Date: Wed, 28 Dec 2005 11:34:34 -0800 (PST)
From: T. Chase McPhee <survivalgame@yahoo.com>
Subject: A 'Nature Walk' Christmas   fourteen

The following story is a work of fiction, set in the
format of reality. Any resemblance to real people is
entirely coincidental in nature, and is not meant to
accurately depict, nor reflect upon persons in towns,
cities, or governmental areas, in 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. This is fiction. Do not
forget, in real life, to think about 'sexual safety
matter'; got condom?

"A 'Nature Walk' Christmas" fourteen
wriTten by T. Chase McPhee

%

"Where are you and Matty sleeping tonight, Chad?"
Philip asked, with Aidan standing nearby.

"Try that one again, squirts, and Santa's not going to
bring you anything!"

"You tell'em, Chad," Matty backed up his lover.

Chad and Matty had grown wise to waking up. The night
before they had made sure the bed sheet and blanket
had been thoroughly secured beneath the mattresses.
They weren't leaving any leeway for toes to get
tickled. They also stashed Chad's sneakers in the
closet.

As the kids drank their cocoa, in the kitchen, the
dads showed up at the back door.

"Um, we just want you to know that we're charging you
double time and half for sitting these squirts!" Matty
informed the two.

"Ugh..."

"Nice party, dads?" Matty asked

Philip asks, "Dad, how come dad your bowtie is
underneath your shirt?"

"Yeah, dad." Aidan then asks, "How come your bowtie is
under your collar?"

"'Explain it to ya later. Hold down the fort, will ya
Chad and Matty?"

Next another knock came at the back door.

"Hey, can we use your shower?"

Even though it was like thirty degrees outdoors,
Terence Beethoven and friend showed up, naked from the
waist up, except for the black ties. Rick Angelozzi
had his long necktie draped down his chest, minus the
shirt.

"How come your outside without no shirt, Terry?" Diego
asks.

"We're members of the Icebergers Club."

"What's them?" Diego asks.

"We like cold."

Philip observes, "Just like me, Terry. When your nips
get cold, they get all shrivelly!"

The twenty-six year old looked down, wondering how
Philip could see his nips through his thick chest
hair. Instead, he felt up both nips, rubbing his palms
over his chest.

Then they all mocked him, "Feel good, Terry?"

Chad joined in with, "Yeah, really Terry... getting
kinky around the squirts!"

"Aren't you going to introduce us to your hottie
friend?" Matty asks.

Chad busts his lover, "Matty, you doofus. Can't you
see you're embarrassing the guy? My name is Chad Barr.
What's your's, hunk?"

They all howled at Chad's remark, especially after
busting Matty over the same thing. Rick did blush a
bit.

"Chad Barr, you say?" Rick asked.

"Yup."

"I seem to have a few questions to ask you," Rick
replies, emptying his pockets to find his pad.

Terence answers the question on Chad's face, "F.B.I.!"

"For real?" Philip asks.

Aidan adds, "Holy cow! The feds are in our house."

Diego, a bit sleepy, but nonetheless, enthralled as
the other two, asks, "Are you gonna arrest Chad?"

"No, I'm not going to do that, son."

Chad and Matty had already connected with Terence, as
Rick fidgeted for his pad. With smiles on their faces,
they wiggled their eyebrows, telling Terence he had
some hot find there.

"Matty?"

"Yeah, squirt?" he acknowledges Diego.

"How come you and Chad are wriggling your eyes at
Terence?"

Philip and Aidan howled, knowing Chad and Matty grew
embarrassed at Diego's question, right in the front of
Rick. Unknown to their being, Rick picked up on
Diego's question, but kept it to himself. It lent to
more incentive to get to know Terence more. Up until
now he wasn't sure if this was still part of a one
night stand. The sex in bed was great. Standing there
in the kitchen, twisting and turning to find which
pocket his pad was in, well it hurt his freshly-fucked
ass a bit!

"Terry, are you gonna stay over and wake up with us
for Christmas?"

"Um, I dunno, Philip."

"Oh pleeeeeeeez?"

