Date: Wed, 14 Nov 2007 14:23:24 -0800 (PST)
From: T. Chase McPhee <survivalgame@yahoo.com>
Subject: Adventures in Nature 01

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.

%

"Adventures in Nature" 01
wriTten by T. Chase McPhee

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The continuing saga of "Nature Walk"

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"Oh-mi-gosh!" Michael called out, turning his face
from the alarm clock, flopping over, his hand slapping
against Kevin's hairy stomach. "C'mon, ya gotta wake
up, Kevin!"

"Whaaa?" Kevin squinted awake.

"Remember I told you about Tony singing in church?"

"Tony who?" Kevin quizzes his lover, still trying to
get a grip on keeping his eyes open.

"Tony Padrezza? Foreman who rebuilt the dining room?
Pavoratti look alike?" Michael added the simulation.

"Who's Padarotti?"

"Oh man are you dense! C'mon," Michael took hold of
Kevin's hand, dragging him towards the edge of the
bed, as he stood, Kevin's morning erection hanging
onto the sheet as if a clothes hook. "I promised Tony
we would come hear him sing his solo."

"I don't even have time to take care of this?" Kevin
asks, shucking the sheet, holding his hand around his
hard, shaft.

"Don't even think it."

"I'll make it a quickie?" Kevin asks, eyes pleading.

"Okay, but you better be done by the time I come out
of the shower," Michael warns him.

Nodding, Kevin asks, "What about yours?"

"Y'know, you're such a pain?" Michael kneels on the
bed, straddles Kevin's pits, planting his knees deep
into his lover's hairy arm pockets, he leans forwards,
jabbing his 9c in between Kevin's smiling lips.
Sitting up, Michael pulses his cock in and out,
flexing his glutes, as if fucking his lover's ass.
With haste on his mind, plus the pleasuring of his
cock, wetness all around the hard shaft, moving in and
out of the perfectly shaped lips, it doesn't take long
before he's shooting his load down Kevin's throat
tube.

"Felt good, didn't it?" Kevin asks, smiling.

"Not as good as the `other end', but it'll suffice!"
Michael tells him, before reporting to the jon, a sly
smile on his face.

Along with stroking himself off, Kevin swishes his
tongue around in his mouth, savoring the remnants of
the salty treat, as he takes care of his still hard
shaft.

%

"Almost ready to go?" Justin shouts to Christian, in
the bedroom, as he fixes his hair in the jon mirror.

"Gotta brush my brighty-whities," Christian responds,
walking through the door, a smile adorning his face.

In the reflection, Justin stops combing his hair,
seeing his blond lover, with light blue dress shirt
and coordinating tie. "Hi handsome!" he says,
grinning.

"Whatsamatter? It's like you never saw me dressed up
before, Jus."

"Oh yes I have. Like Christmas, Easter and a couple of
times in between?"

"Yeah, so?" Christian says, shrugging his shoulders,
as he loads his toothbrush up with paste.

Setting his comb down, Justin turns from the
reflection, to the `nonreflective Christian'. "So,
what's the occasion today?"

"Well, I figure since this is the way I'll be dressing
up for work from now on, I'd get some practice in."

"So, you'll be looking this handsome everyday now,
eh?" Justin says, passing behind Christian, giving him
a swat on the ass.

Rinsing, with an elated feeling, he bends to spit. "Oh
nooooo!"

"What?" Justin asks, making an about-face.

Standing there, a frustrated look on his face,
Christian looks down at his own bod, holding up what
was once his new blue tie, soiled with
`toothpaste-spit' and water.

"I `was' going to tell you to watch your tie, when you
go to spit. From experience. `Ruined a good tie that
way myself," Justin points out.

When he bobbed back up, from spitting, the wet, soiled
tie left a splotch of moistness on his stomach.
"There goes my new $25 tie. I better change."

