Date: Wed, 7 Dec 2005 13:19:50 -0800 (PST)
From: T Chase McPhee <survivalgame@yahoo.com>
Subject: A 'Nature Walk' Christmas   three

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" three
wriTten by T. Chase McPhee

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"That Maria Scalia is a sweetheart!"

"I take it she didn't give you a problem?"

"No. In fact, she cued me into something new."

"I know you have a hot ass, so what could be so
revealing, Gary?"

"Where did this horny streak come from all of a
sudden, Mike?"

Walking across the kitchen, the thirty-seven year old
cop zeroes in on his lover, sitting there at the
table, still in his dress clothes.

"Could be the sexy way you're dressed?"

"I'm not dressed any different than any other day,"
the thirty-six year old psychiatrist explains.

"Must be this hint you're trying to get across."

"Hint?" Gary questions, looking down upon himself.

He follows Mike's hand, pawing his dark chest hair,
revealed by the `V' shape of the opening of his shirt,
the buttoning dropped down by two button holes.
However, Mike's horny demeanor, the pulsating in his
crotch, drives him to expand the `V'.

"Oooooohhhhh!" Gary sighs, as Mike moves the shirt to
one side, his index finger and thumb lightly kneading
a nip.

"Hmm... not much longer."

"Not much longer what?"

"Not much longer before I'll have to open up and let
out that pent up erection!"

"Um, I thought we discussed something of official
importance here?"

"Oh yeah. So, what's this
more-important-than-sex-matter that she spoke of?"

"Well, the new intern at the hospital, a doctor Tony
D'Agostino, seems to have a brilliant college record."

"How nice. Can I unzip you now?"

"Mike, can you be serious?"

"Okay babe. Sorry. You're right."

But on the other hand, Gary saw where he dashed the
life right out of his lover's `fooling around' spirit
and that two bothered him. Instead of going on about
the news he had, he got up, put his arms around Mike's
shoulders and drew him into an embracing kiss.

"Mmmmmmm...." Mike sighed, the only audible sound
emitted during the lip-lock.

"Will that hold you for a few minutes?"

"If it doesn't, I've got a pair of cuffs in the draw.
Feel free to cuff me to the chair!"

They giggled.

"So, what about this Dr. D'Agostino?"

"Seems he's one of these medical school geniuses who
could cope with more than one area of expertise."

"Yeah and?"

"He has a degree in psychology."

"How convenient. So, he's going to be taking on some
of your patients, to free you up to be with Pat," Mike
surmised.

"Actually, Mike, and Maria thought this, a better idea
would be if we assigned Dr. D'Agostino to help
Patrick."

Out loud, to himself, Mike tries to get it straight in
his mind, using his finger, pointing it in the air,
figures, "Dr. D'Agostino and Pat, instead of you and
Pat, you say?"

"Yeah. Maria figured it might be better, if Patrick,
works with someone he doesn't know, plus a younger
doctor."

"How old is this Dr. D'Agostino?"

"Twenty-six and...."

"And?"

Gary lays on Mike, "He's able to relate to the gay
sexuality."

"D'Agostino's gay?"

Smiling, arms crossing his chest, as if delivering a
prognosis, Gary shakes his head, `yes'.

Mike, as his usual demeanor, when finding out a guy's
gay sexuality, asks, "How big is his dick?"

"I'm gonna smack you, Mike! Come over here, you. I'll
show you a big dick!"

%

"So, have you and mama planned out the whole Christmas
menu, Juan?"

"I don't think so, but we sure put a dent in this
bottle of wine, haven't we Mama Bernice?"

"You sure got that right, Juan!"

"That sort of looks edible, what is it?" Alberto asks
his wife, of the dish lying on the kitchen island.

"Meat loaf," she says. Then looking at Juan, Bernice
asks, "That is what is it, isn't it, Juan honey?"

"I thought it was the chocolate cake I was throwing
together for dessert tonight. Hmm.... `Was wondering why
it had onions in it!" Juan informs her.

