Date: Sat, 17 Dec 2005 19:44:41 -0800 (PST)
From: survivalgame <survivalgame@yahoo.com>
Subject: A 'Nature Walk' Christmas   four

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" four
wriTten by T. Chase McPhee

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"Risky subject for Sean to handle with them, Steve."

"I agree, but I called it and well... I guess I called
it wrong."

Barry then felt bad about his decision, heckling his
lover over letting Sean talk to Philip and Aidan about
his s&m experience. He could see, the way Steve turned
the weenies on the grill, over and over that it
disturbed him.

Placing his hands on Steve's shoulders, he brought his
lips up to his ear, saying, "Steve, I'm sorry."

"Nothing to be sorry about."

"Steve, I over reacted. I... I shouldn't be judging you
the way I did."

Still the weenies turned. Barry placed his hand over
the hand that controlled the turning fork.

"They're never going to get roasted that way, Steve."

Wedging a weenie in between the grill, he withdrew the
fork, setting it down.

"Steve, look at me."

Steve turned his head, which made him able to only see
Barry's shoulder.

"No. Turn your whole body around and look at me."

Turning his whole body around, Steve stare at Barry,
as if he looked at the little place in the `v'-neck of
his shirt, at his bear chest.

"Now look at my face," Barry asked, the side of index
finger guiding Steve's chin upwards.

"Yeah?"

"Steve, we all make mistakes. I came down a little too
hard on you a few minutes ago. I'm sorry. As I've
often pointed out, this relationship of taking care of
`our' boys, falls between the authority of each of us.
I shouldn't have boldly disregarded your feelings."

"Maybe I should have...."

"No, Steve. You went on gut reaction and actually, now
that I've though about it, you were right."

"I was?"

"Yes. I mean, whom is a better authority of speaking
with two children than a person that knows all about
the subject matter."

"Not me, that's for sure," Steve relates to Barry.

"Exactly and Sean is an adult."

"I would think nineteen years old constitutes
adulthood, especially when I also think he's more
serious-minded than your average college jock."

"Steve, you're absolutely right."

"I am?"

"Yes and all that remains is that... I ask for your
forgiveness."

Smiling, Steve says, "Haven't you ever heard the
phrase, `love means never having to say your sorry'?"

"I know, but I still feel like I owe you something."

"Hmm..." Steve thought for a second, "then how about
some s&m action before you fuck me tonight?"

"Alright, I'll whip your ass, but only a little."

"Why? You horny already?"

"I think I smell weenies burning!"

"Hi guys!"

"Hi yourself, Diego. What's up?"

"Nothin'. Is Phil and Aidan around?"

"They're out in the big room with Sean."

"Cool. Mmmmm that smells good. Whatcha cookin'?"

Steve smiles at Barry, then asks Diego, "Have you
eaten your dinner yet?"

"Nope. My daddy says he doesn't feel like cooking, so
told me to come over and see what you're having."

"He did, did he?" Barry asks the ten year old.

"Yup. He told me to find out and then ask to use the
phone."

"Oh he did, did he?" Barry questions.

Steve prods more than the weenies, asking, "Then what
did your `daddy' say he was going to do?"

"Daddy said that dad-Callan was supposed to cook, but
he got stuck working late at the hospital. Know what
he said?"

"What?"

"Some lady's sons was putting up her Christmas tree
the sons bought her and it fell through the window."

"Sounds serious," Steve says.

"It was. The window broked all over the place and one
of her boys got a glass in his hand."

"Owch," Barry says.

"Yup, so he's in the hospital and dad-Callan brung him
there."

"You didn't get the name, did you?"

"Sure, it was dad-Callan."

"No, the boy who got the glass in his hand, Diego."

"Oh. No, but the lady's name was Matthew. Funny that a
lady has a man's name, isn't it?"

Barry replies, "Sounds like Barbra Matthews. I'll look
up the number."

As Barry heads out for the telephone book, Steve
continues grilling the weenies and Diego.

"So now, what was your daddy going to do if he liked
what I was cooking?"

"Come over and bring dad-Callan, when he gets home.
That is, if he liked what your cooking dad-Steve," the
ten year old fills Steve in on the scam.

