Date: Wed, 6 Feb 2008 11:51:05 -0800 (PST)
From: T. Chase McPhee <survivalgame@yahoo.com>
Subject: Adventures in Nature 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
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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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"Adventures In Nature" 12
wriTten by T. Chase McPhee

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"I got here as fast as I could. How's Denis?" Barry
questioned, as Steve dove into the enclosure of his
mate's arms.

"I thought things were looking up, Barry... and now
this!"

"Shhhh... things are going to work out, Steve."

"I dunno. He seemed fine when I left him this
afternoon. What happened?" Steve whined, almost on the
verge of crying.

As the two cuddled, in walks Dr. Roberts, tailed by
Luke de Mott and Jack Collier.

Breaking from Steve's grip Barry questions, "Anyone
mind telling me what set Denis off?"

"It's complicated, Barry," Gary Roberts replies,
placing a hand on each, Barry's and Steve's shoulder,
ushering them to a table.

Jack and Luke took a seat around the circular table,
being the last to sit. At the same time, they offer
their sympathies.

After a few seconds explanation, Barry interjects,
"Well yes, it seems that ever since this Matt fellow,
from WRCC, there's been a `domino effect', what with
Darryl Tudyk..."

"Yeah. What the hell has happened to him?" Steve
enters the conversation.

Swiftly calming Steve, hand to shoulder, Barry adds to
Steve's comment, "We would just like to know what's
going on."

Barry suspects something right away, after Gary and
Luke exchange glances.

"So?" Barry asks, his hand calming Steve, rubbing his
back.

"It seems..." Gary gives a shallow explanation, not
going into theories, layman's jargon," Denis has a
problem with meeting guys, an immediate response to
growing attached to them, then after what seems to him
as rejection, well let's just say he can't handle it.
He flies into a fit of rage and...."

Leaving the diagnosis no parent wants to hear, Gary
stops short of saying it. However, Steve blurts out,
"Was it Denis' intention to um... do away with
himself?"

"It's apparent now," Gary informs the dads, "Denis has
suicidal ideations."

Closing his eyes, Steve blots out the world with his
fists gouging at his eyes. "I... I can't believe it.
Things were going along so well this last year of high
school. He had plans of finding a job... attending
college."

As Barry comforted his lover, he confronts Dr.
Roberts, "So what are our options, here?"

"For now, a regiment of medications. You can figure
Denis being here for two more weeks, at the least,"
Luke de Mott gives his opinion.

"It's going to tear his heart out. He was planning on
graduating and... well I suppose this puts precedent
over all that," Steve says.

Gary Roberts explains, "Considering the heigtened
amount of depression and anxiety, it very could well
be Denis is not even thinking about graduation or the
other things which had been important to him."

Reiterating, Barry asks, "So, where do we go from
here?"

Gary nods to Luke, who explains, opening a folder, "It
might be wise to get Denis away from here for awhile."

"To go where?" Steve sternly asks, more anxious to see
Denis at home, back to his old routine.

Standing up, Luke hands out a brochure to each of the
dads.

"North.. Pacific.. Experience Nature?" Barry
questions, looking to Gary Roberts for details.

"Yes," Luke goes on to explain. "Behavioral Health
isn't what it was decades ago. More sophisticated,
`Experience Nature', is a new hands on therapy
treatment for troubled teens from age eighteen to
twenty-four. The staff members at `Experience Nature',
are trained to help Denis cope with the reasons behind
his actions, teaching him strategies to make more
healthy choices in his future."

"Where is this place?" Steve asks, looking at the
serene setting on the front cover of the brochure,
canoe on a lake, surrounded by thick forests of lush
green.

"Almost in our backyard," Gary says, whimsically,
adding a smile. "Salmon Creek State Forest?"

"That's not at all far," Barry says, his hand placed
on Steve's, giving his partner reassurance things
would look up, given time for Denis to heal. "We could
visit him..."

"It would not be possible for you to see Denis, for
the first month of camp."

"What?" Steve acts out, angered, jumping out of his
seat. "He's our son."

Helping to calm Steve, Barry again paws his delts,
saying, "We have to trust..."

"I know," Steve already gets the idea his lover is
putting forth.

"So, what are the details, regarding getting Denis
started?" Barry asks, trusting Dr. Roberts' opinions.

"Well," he inhales, taking longer time to exhale,
"first of all, it doesn't come cheap."

Squeezing Steve's hand, Barry asks, "How much?"

"Roughly fifteen hundred a month," Gary replies.

"Oh shit!" Steve replies to the hefty amount.

However, fully confident, Barry inquires, "You are
thoroughly sure this will be helpful to Denis?"

"Nothing is certain, Barry."

Jumping into the conversation, Jack, for the first
time, states, "We have some references if you would
like to see them?"