"Chocolate cake? I thought it was the meat loaf!"

Miguel wrinkles up his nose, saying, "Nasty! Um, Papi,
can we take a raincheck on dinner?"

"I think we better, son. I've never tasted Chocolate
Meatloaf and I don't intend on ever doing so!"

"C'mon Juan," the twenty-one year old says, hauling
his lover's ass out of the kitchen, through the back
door.

"But I'm hungry!"

"Yeah, me too, but I don't feel like getting the
Hershey squirts fifteen minutes later!"

Miguel rolls his eyes, stuffing Juan's carcass into
the new, lime green Infiniti, with a laughing spree
set off by his own humorous statement.

%

"Hi mom!"

Barbra Matthews stands there, in silence.

"Okay, what's up with you two?"

"Mom, can you go in the kitchen for a minute while we
bring something in from the car?"

Smiling, she turns, walking away from her son and his
lover.

"C'mon Jim. Let's hustle!"

Connor and Jim run out the front door and quickly
untie the Christmas tree from the top of the SUV.
Hauling it in, Jim taking the rear, they bring it in
the front door. Taking the tree into the living room,
Jim sets the end on the floor in front of the bay
window, where three separate panes open to the rear
forest.

"Oh shit! Can't leave that on the rug," Connor curses,
"mom'll have our asses!"

"Hmm... Sorry to be selfish, but I'd rather have your
ass all to myself, Connor!"

"Jim? Mom's going to be walking through that door in
five seconds. I guarantee it!"

"Five seconds are up!"

"Oh hi mom!"

Barbra Matthews sees the pitch from the tree already
sliming her beige rug. However, the sight of her son,
with the love of his life standing with him -- and the
tree, the season `to be merry' -- overwhelms her.
Caring less what happens to the rug, she runs up to
them, putting their priority even over the tree.

"Ooooooh I've gotta be the luckiest mom in the world!"

Her instigated,  three-way hug, makes Connor lose his
grip on the tree. It falls over, putting the tip to
the bay window. They hear a crack.

"Oh shit!" The boys cry out, breaking up the hug.

"It's gonna go!" Jim cries out.

With all his weight, Jim tackles both Connor and his
mom, taking them both to the floor. Sure enough, a
loud snap, crackle and smash is detected by the three.


"Owwwch!" one of them yells out. "It got me!"

"Oh my Lord.... Oh my Lord!" Barbra shouts out, lifting
herself out from under Jim.

"It's only a little cut," Jim says, of the shard of
glass sticking out from the palm of his hand.

"Little cut? Connor, dial 911!"

"You got it, mom."

Barbra Matthews, whom has assumed legal guardianship
of Jim, several months prior, does her best to apply
pressure to the wound.

"Owe damn, mom," Jim refers to `her', as if his own,
"I got blood all over the rug!"

"Phooey with the blood, it had already been stained by
that.... That beautiful tree!"

"Oh, sorry about that, mom. Connor said you'd be
angry."

"I'm not angry." Then, half smiling and half in tears
she says, "Rugs can be replaced. Sons can't!"

"Guess who picked up the phone?"

"Who?"

"Our own Dr. Scalia."

"Is she sending an ambulance?"

"Ambulance, mom? Since you hooked up with her, she's
escorting half the hospital staff, personally to our
house!"

Jim, half in pain, half with teasing mischief, toys,
"I knew your relationship with her would pay off big
time, mom!"

Barbra teases back, "If I knew you were going to be
`this' much trouble, Jim, I would've broken you two
up, for sure!"

However, that's where the joking stopped. Barbra even
wound up apologizing to the hilt, seeing the two boys
gaze at each other.

"I guess we've all been through a lot this year and
have so much to be thankful for."

Before too much reminiscing could be accomplished, the
reserves rolled in.

"Is he decent?" Came the fifty-one year old doctor's
opening comment.

"We're in here, Maria," Barbra called out.

Connor states, "You really did bring the whole
hospital!"

In comes three paramedics, Callan O'Meara, included.

"Hey, Callan, how are you?"