"Yeah, c'mon Terry," Aidan followed Philip's act,
hands together, like a little beggar.

"Looks like we're old news, Matty," Chad states.

His plans before Desmond and Rick descended on the
party, was to go home and spend Christmas Eve with
Pastor Jack, however with Rick literally falling into
his life, and the same with Desmond latching onto
Jack, he thought that nothing was keeping him from
staying. Though, he wondered about Rick's plans.

"We'll think about it guys, okay?" Terence came to the
conclusion.

Rick went along with whatever Terence told them. In
reality, the twenty-seven year old hoped it would turn
out where he stayed too. With Desmond going home with
Pastor Jack, that would leave him alone at the motel.

"Hey guys, can you direct us to the nearest shower?"

"How come you didn't shower at my daddie's house?"
Diego asks.

"Um, Chad?"

"Yeah, Terence?"

"Do the kid a favor and keep him here tonight?"

Diego looked at Terence, wondering why. That is until
he asked.

"Why?"

"Um, because the house is a little messy right now and
your daddies want to make sure it's cleaned up, after
the party. See how much your daddies think of you?"

"Yup. I'm so lucky to have the best daddies in the
whole world!" Diego replies.

Of course, Aidan and Philip jumped to dispute that!

"So, where's the shower?"

"When we get back, you squirts better be ready for
bed."

"Where am I gonna sleep?" Little Diego asks.

"In the squirts bedroom of course." Chad, looking at
Philip and Aidan, suggests, "I'm sure you two wouldn't
mind sleeping in the same bed, so Diego can have one
to sleep in?"

"Oh no, Chad. We wouldn't mind at all!"

Matty says, "Five minutes and we'll be back. If Santa
Claus sees you guys in the kitchen, he'll hightail it
out of here and forget to leave the presents!"

Going on to caution the three squirts, Matty went on
to tell them that the kitchen needed to be spotless.
They dove into the chore instantly.

"Um, you guys have anything we can change into after
we shower?"

"Of course. We always provide clothes for the
houseguests," Chad told Terence.

"Hee hee, being that we're here more than at home."

Matty leads the two into the guest room.

"You two can have the bed. Chad and I like the sofa in
the den."

"Why? What's wrong with the bed?"

"You see that skylight up there?"

"Yeah," Rick said, looking up.

As Rick looked up, Chad and Matty took on the view of
the ted slowly removing his pants from each leg. Chad
nudged Matty, as they both saw the bulge. Terence whom
had been going through the closet, emerged just in
time to capture the two, spying on Rick.

"Owwwch!" the two said, as if in unison.

Terence reached around Chad's right side and Matty's
left, tweaking a nip a piece.

And then, to deliberately embarrass the two, "I think
Chad and Matty are really starting to like you, Rick.
The top half and the bottom!"

"Terence, you fuck!"

"Careful what you wish for, for Christmas, Matty!"
Terence replied, grinning.

Easy-mannered, Rick replied, "Actually I'll take their
browsing," he put it in airy parenthesis, "as a
compliment. Thanks guys. In fact...."

Terence got the last laugh, as Matty and Chad watched
Rick lower his already lowrise briefs, his thumb
catching under the elastic and pulling them down.

"Whoooa," Matty sighed, "you've got to be packin' at
least nine inches!"

"Nine and a half, to be exact," Rick replied.

Chad asks, "I don't suppose they make you measure it
when you sign up?"

"Yeah and they measure the circumference of his
asshole, too," Terence mocks.

"Really?" Chad asks, "Do they measure it with a dildo
or the real thing?"

"Oh, the real thing of course. That's why I have to
get on my laptop tonight and email the `ass measuring
department' and report that it hurt when Terence
shoved his seven inches up my ass!"

Chad and Matty laughed their asses off, but also
guessed that it must've been some party.

"Hey, Preppy, we better get the squirts to bed and
hightail it home to get the presents."

"Yeah, we better. Um, one question though," Chad poses
to Rick, "if Terry fucked you, then how are you going
to get rid of that monster hardon, Rick?"

"Why, Chad? You volunteering your ass?"

