Date: Thu, 22 Nov 2007 13:09:50 -0800 (PST)
From: T. Chase McPhee <survivalgame@yahoo.com>
Subject: Adventures In Nature 03

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" 03
wriTten by T. Chase McPhee

%

"Hey dads," Philip asks, leaning in between the two
front seats of the van, "is it alright if Jeremy comes
over and goes swimming with us today?"

"I can't see why not," Barry, the passenger-dad
answers.

"Cool!" Philip and Aidan both answer.

"I needed to call Matty and talk to him about any
bikes he might have in his mother's garage," Barry
finishes up.

"That's okay," Philip says, Aidan jumping in, "we
already asked Matty. Him'n'Chad are bringing Jeremy
over in an hour."

Philip, sensing his dad's unapproval, adds to the
convenience, "And now you don't have to bother calling
Matty!"

The two boys rest their case, sitting back like little
angels.

Not buying it one bit, Steve hypothesizes, "And what
would you have done if we said `no'?"

"Um," Aidan answers, "tell Jeremy he can't come?"

"Wrong!" Barry says. "Next time guys, ask before
inviting?"

The two preteens agree, also adding they already
extended the invitation to Caleb, James, Diego, Seth
and a new kid at church, Davide.

"Davide?" Barry inquires of the last kid on their
swimming list. "Have we ever met your friend Davide?"

"Maybe not," Philip tells him.

Aidan kicks in, "He just moved here."

"Oh?" Barry questions. "I don't think I've heard of
any new family in our neighborhood. Where does he
live?"

"I didn't get it," Philip said.

"Get what?" Steve asks, looking in the rear view at
the two young conversationalists.

"Davide said he lives at adorm," Aidan reports.

"Adorm?" Barry asks, then deciphers it to be, "'A'
`dorm'?" leaving an interval between the two.

"Dorm?" Steve questions, "Like at a college?"

"Is that what you boys mean?" Barry asks the two.

Their motioning shoulders, add to their reply, "I
dunno", signified the two hadn't a clue.

%

"How long are you going to stay mad at me, Kev?"

"Do you have to stand there with your cock in my
face?"

Hands on his hips, Kirk confronts Kev, a pair of boxer
briefs hugging his hips.

"Y'know, it wasn't my fault you and John broke up, so
I don't know why you're giving me the cold shoulder."

"So what I am supposed to do?" Kev tells him. "Because
I'm not going with John anymore, be up for grabs to
the next gay guy needing a blow job?"

"That's not what I meant and you know it, Kev," Kirk
says, talking down to his roommate, sitting on the
side of the bed. "I was your friend before we even
slept together. I still am."

"Yeah, I guess," Kev breaks down to realize, adding,
"You're right. It wasn't your fault John gave me the
boot. I probably should have kept my mouth shut and
not have said anything to him."

"On the contrary," Kirk disagrees, "I think you did
the right thing."

"How so?" Kev asks, not oblivious to the slight part
in Kirk's boxer shorts, the darkness luring him in.

"Heck, if I had a relationship with a guy and he told
me he slept with another guy, I'd accept it and move
on."

"You would, would you?" Kev asks, his nose picking up
the manscent of Kirk's day-old shorts. Totally off
subject, before Kirk can reply, Kev says, "Y'know, you
have a hot treasure trail?"

With his hand on his stomach, Kirk presses his
fingertips in, pressing his stomach inwards, hiking a
bit of it out of his boxer-shorts, turning his navel
from a perfectly round, deep innie, to a thin slit.
"How did we get onto this, from that?"

"I dunno," Kev replies. "I'm probably as horny as the
next gay guy. I like need my ration for the day."

"I don't think I get you, Kev."

"It's like this, Kirk," Kev says, his hand reaching
up, grabbing at the elastic around Kirk's boxers,
imprinted with hundreds of little moose.

Almost as a planned maneuver, as Kirk's boxers are
forced down, his 9c falls out, right onto Kev's
palate.

"Ooooooooooooooh!" Kirk sighs, the nineteen year old's
head dropping back, as the warm wetness surrounds his
semi-hard meat. "Ooooooh Kev that feels
soooooo...soooooo good!"

With his lips positioned in a perfect `O', replicating
a tight ass, Kev juts his head forwards and backwards,
the flange under Kirk's cock almost ready to slide out
of the cocksucker's mouth, then Kev feeling the tip of
the head, ready to go down his throat. Looking up, it
turns Kev on to see Kirk in ecstasy over what he's
feeling. This drives Kev to slip a hand in, under the
waistband of his lowrise briefs, crowding his already
hard shaft and full balls.