Knowing Christian worked hard for the little money he
had saved, threw him into a downcast mood as well. He
also knew if they didn't leave the house soon, they
would be extremely late for choir. But somethings
demanded more attention.

"That was quick!" Justin says when he spots Christian,
stripped, redressing in a clean dress shirt.

"Yeah," is all Christian says, his frustrated mind
still hovering over the wet tie incident.

"Here, let me do that," Justin tells him, not giving
him a choice to button up, as his hands are woven
between Christian's arms and ribs.

"Thanks," he replies, watching the pair of hands go to
work, buttoning down his shirt.

"I hope I'm doing it right?"

"Oh, you're doing fine," Christian replies, as he
feels something butting up against his ass. "I thought
you were in such a hurry?"

"I am," Justin replies, with more humping motion.

"Just be careful, will ya?"

"Huh?"

"I don't want you to mess up these pants," Justin tugs
at the fabric.

%

"Figures," Kev said to himself, returning from taking
his morning leak in the hallway jon, passing by his
brother's room, peeking in through the already opened
crack, opening it to find the two naked men in bed.
Halfway down the hall, he caught himself yawning in
the body-sized mirror, arms behind his head, viewing
his hair-defined pecs, the abs trail bending to the
contour of his overhead stretches to the left and the
right, then the swirl of hair around his navel.
Afterwards, he hiked his boxer-briefs up an inch, into
a comfortable hang from his torso. In the kitchen, he
held two cereal boxes in his hands, weighing his
selection between shredded wheat and Froot Loops. "No
competition," he deemed, picking the cereal box with
the little colored circles on the front, the friendly
toucan smiling at him. "Yeah, easy for you to be
happy... you don't have a boyfriend that just dumped
you!" he conversed with the tropical bird. Going
through the motions, Kev gathered the bowl, milk,
spoon and juice glass of OJ.

"Got the coffee brewing?"

"Tom, you know I don't drink coffee."

"Still, you could have made it for your big bro?"

"Um, hint... don't drink it-don't know how to make
it?" Kev says sarcastically.

Ditching yesterday's grinds, Tom asks, "How did you
sleep?"

"I slept. How about you `two'?"

"Stalking the bedroom, are we?" Tom inquires,
shoveling grinds into the basket.

"Your door was left open a mile."

Knowing it not to be the case, Tom states, "I suspect
Hurricane Kevin blew it open!"

Instead of fessing up, Kev eludes to, "So, you and
Ethan are a couple now?"

"Geez, Kev. I took the guy out to the club for one
night. I hardly think it constitutes a full blown love
affair!"

"Oh? Who blew who?" Kev snidely remarks, a grin
creasing his lips.

"I think what goes on in my bed, is my own business!"

With a lull in the conversation, Tom turns his
attention to Kev, who sits back in his chair, hands
behind his head, flaunting his hairy pits.

"Penny for your thoughts," Tom probes his bro's mind.

"Oh, I was just thinking back to when I was nine year
old."

"Don't tell me you're never going to forget `that',
Kev?"

With a broad grin, Kev says, "Remember how I used to
bribe you so I wouldn't tell mom and dad?"

"Dirtiest trick you ever pulled on me! Using a measly
thunderstorm to come into my bed!"

Kev exclaims, "I was scared shit! You know I was
always scared of lightning. Besides, if I hadn't I
most likely would have never found out I'm gay."

Sitting down at the table, Tom says, "Then you
should've been thankful, instead of weaseling me out
of my paper route money!"

Taking up his spoon, feeding his Froot Loops into his
mouth, Kev tells him, "Maybe I should pay you back."

"What? A lousy hundred bucks? A lotta good it's going
to do now. Besides, you're broke anyway," his brother
says.

"I'm not... `that' broke," Kev tries to argue. "But I
was thinking," he scratches his chest, a finger
lingering over his left pec, "maybe I should try to
get a job that pays more money."

"Running away from John is not going to help."

