Date: Wed, 28 Nov 2007 19:57:55 -0800 (PST)
From: T. Chase McPhee <survivalgame@yahoo.com>
Subject: Adventures In Nature 04

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" 04
wriTten by T. Chase McPhee

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The beauty of the sunset couldn't compare to the
feeling Juan was having, slowly massaging Riley's ass
canal, moving in and out, his groans attested to the
awesome feeling every fiber of his cock was sensing.
Every now and then with part of the erotic swelling of
his shaft, he would look down at Riley's face.
"Could've been worse. I could've been a ten or
eleven!"

"Just takes getting used to," Riley states, trying to
get the hang of being a good bottom, one that enjoys
having his tight ass invaded.

"I can tell I'm your first fuck." There was a pause of
no reply. Sensing something, Juan took the initiative
to say, "You're not as good an actor as you think you
are, ya know?" With that said, he pulled back, his
thighs moving away from Riley's legs, his juicy meat
feeling the light breeze as it was yanked from it's
warm cavern.

Gently allowing Riley's legs lower from his shoulders,
Riley apologized, "Sorry, but it's not doing anything
for me."

"I already knew that," Juan tells him.

"Oh?"

Riley should have known the answer to that, especially
when he's excited guys, plugging their holes, a sure
thing they were enjoying the experience, their cocks
raging, precum lathering up their shafts, pubes and
balls.

"This?" Juan says, handling Riley's semi-hard shaft.
"What does it get up to? Ten inches? Eleven?"

"Ten or eleven. I never measured it," Riley says, as
the two talk `shop'.

"I'm sorry it's not working out. I was really starting
to like you."

Taking his neck in his big strong hand, Riley
responds, "No reason why we have to stop," pulling
Juan down to his level, locking lips. As they're
enjoying sharing tongues, Riley feels Juan's hips
gyrating, pressing into his own pubes. Breaking off
their kiss, Riley says, "I feel real bad about leaving
you like this."

"How bad?" Juan says, as if an angle to the comment.

"I suppose I should let you finish what you started,"
Riley tells him, spreading his legs apart, as Juan's
bod fits in the middle, lifting his legs, placing his
hands under his thighs.

"No."

"No?" Riley questions, "but..."

"If you're not feeling it, I'm not getting anything
out of it. I mean, I have to admit it turned me on
because I was the first to bust your cherry, but
now..."

"At least let me jerk you off then? It's the least I
could do."

"Or... have you ever sucked a guy off?"

"You're pushing it, Juan!"

"Bad idea. Okay. Never mind. Let's just get dressed
and head back," Juan resorts to, getting up, picking
up his briefs from the ground, standing, readying to
step into them.

Staring, Riley watches as Juan pulls the lowrise
briefs up to two inches below his navel. Reaching over
to pick up his jeans, Juan feels a tug at the side of
his briefs.

"What the fuck you doing, Riley?"

"What do you think I'm doing?" He returns, sitting up
on his knees, as both hands now peel the waistband of
Juan's briefs down.

With his hands on his hips, Juan doesn't refuse the
action, allowing the twenty-eight year have his way,
as his briefs drop to his ankles. "Is that all you're
going to do is stand there?"

"What do you want me to do?"

Grabbing Juan's, forearm, Riley sets him off balance,
helping to break the swimmer's dive, onto the blanket.
As with two and a half hours ago, Riley's cock and
balls hang down, as he lowers his shoulders, his mouth
open, taking Juan's tall erection up his ass.

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"Homework all done?"

"Yup," Phillip and Aidan reply to their dads.

"How about your project? Everything squared away?"
Steve inquires.

"Yup. Want to see?"

Steve, setting his pen down on his grade book, Barry
folds up the Sunday paper, the two following Aidan and
Philip into their room. All it takes is bringing up a
few folders on the computer, to show the extensive
work the two preteens have done. Leaving, Barry
remarks to Steve, "They know more about computers than
we do!"

"Right. Don't ever ask me to bring up a spreadsheet!"

"What's a spreadsheet?" Barry jokes.

"Um, something you spread on the bed so cum doesn't
leak all over it?"

"Steve, will you stop it. We've still got a coupla
hours before we can get horny!"

"Dad?"

"Oh Mark. How you feeling, son?"

"Good," the eighteen year old replies, as he enters
the livingroom.

"What's on your mind?"

"It's kind of creepy being alone in my room. When's
Denis coming home?"

Placing the folded paper on the table for the second
time, Barry answers, "Mark, Denis needs a lot of help.
I don't think any of us can predict when he will be
fit to come home."

"Maybe in a few days?" Mark replies, distressed.

"Not this week," Steve says. "Probably not for a
month."

