changes colors, huh?" After their laugh, they got down to serious, uncapping a second beer. "Actually, sounded interesting. He puts them on your nips and then depending on how hard he pulls on the chain, determines the force of the squeeze." "Sounds interesting. What else?" "He says he has some rubber tipped ones that can be tightened with little tension screws and then there's a few harsh ones." "Harsh?" "Yeah. Says they can really pack a wallop." "As?" "Alligator clips." "You mean like they sell in an electronics shop?" "Right. Think you're up to something like that Sean?" "I don't know. They remind me of shark's teeth and seems to me that they would be able to dig really deep into the skin." "Well, it's up to you Sean. All I've got to say is.." "I know, Ken. If I don't try it, I'll never know." "Yes, and besides, like me, my cousin is safe, and will respect your limits, Sean." "Um, will he play like we play?" "You mean the thing about using your safeword and then keep going?" "Yeah or will it be the end of the session?" "Well, he normally would do that with a guy, but being that I explained to him how we play, he's agreed to let you rest and then keep on." "Cool!" "So, you want to go upstairs and play with the flogger, now?" "Sure, let's go Ken!" The two buddies, Sean's arm over Ken's shoulders and Ken's arm around the naked torso, tread the stairway up to the bedroom. Ken's other hand let the multi-leathered flogger hang from his hand. % "How come your parents don't do anything with you, Stev?" Tom inquires, playing a video game with the new found friend. "Stev?" The boy inquires of Tom, using the nick. "Yeah, okay that I call you that, isn't it Astevean?" "I guess. Nobody has ever called me anything but Astevean, but it's okay, Tom." "So, about your parents, Stev?" "They're just not those kind of parents, I guess. How about your mom and dad, Tom?" This is the first opportunity that Tom has had to face the facts of leaving his mom out of the parental picture. He decided to face the facts like a man. "Well, first of all my mom is not here." "Not her? She didn't move with you, Tom?" "No. Um, my mom is dead." "That's terrible, Tom. What happened to her?" "Somebody killed her." Tom tried being as tough as nails, to conquer the cave-in that had befallen him at Bernice's house yesterday. "That's terrible, Tom. You must feel awful." "I do. Wouldn't you feel that way if something happened to your parents, Stev?" "I don't know. We don't talk too much. I feel like I hardly know them." "That's not he way I feel. I loved my mom a lot and I really love my dad." "You sure have it lucky, Tom." "Don't you even feel a little love for your parents, Stev?" After thinking a brief minute, he replies, "I don't think so Tom. Even though I just met you, I think I like you better than them." "That's sad, but I'm glad you like me." "You do?" "Yup. I like having you around, Stev." Just then Mark broke into their more conversation-less video game playing. "Hey guys, Denis and Eric want to know if you guys want to go outside and play some soccer?" "Sure!" Tom belts out, standing. Then looking down at Stev, he asks, "How about it, Stev?" Astevean noticed the shortcut namecalling immediately, but liked the way Tom said it. "Sure. I don't know anything about playing soccer, Tom. If you're going to play, though, I want to, too." "Cool. C'mon then, Stev." "Cool," Mark calls out, running out ahead of the two. % "You okay, Sean?" "Yeah. Man that flogger feels awesome, Ken." "Sure made your chest red. Want another ten?" "Yeah, but on my back this time and make it twenty-five." "You're so hot, Sean. Turn over." "When you're whipping me, it feels so erotic." "Why do you think that, Sean?" "Maybe because it's you that's doing it." "Oh, so when my cousin gets into whipping you next weekend, it's 'not' going to feel erotic, Sean?" "I don't know Ken. You're the only guy that I've felt like that about." "What about Mike Fielding?" "He wasn't really into s and m. All he wanted to do is make out. You're different Ken. You're not afraid to play with my body, plus you like to make out!." "Yeah, I know, but I hope you also realize that I do like to have sex with you Sean. There's more to me liking you besides getting my jollies out of playing with your body." "Hee heee... just think, Ken. If I never came along you might never have gotten into s and m." "Yeah, and might never have found out my cousin was into it." "Tell me about him." Sean postponed turning over in bed for the whipping of the flogger across his back. Instead, Ken set the