Date: Mon, 7 May 2007 11:49:34 -0700 (PDT)
From: T. Chase McPhee <survivalgame@yahoo.com>
Subject: Natures Trail 02

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.

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"Nature's Trail" 02
wriTten by T. Chase McPhee

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The next morning, before they were even out of bed,
Diego smelled something.

"Hey! Wake up Seth," he touched his brother's
shoulder, as he stood over the bed next to his.

"Whaa-at?" Seth slowly came to life.

"Smell that?"

"Yeah. What is it?"

"Smells like pancakes to me!"

"Or it could be waffles!"

Now wide awake, the two bolted for the door,
hightailing it down the stairs. Entering the
diningroom, Seth said, "Wow!"

Diego seconded it with, "Will you look at that!"

It had been perfectly set, with a , goblet, plate,
flatware on each side and a cloth napkin anchored
under the fork.

"Oh, good morning guys!"

"Good morning, Freddie," each said.

"Ready for some steamy pancakes?"

"I was right," Diego called it.

"Yup. You was," Seth acknowledged.

Sitting in their usual places, at the square table,
across from each other, so that a `daddy' could be at
each side, they took their seats. Freddy first brought
in a heap of pancakes, piled at random on the platter.


"There's three a piece, to start. We don't want to
waste anything that's not finished, right?" Freddie
told them.

"Is that being respondsabilly?" Seth asked.

"I guess you can call it that. In a way, if I'm to run
a thrifty kitchen, we need to conserve on what we have
and not throw food away at every meal."

"You know what Freddie?"

"What?"

"You're a smart guy," Diego says.

"Thanks. You boys don't forget, napkins on laps?"

Stopping what they're doing, each unearth the cloth
napkin from under their forks, unfold them once and
drop them in their laps. Seth holds the platter up,
while Diego picks his three. Setting down the
pancakes, Seth attends to his own. All the while,
Freddie is attuned to their bustling.

"I'll leave things on remote while I go knock on your
dad's door."

Both boys agreed to that, slapping butter on their
pancakes, Seth a little ahead of Diego, dribbling
syrup over the three-layered pile.

Dressed in a white apron, a dish towel over his
shoulder, Freddie proceeded up the stairway. He went
to the second door to the right. Almost closed, it
extended inwards about an inch. All he could detect is
the sound of sleeping. He knocked softly. The door
bounced open a tenth of an inch. Hearing nothing, he
opened the door a little more, sticking only his head
in. He saw two figures, one holding the other, chest
to back. Retreating, he knocked a little louder. He
heard a faint, "Come in," which he thought was
Alonzo's voice. Still, he didn't think he should enter
their privacy. He knocked again, holding the door shut
with his hand on the doorknob, saying out loudly,
"Breakfast is on the table!"

This time, he was sure it was Alonzo's voice, saying,
"Oh. Okay. We'll be down in a few minutes, thanks."

"Oh, you're welcome," Freddie said. A problem for
himself, he had a semi-erection!

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"Are you running today?"

"Yeah, I suppose so," Jim replied, rolling over in the
bed.

Already, Connor was out of bed, shaved and fitted with
his jogging shorts, feeding his arms into a tee shirt.

"C'mon. The guys," meaning their high school buds,
"are meeting us at Bridges Lane, if we hurry."

"You go ahead."

"Oh no you don't. You're not fagging out on me again,
Jimmy!"

Connor takes a corner of the sheet and whips it off
the bed, as if a magician's revealing.

"Noooooooooooooooo..." Jim complains, his nude body
scrunching up in a fetal position.

"C'mon you wussie!"

Throwing the balled up sheet to the side, Connor
kneels, walking across the bed on his knees. He pulls
on Jim's shoulder, rolling him over, falling flat on
his chest, lining up his lips, in approximation.

"C'mon," he slaps Jim on the stomach.

"Oof!"

"It wasn't that hard. C'mon. The guys are waiting for
us."

Getting up, Jim's cock and balls wag side to side as
he heads for the jon.

"I'll throw together some carbs for us," Connor says,
making his exit.

As he takes a leak, Jim thinks about last night.
Absent minded, for the moment, he yells, "Hey, I
wonder... on your gone." The eighteen year old turns
to the shower, glancing in the mirror, quickly,
rubbing his chin, forsaking the need to shave today.
Turning on the water, he steps into the shower.
Closing his eyes, he tilts his head back, sighing,
"Ahhhhhh," rubbing his hands over his chest, stomach,
following the routine, his one hand stroking his cock,
while the other fondles his balls. Taking the bar of
soap, he lathers up his teen bod, then rinses off.
Turning off the jets, he steps out of the shower,
toweling off. Around his waist he affixes it, as he
steps into the bedroom.