"No way. Only one man fucks this ass!"

"Oh, so you're a hot bottom, are you?"

Chad replies to Rick, "Used to. I mean."

"What Chad means is that we used to switch, but I
think we've gotten to the point where... well, we have
this `understanding'."

Matty had to put his arm around Chad, rubbing the side
of his head up against his loverman.

"That's real nice guys. Real nice. I'm happy for you.
I hope someday I meet a man that will make me happy
like you two are," Rick replied.

Terence stood there, hoping for the same thing, as he
watched Rick tell Chad and Matty.

"C'mon Preppy, let's move?"

%

"I kind of feel funny being here."

"Don't Dean. Patrick and I have talked it over and we
think it's the best solution for right now."

"But you and Patrick are in love Zach."

"And are you denying you and Patrick aren't, Dean?"

"I'm sorry Zach."

"Don't be Dean. I'm not."

"You're not? But aren't you jealous or anything?"

"Not really. I understand things like this happen and
well, I'm also optimistic that we can work this out
between the three of us. Let me ask you, Dean. Are you
jealous?"

"Oh no. Not in the least. I mean, if it means making
Patrick happy, I'm willing to try to make this work.
But I just don't know how it goes with three guys in a
relationship."

"Yeah, I'm kind of freaked out about this myself,"
Patrick put it to Zach. "What do we do in bed, Zach?"

"That I can't predict. What we have to do is get in
bed and see where it goes."

So, like three peas in a pod, Zach gets in bed first,
followed by Patrick and then Dean. The three nudes
guys lay on their backs, flat out, looking at the
ceiling.

"I think you should be in the middle, Zach."

"Why's that Patrick?"

"Because this way you can get to know Dean, plus
you're the oldest."

"Hey, just because I'm twenty-two, doesn't make me any
better at this, Patrick."

"Wow, I didn't know you were `that' old, Zach!"

"Well, it's not like I'm ancient or anything, Dean.
Like I'm only five years older than you."

"I guess. It just seemed like you were older,
because.... Never mind."

Zach smiled. He knew why. The whole time he got up to
climb over Patrick, Dean's eyes had been on his
crotch. He knew as far as the stats went, he out
numbered the two. However, something that tickled
Zach's vision was that dark blonde treasure trail
running from Dean's navel into his blonde pubes. He
wanted like hell at least to touch it. That's one
thing that turned Zach on, as far back as he can
remember. As he got older, his treasure trail became
integrated with the swirl of dark brown hair that
seemed to twist around his navel. Then as his stomach
hair began coming in thicker, his treasure trail lost
it's sole identity. In addition to beating the two
guys at shaft size, he also killed the odds on being
the hairiest of the three, his chest nice and dark,
covering his pecs from side to side and neck to mid
chest. Patrick had a bit of hair midchest, that seemed
to stripe his stomach, right down to his pubes,
covering his navel.

"Are you going to fuck me, Zach?"

"Do you want me to fuck you, Dean?"

"I dunno. Do you want to?"

"Hey, for now I'm doing all the fucking around here!"

"Well, excuse us!" Zach said. Then he added, "Then you
should be the one in the middle!"

"Owwwch!" Patrick replied, after Zach gave Patrick a
slap on the stomach.

Dean laughed, watching Zach crawl back over Patrick,
giving him little niptugs and fingering his navel.

"You guys are a panic!" Dean told them.

Patrick says, "Oh you just wait Dean. Wait till I get
ahold of your little nubs!"

Thus the threeway love affair got underway.

%

"I don't believe how much you are packing away,
Rodrigo," Travis Zimmerling remarked.

He, Riley and Rodrigo sat there at the kitchen table
at Riley's flat. After dinner out, Rodrigo helped put
away the other half of an apple pie.

"I never have ice cream on pie before. It good!"

"No doubt," Riley replied. "Looks like I'll have to
buy two half gallons from now on!"

"Riley?"

"Yes, Travis?"

"I want to thank you for putting us up, especially on
Christmas Eve."

"Well couldn't leave out there in the cold."

