Date: Sat, 19 Apr 2008 10:29:52 -0700 (PDT)
From: T. Chase McPhee <survivalgame@yahoo.com>
Subject: Adventures in Nature 18

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" 18
wriTten by T. Chase McPhee

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"So, what do you think Steve?"

"About Aidan?"

"Guess again," Barry replied as Steve lay with his
head almost dead center inbetween Barry's pecs.

"Give me a hint. Are his initials 'T' 'L'?"

"No, not Tom. Try 'J' 'C'?"

"Jesus Christ?"

"No, you idiot, Josh Crew?"

Both laughed, Steve saying, "Yeah I think he has a
sexy chest, but..."

"Yes?"

"Not as sexy as my Beary!"

Like the gunshot at the start of a race, Steve was
gung-ho, using Barry's nips for handles, scooting up a
bit, his tongue wetting down his fur mat. Steve smiled
as he licked, immediately feeling something poke him
in the abs. Centering his pubes over his partner's, he
used his balls to massage the massive shaft.

"I didn't know you were into belly dancing, Steve!"
Barry said with a chuckle.

Not saying a word, Steve looked up at his lover til
the whites of his eyes shone below, releasing his grip
on Barry's reddened nips, his tongue stuck out,
coating the center of his hairy bod with warm saliva.

"All I can say is you better get down there fast!"

Using his hands, Barry presses against Steve's
shoulders, the force making his tongue glide faster
over his hairy stomach, without as much as a swipe
over his navel. No hint or further coaxing is needed
as Steve lifts up his head, coming down over the hard
shaft, taking it in to the back of his throat.

"I don't know how you do it, but it feels so fucking
good, Steve!"

It took many nights, but time paid off as Barry felt
the sides of his fucking tool compressed as it slid
down his lover's throat.

"Yeah, that's it Steve. Now sing me a song!"

At the onset of Steve humming up a storm, Barry's head
sunk into his pillow, his voice telling how insane he
felt from the awesome feeling of having his cock
mesmerised by the vibrating timbre of Steve's song.
Even though Barry slowly lifted and dropped his ass to
the mattress, Steve's head lifted and fell, the two
working together to bring Barry to the edge.

"Shit!" Steve called out, pulling off of Barry.

"I don't know how you can tell Steve?"

"Just get your cock inside me before you blow your
load, huh?"

The alpha male theory went down the drain, as Steve
shelled out the orders, telling Barry to get up while
his back slapped against the sheets, hoisting his
thighs up. Using strength he didn't know he possessed,
Barry grabs ahold of Steve's torso, using it as a
catalyst to drive his shaft deep within.

Arching his back, Steve grunts, "Grrrrrrrrr," as Barry
drives the tip in til his balls are slapping up
against Steve's ass.

Like Steve provided the stimulating tune, Barry bangs
the drum, the adrenaline rush causing him to force his
cock in roughly, exit to almost falling out and
driving it back in, utilizing muscles he didn't use
even in the last sixty times he's fucked Steve's ass.

Sweat flying like raindrops, the bed shaking as if an
old B-52 ready to take off, the two go at it, moaning
and groaning as if twenty frat guys at an orgy.

The volume turned up, Barry shoved Steve so hard when
he came, Steve claimed he had a bad headache
afterwards from his head hitting the board.

"Yeah," Barry said ten seconds after pulling his slimy
cock out, his shoulder blades diving into the bed,
"amazing how painful it is after the initial high."

"It's not over yet," Steve called out, his hand
wrapped around his stiff cock, stroking it madly.

Seeing the opportunity, Barry regains his 'alpha'
title, turning to his side, saying, "Relax" to Steve,
his hand replacing his partner's, jerking it from base
to head, seconds passing before white chains of cum
fly out. "Yeah.. come on baby!" Barry gets into it,
fifteen seconds later still making ropes take flight,
shooting all over Steve's tight abs.

As things wind down, Barry slowly takes up the slumber
position, his hand using the spent goo to massage
Steve's softening cock, smothering his lightly-haired
pubes and the fuzz below his partner's navel.

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"Hello?"

On the other end of the line, a soft, sexy voice tells
Maury, "I want to thank you for the awesome time I had
earlier this afternoon."

Speaking his mind, Maury states, "Too bad it went so
fast Like, too bad you had to report back to work.
Hey, what are you doing now?"

Lying on his bed, Josh Crew smiled, replying, "I've
got my hand down my pants. Why?"

Each led the other on, Maury issuing the strong
suggestion, "Why don't you get your ass over here? I
have a sudden urge to tie a detective to a chair and
interrogate him!"

