Date: Sat, 15 Nov 2008 16:21:32 -0800 (PST) From: T. Chase McPhee Subject: Second Nature 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. % "Second Nature" 02 wriTten by T. Chase McPhee % "You're a genius!" Tony Gagliardi calls out, viewing the line of shiny new bikes Chris Gates has put together thus far today. "It's a start," Chris replied. "Between your college team orders and the kid's bike club I've been pretty much doing an 8-6 pull." He lifted the front of his tee shirt to wipe his face. "Got time for a quick break?" "I suppose," Chris responded. "Just let me tell the boss." "No need. It's taken care of," Tony replied. "What do you mean taken.... just the same I better let them know I'm going." It took Chris seconds to stick his head in the back door, yell, "I'm on break" and return. Tony already was in the driver seat. He smiled when Chris took the easy route, jumping over the door of his blue metallic Sebring Convertible and landing perfectly with his butt in the seat. "Looks like you've had practice," he said of the maneuver. "Some. Once had friend who had a convertible," he rubs his hand over the new interiors, "not as nice as this." Then Chris reAlizes, "How many you got?" "Convertibles or cars in general?" Tony asks as they speed out of Barberio's backyard. "Both," Chris says, fastening his seatbelt. "This, the 4x4 and a Mercedes hybrid." "Hybrid, huh? I hear they are expensive?" Chris wonders. "I don't actually have it yet, it being a 2009 model, but I put $50,000 down and will pay off the other $38,000 when I pick it up." "Shit, Tony! I would never see half as much money in a lifetime!" Tony laughed as they sped up van Dusen Blvd. "Where we headed?" Chris noticing they've left town. "I thought we'd catch some brunch at my place. I had some breakfast prepared of which you might like." "This isn't going to be fancy is it?" Chris asks. "I like really smell after working out in the yard this morning. Besides, I've got to get back to the store in an hour." "Fancy-schmancy? Yeah, maybe a little, but you don't have anything to worry about the clothes and as far as getting back to work... " It sounded all strange to Chris, having been deposited in this town out in the middle of the Pacific Northwest, from a town toting a population of seventy, including ten dogs and three cats. But he soon forgot about everything when Tony pulled up into West Hills. Chris slowly reads, "Aut...tumn... Drive." "It's the street I live on." And as Tony pulls through the black iron gates, "Welcome to one Autumn Drive!" "But.... where's the others?" Chris asks about other homes, turning his head to look back down the road. "Only need one!" Tony says excitedly. Maybe he showed off a little, but it was exciting to him, welcoming a country boy from the sticks to his lavious home. "Woooweee!" Chris said of the acutely manicured gardens, bushes and the layout of trees in perfect rows along each side of the road. "Back over there... see the barn?" "I see horses," Chris responded. "Last count there was twenty." "You ride?" Chris asks. Maybe having two meanings, "Sure do." Chris was only thinking of recreational horseback riding. "Tennis?" he asked, more of a ploy to point out the caged in court. "Never played," Chris responded, his eyes moving on up the road. "And over there... see the glassed in house with trees growing inside?" "Looks like an island under glass," Chris observes. "Yeah. Instant Tahiti, complete with sand and water." Chris wanted to ask Tony how much he was worth, but his daddy taught him long ago it wasn't polite to ask. He didn't have time as Tony cut the engine. A young guy, dressed in a tux, approached the car and opened his door. "Sir?" the guy, not much older than Chris, offered to let him out. "Thanks," Chris said to the guy, watching the other one hold Tony's door. He asks Tony before the `tux' leaves, "Am I supposed to tip him?" Tony laughed, telling Chris he was a good jokester! "Wooooow!" Chris said of the interior foyer. "Where's like the upstairs?" He asked, looking straight up to the sun shining down three stories above. "Well, this side are the bedrooms and the other for eating and entertainment," Tony explained of the split-in-half house, a skylight dividing it. "Would you like to freshen up sir?" Chris was surprised out of his gourd when a Michael Horta look-a-like approached him, clad only in a speedo. Tony laughed when Chris responded, "I'd like to more than freshen up with you!" Not only did Tony laugh out loud, but Gerard, one of Tony's manservants did too. "Am I missing something?" Chris asked. Tony responded, "You sure are. Gerard will see to your needs while I check to see how lunch is doing." "This way sir," Gerard said. More stunned by Gerard's looks, streamlined, moderately muscled, the pouch showing an ample endowment, Chris hesitated. "Are you coming, sir?" "Um, you can call me `Chris'," Chris replied as he more walked next to, instead of following, the twenty-seven year old butler. "Yes, sir," Gerard replied as he held the door for Chris. Looking in, Chris was reluctant to enter the humongous room. "Is this like the jon?" Slipping by, Gerard responds, "Follow." `No problem', Chris replied, his eyes following Gerard's ass-mounds