Suddenly, a knock comes at the door, a soft voice
saying, "Hey Kirk! It's me! Jason!"

Popping off Kirk's cock, Kev questions, "Dalbec? The
dorm cumdump?"

Coming down from his sexual high, Kirk replies, "Um,
yeah. I like saw him on campus and got to talking with
him.... Besides," Kirk addresses the cocksucker, "what
makes Jason any different from you, do I dare ask?"

"Yo, Kirk?" the voice from outside `knocked' on the
door.

In danger of losing a meal, Kev says, not caring about
the slur, "Hell, there's enough of you for two of us!"

Even though Kirk pulled up his boxers to cover himself
the shorts couldn't hide the hard shaft, falling to a
slight angle.

As soon as Jason enters, his eyes drop to waist level,
saying, "Cool! You're hard for me already?"

"Um not exactly. I mean, not that I'm not looking
forward to it," Kirk carefully chose his words, so as
not to offend, "but if you don't mind, is it alright
if you and Kev both..." not sure how to put it, "take
care of me?"

"I have no problem, just as long as I get first dibs
your load."

"I don't know about that," Kev replies, on the sly,
lowering his briefs as he stands up to greet Jason,
his own 8.5c, nestled in a bed of dark pubic hair, on
display, as if to entice.

"Then again," Jason says, "I guess it doesn't matter
from who's baster it comes!"

It started out as a hot threesome, but ten minutes
into it, Kev lost interest when Jason wanted to suck
both cocks at once. Plus, Jason's hands were all over
Kirk and Kirk was responding more to Jason's
stimulations.

"Hey, I forgot something," Kev said, kneeling on the
bed, his hard shaft hanging down between his thighs,
"I forgot I was supposed to draw some guy this
afternoon, over at the art studio. I better get
moving. Sorry guys."

Sitting on his own bed, Kev still stroked his cock, as
if watching a porn DVD, seeing Jason placing his hands
behind his back, bent at the waist, a slave to Kirk's
cock, his pursed lips expertly stroking from head to
base, nose smothered in the thick, curly pubes. He
thought Kirk really started to get the feel of the
top's role, watching his cupped hands take Jason's
head and force it up and down his shaft, milking
himself faster, then slower. Suddenly, Kev announces,
"Shit! I think I'm gonna cum!"

With Jason's mouth still on Kirk's cock, with a free
hand, Jason motions Kev to come over. He points to
Kirk's stomach. Getting the message, Kev furiously
strokes his shaft, groaning out loud, as he shoots
ropes of cum onto Kirk's stomach and chest. Finishing
up, he jokes, "That's for dessert!"

%

"How about a swim, jock?"

Throwing their legs over the side, the two dismount
from their horses. Halfway to the circular pond, Juan
has his shirt off, Riley still unbuttoning his flannel
shirt, instead of a short-strip off over the head.
Purposefully, he watches the nineteen year old Latino
stop at the water's edge, balancing on one foot to
pull off a boot, then repeat, with each pants leg.

"You're getting behind!" Juan yells back to Riley.

Standing there, stripped to the waist, the six foot
one inch cop takes his time with his belt, watching
the briefs being stripped down, revealing the two
mounds, crevice slightly hairy. Without unbuttoning
his jeans, his hand is already stimulating his crotch.
He pulls his hand out when Juan dives in, temporarily
immersing his whole bod. Without further ado, Riley
strips down and follows suit. Coming up, he spots
Juan, a few feet away, duck under the water. He lets
out a wail of pleasure, when he feels lips surround
his cock, underwater, then dodge away as if a fish
tasting bad bait.

"Sorry. Can't hold my breath forever," Juan says, a
cheery grin encompassing his lips.

"I got a better idea. Why don't we move into drydock?"
Riley equals the infectious humor.

Dripping wet, the two head for the shoreline, Riley
opening the satchel on the side of the saddle,
withdrawing a trail blanket. Taking the hint Juan
helps stretch it out on the grass.

"Is this going to work?" Juan asks, regarding fact;
the two are tops.

"Why don't we play it out and see where it goes?"
Riley replies, discovering for the first time in his
life,  being so crazy over a guy he may be knocked off
his pedestal.

Smiling, the nineteen year old swimmer tumbles onto
the covered grass, falling onto his back, interlocking
his hands behind his head, as he gets first dibs, "Me
first, okay?"

Getting the message, Riley stood there, a hand on his
torso, the other one rubbing his five o'clock shadow,
realizing Juan wasn't giving in to the bottom role.
Kneeling, the over six foot tall police officer uses
his own legs to part the Latino's thighs, nonchalantly
saying, "I guess there's always a first time!"