Josh quickly removed his hand from his pants, closing
off their phone call with, "Let me put a shirt on. I'm
on my way!"

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"He sure looks different than the day we saw him on
campus," Connor mentions to Jim as the two peer
through the glass dividing the disinfected area of the
hospital to the waiting room.

"Sure is. I can hardly recognize him with him all
bandaged up like that."

"Looks like a mummy," Connor suggests.

"Poor guy," Jim thoughtfully says.

"Yeah and he was so.. I mean..."

Seeing the same vision, Jim fills in the blanks,
"Yeah, Kev was... is a hot guy."

The two look at each other and crack a smile.

"Excuse me, but are you family?"

"Family?" Jim asks the scrub, dressed up in the smurf
outfit.

"We're Kev's friends from school," Connor replies, not
making the distinction between he and Jim being in
high school, Kevin in college.

"If you're not family then how did you get in here?"

Taking a couple of steps towards the six foot, one
inch nurse, Jim tells him, "Through the front door. So
what's it to you berry-blue?"

Connor cracks a little smile, seeing how much his
eighteen year old lover resembles Maury when they play
out a bdsm scene, except Jim doing it naturally.

"Um, well... ah, we have rules around here and..."

His smile grew, Connor knowing right away, before too
long, Jim was going to wind up 'owning' this muscle
jock!

"'Rules were meant to be broken', isn't that what they
say?" Jim recalled the over emphasized phrase when the
occasion rose.

"Yes, but..."

"So what are you gonna do about it?"

Keeping his laughter to himself, Connor didn't want to
interrupt the perfect charade, the tall, muscular
nurse slowly falling under Jim's spell.

Before the nurse could answer, he looked down between
himself and Jim. Jim's attention, his eyes darting
down between them, picked up the focus of his
curiosity. Like Connor thought, Jim was absorbing some
of Maury's characteristics, but realized now also some
of his own moxie.

"Well, will you look at what we got here?"

Connor could not refrain from at least giggling as Jim
held the nurse's cock right through his blue bottoms.

"Ohhhhhhh," the nurse exclaimed, his hand going to
Jim's hand, not realizing he was squeezing not only
the hand but his own cock.

With more of Maury's moxie, perhaps the same intuition
Maury had when first meeting up with some guy, Jim
dictates, "I'd advise you to get your hand off of me
boy before I have to do something rash!"

Giggling louder, almost laughing, Connor couldn't
believe Jim utilizing the same exact words Maury used
the night he and Jim gathered at the house with Evan
Colfax. Now he waited to see if Jim was going to get
away with it or 'decked'. At this moment, Connor could
very well predict the landslide of votes would be
towards Jim's favor.

"Um," the nurse stuttered, sliding his hand from
Jim's.

Right away, Jim coined more of Maury's catchy phrases,
telling him, "That's it.. say your sorry. Tell your
'master' how 'sorry' you are 'boy'."

Shaking his head back and forth, Connor was amazed at
how Jim recalled Maury's script as if he invented it
himself. And what an actor! He said the lines as if
playing top to Evan, just... like.... Maury.

"Nice set of balls you've got here," Jim said,
repositioning his hand, reaching under the hard shaft.


Taking in the whole scene, from experiences of
watching Maury and Evan entertain each other, seeing
the twenty-something nurse stand there, eyes staring
at Jim's hand, the pose the orderly took up, feet
slightly apart, hands clasped behind his back, Connor
knowing this guy has played around some. So, as a
matter of support for Jim, he decided to get in the
act.

Trying his best to act tough, the eighteen year old
blond walks over til he's inches from the guy,
standing next to Jim, then coining a 'Maury-phrase',
"Jim, I betcha this guy would look hot in a pair of
shiny cuffs?"

Jim smiled to himself.

Even though he spoke to Jim, Connor set his attention
on the nurse's face, not much taller than his five
foot, eleven inch height.

"Um, you can squeeze harder if you want," The nurse
finally spoke.

Gripping harder, Connor decided to get all over him
for speaking out when not allowable, another
'Maury-code'. "You don't speak unless you're spoken
to, boy!"

Figuring he better quit while he was ahead, Jim
loosened his grip. He didn't say anything to Connor
about the fact he wouldn't make a good 'Sir', 'Master'
or anything resembling the authoritative stature. "So,
what's your name?" Jim asked.

"Jack. Jack Collier."

Things mellowed out now that Jim surrendered his grip.
Connor backed off, letting Jim grab hold of the reins
of conversation. "Interested in 'playing around'
sometime?"