"John is `not' the reason. I need a job that pays
more," Kev says adamantly.

"Alright," Tom rephrases his question, "let's say this
is about more money. You go and get a job paying twice
what you make at Barrs & Bridges. What are you going
to do about patching up your relationship with John?"

"John and I are history. Do I have to remind you `he'
dumped `me'?"

"Really now... the way I figure it, the moment you
decided to sleep with Kirk, it became the other way
around?"

"Listen. Let's just drop it, Tom?"

Tossing his milk-laden bowl in the sink, along with
his spoon, Kev high tailed it out of there.

Tom sat there, pondering over his brother giving up on
such a perfect match, until he heard, "Do I smell
coffee?"

"C'mon in Ethan," Tom invited him into the kitchen.

"I hope you don't mind. I borrowed a pair of your
boxers."

Turning his head, Tom found reason to smile, seeing
his boxer shorts barely clinging to Ethan's torso,
hiked down a couple of inches, seeing his untanned,
hairy crack exposed, as his twenty-eight year old
bedfellow reached for a coffee mug from the rack
above.

"Oh, you didn't get yours?"

"I'll get it."

"No. Sit," Ethan said, persuasively.

Peering over his shoulder, Tom got a reprise of the
boxers hiking down.

"Checking me out?" Ethan asked.

"What?" Tom asked, acting puzzled.

"Saw your reflection in the microwave window."

"Yeah well, it's not like you were hiding it!"

Making a point, as he sets the two mugs of coffee on
the table, Ethan pulls the boxers up, over his navel.

"Too high," Tom jokes, with a sly smile.

All it takes is letting go of the elastic waistband,
for the boxers to fall, showing a good portion of
Ethan's dark brown, hairy pubes, the dark treasure
trail connecting the rest of his bod.

"Nothing there I didn't see last night!"

"I hope you liked the service you got."

Tom kids, "Sure I do. I like it when my coffee is
served to me in the morning."

"I was talking about my tongue serving your bod!"

Laughing his ass off, Tom didn't leave any doubt in
Ethan's mind, saying, "I knew you had more talent than
slinging charcoal."

Leaning across the table, Ethan puts his hand behind
Tom's head, zeroing in for a kiss.

%

"Sleep good?"

"Like a baby in a cradle," Darryl says, nestled
against Julian, as their two bods fit together like a
puzzle. "Thanks for staying again."

"No problem. Where else can I get a two hour fuck for
free?" Julian responds, lying there, feeling up
Darryl's smooth chest, wishing it was more than
complimenting him on last night's activities.

"You always did have a tight ass," Darryl compliments.

"Yeah and I'll be missing you plugging it, when you
decide to give me the boot."

"It's not going to happen anytime soon, I suspect,"
Darryl relays. "Denis will most likely be in the psych
wing at the hospital for weeks."

"Doesn't it bother you?"

"What? Having you as a side-dish?"

"Exactly," Julian says.

"Nah. I told Denis you were staying with me, for
company. He understood."

"Wait. Want to run that by me again?" Julian asks, as
one bicep is threaded into his white tee.

"Sure. Denis was very sensitive to my feelings, of how
lonely I am without him," Darryl explained.

"Right," Julian analyzed the situation, "the key word
here is `Denis', not whomever you decide to cuddle up
with at night."

"Listen. Just trust me. He's okay with it, alright?"

"If you say so. Well listen, I've got to be going. Got
some work to do for school tomorrow," Julian says.

"But you will be back tonight, won't you?"

Trying to outweigh the pros and cons, Julian thought
over the facts. "Yeah, I'll be back tonight."

"Make it early. Always happens, after I visit with
Denis, I get all horned up!"

%

"What do you mean you're all alone?"

At ten o'clock, Sunday morning, Jose wheels himself
into Denis' room, telling him, "Clif got discharged.
His brother came to pick him up."