Rodrigo says, "I tell you Riley good man and help you.
He help me, too."

A knock came at the front door. Riley rose to get it.
Travis follows, knowing it's most likely his brother.
Opening the door they get a most unwelcome surprise.

"What the hell happened to you?"

"Oh nooooooooooo," Travis panics.

"Ai caramba!" Rodrigo shouts, looking at Travis' twin
brother, his face bruised, lip cut open.

"C'mon, let's get you to the hospital."

Tristan Zimmerling takes one step inside the house and
collapses.

"Do you know how to drive, Travis?"

"Yes, but a police car?"

"I know I'll probably get my head handed to me, but we
don't have a choice."

As Travis got behind the wheel of the patrol car,
Riley was in the back, on his cellphone with WRMH.

"You know the way to the hospital, right Travis?"

"Yes."

"Good. Rodrigo, flick that switch over there and
Travis, step on it!"

"You mean I get to go through the lights?"

"Yeah, but carefully."

Riley went to work on Tristan. He unbuttoned his
shirt, peeling it. He didn't like what he saw; bruise
marks on the teen's stomach, as well as around the
face.

"Fuck, your old man sure did do a number on you!"

"Oh shit!" Travis called out.

"Ai caramba!" Rodrigo called out, as the concrete
abutment scratched the entire side of the patrol car.

Rodrigo watched as the concrete buckled, snapping off
the car handled. He jumped across the seat, falling
against Travis.

"Not now, Rodrigo!" Travis yelled out.

"I not try anything. I scared it break window!"

Even in moments of despair, a little humor flickered
between the two.

"Don't worry about it. Just get us to the hospital!"

As they pull up, a patrol car pulls behind Riley's.

"You're in serious trouble young man," the officer
tells Travis.

"But...." Travis tries to speak.

"Oh Riley, what is this?"

"Forget that and help me get this kid on the
stretcher."

Calling ahead made all the difference in the world.
Dr. Maria Scalia happened to be on duty for her last
hour, before going home. It would make a difference
for Tristan's wellbeing that she was there and her
hasty action to get him the badly needed medical
attention.

"Mike, I want you to do me a favor."

"Sure, Riley."

"The kid's father did this to him. We need a warrant
for his arrest."

"I'll get on it right away."

Riley had a double-take, watching Mike Green walk
away. He thought to himself, `Dammit, Mike, too bad
you're already taken, you fox!'

"I knew I should have warned Tris to get out of
there."

"What do you mean get out of there, Travis?"

"Yeah, what you mean, Travis?" Rodrigo asks.

With Travis in the middle, Rodrigo rubs Travis' back,
trying to console him. Riley made up his mind hours
ago, ever since they left the men's shop, that he had
lost Rodrigo to Travis. He summed it up as they
clicked and he didn't. Plus, he thought what folly it
to be that himself, a thirty year old guy could
possibly meet up with a an eighteen year old and
click. A year ago he made a vow that by this Christmas
he would find a man and settle down. He had such high
hopes that Rodrigo was that Christmas present to
himself. However, he also thought about Travis and his
brother. For now his hopes and dreams didn't matter.
The important thing was that Tristan would pull
through. Yeah, the biggest blessing this Christmas
would be to see Travis smiling. Then, looking to
Rodrigo, he smiled to himself, thinking of all that
food shopping he did this week, only to have half of
it eaten out from under him!

%

"I can't believe you're a pastor, Jack."

"And I can't believe what a fuckin' bad boy you are,
Desi!"

"What do you mean bad boy?"

"Just get your legs up in the air. I need to cool down
my hard shaft!"

"Oh man do you like to fuck!"

"Like you don't want it, Desi?"

"Um, take it easy, huh Jack?"

Back in the rectory, the home shared with Terence
Beethoven, the six foot, four inch reverend gently
leaned forward, the tip of his 9.5c slowly piercing
the FBI man's ass ring.

"Oooooh akkkkooooooh ooooh!"

"Feel's good, don't it badboy?"

"I'm not a...akkkkkk ooooh oooh shit, ok...okay... I'm a
badboy!"

