Date: Mon, 18 Feb 2008 19:04:31 -0800 (PST)
From: T. Chase McPhee <survivalgame@yahoo.com>
Subject: Adventures in Nature 14

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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"Adventures In Nature" 14
wriTten by T. Chase McPhee

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"Anything yet, Jase?"

"No. It's too rocky here to even dig. Besides... what
am I? Your tour guide? Go and find your own worms,"
Jason tells Tony and his roommate.

Matt Drijver and Tony Gagliardi, paired up, along with
others from the swim team, paid the ultimate price for
walking out on Coach Hollister,  humiliating him,
making him upset. Coach could have let the offense
slide. Instead he concocted a plan which would save
some money for him and his fishing buddies, his
college swim team paying the price. One carrying a
shovel, the other an ordinary can, empty of it's baked
beans or soup, each duo from the WRCC swim team
traisps through the darkened forest, hardly a sliver
of moon available. Flashlights are trained on the moss
and leaves. Jason, without a partner, is singled out.
Matt and Tony are blessed with having the nineteen
year old wander along, dubbed as the team brainiac.
However finding worms doesn't seem to fit in the
category of high intellectual expertise on Jason's
part.

"All I can say is it's a cheap shot coach is playing
on us," Tony complains, his targeted flashlight
beaming right next to Jason's light which has been
steadily trained on Tony's beam for the last half
hour.

"Yeah," Matt helps promote the agitated atmosphere,
"how convenient a punishment, having to go out and dig
up worms just so coach and his buds can have free bait
for the weekend, on us."

"Over here guys!" Comes a shout from Troy Kostellic.

"Yeah," Scott, his `worm-search-partner', alerts the
others, "I think Troy found the mother-lode!"

"Tony, you doofus!" Matt calls out, as Tony trips over
a log, falling facedown in the wet, musty leaves.

"Don't bother to ask if I'm okay or offer me a hand to
get up," Tony says, lying there, an elbow planted on
the ground, hand holding his head up as if a leisurely
pose at the beach.

Extending his hand, Matt reaches for Tony, as he
demands, "You owe me one, bro."

"For what? Helping the helpless?"

"You've gotta mean `hopeless', eh Tony?"

Tony could take a joke, but also had thoughts of
getting even for the little spat of degradation on
Matt's part.

"Fuck you, Gagliardi!" He yelled out, as Matt's body
crashlanded, faced down, across Tony's midsection, a
product of Tony's muscled arm.

With haste Tony gets to his feet offering his hand,
extending it to help Matt to remove himself from  the
forest floor.

"I wouldn't take your hand if you were the last jock
on earth!"

However, Tony knew how to push Matt's buttons, so
threw in a bonus, as he groped his own crotch. "Oh
really? Well, tell you what Matthew, there's a sweet
treat in it for ya!"

Matt hadn't picked up on it, but Tony sure felt the
vibes when Matt's stomach lay on top of his pubes. Now
Tony looked for relief, since `Matt' had been the
`cause' of his boner.

"You're missing out, Gagliardi!" Came the shout from
over yonder.

"C'mon," Tony took hold of Matt's wrist, dragging him
up off the ground, the two then high-tailed it over to
where many flashlights made a glowing circle of
digging swimmers, turned worm-seekers.

"Go find your own worm-hole, Gagliardi," Tim Hadani
shouted to the nineteen year old, as Tony dug with his
shovel about two inches away.

"Yeah, Gagliardi," Adam Charbonneau tried imitating
Tim, in a harsh matter, but only provided food for
joking, back in his face, as Tony made fun of his
French accent.

"C'mon," Tony said to Matt, "let's go find our own
worms."

Already into it, Matt held the can for Jason, as he
pulled worms out of their resting places and deposited
them in the old bean can.

"Fine!" Tony said to himself. With a smirk on his face
he paraded off in a different direction, not far from
the crowd of eight or nine swimmers, as he mumbled,
"I'll find my own can-o-worms!" With the fading
laughter and loud talk, Tony trudged through the leafy
matter, dodging in between trees. At a distance of
about a hundred feet, he spotted the nature center
building, a few lights illuminating the windows. As he
came around a fir tree he took in a deep breath,
shouting out, "Oh shit!"

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"Steve?" Barry called out from a crack in the door.
Walking in, he walked up to his partner, shaking his
shoulder, calling out again, "Steve.... Steve."

"Oh!" He said with a sudden start, looking up at his
partner. "You scared me there."

"I've got some good news."

It didn't register on Steve's face, still downcast
from the early afternoon drama of Denis losing it
again.

Getting his wallet from his back pocket, Barry
presented Bernice's check to him. After reading out
loud, "Fifty thousand dollars...yeah great," Steve
replies, in a tone of solemnity.

He thought it would cheer Steve up a little, full well
knowing it wasn't the money bothering his lover.
Sitting down in the chair next to Steve, taking his
hand in his, he softly utters, "Things are going to
work out. You'll see, Steve."

Saying not a thing, Steve sat there with his attention
trained on his blond son, stretched out in the bed in
a comatose position except for the rising and falling
of the eighteen year olds chest.

His comment not sinking in, Barry tries another route.
"I think maybe it might be wise if you took a few days
off from school."

"No," Steve shook his head, "it would be better if I
taught some classes... have the kids cheer me up."

Barry didn't take his lover's comment in a wrong
sense, as kids cheering an adult up, even though he
failed to achieve it. Barry new the healing power of
students' laughter, the interaction during class time
and it's results.

"At least you're taking tomorrow off and I won't hear
anything more about it!" He boldly said.

Now paying attention to Barry, Steve lost all control,
hugging him, griping, even though he's been assured
ten times over of Denis pulling through this tough
time in `all' their lives.