flogger on Sean's stomach and crawled into bed next to him. Sean placed one arm around Ken and moved it up and down his arm. Ken lifted the flogger up an inch and let the fronds drop across Sean's faint belly trail. Then he placed his hand on top of the leather fronds and rubbed them along with his hand, abrasively into Sean's skin. "Nothing much than I've already told you. Six foot two, twenty-six, runs a service center, regular all around jock like you and I, Sean." "He runs the place for somebody?" "No. It's his own. He bought it out of college and remodeled the old place. Did a good job, too. Hiro is like that. He's good at taking something old and making it like new, plus he's good at engineering and building." "Where does he... where are we going to play?" "At his garage. It's behind the service center. He says he plays there regularly with some guys." "All bottom guys?" "Hiro has a couple of 'masters' that drop by now and then, but mostly they are guys that are into being submissive and like some pain involved. However, Sean, I think you are going to really impress Hiro, with all the pain you can take." Sean reads into this as a mental high, mighty proud that he can take a lot of pain and that Ken thinks it will impress his cousin. He's very much so looking forward to next weekend. "Tell me about him getting into bdsm." As Ken talked, he also took pleasure in licking Sean's chest. Soon he focused on getting visibly oral with Sean's nips and then the question and answer session faded, as the two devoted their entire attention to making sweet love. % "Ready Philip?" "I'm ready Aidan. Just tell me what to do." "Didn't you ever see your mom and dad kiss?" "Um.. hmm..." Now, on that little fact Philip had to think. "Well, Philip?" "That's strange." "What is, Philip?" "I don't remember ever seeing my mom and dad kissing." "They had to if they were married." "Yeah, I would think so, but, I can't put the picture in my mind to tell me that I remember seeing them kissing." "Never mind. I've seen my dad kiss Seb." "Seb? Who's Seb?" "My other dad. Well, he used to be my other dad until my other dad, Steve that is, beat him up and kicked him out." "Your dad beat up your other dad and kicked him out?" "Yup. He sure was pissed at him." "Wait, I've heard Chad say that when he's mad." "Piss doesn't mean only pissing, it means getting pissed, Philip." "I thought so. When Chad get's pissed he's really angry. So, I guess getting pissed means getting real mad." "That's how my dad was. In fact I only think of having one dad now, unless dad decides to get another dad." "Do you wish you had two dads, Aidan?" "Sometimes. Didn't you like having a mom and dad, Philip?" Philip being just ten years old, didn't have as much stamina to fight off the emotions involved with a parent having just passed away, as fifteen year old Tom would. It grabbed his emotional high and drove it down. "Ooooh Philip, I'm sorry. I guess we shouldn't be talking about your mom being dead." "It makes me feel hurt, Aidan." "Maybe a little like I felt when my dad beat up Seb and tossed him out of the house." "Looks like us both have something the same happenwed to us, Aidan." "Yeah, but I'm over it now. Plus, I'm glad that Seb is gone." "You are?" "Yup. Y'see, Philip, he done some nasty stuff to Sean." "He did? Like what?" "I don't know everything, but he used beat up Sean sometimes." "What did he do that for?" "I don't know. I just remember my dad asking Sean why his stomach hurt, or how he got a bruise on his arm." "Wow! You mean Seb used to hit Sean in the stomach?" "Yeah and do other stuff to him." "Like what?" "The only thing I heard is punching him in the stomach and the arm and doing someing to his balls." "I accidentally got hit in the balls once. I know that hurts. Ever happen to you, Aidan?" "Nope. I hope it never does. I asked Sean about it once and he says getting hit in the balls hurts a whole lot." "I feel sorry for Sean." "He says he's over it and it doesn't matter now." "That's good. At least he can forget about it." "Yeah. Dad says that some guys don't forget stuff like that." "Maybe that's why I can't forget about being alone in the dark." "Why is that Philip?" "I don't know. Like I told you. My dad wants to send me to a headshrinker to find out." "Then why don't you ask him to go, so you can find out, Philip. Maybe it will help you out." "Could be. I never thought of it like that, Aidan. Will you come with me?" "I told you I would, Philip. Remember we both want to find out how he shrinks a guy's head and makes it big