"Shit! You mean to tell me you've never sucked a guy?"

Riley's silent stare confirmed Juan's supposition.

"Aiiiiii... then I must be somebody kind of special or
something, eh gringo?"

"Let's just put it this way," Riley Sanchez chose his
words carefully, as to make a suggestion, "I've never
lowered myself to slave status for a man, if you catch
my drift?"

Recognizing the game Riley was playing, his pleasing
smile morphed into a more evil grin, as he slipped his
hands out from behind his head, reaching out towards
the twenty-eight year old's hairy chest. All the
while, keeping a tight stare, locking eyes, Juan
glanced once to make sure his fingers and thumbs
targeted the points of Riley's left and right pecs. By
feeling, he picked out the two rigid mounds of
nipmeat, giving them a light going over, massaging
them between his fingers and thumbs.

"No emotion?" Juan questioned.

A smile crossed Riley's lips.

Still with an intent stare, Juan clues Riley in, "And
this?"

The smile stayed, as well as the trained eyes, as Juan
pulverized Riley's nips, twisting them hard. This time
the quest for a response came, not in words, but as
Juan broke off the glance, looking down between
Riley's legs. One hand, his left, parted company with
Riley's right nip, taking up with Riley's hard, 10c
shaft. "Now that's more like it," Juan said.

Riley letting out a sigh, his mouth shaped like an
`O', verbally remarked, "Oooooh," his back arching as
his cock was being stroked from base to tip.

Daring to see how far he could go with his `top cop',
Juan took the dab of goo from the tip of the mushroom
head, finding his way below the balls, heading up the
back way to Riley's ass door. "Nice and tight... just
the way my hard cock likes `em!" Juan comments,
waiting for a rebuttal. None forthcoming, he used the
pre-lube to poke the tip of his finger inside.

"Take it easy, huh?" Riley casually said.

"Why?" Juan again tested his boundaries. "Why should I
deprieve both of us of the pleasure of a hot fuck?"

Looking upon the nineteen year old Latino top, Riley
could sense he wanted him so bad. So much so, he was
willing to relinquish his top status, built up since
his early teen years, swearing he would never lower
his ass for any man. Quick-paced, the years flashed
past, thinking of the dozens of men who have
worshipped his bod, sucked, licked him, taken his load
down-throat and up-ass. Now he was being fingered to
have the same done to him and unlike he ever imagined
could happen, bowing to this top's wishes, like butter
in a frying pan.

Coolly, Riley tells him, "So you want to fuck me,
huh?"

"Oh don't worry. I'm going to claim your tight ass,
but first I want some hot oral action." As if talking
to a submissive bottom, Juan tells him, "And it better
be good or I'll be taking a switch to you."

"Oh really?" Riley replies highly doubting Juan's
motives, but challenged by the audacity, hardly the
demeanor of some of the `slaveboys' he's played with.

Still being the daring top, Juan says, "You wouldn't
be able to tell now, until you feel it, will you?"

With some precum extracted, Riley continues massaging
the teen's shaft, coating it up with the natural lube.


Placing his hands behind his head, Juan smiles as he
pushes his luck, "You know, you're pretty good with
your hand, but I'd much rather feel something warm and
wet stroking me up to fucking stage?"

%

Instead of walking across campus, to the art building,
Kev's false excuse to meet up with a guy for drawing
practice, to get him out of his dorm room, he neared
the student center. With hand on the glass door, he
pulled to open.

"Hey, Kev!"

Exiting, two individuals pressed through the opening,
as Kev held the door.

"Hey man, when are you going to draw us?" Jim asks
outright, after Connor greets Kev, offering a
brotherly hug.

"Not right now," Kev replies, with a somber overcast.

"We can't now," Connor says, adding, "we've got to
high tail it over to the library to meet somebody."

"Don't let me keep you," Kev replies.

"Cool," Jim says, "you got our cell number right?"

"Someplace here," Kev says, feeling up every pocket on
him. "I'll let you know."