"Hmm," Steve thinks, "why don't you run along and find
Philip and Aidan, Diego?"

"But I'm supposed to call my daddy."

Barry enlightens the lad, returning, "You let
Dad-Steve and I worry about `inviting' your dad to
dinner, why don't we?"

"Okay. Thanks dad-Barry and dad-Steve."

"So, what do we do about this one, Barry? I wouldn't
want to make the wrong decision."

"I changed my mind, Steve."

"Oh? With what?"

"I'm going to give your ass a helluva beating
tonight!"

Steve grinned.

"So, what do you think we should do about Diego's
daddies?"

"Frankly Steve, nothing."

"But we told Diego we would call."

"Oops! We forgot to call them!"

"Oh, your cruel, babe."

"Oh, your haven't seen cruel, until I've got that belt
hovering over your ass!"

"Hell yeah!" Steve yells out with excitement, the fist
on the end of his arm pulling downwards, as if scoring
a point.

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"Whatcha reading?"

"Nothing", Eric Clark and Tom Barr say quickly.

Pressing the on/off button of the computer monitor,
they jump back from the desktop, to address Matty and
Chad.

"Awful a lot of excitement for nothing," Matty tells
them, approaching the computer workstation.

"Doing some research for homework," one of the
fourteen year olds tells them.

"What subject?" Chad inquires.

Eric reports `English', as Tom says, `History'.

"Actually both," Eric says.

Tom replies, "Right. It's a combined assignment. What
happened to your foot, Chad?"

The two jocks know when they're getting conned out of
not checking out what the two looked at on the
monitor. After all, they were once young gay boys,
checking out the action online, too!

"Your bozo brother moved his foot under a bowling ball
as it fell off the shelf," Matty shares with the two.

"What a dork!" Tom says of his brother.

"Hey, Matty," Eric keeps right on, "is it true that
gay guys try to have sex with straight guys?"

Chad replies, "Thanks for the sympathy guys!"

"Yeah, okay Chad. No problem. Well Matty?"

Now Chad is determined to check out what kind of smut
the two were hiding!

"What makes you want to know?" Matty asks.

"Since Tom is straight and I'm gay, well.. here take a
look."

`Rats!' Thinks Chad. He wanted to bust the two little
perverts!

"What do you have there, Eric?" Matty asks, ignoring
Chad, as he flops down on the bed.

"We saw these stories wondering if they are true."

"Nifty Archives, first time?"

"Yeah, they have this story about a single, straight
guy meeting for the first time with a gay guy."

"And why would that be so far-fetched?"

"I told Eric it wasn't so much different than...." Tom
stopped mid sentence."

"Different than what?" Matty dug deeper.

"You guys gotta promise not to tell dad."

"Tell dad what?" Chad jumps into the conversation,
doing a sit up on the bed..

"I'm not telling unless you promise you wouldn't tell,
Chad."

"Okay, I promise not to tell what you're going to
tell. Tell it!" Chad tells him.

"Matty?"

"I swear!"

Eric adds, "Matty, you also have to promise for Chad
that he wouldn't tell!"

"What tha? I told you I would not tell. Don't you guys
trust me?"

Even Tom turns to Matty and asks, "You promise,
Matty?"

Smiling at Chad, who is still grumbling, he agrees.

"'Cause if you say something, Chad, it's not only
gonna be me that hates your guts for ever!"

"Okay, I wouldn't talk. A thousand horses couldn't
drag it outta me!" Chad promises.

"He won't tell," Matty assures them. "Now what is it?"

"Denis sucked my cock," Tom tells the news.

"Yeah and?" Matty asks, his hands gesturing more.

"That's it," Eric replies for Tom.

"Felt awesome, didn't it bro?" Chad suggests.

"Yeah, it felt good."

"Good. Yeah, right Tommy," Chad kids, "once ya getted
hooked, you'll never want it to stop. How many other
blow jobs he give ya?"

Matty turns to his lover and says, "Why don't you shut
up and lay off the kid, Chad?"

Eric mimics, "Yeah, why don't you lay off the kid,
Chad?"