"I didn't know they could discharge people on Sunday,"
Denis asks, as if a serious matter.

"Oh yes. Anybody can get discharged any ole time,"
Jose fills him in.

To make conversation, Denis inquires, "What did he
look like?"

"Who?"

"Clif's bro."

Moving closer, the seventeen year old faces Denis,
sitting in the chair more eye level, than reclining in
the bed, telling, "So much alike, they could pass for
twins."

"Really?"

"Yup. Same height, looks to be the same weight, blond,
a clone of Clif, only he's two years older I found
out, `cause I asked!"

"Gay?"

"I didn't get `that' personal," Jose tells him, with a
smirk.

"So..." Denis could only think of saying, when the
conversation hit dust.

"How are you and Darryl making out?" Jose beats him to
the punch.

"He's a cool guy."

"Yeah, he is. Have you like... done anything yet?"

"Kissed. After the last guy, I'm taking it easy. I
want to get to know Darryl, instead of getting into a
dead end relationship."

"That's cool, so you seeing anybody else?"

"Nope, but I think one of the guys on the swim team
has a crush on me," Denis says.

"Oh? Who?"

"His name is Anthony Gagliardi... Tony, for short."

"What's he like?" Jose probes.

"He's this beefy Italian guy. Not fat, but not a total
muscle guy. He's kind of cute, especially the way he
acts."

"How did you meet? I mean did he come up to you and
ask you for a date or something?"

Denis giggled, explaining, "'Something' is right! He
asked me to shave him."

"Shave him?"

"Yeah. Y'see, it's a rule Coach Hollister has for
every member of the swim team. We have to keep our
bodies shaved from neck to navel."

"At least you get to keep your treasure trail!"

"Um, yeah," Denis replies, keen to Jose's observation.


As if sharing secrets, Jose says, "I've got a little
bit coming in, down there. Want to see it?"

"Sure," Denis replies.

Of course Jose had to lift his hospital gown,
revealing more than the small stripe of brown hair
under his navel.

"Nice," Denis told him, taking in more than his fellow
teen's treasure trail.

"Mark showed me his. He's more bushy than mine," Jose
says.

"Yeah, well his dad is like a `bear', so he's prolly
going to be real hairy."

"Bear?"

"Yeah. His dad has this dark brown hair covering his
pecs and stomach. he's sooo, so hairy!"

The two giggled.

"I think hairy guys are hot," Jose tells.

"That's good, because prolly Mark will turn out hairy.
My dad is smooth. Like me, all he has is a treasure
trail."

"Cool. Darryl has a nice chest, too."

Curiously, Denis asks, "When did you have the
opportunity to see it?"

"Lots of times. When we were doing community projects.
Darryl always strips his shirt when it's hot out. He
says he wants to `catch some rays', but he never seems
to get tanned."

"When I get out of here, I think I'd like to do some
community stuff."

"It's very rewarding. At least that's how I feel about
it, like working here at the hospital," Jose says.

"Oh, by the way," Denis confides, "I want to thank you
for what you did for me."

"Harry was a bad seed. He got what was coming to him.
I knew you couldn't do anything like what he was
saying you did."

"Oh? How would you know? You don't even know me,"
Denis says.

"True," Jose tells him, "but I know Mark and he told
me you would never do anything to hurt anybody."

"Yeah, but you got hurt doing it. I owe you."

"No you don't," Jose says, "and don't start getting
all mushy over it!"

"Still, I'll never forget what you did," Denis keeps
up. "The lawyer said I could've gone to jail and...."

"But it's not the way it is, Denis, so don't go
getting yourself depressed over it."

"Well, I'll always consider you a good friend."

"Hey, if Mark and I get married, we could be related!"

"Mark and you? Oh, so that's who you meant, when you
said `your boyfriend'?"

"Yeah," Jose smiles, reluctantly adding, "I wasn't
sure how you were going to take it, so didn't say much
about it when I first mentioned it."