Nudging Luke's arm, Denis' counselor slips several
pages from his manila folder, sliding them across the
table.

Steve, even though he's cared for Denis, as sole
guardian, since he was a youngster, looks at this from
one point of view, "I don't see where we're going to
get the money."

"We'll make do somehow," Barry replies, picking up a
handful of the letters from parents, acting more calm
then his other half.

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"What are you working on?" Christian inquires,
removing his tie, unbuttoning the top of his shirt,
not stopping til he hits his navel.

"I `was' working on my first trio," Justin throws the
pencil down on top of the lined music paper, "but it's
just not coming together."

"Oh. Well how long have you been going at it?" He
asks, standing behind Justin, finger at play,
massaging his neck and shoulders.

"Since this afternoon. What time is it anyway?"

"About seven."

Saying nothing more, Justin relaxed, feeling his lover
migrate under the collar of his shirt, taking the
liberty to unfasten two buttons, hands on the inside,
pawing at his lover's hairy chest.

"I think I need a break," Justin informs him.

He was just about to add, `upstairs', when Christian
challenged him with, "What do we have to eat?"

"Uncle Seb made some lasagna. I haven't eaten either,"
Justin replied, trading some bed-time, to fill his
gut.

After Justin asked and Christian filled him in on his
not so exciting day, the ball returns to Justin's
court.

"Well, something somewhat exciting happened to me
today, but I don't know if it's going to really
interest me."

Christian stopped, with a forkful ready to enter his
mouth. "So?"

"I don't know. It's going to take up a lot of my...
our time," Justin beat around the bush.

"Something about school?"

"Yeah," still Justin put off the news.

Setting his loaded fork on his plate, Christian gave
his undivided attention, asking, "What gives, Jus?"

"When Professor Zhang..."

"He's the head of the music department, right?"

"So, you do pay attention!" Justin jokes.

Remaining cool, Christian finally forces the issue,
"So what are trying to tell me, that you don't want to
tell me?"

"I want to. Really I do. It's just that," Justin
exhales, a frown on his face, "Professor Zhang asked
me if I would like to go on a tour of China, with some
other music students from other colleges."

"So? I think it's a great idea," Christian replies,
picking up his fork, working his way through the plate
of lasagna, not realizing the implications. "You
should go."

"I'm not going to be around to be with you, though."

"That's sweet babe, but I think if it's going to be
beneficial for you, we can get along being apart for a
couple of weeks."

The smile on Christian's face began to fade, when he
saw the frown on his lovers.

Coughing, Justin tried to find the guts to finally
say, "It's going to be more than two weeks."

"Three?" Christian asked, thinking it would be
stretching it, but doable. When Justin didn't answer,
he started losing his humor, asking, "Four?"

"Try the whole summer?" Justin finally breaks it to
him.

"The... the whole summer? But that's like eight
weeks!" Christian says, aghast.

"I know. That's why I don't think I should go."

Before anybody makes any decisions, Christian asks,
"Well what are you going to do, besides seeing some
old temples?"

"That's not the purpose of the trip. We will be
working with musicians from China, plus others from
areas in world, gathering for this special occasion."

"Special occasion?" Christian inquires.

"Another reason why this is important to me. The
symphony orchestra will be premiering one of my
compositons. Remember the second symphony I wrote last
year?"

"I remember. Wild horses couldn't keep you from
whistling those tunes over and over again, throughout
the house!" Christian answered, forcing a smile.

"It's going to be taped, shown on Tv, so if I'm not
there, it's no big deal."

However, Christian could see from Justin's outlook, it
`was' a big deal and he was turning it down for him.

"Listen Jus," Christian again retired his fork to the
plate, scooting his chair around the side of the
kitchen table, putting his arm around his other half's
shoulder, "we have the rest of our lives to be
together. Sure, I'm going to miss you terribly for the
two months you are away, but I think it is a good
thing for you to be at the premiere of your symphony."

"I'd like to, but... what about us?"

"We can rekindle the flame when you return. Besides,
then I won't have to worry about being home much,
while Michael reopens and starts up his new
restaurant," Christian tried to rationalize things.

"I don't know," Justin said, like he lost his best
friend.

"How long do we have to think about it?" Christian
quizzed him.

"Like yesterday?"

"What made you put it off?"

"I dunno. Maybe I thought you would be pissed or
something," Justin replied.

Christian asks, "Um, how long have we known each
other? A year?"

"Something like that."

"Well, have we ever gotten angry at each other? Have
we ever had a disagreement?"

"There's always a first time," Justin says, cracking a
slight smile.

"Phooey! I'm happy for you. I'm proud to have you as
my... partner?"

Then Justin comes up with, "Maybe we can get married
when I get back?"