shifting back and forth in the shiny blue Speedo. Gerard pressed lightly on two doors, opening them into a rather large bedroom. "Your clothes," Gerard said, his hand paving the way for Chris to look towards the bed. Picking up a D&G shirt he states, "These aren't `my' clothes." Then walking to a closet, Gerard opens it and says, "A gift from Tony." With a flick of a switch, Gerard illuminates the walk-in closet, as big as a small bedroom. "And these are some of your other clothes if you would care to pick out a different outfit?" "No way," Chris says of the shirts and pants hanging up, racks constructed specifically for ties, belts and other accessories, a dozen of so shoes on the floor. "And I'll show you where to freshen up now, sir?" Entering the jon wasn't any less spectacular than the room or closet. Luxury `spoke' in every direction Chris faced. "What is this? A fish pond?" "Hot tub, sir. Would you care to shower or bathe?" Chris said nothing so Gerard turned on the shower. "May I take your clothes?" he next asks. "Sure. No problem," Chris said, reaching back and grabbing hold of his tee shirt, peeling it off over his head. Total surprise hit when he held the shirt out in front of him, Gerard going at the button atop the zipper of his jeans. "I hope you don't mind sir. Mr. Gagliardi gave instructions to spare nothing to make you fully comfortable!" Being adventuresome, Chris responds, "Your ass included in the deal?" Shooting back at Chris, Gerard says, "Shall I lube it up first?" Chris was starting to really get turned on to the idea of living in the lap of luxury! % It was a small reception, the kids having created banners, `Welcome Home Dad!' draped over the center of the kitchen. "Well, well, well.. isn't this nice?" Steve said of the nice gesture. "You like it dad?" Aidan asks. Philip tells, "We made it at school!" "Nice pictures," Steve said, a collage of doctors, a stethoscope, bandaids and something less appreciable, a needle! "Alberto made some Zebra cake and Aunt Bernice is bringing it over!" Barry says, "As you can see Steve, the kids have spared no expense!" As the kids rushed ahead towards the kitchen, leaving their dads alone, it gives Steve a chance to be a bad boy, saying, "And I hope you'll have no problem later sparing the rod, Beary!" "Same ole Steve... a month in the hospital hasn't changed you one bit!" "Twenty-eight days to be exact," Steve corrected his partner. "Twenty-eight very lonely days!" Steve's hint worked, Barry catching him before entering the kitchen, pinning his back to the wall. "Dads!" Philip said in a sing-song, "you're holding up the works!" "Sorry. My fault," dad-Barry responded. "What's this? Presents?" Steve asked, seeing boxes tied up with ribbons. Same time he greeted Bernice, a big hug offered, while Alberto got a manly handshake. Steve's welcome luncheon was very high end, beginning with a fruit cup of which Aidan boasted, "Max taught Phil and me to cut it up!" "Looks good. By the way, where is our chef, housekeeper and everything else?" Steve asks. "Off to a seminar at school," Barry replies. It's then Aunt Bernice breaks her attention away from the kids to say, "And did you know Chef Breau Monteaux has asked Alberto to teach a class on the art of baking?" "Oh really?" Steve asks. "Congratulations." Alberto accepts his thanks. "Yes and you can guess what the main attraction will be." "Zebra cake!" The boys shout. Like serving royalty, Alberto served up the rest of the lunch, followed by the famous zebra concoction, this time in the shape of a star, on top of the cake written `No.1 D A D'. "Hmm," Barry comments after lunch as the two walk to their bungalow, "I suppose this makes me number two dad, huh?" "Not in my book!" Steve replies. Entering their room, Steve turns on the light. Barry turns it off. Like downstairs he pins Steve to the back of the closed door. However this time, instead of only kissing, his hands are busy at work unbuttoning Steve's shirt. Dropping Steve's shirt off his shoulders, the four o'clock sun shines through the window, illuminating Steve's almost hairless bod. "Why don't we get comfortable?" Steve suggests. "I see you can't wait, can you?" Barry asks, his hand feeling up Steve's hard crotch. Steve does the same, commenting, "Like I'm not the only one?" With doctor's orders for Steve to take it easy while making the transition back to home-living, Steve lies back, pinning his hands behind his head. "Feels good being home again, only..." Barry knew what was on his mind, jumping the gun, "Dr. Stahl says you need to take it easy Steve. Be patient now!" He was, except when Barry figited with the button on his pants, taking his time to peel the flaps open. "And what it this?" Steve burst out laughing, lying there watching his mate study his crotch. "Cool, huh?" "And where may I ask did you get a silk thong? I'm sure the hospital gift shop doesn't carry them?" Still in the giggly stage, Steve tells, "Rashid. One of his from home." "I hope he washed it!" Barry joked. "Shiff it. Maybe there's some old, crusty cream still...." "Ewwwwwwwe, Steve!" But it was enough fooling around, Barry instructing Steve to boost his crotch up so he could pull his pants down. "Aren't you going to