"Hee heee heee... I knew I'd get it out of ya!"

"Are you sure you're allowed to act like that, being a
minister and all?"

"Hey, I'm human first. Second, a top. Third, a top
that likes to fuck a tight ass and man, is yours
tight, Des."

After he got that bit of information of out Desmond,
Pastor Jack worked his way in slowly.

"Ooooooh...ooooh fuck!" Desmond called out.

"How's my bi-boy like his fuck? Feel good?"

"Hell yeah!"

"Hey, watch the language," Pastor Jack warned him.

"Oops! Sorry," Desmond replied.

However, Desmond went on to curse left and right, as
he felt his ass canal stretched. He wasn't the only
one throwing around an occasional, `hell yeah', or
`fuck this is hot'. Both, only human exclaimed how
they felt, without thinking about it.

%

"Hey, are you guys gonna do stuff in bed, like my
daddies do?"

"What does your daddies do in bed?" Aidan asked Diego.

"I dunno. Probbly the same as your daddies do. A lotta
kissin' and stuff."

Philip adds, "Probbly what they do in the `Queer As
Folk' DVD. Remember when we saw them at Matty's,
Aidan?"

"Oh, I remember. Yeah, this one guy had his cock
inside the other guy's ass."

"Yikes!" Diego says.

"Didn't you know that, Diego?"

"Nope. Why would he want to do that? Get all brown
stuff on it... yeeech!"

"He didn't get anything on his cock."

"No?"

"Nope. When the guy pulled his cock out of the guy's
ass, it was all white, right Phil?"

"Yup, Aidan's right, except it had all this gooey
stuff."

"Oh yeah, I forgot about that. Yeah, like Phil said,
his juices exploded when he was inside the guy."

"Ex-plowded?" Diego asks.

"Yeah. It happens. Don't you ever work your own cock,
Diego?"

"What do you mean work my cock?"

"Show him, Aidan," Philip taunts him.

Reluctantly, Aidan says, "Okay."

Slapping the covers off of himself and Philip, Aidan
arches his back to get his pajama bottoms down. Diego
sits on the edge of his bed. He watches, as Aidan
curves his hand around his little cock.

"We saw how they did it on `Queer As Folk'," Philip
informs Diego.

"And the pee pee is gonna come out?"

"Not pee pee, Diego. It's this gooey stuff," Philip
tells him, as Aidan is starting to `feel real nice'.

But nothing happens.

"Oh well, I guess my cream isn't backed up enough."

"It's not what?" Diego asks.

"Yeah, it's gotta get built up," Philip explains,
"like on `Queer As Folks', the guy said his balls were
empty."

Diego feels his crotch.

"I think mine are empty, too. I just pee peed before I
went to bed."

"It doesn't come out when you pee pee, Diego."

"Yeah," Aidan helps Philip explain, "and pee pee
doesn't come out when the cream comes out."

"Oh."

Getting tired, Philip says, "Ask your daddies. They
can tell you about it."

"Yeah," Aidan agrees, "ask your daddies."

"I will."

%

"Rough night, Mike?"

"Yeah. Oh man. It couldn't have ended any worse."

"Why? What happened?"

Mike went on to explain, as Gary massaged his
shoulders. From his shoulders, his hands reached
around in front and slowly began to unfasten the
buttons of Mike's police shirt.

"Sounds like you could use some TLC."

"Oh yeah. Need to unwind. How about a beer?"

"Oh no you don't. I"ve got something special planned
for us."

"Heeeey, you ripped the buttons on my shirt!"

"Yeah, what a shame, huh?"

Mike wasn't too much perturbed, as Gary pulled the
shirt down his back, letting it catch at his wrists,
as if cuffing him. Moving around to the front, Mike
threw his head back, as Gary licked over his right
nip.

"Ooooooooh...."

As Gary gnawed away on the nip, his hands busied with
his thirty-seven year old lover's buckle. Letting the
pants, laden with the belt buckle that supported
Mike's revolver, cuff and pouch, nightstick and other
equipment, they fell to the floor with a thud.

"Careful, that could go off."