"This ain't no coffee klatche, so get your asses in
hear and get to work on this boy!" Dr. Scalia orders,
in a feisty manner.

"Later," Callan replies to Connor, with a smile.

"You okay, Barbra? Need something?"

"Yeah, Maria. Need two boys who can stay out of
trouble!"

However, it's Jim who reports, "Well, if you hadn't
given us that hug, mom, the three wouldn't have fallen
through the window!"

He smiles. Barbra smiles. Maria smiles. The round of
smiles rounds up, with Connor laughing.

"You guys are pathetic!"

Callan reports, "We're leaving the glass in his hand.
Are you going to help us here, Dr. Scalia or what?"

"Seems like you've got everything under control, smart
ass!"

Callan smiles, as the other two paramedics help Jim
onto the gurney. As the ambulance takes off, Connor
rides along with Jim. Maria and Barbra take her car.

"Do you think she liked the tree, Jim?"

%

"Sean, Jacq just called," Barry relays to him.

"I guess I better get going."

"Wait Sean, you didn't tell us about how you got your
balls stretched!" Aidan tells him.

"Yeah and your nips, too!" Philip inquires.

In front of Barry, Sean blushes.

"What's this?" Barry inquires. "What is this about,
Sean?"

"Maybe Steve, can explain. I better get going."

"That's okay. I invited Jacq for dinner. He's on his
way over. I'll have Steve throw a coupla more
hamburgers on...." Then in the distance, Sean hears,
"Steve? I need to talk to you!"

"Uh-oh," Sean replies to the boys.

"Sounds like dad-Steve is in trouble."

Aidan replies to Philip's hunch, "That's okay. Your
dad is always forgiving my dad, so he's not really in
trouble!"

"I guess not. They'll kiss and do all that stuff and
then things will be fine again," Aidan adds.

"See, that's what I mean."

"Mean what, Sean?" Philip asks.

"About not saying anything about what we've talked
about."

Aidan slips and confesses, "That's why we had our
fingers crossed!"

"Aidan, you dummy!"

"Oops! Sorry about that Phil!"

"So, you two are double crossing me, are ya?"

Sean gets a wicked idea.

"Hmm... should take you upstairs and tie your little
balls together!"

"Your not gonna torchur us are ya Sean?" Aidan asks,
but both boys wonder.

"Nah. But I am going to ask you to promise not to say
anything, with your hands in front of you, that is
unless you accidentally slip and say something."

Aidan and Philip agreed to that, with the special
clause thrown in!

%

"So, how does it feel to have your first case, Dr.
D'Agostino?"

Estefan peered over his twenty-six year old lover's
shoulder. Leaning his hairy chest against the
bareback, he looked on, as Tony read an open book.

"Oooooh," Tony sighs, his arms reaching up and back,
as he stretched.

At the same time, he tilted his head back. After
snatching the glasses from his face, Estefan kissed
him upside down. However, his eyes looked beyond the
face. Staring downwards, the twenty-five year old
Latino took in the view of the dark brown chest, once
again making note of the left pierced nip. He followed
the widening trail. With the Italian man leaning back,
it exposed his stomach. Stretching it outwards, it
ironed out the  folds in his stomach, now revealing
the deep bellyhole, covered with hair.

"Mmmmm....I know what I want!" Estefan said, as Tony
smiled.

"You want it -- go for it!" Tony dared him.

Spinning the swivel chair around, the Latino dropped
to his knees.

"Ohhhhhhhh!" Tony sighed.

Purposely, Tony flexed his pecs, with his hands lodged
behind his head. Estefan flicked his tongue repeated
at the nip ring, making it flop up and then down,
while wetting the whole nip.

"Oh fuck you're gonna make me hard, Estefan!"

"Make you, Tony?"

Estefan grinned, as his hand detected the hard bulge
in his low rise briefs.

Before Estefan drove him to insanity, which seemed the
case anyway, Tony sprung out of the chair, stripping
his briefs, before plunging into the bed, like a swan
dive into a pool. Taking up nearly the same position,
he hooked his hands behind his head, as he spread his
legs.