"Surprise!"

"Oh, aren't you the sweet one?" Jim says to Connor,
whom has trucked upstairs a plate, containing two
warmed poptarts.

Connor gives him a sweet kiss, in return for his
comments, then informs him, "We're out of chocolate
milk, so you have to drink vanilla!"

"Vanilla?"

"White milk?"

"Oh yeah. I knew that. Say, what do you think happened
to Maury last night?"

"I haven't seen him. Too bad we got tired waiting for
his trick to show up."

"If the professor did show, at all?"

"It might have even been somebody else, instead of
Professor Perez."

"True, though we haven't seen Ron DiPiero in a long
time," Jim says, stuffing the last tidbit of poptart
in his mouth.

"We've got five minutes to meet the guys if we want to
run with them."

Opening a draw, Jim takes out a pair of briefs. Taking
off the towel, he tosses it on the chair, over the
balled up sheet Connor threw there ten minutes ago. He
slips the briefs on, pulling the beltline up to just
below his navel. Taking the liberty to hurry things
up, Connor chooses a pair of his socks, tossing them
to Jim. "Here!" Jim catches the socks in one hand,
midchest, while stepping into his gym shorts.

"Oooh, two points," Connor says.

"Hey, get me a tee, will ya?"

Smiling, Connor grabs a red, Champion tee shirt, same
brand he has on, but navy, from his drawer. Last
article to put on, Connor walks across the room,
hanging it around Jim's neck.

"Thanks," Jim says, offering a kiss with the
gratitude.

"I'll get a proper `thank you', later!" Connor jokes.

"You got it."

The two head out, racing down the stairs and out the
back door, proceeding out on East End Road, on their
way to Bridges Lane.

%

"Is it daylight yet?" Barry asks, well knowing, seeing
the streams of light cross their bed.

"Yup. Rise'n'shine!" Steve says, quickly kissing Barry
on the cheek, then hopping out of bed.

"Aren't we the chipper one?"

"What can I say," Steve says, adding, "You got what
you wanted last night and I got what I want!"

"Yeah," Barry replies, "I can't believe I fucked you."

"Me neither. I thought for sure you were dead to the
world, after I got under your briefs!"

"On the contrary, Steve. I think it was more of a
wakeup call!"

The two laughed. By now Barry was as ready for the
shower, as he ever was going to be. Walking in the
jon, Steve already hogged access to the toilet, so
Barry started up the shower.

"I think I dread Monday morning."

"What did the `super' say about it?"

"I think he's a little less confident than me."

"Not good," Steve said, shaking out the last few
drops.

Slipping past each other, they traded off a kiss. As
Barry relieved himself, Steve stepped into the warm
shower, voicing his opinion, "Ahhhhhhhh!"

"Likewise," Barry said of himself pissing, but after
flushing he was ready to feel the heat.

%

"Hey guys! Guess what?"

"You missed breakfast," Philip told Diego.

"It's okay," Seth said, "we got ourselves our own
cook!"

"Yeah and Freddie knows how to make real good
pancakes!" Diego says.

Max says, joking, "Better than mine?"

The two don't know what to say, so pick a
middle-of-the-road comment, Diego saying, "Your
pancakes are good too, Max."

"Thanks. I don't want you two thinking that just
because you have your own cook, you can't drop by now
and then for some vittles!"

"Okay, Max," the two eleven year olds say.

"Ready?" Aidan calls out, coming into the room,
dressed in his sweat pants and tee shirt.

"We're ready," Diego says, then turns to Max and asks,
"Can Seth and I help you with anything."

"Help me?" Max questions the good will gesture.

"Yeah," Seth answers, "Freddie said we should ask."

"He did, did he? No thanks. I think I can do alright,
thanks. Besides, Berk will be helping me out."

"Okay," Seth says, adding, "Freddie says it's good to
ask, because it makes good neighbors."

"He did, did he?" Max reiterates.

"Yup," Diego agrees.

Before he goes about his business, he hears a chain
reaction of "See ya, Max!" four times.

As the kids leave, Berk comes inside, wearing a pair
of jeans and sweatshirt. The pits of the sweatshirt
are sweated up.

"How did it go?" Max questions him.

"I think the lawnmower has seen it's last of the
yard."

"That bad, huh?"

"I tried cleaning out the carburator and doing some
other adjustments, but it seems terminal. Have you
seen Barry or Steve yet?"

"They haven't made it down yet, but they'll have to
fend for themselves. We need to get a move on it with
the goodies."

"No time for a shower?" Berk inquires, rationalizing,
"I'm feeling kind of ripe."

