Date: Sat, 21 Jul 2007 10:47:38 -0700 (PDT) From: T. Chase McPhee Subject: Natures Trail 12 The story below is a work of fiction, set in the format of reality. Any resemblances to real people, alive or in the hereafter, is entirely coincidental in nature. It is not meant to accurately reflect upon persons, in towns, cities, countries, nor governmental areas, which the story is staged. If a sexual scene 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 state and countries, you are not allowed to read this story, by law. Check with your local laws regarding such. % Sexual safety matters. Remember guys, this is fiction. In real life, use protection. % "Nature's Trail" 12 wriTten by T. Chase McPhee % "Not in the mood for love?" Michael asked Kevin, as they lay in bed, staring at the ceiling. "It's not that. Today you made me realize something." Usually it's Kevin who turns on his side, places his hand on Michael's chest, begins massaging his chest fur, then begins tonguing him all over. Tonight, Michael takes the initiative, sliding his arm under Kevin's neck, butting his front up against his arm and thigh, lightly rubbing the twenty-seven year old's hairy chest, a single finger tracing the stripe down his stomach, then rebounding, playing up to Kevin as a bottom to a top. "What's that?" "When my dad kicked me out of the house I felt so alone, like I didn't have a soul in the world to care about me." "Now you know that's not true." "Now, yes. But then I kind of felt, like fear." "Fear?" Michael asked, nudging closer to Kevin's bod. "Yeah. Fear that I'd never find a man to love." Right there, Kevin said a lot and Michael played up to the feeling, replying, "That's in the past. Don't you feel different now?" Shimmying around, moving to his side, Kevin faced Michael, saying, "More than I thought I could ever feel." His response seemed to lead right into matching up their lips, pressing their bodies together, lifting arms and sagging over each other's shoulders. Kevin lifted his leg and place it over Michael's, his cock riding Michael's thigh. For now both felt peace like they haven't felt before. % Knocking on the bedroom door, opening it a little, Barry asks, "May we come in?" "Sure," Denis replied, sitting there on his bed, propped up against the wall, barechested, donning only his gym shorts, tossing a football up in the air with one hand, catching it with the other. Steve and Barry parked their asses on Mark's bed, facing Denis'. "Not to get Mark into trouble, but he mentioned something about Coach Hollister reprimanding you today, at the pool?" "Oh yeah. `That'," Denis replied, with a touch of attitude. Tossing the ball up in the air still, Steve reaches over, catching it, saying, "I think we should have your undivided attention?" Shrugging one bare shoulder, the eighteen year old replied, "Yeah.. Okay.." "So, you want to enlighten us on the incident?" Barry grilled him. Denis' chin dropped to his chest, his hands flopping down, folding across his abs. One hand slipped down, running over his thin, dark blond treasure trail, then stopped. "Was it your fault?" "Kind of... well, not totally." Trying to formulate his thoughts, before speaking, Dennis pinned his hands behind his head, flashing his golden pits. "Well?" Steve prompted. With his thoughts sorted out, Denis replied, "Okay. This is what happened. Even though four lanes were open to the swim team, Coach Hollister has us all in the water. There's this one freshman guy, Matt Drijver, who Mark and I kind of got friendly with. We got to talking about science...." "Science?" "Yeah. Let me explain. We got on the subject of buoyancy and he wondered what the ratio would be of my weight, in the water or out. So, when Coach Hollister was instructing the guys in the pool, I jumped on Matt's back, put my arms over his shoulders and held on, like a piggy-back ride." Steve anticipates, "Then coach turned around and saw you?" "No. That's the thing. His attention was so wrapped up with the guys in the water, he didn't see us fooling around. That is not until..." "Until?" Barry asked. "The other half of the experiment. Even though Matt and I were in the water, we thought we were out of Coach Hollister's view, so we thought. We tried the other half of our hypothesis. In deeper water, I got on Matt's back, only we didn't count on coach's peripheral vision." "So, he got on your case?" Barry insinuated. "Yeah," Denis replied, sitting forward, indian-style, elbows on the sides of his knees, his spine curved over. "But I was the only one who got into trouble!" "Oh? And why's that?" Steve asks, an inquisitive look on his face. "Well, as I see it, most likely, to coach, it looked like I was horsing around, like I ambushed Matt or something." "And what did Matt have to say?" "That's the thing. He didn't say anything. He let me take all the heat." "Doesn't sound fair," Barry tells him, "but I think the object of this whole incident is you should not be fooling around, especially when you are an invited `guest', whereas the others are registered students. What do you think?" "You're right, but..." Picking at the little fuzzy cotton balls, intervowen with the fibers of his bedspread, Denis mulled over some other facts, which he wasn't sure if they were pertinent to the subject. Shifting from Mark's bed, to Denis', Barry sat in front of the teen, addressing him, "If you have more to add, then say it, so we can have this over and done with." "I felt like a real