"Or before you go?" Christian says, "Even though we
don't have much time to plan."

"It doesn't have to be anything fancy. Just family and
friends, a reception at the church," Justin adds his
own ideas, feeling more upbeat."

"Sounds cool. Tomorrow I'll get on it, in between
making calls at work."

"I think we both should plan it."

"Right," Christian cuts in, thinking out loud, "Maybe
you can talk to Pastor Jack?"

"Sure. I'll set up a time when we can both go visit
him."

"Cool," Christian replies.

"Chris, thanks."

"For what?"

"For being understanding."

"Yeah, well you better just remember to bring me home
a souvenir," Christian jokes.

"I don't know if he will fit in my luggage!"

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"Tie him nice and tight, Bill?"

"Oh yeah. We'll be in the next state before they find
him... that is `if' some bear doesn't get to him
first!"

Both truckers laughed their asses off, both relieved,
having dumped two loads, down Kev's throat and up his
ass. Plus, before Bill left Kev, stripped and hogtied,
he slapped Kev around, punched and kicked him, til he
was incoherent, leaving his body deep in the woods to
rot.

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"Um, I know I'm cutting it close, but I didn't really
have anybody I was cool with, to go to the prom. Want
to go with me?"

"Me? But aren't you supposed to take a senior?" Jose
questions Mark's intentions.

"Anybody can take whoever they want. I'm just sorry I
didn't..." Mark smiles, as he looks at Jose.

As if reading Mark's mind, Jose says, "Sorry you
didn't know me sooner?"

"Quick! What time is it?"

Jose looks at his wrist, replying, "Quarter to eight."

"We still got time. The tuxedo shop doesn't close til
nine," Mark calls out, already up, pulling Jose by the
arm.

"Wait a minute. You're forgetting one thing."

"Oh? What's that?" Mark asks.

"I... I don't have that kind of cash."

Mark deliberates, then says, "No sweat. I have some
stashed away."

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah, I'm sure. Besides, I'll be working this summer
at Birdy's."

"When did you find this out?"

"The manager called and talked to Tom. He said to be
sure to tell me," Mark responds, glowing with
excitement.

"I can't wait til I find a `real' job," Jose says.

"Yeah. C'mon, before the store closes!"

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"So, how did the daily grind treat you today, babe?"

"Well," Kevin starts in, stripping his white crew tee,
"so far the new guy seems to be working out."

As he peels his pants off each leg, Michael asks,
"Which one is he again?"

"Fil Vitagliano ring a bell?"

"Oh yes. Fil. The one you snagged at Barrs & Bridges,"
it occurs to Michael, as he downs his plaid boxer
shorts. "So, how's he doing? Wreck the truck yet?"

"He better not!"

Both partners agreed, considering the hundred and
thirty thou Michael shelled out for the two Chevy cube
trucks.

"I think he's going to be good for me," Kevin states,
picking up the sheet and climbing under.

"Oh really?" Michael connects the innocent statement
with something of a sexual nature.

Recognizing the ploy, Kevin reveals his own abstract,
"Too bad the back of the truck is refrigerated. Would
make the perfect place to makeout!"

It earned Kevin a harsh niptug, Michael singling out
his right nip, nestled amid the shaggy brown chest
hair.

"Owch! Ow! Ow! Ow!"

With a sly smile, Michael comments, "Yeah, right
Kevin!" Same time, lifting the sheet after spotting
the pup tent. Then, snapping his fingers, he says,
getting up, "Forgot something. Be right back!"

As Kevin lay there, hands behind his head, he pictured
his mate coming back with a new tube of lube or
something. Instead, what he saw, made him do a sit up,
as he exclaimed, "And what the hell are you supposed
to be?"

"Tonight, this room is `under construction'!"

At least one thing Kevin thought about, laughing at
Michael, in the construction man's getup, the thin
tube of lube, sticking out of a small opening in the
utility belt, meant for a screwdriver.  "Hot!" Kevin
shouted out, as he got up on the bed, knelt, to get a
better look, as Michael stood there, yellow hardhat on
his head and to top it off, a pair of unlaced
`Catepillar' boots on his feet.

With Kevin's excitement, Michael added some of his
own, as he held his hard shaft, asking, "Ready for
this jackhammer?"

%

"Very impressive, Maury."

"Think so?" Maury asks, flipping over some eggs.

"Tell me, Evan," Jim asks their twenty year old
college friend, sitting there in a pair of low-low
rise briefs, "you must be feeling kind of sore, after
Maury stuffed his barrel up your ass?"

"Oh yeah," Evan replies, "I can hardly stay seated on
this bench." He starts rocking side to side.

Connor looks to Jim, the two exchanging glances, as
Connor, taking a swig of OJ right out the container,
says, "It sure looks like Maury was plowing you hard."