Stopping his preparation, Max moves in front of Berk,
putting his arms around him, closing in on his beefy
chest. "I love the scent of a seasoned man!" They
kiss.

"Ahem!" Comes a fake cough.

"Good morning," Berk offers Steve.

"You're up early. I thought I heard the lawnmower
buzzing."

"Yes, I got it going for about a minute before it
coughed out black smoke and died."

"Doesn't sound good."

While he was standing there, Max filled a cup of
coffee and stuck it in Berk's hand, before putting
some eggs on the two plates, the last of the clan to
eat.

"I think you need to invest in a new one."

"If you say so, Berk. How long do we have til it's an
absolutely necessity?"

"Tomorrow?"

It wasn't what Steve wanted to hear and Berk sensed
it.

"The grass is high enough as it is," Berk reasoned,
placing his empty cup in the sink.

"Only problem is, I had planned on working on lesson
plans this afternoon. Barry has phone calls to make."

Max ventures to volunteer, "Berk and I could go see
about picking one out for you, after our walk."

Berk guarantees, "It wouldn't be an expensive one,
either. I don't have to ride around on it."

"I think a tractor type would be beyond our means,
unless it was an end of season model," Steve says.

"And being it's the beginning of the season," Max
says," I doubt it. Ready, Berk?"

"I see we're on our own for breakfast," Steve
cheerfully says.

"The early bird catches the worm!" Max refers to the
old saying.

"I gotcha," Steve replies.

Berk picks up one of the cardboard boxes, covered in
tinfoil, filled with pastries. Steve takes a whiff of
one of them.

"Those your own?" He asks, with intent to hint, at the
homemade baked goods.

"Go ahead. Take two," Max says.

Smiling, Steve thanks him, adding, "See you on the
road."

"Later," Max calls out as the two skidaddle out the
back door.

Outside, Max has the car out, ready to lay the boxes
in the back. He opens the hatchback of the late 90's
model Honda.

"Mmmm," Max says, after laying both cartons in the
back.

"They do smell good," His Turkish lover compliments.

"I wasn't commenting about my pastries."

"But I'm all sweaty. I should at least change my
sweatshirt."

"Okay. You've got five minutes."

"I better hurry!" Berk says with an ounce of humor.

Max watches, as Berk grabs at the tail of his
sweatshirt, taking it off over his head, enroute.
Unsure where it's coming from, he feels a tingling
between his thighs, as he leans against the yellow
Honda. It could be a one of a number reasons; Just the
fact that Berk is a handsome man, or his musky scent,
or the hairy front he loves to lick...

As Berk crossed the kitchen, Steve and Barry look up
from the breakfast table.

Not needing to explain himself, Berk offers anyway, "I
need a change of shirts!"

"Hot looking man," Steve voices his opinion, to his
lover when Berk clears the room.

Barry says, kidding, "Find yourself another bear,
Steve?"

Smiling, Steve offers a simple, "No. I'm quite
contented with the bear I have." He follows up with a
quick smooch, both leaning in, across the table.

"We better think about getting ourselves out there,
which I'm dreading this morning," Barry says.

"Oh? What's the problem?"

"Steve, can you imagine how many parents, let alone
students are going to be asking me what's happening on
Sunday?"

"Well, how's this as food for thought. I'll take along
a pad and jot down names and this way you don't have
to make as many phone calls later."

"Sounds like a plan, Steve. But I only need the A's
through J's."

"Oh? Who's taking on the rest?"

"Agnes will be handling it."

"Isn't she taking on more than her share of the
alphabet?"

"She said she planned on splitting the rest with
Marsha Burke."

"Nice of her to handle the rest."

"It is," Barry says.

With as much as a "Bye," Berk races through the
kitchen, out the back door, clad in his tee shirt.

"Did I take long enough?" He calls out to Max,
circling the Honda, climbing in on the passenger side.

"You had a minute to go."

Even though the twenty-two year old cook was glad Berk
made it back, time-wise, he missed the manscent, now
covered up by a fresh tee shirt and deoderant painted
pits!

%

"Chris, don't you have to be at work? Chris?"

A palm flat on his lover's lightly-haired chest,
Justin shook Christian awake.

"Huh? Oh no. Michael's opening. He said he could
handle things."

"So, what time do you have to go in?"

Sitting up on an elbow, leaning just below his ear,
Christian says, "I don't."

"No? Isn't Saturday morning one of his busiest days?"

"Michael thinks, as a result of the remodel, with the
limited menu, people are staying away."

"Cool!"

"Why? What's on your agenda?"

A shaking-awake hand changes to a playful one, toying
with his lover's chest.