Even though Jim is a macho hottie, Kev focused more on
Connor, as they parted company. Seeing the blond from
the rear, he instantly thought of John, same build,
same tint of shiny blond hair, the sun shining on it
making it shimmer. Once again reaching for the door,
he lost interest, with his former love interest on his
mind. "Fuck!" he cursed himself out. Turning, he paced
the short walk away from the student center, hung a
right and walked to the open courtyard, head down as
if looking for lost change. Parking his ass on a
bench, he mulled over missing John. The sun went
behind a cloud, but when the cloud cover moved, the
rays of sun made it seem like an awakening, jarring
Kev out of his dismal reverie. Looking up, an image on
the lawn, perked him up. "Where'd he come from?" Kev
asked himself, seeing a guy lying on a towel, naked
from the waist up, shades parked over the rim of his
nose. Completing the picture, a coat of sweat made his
bod sweat, which in turn made Kev lick his lips. "Oh
c'mon guys," Kev voiced his opinion to the distant
trio, as two guys stood between his view and the
sunbather. Then, as if following the conversation, the
barechested guy does a `crunch', tilting his glasses.
The two guys turn and look directly towards Kev. He
then realizes it's Jim and Connor. From the other side
of the courtyard he sees Jim and Connor laughing,
their voices carrying. Then, crossing the lawn, Jim
starts walking towards him. Meeting him halfway, Kev
asks, "You know that guy?"

"Yeah, dude. That's the guy we were supposed to meet
in the library, only he's giving us a line about
catching up on his tan."

"Nice tan, too!" Kev tells Jim, as they walk side by
side back.

"Yeah," Jim agrees, "Evan sure is built nicely."

"Evan, huh?" Kev asks, his crotch tingling, as they
get closer to the perfect specimen of a man. "Anything
else I should know about, `Evan'?"

Grinning, Jim replies, "He's gay and unattached...
that enough to go on?"

Unknowing to Jim and Kev, Connor has been giving Evan
the once over about Kev.

"Evan Colfax," the light brown-haired, barechested
beauty offers, on the spot, along with a killer smile.


Kev extends his hand, but Evan has other plans, as he
scoops the nineteen year old up in his arms, opening
his mouth wide and placing it over Kev's.

Taking Evan's shoulder, Jim pulls him off Kev, saying,
"Hey, cool it Ev. Didn't Conn tell you Kev's got a
boyfriend?"

"I told him," Connor responds.

"Oh, you did?" Evan played stoopid. "I must've missed
that part!"

Still, Evan's sweaty arm remained around Kev's back,
woven underneath his left pit, palm massaging his
lower right, getting dangerously close to his
beltline.

"You have to excuse Ev," Jim warns, "he thinks every
hot guy he meets is up for grabs."

"Oh come off it, Jim. I admit hot guys make me
instantly horny, but it's not like I bed everyone I
see," Evan replied, though in his mind he ached to see
if he could get Kev to go as far as his dorm.

Connor laughed, listening to the two tops go at it,
knowing even though Jim was two years younger than
Evan, he could toss the bull back just as easily.

"We have yet to see that proven, Evan?"

"Hey, you're gonna give Kev the wrong impression here,
about me!" The killer smile followed Evan's statement.

His mind immersed in the conversation, Kev's eyes
still wandered to the hot pecs and abs standing next
to him.  Thinking Evan made the first move, he didn't
feel reluctant to say, "Sorry if I'm giving you the
wrong impression, but I just gotta have this," Kev
states, crooking his neck, mouth open, tongue
extended, gliding right over Evan's hairy left pec.

"Oh fuck!" Evan shouts out, as he feels the wet mouth
cup over his pec, Kev's tongue pressuring his nip,
pushing it into his chest.

"Yeah, Kev. Teach him a lesson. Eat that nip right off
his chest!" Jim makes the sly comment.

Throwing his head back, moaning, eyes squinting shut
(and not because of the blazing sun), Evan's arm
coaxes, rather than pushing away the oral moment. Even
when Kev takes Jim's advice and clenches his teeth
around Evan's nip, pulling it away from the hairy pec,
Evan lets it happen.

"Noooooooo.... don't stop!" Evan says, when Kev backs
off.

Examining the round, red pec, Connor says, "He got you
good, Ev!"

"He sure fuckin' did!" Evan replies, shooing Connor's
hand away from tugging at his nipmeat. Before anyone
else can get a word in, he suggests, "Hey, Kev, how
about coming back to my dorm and finishing what you've
started?"

"You're not going to invite us, Ev?" Jim asks.

"Sure. You guys can come along. Hell, we can get a
regular fuck-fest going!"

Suddenly the luster of the perspired guy, lying in the
grass, faded, as the idea of the risque sex jogged
Kev's memories. He recalls his brother, Tom, barging
into one of his sexual escapades, a roomful of horny
guys, stuffing asses and throats with cock, pulling
out, restuffing, cum dripping all over the place. Kev
found his fingers tracing up and down his own throat,
the route many a man's cock took, to fill his stomach
with their manjuices.

"Nah. I think I'll pass," Kev replies. "Look, I've
gotta go."

Breaking away from Evan's arm, still fastened to him
like a leash, Kev offers his farewells and strutts
away.

"Was it something I said?" Evan questions the two high
school seniors.