"Are you talking about this?" Gary replied, sticking
his hand down the front of Mike's briefs.

"'That' more likely than the one on my belt!"

"Oh, I'm counting on it, but not until it's shoved up
my ass!"

"Aren't we the horny little buzzard? Hey, where you
going, hon?"

"Out to the hot tub. Lose the clothes by the time you
get there?"

Mike smiled. He had to pull up his pants in order to
sit and take his boots off. However, he noted how
stiff his shaft had gotten, feeling up the briefs that
Gary had snapped back into place.

"Shit!" He called out when his boot lace got snagged
in a knot.

Frustration set in, as his balls continued on churning
away, thinking of the hot time they would be having in
the hot tub.

"Oh hell!" He said, selecting the large paring knife
out of the butcher block.

He laughed, as if getting the best of his boot lace,
slicing through it, speaking to himself, "Hee heee...
thought you were going to stop me, huh you little
fucker! I'll show ya who's boss!"

"Um, you always talk to your boot like that Mike?"

"Oh hi.......Zach?"  Mike replied, gulping when he looked
upon the twenty-two year old, in the buff.

"I just stopped down for some Pepsi."

"And how did it work out with you and Patrick and his
friend?"

Mike couldn't help it but stop to look at the pale
ass, as Zach bent over to look for the cans of soda.

"We, Dean's dad, Gary, Patrick and I got together and
talked it out...."

Sitting there, he couldn't help it. Mike began to rub
his crotch. Not like he was going to jump and rape the
living daylights out of Zach, but the feeling felt
good.

".....the best we could come up with for now, not that I
minded at all... in fact...."

Mike giggled, as Zach squatted down, to look under the
bottom shelf, his cock touched the floor. Right away,
Zach scooped that and his balls up in his hand.

"......oooh, that's cold! So, as it stands we're trying it
out as a threesome... threeway... whatever you call it."

"Nice," Mike replied.

Standing, Zach turned round, three cans of Pepsi in
one hand.

"What's nice?"

"That you three are working it out."

"Oh."

"Why? What did you think I meant, Zach?"

They both smiled at each other.

"I better get this upstairs."

On his way, he snatched the bag of chips from atop the
fridge.

"Mike, are you coming before Christmas day?"

"Oh yeah. Just had a snag in my lace. Nothing that
Japanese steel can't handle!"

"Well, don't forget to put it in the dishwasher,
please!"

"Yeah right. Next thing you'll be accusing me is that
my roast beef tastes like leather."

"Now do I ever complain about how your meat tastes,
Mike?"

That made Mike hustle out to the hot tub, Gary holding
the door for him.

%

"Yeah, I don't believe it. I'm sitting there,
counseling the kid and he starts asking me about my
childhood."

"What about your childhood, Tony?"

"Oh, nothing."

"Nothing, huh? You told Patrick about your childhood,
but not me?"

"Estefan, don't get all riled up over it. I only
mentioned it because I was supposed to be counseling
Patrick and instead, he turns the whole session
around, as if he's supposed to be counseling me.
That's the only reason I brought it up."

"Your sweating now, Tony."

The twenty-five year old withdrew his questions for
the night. He could see that his `interrogation' was
starting to get Tony upset.

"Um, you want to play with my nips tonight?"

"Nah. I just feel like laying here with you. Okay?"

"No problem."

"Just thought it would make you relaxed."

"I'm relaxed laying here with you holding me."

However, Estefan was determined to make the twenty-six
year old intern loosened up. Breaking away from their
embrace, the Latino got up on his knees.

"What are you doing?"

"Shhhhh," He told Tony.

As if he already summed up what was going to happen to
him, Tony rolled over onto his back, placing his hands
behind his head.

"Oh, so now you're trying to seduce me, huh?"

Tony didn't reply, but watched as Estefan climbed up
the bed, his knees separating as he straddled his
torso. His 6.5c dragged along his pubic region,
stimulating his own cock into action. He got hit with
a double whammy, as Estefan lowered himself, grinding
his shaft into his pubes, as his mouth encompassed his
hairy armpit. Sucking on the pit hair, he felt Estefan
lapping like a cat lapping up milk.