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As Ethan allowed the last employee to make their exit,
he locked Barr's & Bridges up for the night, tossing
the keys in the air, catching them, then proceeding to
his car, as he tried his best at covering a Shakira
tune. Before turning out of the parking lot onto Van
Dusen Blvd., he took a quick glance in his rear view,
seeing one lonely car still in the lot at the far
side. Backing up, he headed in the opposite direction.
Closing in on the vehicle, he noticed a guy looking
inside the drivers side window as if in a constant
stare.  Still singing, "Whenever.... whatever..." he
changed his tune, when he spotted the lone figure,
peering through the driver's side window,
"What-tha..." Unrolling his window, he yelled to the
high school senior, "Problem Jake?"

"I'll say. I went to unlock my car, only thing is...
the keys are in the ignition."

Getting out of his car, Ethan reaches in the back seat
of his 1990's model Ford Taurus. "I know it's in here
somewheres, if I ever decide to clean this thing out,"
he tells of his junk-laden vehicle. "Aha! Here it is!"
In a cheery mood, he yanks his arm out, a coat hanger
attached. Removing his tie, he tosses it on the seat,
unfastening more than a couple of buttons of his white
shirt. "Mind stepping aside?"

Moving out of the way, the lanky high school senior
allows Ethan to approach the window of his Honda
Civic.

"How convenient," Ethan remarks, glancing up at the
overhead light, illuminating at least their two cars.

At the comment made by Ethan, about the bright light
shining down on them, he says to himself, `And how!'

Ethan's attention on feeding the coat hanger in
through the invisible gap between rubber molding and
glass, Jake had his undivided attention on looking
down Ethan's shirt. As Ethan moved about, trying to
gain better access, Jake pivoted himself in different
positions, making like having an interest in what
Ethan was doing, checking out the twenty-eight year
old beyond the facade of the cotton shirt.

"Voila!" Ethan shouted out with joy, as he pulled open
the car door, holding it open for Jake to step inside.

"Thanks Mr. Keratis," Jake profusely offered his
gratitude.

"No sweat," Ethan replies, excited about more than
solving the problem for the high schooler. A side
trade, Ethan could also be a trickster. Jake might
have thought he was being inconspicuous, but to Ethan,
the teen was all too obvious. As Jake sat there in the
car with his window rolled down, Ethan unbuttoned the
rest of his shirt, pulling it from his beltline then
bringing it back over his shoulders, saying in a
joking manner, "So, you like hairy guys, Jake?"

It made Ethan grin more, as he watched Jake's jaw drop
open, eyes wide as saucers behind the glasses and even
more of a gay response, peering inside the car, seeing
Jake's hand move in his lap.

"You.... you're beautiful, Mr. Keratis," Jake remarks,
viewing the pec covering, the stripe down Ethan's
stomach, the deep innie and thin trail stopping at his
belt buckle.

Show over, Ethan buttoned up most of the way, leaving
his shirt tail out. "So, I take it this means you're
gay. Huh, Jake?"

"You're not going to tell anyone, are you Mr.
Keratis?" Jake says, seemingly afraid for his life if
anyone knew.

"What would I gain from blasting the news all over the
place?"

Shrugging his shoulders, Jake replies, "I dunno. All I
know is, I don't want my mom and dad to find out."

"Why? Would it present a problem to you?"

"Would it! My dad would go ballistic. First thing he'd
do instead of me going off to college, he would
arrange to have me enlisted in one of those religious
boot camps where they brainwash a guy into believing a
he's not gay." As an afterthought, Jake ads, "I... I
like being gay."

"It's good to like who you are, Jake."

Ever since that first night Tom and Ethan slept
together, the glow stuck. Ethan hated like heck to
stand there gabbing, when he could be snuggled up in a
bed with Tom. Yet, he wasn't without compassion,
finding a need to stand there, while Jake sat there in
his car and vented.

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Pointing the flashlight straight ahead, Tony moved the
beam up and down, saying, "Y'know, you guys almost
gave me a heart attack!"

"Who you talking to Tony?"

"These guy.... I mean this thing. It's scary in the
dark, you know?" Tony replied, as if seeing
Frankenstein.

"Could be, I guess," Matt says, his flashlight
lighting the crude cutouts of what once was a trunk of
a tall tree, now an intricately carved totem pole,
seemingly reaching up to the heavens.

"I thought you and Jason were collecting worms?" Tony
asks.

"Yeah, but when I saw you heading out from the team I
felt something like letting you down," Matt offers,
flashing his college roommate a smile.

"Okay, so you missed me. Now how about helping me find
some worms before I'm wandering around here until six
o'clock in the morning?" Tony asks, gaily.

"Sure," Matt replies, adding, "You know you're a mess,
man?"

Peering down the front of him, Tony does take notice
of all soiled with grit and grime clinging to him. "Oh
shit.... my favorite hoodie, too."

"Those stains'll be there forever, sorry to say."

Said, as if Matt was showing heartfelt emotion of a
loving nature, Tony got caught up in the feelings,
moving his bold chest up against Matts, cupping his
hand behind his head, placing his lips on his
roommates.

"Sweet Gagliardi," One voice speaks.

Another, "We're supposed to be finding worms, not
snakes!"

They all laughed as Troy fondled Tony's lower half.
Knocking his hand away, Tony accidentally spills
Troy's can of worms.

"Tony, you doofus!"

Bending over to pick them up, Tony takes the
opportunity to stand behind the tall Greek, clutching
him at the hips and dry humping him. After about five
minutes of horsing around, Tim informs Tony and Matt
of their departure, having found their quota of
fishhook fodder.

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Copyright 2008 T. Chase McPhee
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