Instead of a simple, 'yes', Jack replied, "As long as
I have 'you' to answer to. I think you're pretty hot,
you know?"

"What does that make me?" Connor asked, one hand on
his hip, the other hanging down.

>From his gathered thoughts, Jim could tell Jack knew
of Conner's very bad acting skills. More info was
added to his mental book on Jack, as he said, "I think
blonds are hot too. I kind of have this fetish about
sucking a hot blond guy's cock and ... well..."

Sensing this nurse dude was panning them out, trying
to discover how far he and Conner were into kinky
stuff, Jim introduced himself, "And this is my
boyfriend, Conner."

"Cool to meet you guys," jack replied. "Say, I've got
to get going here. Um, so how do you know Kevin?"

"From around campus," Jim said.

"Oh, so you guys are college students?"

Since the moment had arisen, Jim set Jack straight,
"We're high school seniors, but we know a guy on
campus, so hang out there sometimes."

"Yeah," Connor adds, "Kev is an art student. He wanted
to sketch us sometime."

Returning to hospital talk, Jack informs them, "Well
that will quite a long time. Somebody really worked
him over good, the poor guy."

Not wanting to lose contact, Jim asks, "You have a
cell number or something?"

Reading not too far into the future, Jack asks, "Do
you want to get together later?"

Jim couldn't be happier. Thinking Jack kind of turned
him on too, Connor asks, "So you can suck my cock?"

"Sure, I'd love to. Suck yours too, Jim. I can get
really turned on being controlled by younger guys."

"Is there anything you 'don't' get into Jack?" Connor
then questioned him.

"I can get into pretty much anything, even some
pain... well I wasn't sure I should mention it, but if
you guys can get into it, ever do any watersports?"

First to come to mind for Connor was surfing. However
Jim was thinking the kinky version, replying, "I think
I can provide a nice hot shower for you after work,
Jack!"

With a back and forth motion, Jack replies to both
high school seniors, "I'd really like to take your
loads too."

Stating his position now that Connor saw a new
friendship developing here, Jack more than willing to
proceed, Connor set Jack straight saying, "I'd like to
suck you dry too, Jack."

However, Jack and Jim stare at each other, knowing
Connor meant getting the cum drained out of a guy's
balls and not piss from the tap.

Breaking his gaze with Jim, Jack responds to Connor,
"Sure I could do that. Hey, you into 69's?"

"Hell yeah!" Connor tells him.

"Great," Jack responded. "Now I 'really' need to get
going." Back to focusing on Jim, Jack says, "I get off
my shift at ten if it's not too late for you guys to
be up."

Jim smiled, thinking he's already 'up'.

"Give me a call. If you need a place to play, I know
this guy from the community college who's into bdsm
and other shit," Jack informs them.

With Jack in the distance, Connor and Jim look at each
other, the biggest grin on each other's face, saying
to each other, "Maury!"

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"Oh my, looks like you guys haven't shaved in weeks!"

"You don't know how to knock?" Darryl said.

By the change in attitude, Riley, standing there with
the back kitchen door open, leaning against the frame,
arms folded across the middle, replies, "So have you
two lovers worked through your little spat?"

A week ago Darryl might have blown up, thrown
everything but the kitchen sink, maybe that too, at
his partner. But for the past two days he's changed
his ways of thinking about himself and Julien. It was
real tough for Darryl to convey his feelings, but
being cuffed to the man he now had heartfelt feelings
for, he relinquished his hard words for, "It would
normally be tough for me to confess this, but..."

"Yes?"

Seeing Darryl's pleading eyes to help out, Julian
rendered, "What Darryl wants to do is really thank you
for doing this to him." Then Julian changes it to the
plural, "Us."

Rather than stay glued to the subject, Riley came in
and closed the door. Turning a chair around he sat
down at the kitchen table, his arms laying across the
length of the back of the chair. Instead of dwelling
on the past, he attested to the present, "Tomorrow
Denis Clark is being taken to 'The Nature
Experience'."

"Nature Experience?" Julian asked.

Darryl's face questioned him too.

"It's a sophisticated behavior health treatment
program in a camp setting. There will be lots of other
boys there his age and older. He won't be able to see
any of his family for a month, but it doesn't say
anything in the rules about friends not visiting him.
After he gets settled, if it's okay with his doctor I
think you could plan a visit.

"Sure," Julian responded, whereas Darryl seemed
reluctant. "We can do that. Right Darryl?"

"I don't know if I can," Darryl said.