jerk in front of the guys, but at the same time, when Matt said nothing, I got the feeling I wanted to punch him out." "Natural, I would say," Steve tells him, "but you know violence doesn't solve anything." "Yeah, I know," Denis responded. "I probably wouldn't have anyway," he said, looking up at Barry, holding his glance with the eye-to-eye contact. Dead silence filled the room. The look in his father's eyes, pleaded for more information. So, filling his lungs up with air, Denis spewed out, "Because I like Matt too much to ever want to do something like that." "Like?" Steve asked. It seemed Denis was using a mild word for his sense of caring. "Okay," Denis began to confess, "I like Matt more than liking him." "Have you `done anything'?" Barry confronts him. "We waited a coupla times for the showers to empty out. Got intimate. Only orally. That kind of stuff." "I see," Barry replied. "Does Mark know about your intimate relations with Matt?" "Sure he does. We don't keep secrets from one another." "I think I'm missing something here," Steve says, scratching the top of his head, as if to stimulate his brainwaves. "Me too," Barry agrees, adding, "which brings us to another topic of discussion." Denis watches as Barry gets up from the bed, goes to the door, opens it and invites, "You want to come in now, Mark?" "Sure dad," he replies. Steve gets up off of Mark's bed, walks over to where Barry is standing, near the computer hutch. "Want to have a seat?" Barry strongly offers to Mark. He sits on the side of his bed. Barry starts up the topic, "A few weeks ago, your father," meaning Steve, "came in here to wake you fellas up. Seems he found you two in bed together, in the buff, no less?" Without an ounce of embarrassment, Mark tells them, "It's possible." "We've been sleeping together," Denis informs them. "Any problem with it?" "Yeah," Mark adds, "it's not like we're real brothers," meaning biologically. Steve left the talking up to Barry, who then summed it up, "I guess the basis would depend on how intimate you have reached and what your feelings are towards each other." Steve does bring up, "As I recall, about a month or so ago, your comments, Denis, sent Mark running off to your room, in tears." "Yeah," Denis admits, "I kind of regret what I said to Mark, but we kind of have that all taken care of." "Oh? Want to enlighten us?" Steve asks. Denis gambles, saying, "Isn't this `our' business?" Shifting positions, from his relaxed position, moving his foot from the rung of the chair, to the floor, Barry stands up, approaching the bed, saying, "I think as long as we are providing the roof over your heads, not to mention the fact your little brothers caught you two spooning each other, as your father did on that day... yeah, I'd say it was our business." He waited a few seconds to say, "So?" First, Denis directed to Mark, "I told our dads about Matt Drijver." Mark looked up at both dads, then over to Denis. In bed, Mark might be known as `teen-on-top', but when it came to talking, Denis seemed to have more gumption. So, with three pairs of eyes trained on him, Denis unraveled the mysterious facts the dads sought out. "Mark and I have deep feelings for each other. We're not what you would consider lovers, though." "Oh?" Barry commented, ready to say something else. "Can I finish, dad?" Barry gestured for him to continue. Steve sat in the hardwood chair backwards, arms over the back, resting his chin on his blond-covered forearms, alert to the conversation taking place. "Mark and I slowly became curious about stuff gay guys do with each other." "Yeah," Mark then spoke up, "at first we talked about it, after `lights out'. We talked about things we heard in the lockerroom, other guys bragging about masturbating each other. Doing stuff gay and straight guys do." "But then it happened," Denis took over. "Right after Mark had his little tissy-fit and we made up, I then realized that I really loved my brother." Wtih a little smirk on his face, Mark tells them, "But not the way regular brothers love each other!" Before the dads could get involved, Denis continued, "So, one thing led to another and soon we both wound up in my bed." "With our clothes on," Mark added. "Yeah, but it didn't really last long and it's prolly more because of me." "And why would that be?" Barry asks. "I mean, it seems to me if Mark came over to your bed, it wouldn't only be you instigating the involvement?" "Y'know," Denis continued, "practically my whole teen life, when I really began thinking about what it meant to be gay, sexually that is, I thought of myself as a top. But then, when Mark lay there next to me... well it was me who started feeling Mark up, under his shirt. It was my doing, having him sit up so I could strip his night shirt off, over his head. Mark didn't ask me to take my shirt off. I just volunteered it. His shirt was off, so I had to take my shirt off." Like it was clear in his mind, as if happening last night, Mark added, "I had such a desire to touch Denis, maybe kiss him, but then..." Distracting Mark, Denis took over, "I had this insatiable desire to have him. So I got up and told Mark to lay down in my bed. He's the first guy I ever bedded. I wanted to touch him, make love to him and once I had those desires implanted in my head, I couldn't help myself. I just went to it, licking and sucking him." "That's quite a story," Steve finally said. "One question," Barry cautiously approached, "how far have you boys