again!" "I think I'll go ask my dad now." "I'll come with you." The two head out of the Aidan's room and do a room to room search. They find the two hanging out in the kitchen. "Hi dads!" Philip calls out. Right away, it makes Steve smile and gives him a flashback to the days when he and Seb ruled the roost and Sean called them the same. Rather than dwell on the subject, he pays attention to the two boys, as does Barry. "So, what have you two been up to?" "Darn, Aidan. We forgot to try out our kiss... Oops!" Philip puts his hand to his mouth, realizing what he just let it escape his lips. Aidan giggles along with him. "Hmm," Barry notes, looking to Steve. "You guys hungry?" Steve asks, derailing the train of thought. "What ya got?" Philip asks. Steve opens the fridge, but Aidan and Philip sneak under his armpit and begin shopping, as if standing at a store window full of merchandise. "When you find what you want, just pull it out. That is, except for the apple pie and chocolate donuts!" The boys whine, then keep up their search. "Boys will be boys," Barry comments to Steve. "Dad?" "Yes, Aidan?" "There's nothing in here that satifies our tastebuds." "Oh? What about the peanut butter and jelly?" "Okaaaay." The two boys lift the jars from the refrigerator doors. Barry spots a loaf of bread on top of the counter and brings it over to the kitchen table. "Getting to know our way around, are we?" Steve ribs Barry. "I recall from this morning." "Hey, dad?" "Yes, Philip?" "Um, Aidan and I were thinking that we want to go and meet this headshrinker you know." "Headshrinker?" Steve questions. "Oh. Yeah, I thought I'd set Philip up with a shrink to sort out some of the problems about being afraid of the dark." "I see," Steve answers, but then questions, "And what's this about you Aidan?" "Philip wants me to go with him, so we can see how he gets his head shrunk. Maybe I'll have to make it bigger and I want to see how it's done." Steve and Barry get a kick out of the two. "You know," Barry explains, "he doesn't really shrink your head, boys." "Then how come you called him a head shrinker, dad?" "Well, it's a nickname, like if Aidan called you Phil." "I don't call Philip, Phil." "Yes, I know, but if you did call him Phil, it would be a nickname, wouldn't it Aidan?" Steve asks his son. "Yeah, so?" "So, instead of calling the doctor a psychiatrist, people nicknamed the doctor a headshrinker, because tries to pick things out of your brain that makes you think bad thoughts." Philip inquires, "What does he do when he picks them out, dad?" "Well, he uses the knowledge he has to analyze your thoughts and tries to find out why you are afraid of the dark. Sometimes, knowing why something happens, will help you overcome your fears." "I don't get it," each of the boys replies. Steve helps out, "I think the best thing to do is just go and see what the doctor has to say." "Um, problem is finding one that the boys... that Philip can relate to." "Hmm... I'm sure Bernice can help us out. Maybe one of her clients knows of a friendly 'headshrinker'," Steve says. "Dad?" "Yes, Aidan?" "I want to go too." "Is there something bothering you, Aidan?" "Well, I figure if something is bothering Philip, then it's going to be bothering me, because Philip is going to be sleeping with me from now on." "Oh? Sleeping with you Aidan?" "Yeah dad. Isn't that what you said?" Philip agrees, questioning, "Yeah, dad, aren't I going to be sleeping with Aidan in one of the bunkbeds?" "Well, yes Philip. Until we move into our own house." "Oooh, why can't we just live here with Steve?" Steve and Barry grab some glances from each other. Wouldn't they love the same arrangement! "Philip, Steve and his family need his privacy and.." "But dad, what happens if Aidan and me fall in love?" "Philip.. hmmm... what do you think, Steve?" Both dads agree that they need to think more about this and for now leave it at, the two young boys need to think about falling in love, but waiting til they get older. They send the two outside to eat their p'n'b sandwiches and glasses of milk. "Y'know, Barry, I don't think it would be such a bad idea if some of the time the boys doubled up on a headshrinker session." "I think I need a few sessions myself, after the boys put their ideas on the table!" The two men laughed, yet they both didn't entirely dismiss the facts about combining households, as wild as the idea may sound. % continued.... Copyright 2005 T. Chase McPhee All Rights Reserved. assgm.net/assgm@yahoogroups.com 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