Reaching in his shirt pocket, Riley produced a key.
The couple's hands were right there in front of him,
extended over the table top. "I bet it'll feel good
when these are off, huh?"

Riley smiled, not even thinking of Darryl acting
irrational.

It was Julian who anticipated, "Better watch it Riley.
Darryl's liable to haul off and knock you off that
chair and onto your ass!"

"No," Riley said as he keyed Julian's cuffed wrist
first, releasing it. Staring into Darryl's 'boy blue'
eyes, he says of it, "No, I hardly think that will be
the case, will it, Darryl?"

Straight-faced, borderline frowning, Darryl's
appearance lightened up like the sun coming out,
breaking up storm clouds. Rubbing his wrist, Darryl
says to Riley, "We both have much to thank you for."

"That we do," Julian said, rising up out of his chair.
With a hidden agenda of what to do to repay that
favor, Julian asks, "By the way, you have our clothes
anywhere handy?"

"Right out in my car. C'mon," Riley gets up, "I'll
give you a hand bringing them in."

Darryl never suspected anything, as didn't Riley. The
whole time they carted clothes upstairs, Riley talked
about some of the clothes suffering wrinkles and faded
out by the sun, Darryl shooing the thought away,
"Clothing can be replaced, but..." he wanted to say a
tight ass is hard to find, but instead said, "true
love comes but once in a lifetime."

Dropping the last load of clothing on the bed, Riley
and Darryl turned heads sharply when the bedroom door
slammed shut.

"What the hell?" Riley yelled out.

Seeing Julian's back plastered against the door, the
two didn't know what to think.

"I can only think of one way of thanking you Riley. I
hope Darryl doesn't mind," Julian said, waiting for
hopefully a positive reply.

In all honesty, Riley thought, 'okay' for Julian, but
he knew Darryl to be a diehard top. No way was he
going to bend in his ways. However, he was totally
shocked out of his gourd when Darryl turned towards
him.

Facing Riley, Darryl says, "Julian's right."

Riley gazed down immediately when he felt a pair of
hands unbuckling his police belt.

"Oh no you don't!" Julian exclaimed, unbarricading the
door. "His cock is mine!" He stole Riley's zipper
region right out of Darryl's hands.

Grinning, Riley said to Darryl, "I guess we know who's
going to be wearing the pants in this family!"

"There's always the shirt," Darryl replied, smiling.
Not only that, he made a literal gesture, taking the
top buttonhole of Riley's shirt and feeding the button
through.

The two smiled at each other as Darryl unfastened one,
then the second button, each time peeling Riley's
shirt farther apart, revealing the dark, almost black
chest hair.

"You don't have to do this Darryl," Riley said, strong
feelings knowing it to be humiliating for Darryl to
think about working his tongue over his hairy bod.

"I know I don't," Darryl replied.

Looking up, Julian rethought his plan. Sure, he didn't
mind offering himself up as a sucking sacrifice in
repayment to Riley, but not even consulting Darryl,
well he started to feel guilty. "Hey guys?"

Two pairs of eyes stare down at Julian.

"You guys interested in double fucking me?"

"Could be hot," Riley replied. No, he 'knew' it would
be hot, but then it was Darryl and Julian he referred
two, not just some hot college guy. "But, nope!" He
forced his briefs right out of Julian's hand, nearly
catching the twenty-five year old's fingers in his
zipper. Buttoning the top of his jeans, Riley fed the
belt back into the buckle, tightening it. "Got a hot
date tonight. Man would he be pissed if I didn't have
a dam full of seed to let loose!"

Riley smiled, seeing the sorry look on Julian's face.
For Darryl, it was a sigh of relief, for certain.

"Are you sure?" Julian seemed to whine.

On the other token, Darryl said, "He's sure."

"You know me, huh?" Riley directed at him.

"You've been my partner for several months now. I
should know."

Grinning with tight lips, Riley was about to throw a
wrench into Darryl's well laid thoughts. Stepping up
to him, the scruffy look plastered over his face, bod
a little ripe, his hand pulling on Darryl's briefs,
Riley used the elastic as a pivot to reel Darryl in
for a man to man kiss.

Leaving with clothes intact, Riley says, "And oh, I
told Cappy you're feeling much better, so you better
shower-and shave and get your ass into work on Monday
morning!"

"What about me?" Julian questioned him, regarding the
affection.

With hand on door knob, Riley gazed around the room,
at the clothes strewn all about, saying, "Geesh! How
do you guys live like this?"

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Copyright 2008 T. Chase McPhee
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