"Hell yeah!" Estefan cried out in anticipation.

Unbuckling his belt, he dropped his pants, then
quickly hooked his thumbs under his briefs.

"No, leave them on."

As if taking an order from a general, Estefan hiked
his briefs back up, leaving his pent up erection
bulging at the seams.

"C'mon and hurry. I need to take a piss before we get
started."

It had been no shock to Estefan. It wouldn't be the
first time he locked his lips around Tony's ten inch
tool, only to drink down his load of piss.

"Ooooh yeah..... oh yeah... you love the taste of my piss,
don't you?"

Of course Estefan couldn't answer, as the piss
trickled down his throat, into his belly, making it
full. As was the tradition Tony established, when
Estefan finished drinking his entire load of piss,
after sucking every last remnant of the yellow, hot
liquid from Tony's piss slit, he would sit up. Placing
his hands behind his head, Tony would run his hands
over Estefan's hairy stomach, to seem how much hotter
his skin was, with the added steamy juice.

"Oh yeah... oh fucking yeah!" He called out, as his
hands massaged the Latino's hairy belly. While one
hand probed the thicker area that sliced Estefan's
stomach in half, eventually sinking his thumb into his
deep, hairy navel, the other hand latched onto one of
his nips. His index finger and thumb teased one nip,
mashing and twisting it. Then Tony changed to the
other nip and did the same. The thumb fucking his
navel, would eventually slip down into Estefan's
crotch, sneaking underneath the waistband of his
briefs.

"Oooooooooh!" Estefan would groan, half out of his
mind with pleasure, at the continued assault on his
nip.

The hair on Estefan's chest covered his nips, so as
Tony stretched a nip outwards from his Latino lover's
chest, hair would get caught in the pull. It all added
up to awesome pleasure for Estefan. With hands still
behind his head, he would tilt his head back, at the
same time, arching his back.

"Arrrrrghhhhhhooooooooh!" Came the grunt, as Tony
applied a fingernail and thumbnail to the action.

"Oh man you've got such hot nips, babe!" Tony would
tell him, as he tortured two at once.

"Oh fuck yeah!" Estefan yelled out.

"Am I hurting them enough, babe?"

"Hell no, Tony!"

"Why don't you go get the clamps for me, babe?"

Such was the play. Estefan would follow through,
waiting to see if Tony was in the mood for some more
rough sex play. Hopping off the bed, Estefan returned
from the dresser, with a pair of clamps, attached by a
linked chain.

"Rubber tips on or off?" Estefan inquired.

"You know the answer to that, babe!"

So, it was part of the game to ask, but as what's
happened the last couple of times, Estefan's shucked
the rubber tips and revealed the more harsh, metal
edging of the clamps.

"Oh man, you've made me so fuckin' hard!" Tony says,
suggesting what they both know fits with the play.

Getting up from the bed, Estefan hands the nip clamps
over to his lover, lying down in his stead.

"Need to be tied, babe?"

"No fuckin' way. I'm so horny!"

Tony loves seeing Estefan in this mood. Yeah, it's
been fun too, tying him down to the bed, but he likes
the way his lover can take the pain, without the
problem of accepting it as total pleasure.

"Oh man, hurry-the-fuck and clamp them down, Tony! I
need it sooooo bad!"

"I know you do, babe!"

He sees Tony adjusting the little tension screws.

"Oh damn... just take the fucking screws out all the
way!"

"Aren't you the horny bastard!"

With total disregard, Tony unscrews each of the
tension setters and tosses them over his shoulder.

"Yeah, gonna be giving your nips sweet torture, babe!"

"Yeah... Oh fuck hurry man!"

However, Tony prolongs Estefan's agony. Taking the nip
clamps in each hand, he massages the tips of each nip
with the metal edging.

"Oooooh fuck!" Estefan replies, trying to interfere
with his hands.

"I knew I should've tied you down, you bastard!"