gone?" Looking at their dads, Denis blurts out, "All the way. Is that bad?" "Well," Barry exhales, "as I see it, you two are eighteen years old. Old enough to make your own decisions. I don't think there's a right or wrong to the special relationship you both have developed here. But what concerns me now, is your feelings towards each other, now with this `Matt' fellow involved?" "Can I say something?" Mark asked, gesturing the timeout sign. Being given the go ahead he explained, "I think from the time I came into Denis' bed, I didn't really think of two brothers sharing their bodies as right or wrong. I think it came to where I was more curious." "Yeah. Me too," Denis sided with his feelings. Mark went on, "I suppose getting into each other's bed, became a habit, after trying it the second time, then the third time and so on." "He's right," Denis said. "But I also think it became a contact issue too." "Oh? How's that go?" their father asks. "Neither of us experienced what it was like being naked and feeling up another guy. When I was lying there in Denis' bed, with him licking me all over... and then when..." Mark suddenly froze up, when it came to below the belt, but he persevered, "When he started licking me `down there', I..." "He can't explain what I felt. Like I was getting at before. I never thought of myself as a bottom guy, but once I crossed the line, going below the belt, I knew I had to... no, I was compelled to suck him. Am I being weird or something?" "No," Barry finally cracks a smile, looking towards Steve, then darting his attention back to the boys. "You're an eighteen year old gay man. By the way you've explained yourself, I take it you haven't done anything with other boys..." "No way. I never did anything with a guy until I got with Mark." "I can tell you from a man's point of view," Barry related to his own experiences, "the first time is very special and I also think since this is the case, as it has been with you two boys, there's no reason why you shouldn't have gotten all hyped up." "I know this is kind of a weird question and maybe I should have asked it in the beginning," Mark asks, "but do other sons talk to their fathers like we're talking to you. I mean, being so vivid and all about sex?" "I don't really know," Barry bounces back to them. "All I can say is I'm happy we can all be so open about it, instead of keeping it bottled up inside us." Shrugging his shoulders, Denis says, "I feel real good about it." "Me too," Mark agrees. Barry looks at his watch. He hasn't realized he's been standing there for an hour and a few minutes. "It's getting on ten o'clock. Anything else you boys want to add?" Steve interposes, "I'm not so sure we got the proper response from either you, regarding your feelings for each other and this thing with Matt Drijver?" "Good point," Barry tells him. The two teens look at each other, then smile. "Like Denis says. We have some strong feelings for each other. I myself don't know where the boundary is between brotherly love and... well, regular love, whatever it's called. When you asked if we went all the way... well, yeah we did and I think it was born out of more a spur of the moment thing, coupled with our racing testosterone levels." "Yeah," Denis says, "we didn't think about it, it just happened." "But about Matt," Mark picks up. "I think Denis is real brave." "Oh? How so?" Steve asks. "I think it was last week, we talked it over in bed our feelings about each other. He came right out with having oral sex with Matt, in the lockerroom showers." "Yeah, well I felt like I was taking a chance. A couple of nights before, I was trying to read Mark's feelings for me, so I could tell him about Matt. It was eating me up inside that I was hiding something from him... Even if I didn't get the reaction I wanted, feeling we loved each others like lovers, I would have to tell him." With a solemn, glum demeanor, Denis said, "Then I would have hurt him again." The two teens looked at each other, Barry again interrupting, "It's ten o'clock. I think we better call it quits. I think your father and I have more of an understanding about things." Mark volunteered, "Well, it was sure good to talk it over with you dads." "Yeah, I agree," Denis said, more chipper. "Good. Then I think you should turn in and we'll see you tomorrow." As Steve got up from the chair, Denis asks, "I still have a question." "Yes?" Barry turns back, after opening the door. "Is it right or wrong for Mark and I to have sex together?" For a short interval, Barry thinks it over, replying, "Even though we're your fathers, I don't think either of us can call it right or wrong. If either of you boys were seeing different guys altogether, outside of our family, then I think we could rationally agree or disagree. But no, I think we should leave it up to your consciences. You're both eighteen, almost high school graduates, soon to be matriculating college students, ready to enter a man's world. My thoughts are you are two responsible individuals who can make up their own minds about situations such as this. Good night!" Closing the door, Steve remarks, "Bravo!" Barry sighs a long exhale of relief, saying, "You think they got it, Steve?" "I don't know if I even got it!" Wiggling his eyebrows, slapping Steve on the ass, he says, "Oh, but you `are' going to `get it'!" % Copyright 2007 T. Chase McPhee This story may not be sold, nor made part of any collection, without prior consent from the author.