"What about exams... the prom... graduation?" Mark
quizzes the dads.

"Those are questions we can't answer right now, son,"
Barry says.

"Okay. No problem. Do you think you can loan me a
twenty, for gas, until I can start my job?"

"How's the car running?" Barry asks, as he digs in his
back pocket for his wallet.

"Good. I wish Denis were around to use it too. It's
half his car too, you know."

"I know," Barry tells him, handing him the twenty.

As the phone rings, Steve reaches for the remote.
Saying "Hello," he turns it over to Mark, telling him,
"It's for you... Jose Vega?"

Both dads look at each other, exchanging a tiny smile,
as Mark's disposition suddenly takes a leap out of the
murky mire, responding, "Cool." Returning to his dads,
a minute later, Mark says, "I know I'm old enough to
make own decisions, but on account of I just got out
of the hospital, do you think it's alright if I go
have a burger with Jose?"

Barry replies, dropping the newspaper to his lap, "Why
don't you invite Jose over for dinner with us?"

Steve tells him, "I'm sure Max has enough prepared for
an army!"

"Sure," Mark replies, walking away, uncupping his hand
from the phone, turning his attention back to Jose,
"Um, how about I come and pick you up and..." the
invitation trails off.

"Nice that Mark made a friend while he was in the
hospital," Steve says, writing something in his lesson
plan book.

>From behind his newspaper, Barry states, "Jose seems
like a nice kid. It's a shame what he had to go
through to get Denis off the hook with that Harry
character."

Stopping for a moment, clicking the top of his pen,
Steve looks at the front and back pages of the paper.
"Y'know, Barry, it's come to me time and again, since
it happened, that it wasn't by chance Jose wound up in
the supply closet with Harry Morse."

"Are you insinuating Jose maybe had a plan?" Barry
says, dropping his paper for the umpteenth time.

"Maybe it's just me, but like I said, I have this
feeling."

"Well, it's no secret, Steve, that Jose likes our
boys."

"Possibly one more than the other?" Steve smiles.

"I think you're reading into things, Steve."

"Do you mean about Jose and Mark or setting the stage
to get Denis off the hook?"

"Let's not jump to conclusions, either way, Steve. I
mean, it was fortunate Harry Morse confessed
everything to the police. After his statement, they
couldn't help but drop the charges against Denis.
Whether Jose had anything to do with it, is immaterial
at this point."

"But I think we do owe Jose our thanks."

"And I think a cordial thank you will do," Barry says,
picking up his paper.

"I suppose," Steve replies, going back to his lesson
plans.

"Okay, I'm off to pick up Jose, at the hospital," Mark
says, jingling his keys in his hand.

"Are you sure you're okay to drive, son?" The
newspaper comes down.

"I'll be fine, dad."

"Drive slowly," Steve adds, as the teen heads out the
front door.

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"Nice setup you've got here," Tony says, reaching up,
grabbing hold of the lat bar, with each hand, sitting,
thinking he'll bring the bar down with him. "Oh shit!"

"Problem?" Jack says, seeing Tony hanging by his arms,
dark, hairy armpits flaunted, his butt inches from the
bench.

"Like I said," Tony recovers from his embarrassment,
"I haven't been to a gym in awhile. You can lift all
this weight?"

"Sure. Let me at it."

Relinquishing his seat to the twenty-seven year old,
Jack reaches back, yanking on the label area of his
tank top, pulling it off over his head.

"Nice," Tony says, staring at the tight pecs, 6-pack
abs. Then amazed, as Jack effortlessly grabs hold of
the lat bar and hikes it down to chest height.
"Awesome!"

After three reps, Jack asks, "Hey, you want a beer?"

"Aren't you worried about carbs?"

"Nah. Not today at least. C'mon. I've got some stashed
in the cube," Jack says, dismounting the bench,
hopping to his feet and pacing over to a set of
cabinets. Under one, a half-sized fridge sits. Opening
it, Jack removes two bottles.

"At least it's `lite'," Tony says.

"C'mon. Let's go upstairs."

Tony figured they would hang around in the living
room, but when they started up the second flight of
stairs, he kind of got an idea where Jack was headed.

"Make yourself comfortable," Jack said, going at the
belt buckle on his pants.

"Um, right," Tony said, taking a chug of his beer,
noticing Jack kicking off his sneakers, and lowering
his zipper.

"Hey, you up for a shower?" Jack asks, tossing his
pants on a chair, standing on one foot to peel a sock
off.

With a fake cough, Tony replies, "Well, I `am' a
little sweaty from the closet."