A pause in their conversation made Jose wonder what
Denis was thinking about.

"Um, Mark... did he say... I mean he tell you anything
about us?" Denis asks, their brotherly escapades on
his mind.

Knowing, Jose let on, "Yeah, he told me all about what
you guys did, but it doesn't bother me, so you can
forget about it. I'm not going to go blabbing it all
around, if that's what's got you going."

Cooling down, Denis relaxed his spine, leaning his
back in the chair.

To be more reassuring, Jose tells him, "I don't think
anything is wrong with it, anyway."

"You don't?"

"Nope. I look at it like you and Mark having sex
together, well it's like you and any ordinary guy.
Besides, it happens all the time. I've read statistics
on how teen guys have sex with each other all the
time. Most of the time it's out of curiosity."

"Have you ever.. um, been with a guy?" Denis quizzes
the seventeen year old.

"Not really. Yeah, well, when I was fifteen, an older
guy. We held each other's cock and jerked off. I
wouldn't consider it `sex'. Felt okay, but I'm holding
out for the `right' guy. Know what I mean?"

"Sure I do. It's one of the things Mark and I talked
about when we lay in bed together. We felt we had
something special because we are brothers, so saying
something like you just laid on me, we both think of
the same thing. Am I explaining myself okay?" Denis
said, sketchy about his complete thought.

"Sure. Like I said, I'm okay with everything, Denis."

"Cool. Thanks for saying so."

"Anybody hungry?" Jack says, walking in with two
stacked portions of breakfast food, adding, "What's
this? Show and tell?"

"Oops!" Jose says, the front of his gown still up,
from showing Denis his dark-brown teen treasure trail.
He quickly covers it up, then stands up, asking Jack,
"What are they trying to poison us with today?"

Denis, getting up, is keenly observant, watching Jack
place his arms around Jose, hugging him, as Jack says,
"No breakfast for you until you show me the move I
taught you yesterday."

"Which? This one?" Jose says, lifting his knee up,
connecting with Jack's bod.

"Uggggh! Oh shit!" Jack says, releasing Jose, bending
over, walking around the room, groaning as he holds
his balls.

"Sorry, Jack. I guess you thought I meant the
`elbow-to-the-gut' move!"

"No.... problem..." Jack squeals in a high-pitched
tone. "I think you just ruined my nightly jerk off!"

Denis, seeing Jack is not really hurt, though still
fondling his own crotch, says, "I guess Jose knows how
to defend himself?"

"Yeah," Jose explains, "after being with Harry, in the
closet, Jack has been showing me some moves to protect
myself. You should learn them too, Denis."

"Might come in handy. Sure. Why not."

"Show Denis, Jack."

"Oh no. My balls taking one beating, is enough for one
day!"

Jose led off the giggling, both seeing Jack smiling, a
sign he didn't suffer any real damage.

"Still, I'd like to learn self-defense sometime,"
Denis tells him. "You never know."

"Maybe later," Jack tells them. "I have to get busy,"
driving the point home, "doing the rest of Jose's
`chores'!"

After Jack leaves, Jose says, "It was real cool having
Jack show me stuff. He's got a cool set up in his
basement."

"You went to his house?"

"Yup. He lives with his mom and dad... takes care of
them. Anyway, he showed me how to use his exercise
machines. He's got an awesome chest and hot six pack."

"He showed you?"

"Sure. I asked him. He didn't mind taking his shirt
off to show me. He has nice arms, too," Jose said.
Flexing his puny arms, he imitates, "and big bulging
biceps."

They ate their breakfast, Jose sitting at the foot of
the bed, Denis across from him.

"What else did Jack show you?"

"I guess I can tell you, if you promise not to tell
anybody else?" Jose asked.

"Sure. Whatever it is, I can keep a secret."

"When Jack was showing me stuff about self-defense, he
only had his jock on."