"Oh shit, no!" Estefan calls out, having to wait for
his nips to be clamped, as Tony gets the rope.

Returning, he sees Estefan massaging one of his own
nips and playing with his cock.

"Owwwwwwch!"

"Didn't I tell you not to touch that?"

"You didn't say anything about my cock, Tony!"

"Oh, just wait till I get these clamps on. You're
gonna suffer like I've never made you suffer before,
babe!"

Estefan grins with insatiable desire, as Tony takes
his baby's left wrist. He ties the rope around it,
then to the wooden rung at the top left, his right,
side of the bed. He repeats the same on Estefan's
right arm and stretches his body, so that his arms run
the length of the bed.

Each has opened a world of kink to the other. Tony
loves to see Estefan suffer, as he waits to have his
nips clamps. He pictures his piss sloshing away inside
his lover, as they are doing all this. He grins, when
he finishes tying his lover's arms to the top of the
bed, looking at the hard shaft pressing on the briefs,
beads of cum exposed on the outside of the dark, silky
fabric.

"I bet you want to cum so bad, don't you babe?"

"Oh fuck yeah."

"Not until I clamp down those hot nips of your's!"

"Hell yeah!"

Tony is getting as much out of this, as Estefan,
however he's getting near the time when he needs his
ten inch tool massaged. Once again he rubs Estefan's
hairy nips with the edges of the metal clamps. When he
decides they are perky enough, he opens the clamps and
manoevers
them about until the max amount of nip meat is between
the jaws. He lets go.

"Akkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkoooooohshit! Oh fuck yeah!
Ooooooohshit!" Estefan screams out, in pain and
pleasure.

Smiling, Tony watches as more liquid is secreted
through the silk material, directly from Estefan's cum
slit. To keep building his lover up, he tries what he
did to him the last time he unleashed the clamps on
his nips. Placing his knees against Estefan's hairy
pits, he leans his buttocks right onto the clamped
nips.

"OOooooooooooh fuck yeah!" The Latino calls out.

Even more than the pressing of the springloaded clamps
squeezing Estefan's nips tightly together, they dig
into his chest. However it's Tony's hand on his scalp
that gives him the cue to open his mouth. Tony begins
to build the rough treatment.

"Yeah... open that mouth. Gonna fuck that throat of
your's. Yeaaah... oooh yeah... get that tongue working and
I better not feel any teeth, boy!"

Estefan whimpers, as Tony elevates his ass, to stuff
his ten inch tool into his lovers throat. With both
hands on the headboard, Tony arches his back, as he
slowly feeds his cock down into Estefan's gullet.

"Ooooooooh yeah...oh fuckin' yeah!" Tony says, at the
beautiful feeling on his cock getting massaged from
all sides.

Arching his back causes his cock to pierce deeper and
deeper down Estefan's throat.

"Ooooh man...oooh man is this fuckin' hot!"

Soon Tony's pubic bush tickles Estefan's nose. Tony
pulls out and then lets his cock slide back in. One
hand is released from the head board. He reaches
behind himself and takes hold of the chain lying on
Estefan's chest.

"No teeth boy or I'm gonna belt your ass!"

Estefan hasn't felt the belt on his ass yet, as Tony
continues fucking his throat, feeling the friction of
the sides of his coat against the tight closure. With
his legs free, Estefan squirms around, trying to
stimulate his own pubic region, as his nips are
stretched away from his pecs by the menacing nip
clamps.

"Oooh man... fuckin'time, boy!"

Tony even gasps, as he evacuates Estefan's throat.
Dropping the chain that connects the clamps affixed to
each of Estefan's hairy nips, Tony almost rips the
silken thong off and quickly places the Latino's legs
up on his shoulders.

"Gonna fuck you hard boy... yeah, gonna breed your ass!"

Preparing himself, which seems like never, Estefan
already feels the tip of Tony's cock readying to
penetrate. He thought he would die, the first time
Tony took his cherry. Not much has changed. With each
fuck, it doesn't vary much from the first time.