"Not much. I have a composition to write, but figure
we could kill two birds with one stone."

"Oh? How's that go?" Christian asks, doing likewise, a
hand moving along Justin's side, feeling up his lover.

"I don't think we've ever been on a picnic."

"Nope." Christian seconds it, saying, "Would be nice."

"We could hike the trail up by the environmental
center?"

"Get a little lost?" Christian chuckles.

Smiling, Justin says, "I think we can take some time
out for romance."

"I was counting on it!"

With not a care in the world, the twenty year old
pushes Christian over, laying on top of him. He licks
his right nip.

"Oooooh......."

"Last night," Justin says, "felt real good."

"What your doing now feels good!" Christian states,
moaning again when his dime-sized nip gets
side-swiped.

"I hope you didn't mind the `69' last night?"

"Nooo, not at all. Once in awhile it feels good to
deviate from the normal."

"Well, just the same I miss servicing you and..."

Before Justin can finish his thought, about missing
out on getting fucked, Christian jumps in with, "Yeah,
even though you tasted real good, I missed doing you."

"Why didn't you say something?"

"Because I liked following your lead. Like I said,
sometimes doing things differently feels good.  Plus,
it's rare I can cum twice."

"I guess those were the good old days," Justin reminds
him.

"I dunno," Christian says, thinking of how he could
fuck Justin, come, wait a half hour, fuck him again.

"Old age?"

"I'm only twenty-three."

"Almost twenty-four," Justin tells him.

"I've got fifteen days."

"What are we doing for your birthday?"

"I dunno. Why don't we get ready for our day and think
about that later?"

"Yeah. Cool," Justin agrees.

"I have an idea."

"What?"

"Why don't we `rough it' today."

"How's that go?" Justin questions him.

"No shower... no shave?"

"Why not? Since we drank each other's loads last
night, there's not a scaley mess to clean up!"

"Is that a musician's joke?" Christian tries to be
funny.

"I'll let that one slide," Justin adds a good natured
laugh.

"At least I tried!"

Without further interruption, the two throw on jeans
and tee shirts. After making a coupla ham and cheese
sandwiches, they pack brown paper bags.

"I haven't used my backpack in ages."

"Oh, so you're used to taking boys on long hikes?"

"No. In the past I went with the boy scouts, but then
on my own."

"So, you're used to these mountains?"

"I grew up around here, remember?" Justin tells him.

"Yeah. Right. What does a Jersey-boy know?"

"Don't they have parks in New Jersey?"

"Yeah, but I was always too busy scraping up a buck
and carving out a living to use them."

"Then let's not make this the last of our days off
together," Justin says sweetly, giving Christian a
peck on the cheek.

With a smile on his jaw, Christian says, "I'm so glad
I met you."

"C'mon. Let's fill my backpack and get outta here,
before you have me bawlin'!"

%

"Hey dad?" Jeremy tapped Chad's shoulder with his
finger.

"Huh?" Chad said, opening one eye, then the other.
"What's up?"

"Aren't we going on a nature walk with the guys?"

"What time is it?"

"Almost eight-thirty," Jeremy replied, as he held
their tiny alarm clock in his hands.

"Hey!" Chad yelled, almost punching Matty in the
shoulder.

"Wha-at?" he yelled back, the instantaneous motion of
his hand accidentally taking the sheet from his body.

"Wow, you're hairy!" Jeremy spoke his gut reaction
about Matty.

Matty quicky covered up his bottom half, halfway up
his stomach.

"Yeah, well, some of us are and some of us ain't,"
Matty comments. What's up?"

"Nature walk," Chad says, all the explanation
necessary.

"It's been ages," Matty replies.

Jeremy says, "We have to hurry. Aidan, Philip, Diego,
Seth, James and Caleb... they'll all be there."

"Come on," Chad says, slapping Matty on the stomach,
peeling the sheet from his bod, hopping out of bed.

Watching his dad, Jeremy notices his schlong bobbing
around.

Not meant to embarrass, Chad remarks, "Whatsamatter?
Never see a guy's cock before?"

It's then Chad notices Jeremy turning red.

"Look, you embarrassed the kid," Matty scolds him.

Sitting down on the bed, Chad swipes part of the
sheet, covering his lap.

"Sorry about that, Jeremy."

"It's okay, Dad and yeah, I've seen other guys'
privates before."

"Why don't you go down to the kitchen and get yourself
something to eat?" Chad says.

Matty adds, "Yeah and we'll get ourselves together."

"Okay, dads. I'm all ready."

"At least somebody is!"

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Copyright 2007 T. Chase McPhee
This story may not be sold, nor made part of any
collection, without prior consent from the author.