"Prolly," Jim says, adding, "who knows!"

"What a waste, too. He got me all horned up," Evan
comments, a hand clutching his rocks.

"Well, does your offer still stand?" Connor asks,
looking to Evan.

"'Bout what?"

"He means the fuck-fest," Jim clues him in, his hand
feeling up his own crotch.

"Sure, if I can..."

Cutting Evan off, Jim says, "Now you know what I'm
gonna say about that, Ev. Conn's ass if off limits to
anybody but me?"

"Jim, I wasn't even going to suggest it..."

"Yeah, sure, Ev."

"Really.. I was going to say if you didn't mind me
filling Connor's gut with my seed. Believe me... I
know how you feel about his ass."

Tidying up his beach towel, Evan fed his arms into his
tank top, then led the two off towards the dorm. On
their way, Matt Drijver just happened to cross their
path. The idea of a fuck-fest clouded his mind,
against better judgement skipping class.

%

"It could be a long wait."

"Hmm?" Tony Gagliardi looked up from dozing off.

"Denis. He'll be out for hours. Most likely the night.
Plus, they'll be transferring him to another area of
the hospital."

"Sorry to ask, but what's your name again?"

>From his hands folded across his middle, he extends
one to Tony, saying, "Jack... Jack Collier."

"Nice to meet you. I'm Tony..."

"I know. Tony Gagliardi. You're on the college
swimming team," Jack rattles off.

"Hmm... whomever your source is, they're thorough!"
Tony replies, still clutching Jack's hand.

"Yeah, Jose sees all... knows all," Jack divulges his
contact.

"The Latino kid in the wheelchair?" Tony assumes.

"That's him."

"What's wrong with him anyway?"

"Medically? Nothing," Jack explains. "We're letting
him play it out for a few days. The kid deserves a
break."

"I think you lost me," Tony tells him.

"C'mon. Walk with me. I'll tell you about it," Jack
says, putting his right foot next to Tony's foot,
giving a heave to their connecting palms, hauling
Tony's ass out of the chair.

"Strong!" Tony remarks.

"I workout. You?"

"Not too much. I mean, coach has us do a lot of prep
exercises before we hit the pool. It's about the only
time I would consider it a `workout'," Tony explains.

"Really? You look very good," Jack says, holding his
hand out, to usher Tony into the elevator.

"Thanks, but coach is always bugging me that I should
do more crunches."

Tapping the back of his hand, his knuckles against
Tony's abs, Jack assesses, "Really? You seem hard."

In more than one way, Jack was right. Tony wondered if
his hand in his pocket, had failed to keep the tip of
his hard cock pinned to his waistline. He just smiled
at Jack.

"Say, what's in the bag? You smuggle some grub in for
Denis?"

"Uh, no actually," Tony says, holding the brown paper
bag up. "I... well it's a little hard to explain."

"Try me," Jack tells.

Under his breath, Tony, looking over Jack, wills,
`Believe me, I want to!', but instead resorts to the
truth,  taking each out of the bag, "A can of shaving
cream and a package of razors."

"The shaving cream, okay, but I don't think the razors
would go over too well with security," Jack says.
Seeing Tony wasn't getting the connection, Jack turned
his hand over, scraping his thumb across his wrist,
saying, "Know what I mean?"

"Denis? Suicide? Shit! Is he that far gone?"

"They're not saying, but at the same time they don't
take any chances. I know Doc Roberts is still working
on building a psychological profile of Denis, but
right now they have to go on assumptions, until the
doctor completes his evaluation."

Exiting the elevator, Tony shakes his head in
disbelief. "I never would have thought."

Down the hall, Jack puts his hand on a doorknob,
opening it.

"What's this?" Tony asks, looking in the small room,
seeing sheets and other linens folded neatly on
shelves.

"I just thought maybe before anything happens, I
should take care of `that'?" Jack replies, staring at
Tony's crotch, nodding.

"Huh?" Tony says, not sure.

Waiting for someone to pass, get out of range, Jack
whispers, "It's up to you, Tony. If you can't wait ten
minutes for me to get off duty, I can suck you dry
here. Or, if you're into a nice long oral workout, we
can go to my place. Then again, I could do you now and
we can still go to my place."

"Hmm... I think I'll take door number three!"

Grabbing Tony's arm, the nineteen year old college
sophomore doesn't fight the feeling, as Jack drags him
into the closet. Before Tony can ask `what for', Jack
has his hands all over the Italian, lips pulverizing
lips, hands at work on Tony's belt.

%

Copyright 2007 T. Chase McPhee
This story may not be sold, nor made part of any
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