By the time Tony got to the end of his reply, Jack had
dashed into the adjoining room. In seconds, Tony heard
water being turned on. Still with bottle in hand, he
made his way to the doorway Jack disappeared through.
In the supply closet, at the hospital, Jack got to see
what Tony looked like, from the navel down, now he was
feasting his eyes on Jack's `all-together'. "Nice
tan," Tony comments, seeing the pale look of Jack's
ass and pubes, against his tanned legs and upper bod.

"Yeah, ah thanks. You going to join me or what?" Jack
asks, stepping into the clear glass shower stall.

"How can I refuse?" Tony says, licking his lips, as he
eyes up Jack's hairy asscrack.

Bottle in the air, he chugs down the last of his beer,
setting the bottle on the vanity. "Be right with ya...
gotta take a piss, man."

Before he could do anything, a hand grabbed him from
behind, wadding the back of his tank top up, pulling
him into the shower.

"Heeeey! You're getting me all fuckin' wet!"

"Got a dryer downstairs, so don't worry about it,"
Jack said, staring at the soaked swimmer-jock.

"Now I'm going to get the floor all wet," Tony argues.

"Why?" Jack asks, as if leading him on, knowing the
subject already on Tony's mind.

"Because I gotta take a leak man and I have to do it
bad!"

Still holding Tony in the shower, Jack takes the tails
of Tony's tank top and lifts it overhead, Tony's arms
reaching towards the ceiling. He balls it up, tossing
it out of the shower door, it landing in the sink with
a slapping sound. "Here, lean on me," Jack says,
taking Tony's arms and depositing them on his
shoulders. Bending over, he takes each of Tony's feet,
removing a sneaker and sock. They go the same way as
the tank top.

"You better let me out. I really gotta go, Jack!"

Smiling, Jack takes hold of the elastic of Tony's
gymshorts, hooking his thumbs under both shorts and
briefs, pulling them down both down in unison. Out
pops Tony's hard shaft, hard for a different reason.

"Good... now let me..."

As Tony walks towards the shower exit, Jack puts his
hand on the lever, closing it.

"What are you doing man? I've gotta go something
fierce!"

Reaching up with his other hand, Jack moves the shower
head so the water teems on the tiled wall.

"So, go!"

"What're you talking about Jack?"

"Do you think you can reach my chest?" Jack questions,
still probing to see if Tony gets it.

"Your chest? What are you talking about?"

"You've gotta go... so go!" With no response, Jack
says, "Here, let me make it easier for you."

Getting down on his knees, sitting erect, he puts his
hands behind his back.

"What are you doing Jack?"

"I thought it would be obvious by now, Tony. I want
you to piss on me!"

"Piss on you? Ugh. That's gotta be the grossest thing
I've ever heard! Excuse me. I think I've had enough
`shower'."

"No, wait Tony," Jack says, undoing his crisscrossed
fingers from behind his back, a hand moving like
lightning, grasping Tony's forearm.

His arm in the shower, his dripping bod standing
outside, Tony replies, "No thanks, man. I'm going to
relieve myself, `in the toilet', then get my clothes
on and get outta here."

Releasing the hand, Jack gets up to his feet. By the
time he exits the shower stall, he hears Tony
tinkling. Standing at the vanity, he sees his wet self
in the mirror. "Listen Tony, I'm sorry. I didn't mean
to offend you."

"No problem. To each his own."

Then, looking down, Jack picks up the wet clothes out
of the basin. "I've gotta put these in the dryer for
you."

"I can dry them back at the dorm. You must have a pair
of gym shorts and tank top I can borrow," Tony says,
shaking his loose cock out, after pissing.

"Sure. No problem," Jack says, not as upbeat as twenty
minutes ago.

Leaving, wet clothes in a plastic bag, Tony gets into
his yellow PT cruiser, he followed Jack home with.
With only gym shorts following the contours of his
ass, Jack follows him out, saying, "I'm real sorry it
worked out like this, Tony."

"Yeah," Tony replies, adding, "thanks for the blowjob
at the hospital," then turns on the ignition, putting
it in reverse and backing out of the driveway. With
light traffic it took about fifteen minutes before he
pulled through the gates at WRCC. The whole time, Tony
carried on a one-man conversation. "I can't believe
it... we started out okay, but then he asks me to piss
on him? Geesh! What is this world coming to?"

"Back already, Ton?"

"Yeah."

Seeing the downcast look on Tony's face, Matt figured
it was about Denis, asking, "What's the matter? Didn't
hit it off with Denis?"

"Huh? What's that supposed to mean?" Tony argued, as
he dropped the wet bag of clothes on the bed.

"I was just saying... well, um..."

"Well shit-say-it and get it outta your system,
Matthew!"

"All I'm saying is... well, the way it looks is...
like you've got the hots for Denis Clark, Tony."