take off the thong?" "No," Barry said as he began peeling his own clothes. "I kind of dig the leopard skin look on you!" Steve let out a jungle snarl. When Barry knelt on the bed, Steve started to get up. "Oh no you don't. Remember what Dr. Stahl said?" "But..." Steve went to protest. The one thing he looked forward to, after his time with the kids and all, was to service his bear-mate. However he was quickly overpowered by his alpha-half. "Oh now this should be something different!" "Why? It's like I never gave you a blow job, Steve?" "Not... many..." Steve said as the anticipation killed him. Barry teased his lover, going down slow, sinking into the bed. He knew Steve loved his hairy bod, so played up to him, "I bet you missed this, huh?" Steve's head hit the pillow, sinking in when Barry rubbed the head of Steve's cock on his hairy chest. Whether it was termed kinky or not, it didn't matter to either one as Barry moved Steve's cock from right to left, Barry sensitizing his own nips with his partner's shaft. "Oh man! You're killing me, you know?" Steve said, his eyes closed, not imagining what was up next for him. When Barry went down on him, he flexed his hips, Barry coughing as he said, "Sure. Kill me and then I'll come back to haunt ya!" "Forever sucking my cock?" An indirect answer, Barry claimed he couldn't stand all the regular oral work. "Careful of the foot!" Steve reminded him when Barry raised both his legs in the air. "Don't worry Steve. In a minute you won't be feeling a thing!" % With the ringing of the dinner bell, the forty or so boys of varying ages, eighteen through twenty-four, reported to the Pacific Northwest Experience dining hall. Varying in ages from eighteen to twenty, Denis waited in line with his buds. However when walking his tray to the table he normally shared with his buds, he passed up Kyle, Jason, Travis, Hayden, Geoff, TJ, Noah and Omer, to sit at as small table with one occupant. "Why don't you come over and sit with the rest of the guys?" Denis asked. "I want to be by myself," Jared replied. Yesterday Denis was proud of himself when Mitch, one of his psychology counselors, congratulated him on getting Jared to open up. As the day and night and next day progressed Denis discovered he was the `only' one Jared was communicating with. "Okay. Then I'll sit here." Not saying a thing, Jared moved his peas around on his plate with his fork. "You don't like peas?" "I like'em," Jared replied. When Denis made comment, "The fries are really good," Jared replied, "I don't want to talk." "Fine," Denis said, but every now and then he looked up at Jared while downing his hamburger, fries and vegetables. Each time Denis saw only the top of Jared's head. Rather eating a bit of this or that, eating a total of three fries, a forkful of peas, two baby carrots and two bites out of his hamburger, he threw his fork down on his plate, pushing it away from himself so he could rest his arms on the table. "You know," Denis offers, "you better eat because tomorrow we all will need our energy for canoe races on the lake." "I'm not going in a canoe," Jared replied, his head down as if looking at his crotch. "You don't have to you know? Mitch says it helps if some guys stand on the beach and cheer other guys on. I'm not going in a canoe either. We can both stand on the shore if you want?" Denis invited Jared to tag along. But Jared didn't respond. "Don't you care for your lunch, Jared?" Denis' head shot up at the sound of Mitch's voice. "Hi Mitch." "Hello Denis. How are you getting along this afternoon?" He wanted to say it, but declined to tell Mitch he got Jared to talk some more. Instead he replied a simple, "Fine." "I'll be checking in with you later then." When Mitch left, Denis asked Jared, "Mitch is a cool guy, isn't he?" "He's okay," Jared opened up again. Then in a switch of things, Denis got a question from Jared, "Do you think he's good looking?" Denis could have sworn he got a little smile from Jared, but didn't waste the moment to say, "Hell yeah. He's got a lot of hair. Do you like hairy guys?" "I didn't notice," Jared replied, this time keeping his full attention on Denis. "I didn't see much. Only when he's wearing a shirt with a v-neck or his tank top when we're down at the lake." Then Denis kept the conversation alive, "Are you like... hairy?" "Some," Jared replied, still in the solemn tone, but venturing forth, "You?" "The usual places an eighteen year old has. You know, pits and treasure trail, plus a nice bush coming in. How about you?" "Same," Jared said, not wanting to elaborate even though he knew he had some chest fuzz and upon closer examination a few strands around each nip. Then Denis slipped, "I'd like to see it sometime." Catching himself, he tried covering up, "I mean if you want to show me. I can show you mine?" Good thing the dinner was on top of the table. It gave little reason for either of them to take in the view underneath. For sure Denis would have been embarrassed for anyone to discover his teen hard-on, all over talking about hairy bods. But Denis wasn't the only one `feeling something'! % Entering the hotel room, Richard Stahl walked over to one of the armchairs, plopped his ass down, placed to elbows on his