It went on and on, the two eighteen year olds slinging
comments back and forth, as if praising the events of
a horror movie.

Finally, Evan, a smile to his lips, says, "I think
they're on to us, Maury."

"Oh?" Jim and Connor both say, glancing at Maury, a
grin on his face, as he holds the frying pan in one
hand, turner in the other.

Powerless to do anything, being his hands are full,
Jim walks over and grabs hold of his nips, squeezing
hard.

"Owwww...owch..owch..owch... owch!" Maury complains of
the squeezing and mashing.

"I'm going to squeeze a lot harder, unless you come
clean!" Maury's assailant informs him.

"Okay.... okay.... I'll tell!"

Letting go, Maury looks down at his chest, seeing his
red nips through the forest of  hair.

Connor jokes, "Don't stop, Jim. I think Maury was
getting a kick out of it!"

>From chest to waist, they all drop their eyes, seeing
Maury's boxer shorts tenting.

"Who woulda thought?" Jim mocks.

"Hey, we all have our sensitive spots," Maury replies,
sarcastically. "I have yet to find yours!"

"Don't bet on it. I don't go for that pain stuff," Jim
retorts.

Stashing it in the back of his mind, Maury figures
he'll wait til the perfect moment arrives, when they
can discover the real truth together.

"So? About last night?" Connor reminds them the
subject of the brutal niptugs.

"Yeah," Jim follows through, "was that a put-up or
what?"

They most likely could have provoked Evan enough, to
reveal the information they sought after, but Jim
though it more fun badgering Maury. Connor followed
his lead.

"Maybe," Maury said.

Fashioning his fingers and thumbs in round circles,
Jim made the tips of them into pincers, giving Maury
the message, "We could make you talk?"

"Okay. So I didn't really fuck him. Happy?"

Connor turns to Evan, saying, "Man, you're a good
actor. You fooled me. I really thought Maury was
pounding your ass!"

Smiling, Evan says, "Well it's not like I was getting
gypped. My cock and balls got a hot workout, when he
slid his beer can between my pubes and the bed."

Still not believing, Jim says, amazed, "Well you sure
fooled me, Evan. I mean, I.. we... Connor and me,
thought for sure you are a total top."

"Who says I'm not!"

Disregarding Evan, Jim, arms crossing his teen chest,
says to Maury, "You still owe us," regarding his
promise to allow the two to view him fucking a guy.

%

"You know what's really pathetic, Darryl?" Julian
asks, lying there in bed, head between Darryl's legs.

"What's that?"

"You couldn't care less about how you've treated me
all day, but when it comes to pleasuring your cock...
I don't hear you complaining now."

Smiling, for the first time today, Darryl replies, "I
don't see you complaining either!"

A tough decision for Julian to make, he swishes his
tongue around in his mouth, gets up, using Darryl's
stomach for a catalyst, flings his bod down on the
bed, Darryl's left side.

"Wait! You can't just stop and leave me like this!"

Seeing who is in control now, Julian states, "Oh
really? Maybe I should get some kind of reimbursement
for a blowjob?"

"You want me to pay you, do you?" Darryl said.

"Money? I've never had sex for money and don't intend
on starting."

"Then what?"

Being very sly, Julian tells him, "How about a kiss?"

"Kiss? Why? We've never bothered with that stuff
before?"

"Once," Julian reminds him, "during our first time
together."

"Yeah and it was like... I wasn't feeling anything,
okay?"

"Is that right? Don't tell me you weren't enjoying me
slurping your balls or your cock down my throat,
or..."

"Alright. So I was enjoying it, but the kissing
stuff... I...."

Getting right to the point, Julian dictates, "It's
either I get a kiss now, or no more suckjob!"

Putting his arms across his chest, Julian dragged
Darryl's cuffed wrist onto his midsection.

After a grunt of frustration, his dry hand replacing
his bedfellow's wet mouth, Darryl concedes, "Okay, but
one kiss and that's it!" Tilting his head to the side,
Darryl pecks Julian on the cheek.

"Oh wow," Julian replies in a monotone. "How romantic,
Darryl."

"Did you forget we live together for only the sex? No
strings attached?"

Then, nonchalantly, Julian puts it, "And why does it
have to be that way?"

Sinking his head into his pillow, Darryl stares at the
ceiling, saying, "What do I have to do to get through
to you?"

"On the other hand," Julian rephrases it, "maybe I
have to go to extremes, to get it through to you?"

Darryl didn't have a choice, nor chance to reply, as
Julian took the reins, flopping his body over onto
Darryl's, lining up his lips with Darryl, putting his
free hand behind his head, Frenching him.

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Copyright 2008 T. Chase McPhee
This story may not be sold, nor made part of any
collection, without prior consent from the author.