"Cool! Is he like... hung?" Denis immediately thought
up.

"Yeah, he's got big balls and it's funny. Jack felt he
had to apologize to me for getting hard. He says he's
into his balls."

"Into his balls?" Denis questions, not sure where this
is headed, but aching to find out.

"Yup. Somethin', huh?"

"I don't think I get what you mean, Jose. Want to clue
me in?"

"I didn't say anything a few minutes ago, but I know
Jack wasn't feeling any pain when my knee caught him
in the balls."

"Come off it Jose. Jack was bending over, holding his
crotch, moaning with pain."

"I guess he had you fooled, didn't he?"

"What do you mean fooled?"

"It wasn't the first time I kicked Jack in the balls,"
Jose tells.

"You mean, when he was showing you some self-defense
tips you kicked him there, right?"

"That too."

"Huh?" Denis asked, perplexed.

Taking in a deep breath of air, Jose says, "Okay, here
goes.... What I mean is, Jack `likes' to get hit in
the balls."

"Likes it? To get hit in the balls?"

"And other stuff," Jose replies.

"Like what other stuff?"

"He calls it kinky stuff. He showed me. He took off
the jock strap, spread his legs and put some
clothespins on his balls."

"And he liked it?" Denis asks, a look on his face as
if seeing something disgusting.

"Yup. After he put more clothespins on his balls, he
jerked off. You should see the cum!"

"You're shittin' me?"

"Nope. It's something I never even thought about,"
Jose admitted.

"Me neither," Denis confesses. After thinking about it
a minute, he asks, "So, do you mean to tell me, when
you kicked Jack in the balls, he was liking it?"

"That's what I was trying to tell you. In fact, it's
how I learned how to do that particular self-dense
move. Jack had me practice on him."

"He let you kick him in the balls?"

"Yup, but not real hard. Well, not on purpose, at
least. My heel did accidentally hit him hard in the
balls once."

"He must've caved in," Denis says.

"Yeah, but he got over it real quick."

"So, you felt alright kicking him in the balls?"

"Believe me, at first I refused, but he assured me I
couldn't hurt him. After a couple of times, I was
convinced I wasn't hurting Jack. He started moaning
like two guys in heat, plus he stroked his cock. Pre
cum was oozing out of it, as if he was enjoying
something sexual."

"Unreal!" Denis exclaimed.

"Jack says he's not the only guy into having his balls
played with. He says other guys like to have other
stuff done to their balls that cause a lot more pain.
Jack says he's a novice at it, but hopes to build up
to where he can take more."

"I guess you can't put a guy down for doing what turns
him on."

"It's good you can be open to it, Denis. I had a tough
time when Jack first mentioned it, but I'm cool with
it now too."

"Did Jack let you use his exercise machines?"

"Oh sure. Jack said I had nice pecs and a taut
stomach, but if I really wanted to grab a guy's
attention I should think about bulking up."

"And?"

"I told him I'd think about it. He said I had `cart
blonch' to use his equipment, whatever that means, but
by the way he said it, it's like I could use it
anytime. Darryl says he has a nice exercise set up in
his basement, too."

"That's cool. So have you seen it? Worked out with
him?" Denis asks.

"Nope."

"Why not?" Denis questions.

"He said when I turn eighteen he'd have me over. He
said something about having a minor in his house and
that it wouldn't look good, being on the police force
and all."

"Why not, if he's being a big brother to you? It's not
like anything is going to `happen'," Denis said, as if
to punctuate a sexual matter.

"I figured so, but I trust Darryl, so just let it go.
It doesn't matter. I can always take Jack up on his
offer. Look, Denis, I have to get back to my room. Dr.
Itagaki is supposed to examine me. Have you seen him?
He's about your height."

"Really?" Then, as if Jose intended Denis to lead him
on, he asks, "Anything else I should know about him?"

"He told me I could call him Tom."

"How old is this doc-dude?"