"You're way off base here, Drijver. I'm like concerned
for the guy because he's part of the swim team. As
representative, I went to the hospital to make sure
he's doing okay, but he's not, okay. So there you have
it."

"But I thought Denis was snapping out of it?" Matt
follows up with, hitting `save' on his computer,
backing his chair out and turning to Tony. Right away
he notices `they' aren't Tony's clothes on him, then
spots the bag of wet clothes in the see-thru bag.
"What happened to your clothes?"

"Denis has got big problems. He needs all the support
he can get. I figure, other than his family, it would
be nice to show somebody else cares about him."

"You're right," Matt tells him, holding up the bag of
sopping wet clothes. "What happened here?"

"Long story," Tony replies, snatching the bag out of
Matt's hand.

"You don't have to get grabby. So what gives with the
clothes?"

Tony tosses the whole thing in the community hamper.

"That's not going to make them dry, Ton."

"I know," Tony states. "I'll tend to them in a
minute."

Taking a dive, the hundred and eighty-eight pound
swimmer flops into his bed, chin landing on the
pillow, as he says, "What a nightmare!"

"Why? What happened with Denis?"

"It's not Denis I'm talking about, even though..."
After relaying the facts as he knew them about Denis,
stopping him from pounding Julian Bergne with the
chair, the following scene of him getting shot up with
an intense sedative, waiting as he was transferred to
the mental wing of the hospital, he ended with, "then
Jack had to step into my life."

"Jack? Who's Jack?" Matt asks, tapping the side of
Tony's ass, to move over so he could sit on the bed.

Turning completely over, onto his back, Tony stretches
the slightly small tank top, as he pivots his arms
behind his head, his deep navel appearing below the
tail. Matt lies down on the bed next to him, taking up
the same position.

"So, tell me about this `Jack'?"

Tony states, initially, he was really turned on by
Jack, especially when he dragged him into the supply
closet at the hospital, offering to relieve him of his
monster erection.

"So, you plug his ass?" Matt asks.

"No. It wasn't that type of a place. He wanted to give
me a quickie, telling me he would spend more time
massaging my cock, when we got to his place. Hot
blowjob, though. The man is talented."

"So, you got the full treatment at his place, did
you?"

"Hmm... I figured it might lead to it, then he did
something... something... I don't know what you call
it `odd' maybe, but it was the grossest thing I ever
heard of doing," Tony said, with disgust.

"Kinky?" Matt suggests.

"Yeah, that's the word... `kinky' is right!" Telling
about how his clothes got wet, Tony went on to say,
"Then when I said I had to piss real bad, he got on
his knees and told me to piss on him. You ever hear
anything more gross in your whole life?"

"Well," Matt says nonchalantly, "it's obvious it was
turning Jack on."

"Maybe you didn't hear me right... he wanted me to
point my cock at him and piss all over his chest."

"If it would making him feel good, I think you should
have done it."

"Wait. I don't believe I'm hearing this. You're
putting me down for not pissing all over the guy?"
Tony questions.

"I'm not putting you down, Tony. You asked my opinion
and I'm giving it to you. I mean, it's obvious you dig
the guy because you went home with him."

"I went home with him for another blowjob, not taking
a leak on him in the shower."

"Well, look," Matt says, getting up, "it's apparent
this is something you don't want to do. I mean, there
wouldn't have been any harm if you had done what Jack
asked you to do and then you could have had sex
anyway. Doing something he liked most likely would
have added to the enjoyment you would be receiving
later on. What harm would it have been to piss on the
guy, then have him shower it off? I've gotta work on
my paper."

For the next five minutes, Matt typed away at his
computer keyboard, as Tony sat on the side of the bed,
thinking, then retrieved the bag of wet clothes from
the hamper. "I'm headed to the laundry to dry these
out."

Matt replied an almost inaudible, "Okay."

"You're still mad at me, aren't you?"

"I'm not mad at you, Tony. I have to get this paper
done for tomorrow. It's your life. You live it the way
you want."

Walking the corridor, Tony exerted a hasty smile
whenever one of his buds passed him by, adding a
"Hey," but his mind dwelled more on what was said by
his roommate. Trudging each of the stair-steps
downwards, he thought about how it wouldn't have been
so bad to have appeased Jack's wishes. Sure, he could
have showered off and it would have been done and over
with. Other than his weird request, Tony thought Jack
was a nice guy. Feeling up his crotch, Tony didn't
discount the awesome blowjob he received. At the
bottom landing, he hesitated, thinking of whether to
continue his descent, to the dorm basement laundry
room or head out towards the student parking lot.

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Copyright 2007 T. Chase McPhee
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