"Arrrggghhhhhhaakkkkkkakkkkkkoooooh!" Estefan cries
out, as he feels the ten inch fuck tool stretch his
ass muscle.

Sweat flies all over the place, as the two engage in
the sweet moment of pleasure. Working into the tight
chamber, Tony pulls against the five foot eleven inch
body of the Latino, trying to wedge his way inside the
tight ass.

"Oh man are you so fuckin' tight!" Tony calls out, as
he slowly drives his thick tool in.

At the same time, he spots the silver chain lying limp
on Estefan's chest. A hand takes hold of the chain and
begins harassing the red nubs. Using his lover's nips
as counterbalance, along with one thigh, he pulls
himself deeper into the stretching ass canal.

"Ooooooh ooooh fuckin' yeah!"

Finally the Italian's sausage is totally immersed in
the hot oven of his lover's ass. Releasing the chain,
he takes to placing his hands on both sides of
Estefan's torso. For the next forty minutes, he works
the Latino's ass, giving himself the most awesome
shaft-massage.

"Ooooh fuck... ooooh fuck... gotta cum.. gotta cum!"

Not forgetting his lover, he drops a hand to Estefan's
crotch and begins massaging his six and half inch
shaft. Neither is far from that good-feeling moment.
He lets go of Estefan's tool, as he comes first,
pumping his load deep inside. Then he goes to work on
his lover, pumping the hard shaft, pulling his chain,
simultaneously. Even still bouncing the remains of his
victory inside his lover, he makes Estefan cum,
shooting rope after rope of semen high into the air.
Right away, he unclips one nip, then the other.

"Akkkkkkkkkkkkooooooohhhh!" Estefan screams in pain
and pleasure, as his balls run on empty.

"Oh man that was fuckin' hot....wasn't it, babe?"

Tony falls over, in between his Latino lover's legs,
their sweat and cum mixing.

"Hell, yeah...." Estefan replies, as the tone of his
voice sinks into low volume.

%

"Oh mom, I'm so sorry for spoiling everything!"

"What in tarnation is he talking about?" Dr. Maria
Scalia asks her lover, Barbra Matthews.

"Oh, Jim honey, it wasn't your fault. In fact, I feel
totally responsible."

"Darn right," Maria insists. "If you hadn't loved
these two boys so much, none of this would've
happened!"

Connor asks, "But now we have to cough up the money to
have the window fixed."

"Isn't that what house insurance is for?" Maria
questions.

"There's something they're not telling us, Maria," Jim
too questions, referring to the informal manner of
calling their mom's lover.

"C'mon. Let's have it," Maria badgers either of them.

"Well, when Connor's father passed on, there wasn't
enough to cover things like that."

"A house without house insurance? Unheard of!"

"It's the only way that I could save for Connor's
college education."

"Mom, I can work and go to college and it doesn't have
to be any fancy university. In fact, I can take a year
off and work...."

"No!" Came the decisive reply from both ladies.

They smiled at each other, for taking their stand in
the matter.

"Well, I guess this decides it then," the doctor says,
looking at Barbra Matthews.

"Decides what?" Jim Faulkner questions, wincing,
because of gesturing with his hand.

"Yeah, what is Maria talking about mom?"

"Boys, I was waiting till near graduation time, but
Maria and I have decided... to put it plainly, decided
to `shack up' together!"

"So, what's holding you back, mom?"

Maria fills Connor in, "Your mother was afraid you
wouldn't want to move out and I understand..."

"Move out, mom? To where?"

"Connor, you grew up in the house you live in."

"True, but?"

"You want to move into Maria's house, is that it,
mom?" Jim surmises.

"Where does Maria live?" Connor inquires for he and
Jim.

"Someplace far more substantial than what we have,
Connor," Barbra reports.

"If your up to it, Jim, we can go take a gander now,"
Maria offers.

"Sure, I'm okay. Just as long as I don't move my hand
or my arm!" Jim replies, smiling.

"Come on, Jim. You're no invalid!" Connors tells his
teen lover.

%

Continued.....

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