"Oooooh," Tony sighed, at the wet feeling in the
pocket of his arm, but also the motion of Estefan's
piece massaging his own. In no time at all, Estefan
sensed the moment when he should slide off of Tony's
body, onto his back and raise his legs. Up from the
bed Tony got himself, stroking his ten inch spike,
readying it for penetration.

%

"How are you enjoying the party, Billy?"

"Nice, Michael."

"Um, it's Mr. Case around the other guest, Billy."

"Sorry Mr. Case."

"Billy, go ask Jake Manning to step over here to see
me?"

"Yes, sir."

The forty-one year old dominant top watched Billy walk
away. He almost licked his lips, seeing that tight
bubble butt, stuffed into the black leather chaps.
When he turned, he eyed up and down, the hot bear
chest and stomach. He wanted the fireman and bad.
Tonight he would claim his ass. Whether Billy saw it
as love or not, Michael Case was used to taking what
he wanted. He wanted Billy. His cock could almost
taste the hot ass chute.

"You wanted to see me, Mike?"

"Yeah, Jake. I was wondering if you can take on the
`MC' position for me tonight?"

"You kidding, Mike? Have all that fun in the dungeon
without you? You look forward to this every year? What
could be more important than playing with a bunch of
hot guys in the dungeon?"

Looking at Billy, Michael Case replies, "Jake, I think
I've met my man."

"The bear?"

"Yeah. Funny isn't it?"

"But Mike, I thought you always had your heart set on
a trim, muscled type guy?"

"Things change, I guess, Jake. I don't know what it
is, but everything about Billy strikes me as the man
I've wanted all my life."

"Um, tell me if I'm wrong, but do you mean taking him
for you boy?"

"I don't know how that's going to work out Jake."

"Oh yeah. You've got it bad, Mike."

"You think so, Jake?"

"Yeah and don't worry. I'll be the perfect host."

"I didn't think you would give me much of a problem
and oh, almost forgot."

"What's that, Mike?"

Looking at his watch, he says, "I got your Christmas
present coming. He should be showing in about ten
minutes. The name's Dave Taylor. Billy's buddy from
the fire department. If you don't want to bed him,
take him down to the dungeon and be merry, if you know
what I mean?"

"Hmm... might decide to do both, Mike."

"Hey, he's all yours. Do what you want with him."

"Thanks. Got stats on him?"

"Thirty-six years old, dark hair, not much else other
than he's homophobic."

Michael waited for a response. One he knew he would
get.

"Oh yeah. Definitely gonna breed him tonight!"

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"I haven't had quite a nice Christmas like this in a
long time, guys."

"Last year was our first Chrismas together," Jim told
Maury.

"Well, if you two want to be by yourselves...."

The two teens pressed Maury back down into the bed.

"You're not going anywhere, Maury," Connor replied.

"Hey guys, look. I appreciate the thought, but I'm
like almost twenty years older than you guys and..."

"So? Aren't you gay and a man?" Jim asks.

"Yeah, so?"

"That's all that matters."

"Yeah, but I'm sure you two young guys would rather be
alone than with an older guy like me on Christmas
Eve."

"I guess we'll have to show Maury we don't mind, huh
Connor?"

Going along, Connor replies, "Yeah. Let's get'im!"

Not having bottomed since he was fifteen and tried it
just to find out, Jim began licking at Maury's left
hairy nip.

"C'mon, get on his other one, Connor."

"Cool!" Connor called out, as the two high school
jocks lowered their mouths over Maury's chest.

They giggled, hearing Maury moan and groan. Jim's hand
slid down the hairy stomach, connecting with Maury's
hard shaft. He stroked it nice and easy. His hand
slipped lower, cupping Maury's balls and massaging
them. If Maury's hand went for his own cock, Jim
slapped it away.

"Un-uh, Maury. Don't be a bad boy."

Connor reaffirmed Jim's decision, saying, "Yeah, bad
boys get coal in their stocking for Christmas."

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Continued....in "Nature Country" 01

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