knees, propping his head, faced down on his hands and letting out a long, long sigh. "Sorry things didn't work out in your favor Richard," his attorny, Eric Danziger replied. "You okay?" "Um," is all Richard said. Then boldy, he sits up and says, "I can't believe they wouldn't even allow me to have some of his personal affects," Richard talked of his Italian lover's items he had given him. Standing behind the chair, Eric put his hands on Richard's shoulders and rubbed them. "Happens, but in all is there anything more valuable than what you lost, Richard?" Looking up, there were tears in Richard's eyes as he responded, "I suppose not." A key is heard turning in the door. "How was the art museum?" Eric asks Alac as he enters. "Fan-tas-'tic'!" Alac tells them. "And here. I bought each of you a tee shirt!" "Nice," Eric said right away, undoing his tie. "I've got to try it on right this minute!" Richard looked up when Eric ditched the plastic store bag on his lap with one more tee shirt enclosed. Alac watched as Eric stripped the tie from around his neck, followed by the white dress shirt. "Nice," Alac made note of the furry chest and stripe, nothing he didn't see or feel last night, but it looked different in the light. "I don't even have the shirt on yet!" Eric said, firming the shirt now over his pecs and stomach. "Fits you superbly," Alac flattered him. Eric joked, "Feels almost as good as you!" Then looking over to Richard, he shouts, "Hey, c'mon Richard. Let's see what yours looks like on you." "Not now please." "Oh come on," Eric coaxed him on. "I'm not in the mood." "Then it looks like we'll have to `get' you in the mood!" Alac liked Eric's plan to go out. It was like pulling teeth to get Richard ready. "I told you I don't..." But out of his chair Eric used persuasion both talking and pulling him to his feet. "Nonsense. Alac and I are `not' going to leave you here so you can sit and sulk all night." He tried to worm his way out of it saying, "But I've never been to a gay club. I don't have anything to wear!" It didn't work, Alac laughing as Eric responded, "No problem. Except for our briefs we're not going to be wearing anyting anyways!" "I'm a respected doctor. I can't go running around in my briefs. Especially `not' in Atlanta!" Alac differed, "What's so special about Atlanta?" "Because if word gets out I was seen without a stitch of clothing on in an Atlanta gay club... well how do you think that would look with my appeal?" "Richard," Eric starts in with the serious talk, arm around his shoulders as if they were friends from way back, "let me tell you straight. You've got to drop this thing. Your lover's personal effects aren't worth the worrying." Two against one, Alac teams up to confront Richard, "How they say it? Move up with your life?" "On," Eric emphasizes, then continues, "Alac's right. You have to get over this, which might not be right now, but eventually you have to forget the past and get on with the future. Don't forget you have Griffin to raise?" "Griffin!" Richard says, suddenly startled out of the here and now. Alac brings up the point, "Do you think Griffin will terribly mind if you do not come home with any of Aldo's personal things?" "No," Richard flat out says. "Then," Eric gives his last piece of advice, "forget about them." Stripping down, Richard stood there and half-watched as Eric `shopped' for Alac through his own personal belongings, pulling out a pair of briefs with the majority of the fabric attached to a string, the remainder to hold a nice stiff cock. Alac grabbed it away and in no time had his cock stuffed into the pearly red `cock-sock', his balls hanging out. "Well for one thing you're `not' going to get me to where one of those!" Alac and Eric looked at one another, Eric saying, "Oh? So you're going to go after all Richard?" Realising he had actually said `yes', Richard stands firm with, "I'm `not' going with one of those skimpy things, whatever-you-call-it!" "You can't go in tighty-whities," Eric says, standing there trying to decide on one of the other six or seven pairs of briefs he's stuffed into the side of his suitcase. "Here. How about these?" "There's nothing to it!" Richard said, aghast. Alac laughed. "Maybe I wear that one instead?" He snatches it away from Eric as it dangles from his fingers. Richard then judges, "Well there's more to that one at least," he says of Alac's cock and balls cramped up in the netted briefs. "Here," Alac easily strips it, tossing it to Richard, "see how you like the fit." Catching it, Richard turned it in outside right, finding he turned it inside out. "It doesn't really matter, Richard," Eric told him. After going through the rest of the inventory from Eric's suitcase, Richard found the one he held to be the most modest. Then, after getting the whole works wrapped up inside of it, he states, "At least I will have less chance of having anything bounce out." To Eric, bounce out, whether Richard planned it this way, meant he was going to be dancing. However if Eric's plan worked out after a few drinks he would have Richard doing more than dancing! % Copyright 2008 T. Chase McPhee This story may not be sold, nor made part of any collection, without prior consent from the author.