"Well, Jack found out he's twenty-eight," Jose says.

"Jack, huh? He's got the hots for him?" Denis asks,
wiggling his eyebrows.

"Not Jack's type, at least that's what Jack tells me,
but he says Tom is going to make some guy a nice catch
someday."

"How does Jack even know Tom is gay?"

"Believe me when I tell you... Jack `knows'!" Jose
said, smiling.

Crossing his arms over his chest, Denis says, "I hope
Jack really meant it when he said he wanted to show me
some self-defense moves. He sounds like a nice friend
to have."

"He is. Jack is always looking out for me around here,
making sure I get enough to eat.. stuff like that.
Once I told him I go home to an empty house. So, he's
invited me to stay at his place whenever I feel like
it. He said his folks would love having another son
around the house."

"Cool! Have you?"

"A few times. It's cool too, because I sleep in a
second bed, in Jack's room. He has all this jock stuff
hanging out, like a football, posters of cool athletes
and an authentic basketball hoop hanging on the back
of his door." Then, in a more risque tone, Jose clues
Denis in, "Plus, I get to see Jack when he's coming
and going to the shower or changing his clothes. I
hope I have a bod like his when I get older."

"I hope I have balls like his!" Denis exclaims, the
two laughing it off.

"Yours aren't exactly acorns," Jose jokes.

After he said it, Jose wasn't sure if that was the
context Denis meant, regarding the sensitivity of a
guy's balls.

"Okay if I come in?"

Being the attention-grabber, Mark stood there as both
Jose and Denis looked at him. Moving towards the two,
getting up out of their chairs, Mark hugged Denis,
leaving it to handing Jose a red box of chocolates. To
Denis, he extended a hand, clutching a plastic
shopping bag. "Here, I thought you might like this."

Taking it, Denis opened the top, putting on a smile,
saying, "My football... cool!" Like a pro, Denis
tossed it up in the air and caught it. Even though his
football career only carried over his freshman and
sophomore years, he was a pro at tossing it up in the
air and catching it, without missing a single time.

When Mark turned around, Jose was already into the box
of chocolates, his mouth twisting and turning in odd
fashion, as he tried chewing up a caramel.

"Hey, bro?" Denis called out.

Mark, who slung his head over his shoulder, pointing
towards Denis, asks, "What's up?"

Denis replies, shrugging his shoulders, "I know about
you and Jose, so if you want to hug or kiss or
somethin', it's okay."

"Kiss that?" Mark joked, pointing to Jose, who smiled,
his teeth covered in two shades of brown.

Before the joke could be carried any further, a knock
came to the door, along with a tall dude admitting
himself.

"Hey, Denis, alright if I come in for a quick visit?"

"Hi Tony," Mark beat Denis to greeting the Italian
swimmer, who traded off grabbing up right hands,
tightly hugging their arms between them, pinned to
their chests.

However, when it was Denis' turn, he offered his hand,
only to have it swept aside, Tony giving Denis a bear
hug. Before Denis could breathe, Tony's lips glided
past his cheek, lips making contact. Breaking, Tony
asks, "How you making out? Ready to get out of this
prison?"

"Anytime," Denis replied, even though he knew the
doctors would have plenty of `red tape' to keep him
there.

"Hey, I got an idea," Tony said, spying the football
on the chair. "Wanna play some football?" One massive
hand picked up the pigskin oval, Tony taking steps
back. "Go out for a play," he directed at Denis.

Running towards the far side of the two-bedded room,
Denis prepares himself for the catch, throwing himself
on the extra hospital bed, as he jumped for it.

"Awesome!" Tony yelled out.

Denis smiled a toothy grin, like he hadn't done in a
while. "Now your turn," he shouted across the room.

"Oops!" Both said when the football impacted with the
plastic pitcher of water.

"No sweat," Jose said, squatting down to pick it up.

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Copyright 2007 T. Chase McPhee
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