"Okay, since you're all ganging up on me, I'm going to
lie here on the bed and mind my own business. If you
don't like the feeling of your cock lying between a
pair of lips and having them move up and down your
hard shaft, until you jerk off with sweet bliss, than
I'm not going to bug you about it."

"Hey, preppy, why don't you send that in to Nifty
Archives. Maybe you'll get your own syndicated
column!"

"You tell him, Matty!" Eric said, which was followed
by sticking his tongue out at Chad.

Chad's tongue, with an added wrinkled up nose, shot
back at him.

Matty sums it up, "Listen guys, I have only one thing
to say about a man's private parts. Doesn't matter if
he's gay, single or bisexual and that's they are
sensitive to the touch, no matter who's touching them.
You think it's only guys that give blow jobs?"

"You mean?" Tom insinuates, without mentioning.

"Yup, but because I'm gay, you better believe it that
only a guy is going to be latching on to this prick!"

"Well, I hope so." Chad replies sarcastically to
Matty.

Tom and Eric yell back, in unison, "Chad, shut up!"

The two fourteen year olds also high five each other.

"Matty," Eric asks, "did you and my brother Sean suck
each other?"

"Nosy bastards, aren't they?" Chad provokes.

"Chad, do you mind?" Matty asks.

"No problem. I think you can see for yourself what
their minds are on."

"I think I've answered your question, guys, without
having to get into all of my own private sexual
relationships," Matty replies, cordially.

"Any you haven't told me about, Matty?"

Chad didn't receive an answer. In fact he lay there on
the bed, arms propped up behind his head, relaxing,
until he realized the three whispering guys were up to
no good.

As they surrounding the bed, Chad asked, "What's up
guys? Oh, I see. You came to help me up."

"Guess again, Preppy!" Matty relayed to him, just
before he yells out, "Attack!"

Eric and Tom attach from the flanks, tickling Chad.
Soon his sweater is pulled up to his chin and their
fingers go to work on his bare ribs, as his lover
guards the sore foot!

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"Why is it Steve, that all the best made plans get
spoiled?"

"What plans?"

"Barbra Matthews isn't picking up, so I'd better give
Callan a call."

"Oh that. Wouldn't it have been more fun hearing
Alonzo make up some tale, to satisfy his and Alonzo's
tastebuds?"

"Hmm," Barry replies, with some sinister overtones,
"we never did get him into our bed, did we?"

"Yeah. Wonder if we ever will!"

"Sssh..." Barry replied, as the phone picked up, on the
other end.

Steve went back to his weenies.

%

"I feel so safe with you, Zach."

"You don't know how much I've missed you, Patrick."

"I read every letter you sent me, Zach. I think I do
know. I'm only sorry that I didn't send you as many
letters as you sent me. It was a real shock to me
going there, I guess."

"I wish you didn't have to go back."

"Oh, I'm not going back."

"You're not? Who told you that?"

"Mike. He says if Gary can write some kind of letter
saying that I'm okay to be in society, or something
like that, to the judge, then I don't have to go back.
I also have to get enrolled in the college."

"Well, that shouldn't be so tough, Patrick. You can go
to college with me, when we have classes that meet the
same time."

"But there's a few problems with going to college."

"Oh? Mind sharing them?"

The eighteen year old got a bit more comfortable,
raising his slanting body up on his elbow. As his
right elbow propped his body up, his left hand slapped
down onto Zach, mid-chest. At first, as they chatted,
Patrick massaged the dark brown, thin coating of hair
that coated Zach's chest, lining his pecs to his
shoulders.

"The big one is that I don't have any money and the
second big one, I haven't any idea of what I want to
do."

Patrick wound some strands of chest hair around his
finger, then lightly pulled on it. It's something that
he licked doing around the time they first bedded each
other, which Zach made mention that he liked.

"Oh. Well, the money is no problem. I can handle
that."

"But I don't want you to give me the money, Zach. I'll
pay you back."

"Patrick, don't you understand?"

"Understand what?"

Wetting his finger, Patrick played with Zach's chest
fur some more.

"When two guys fall in love, it's like.... Well, when
two people get married, whatever they own, becomes the
property of both of the two."

"Get married? Is that what you want to do Zach?"

It's a thought that hadn't entered Zach's mind, but
looking into the eighteen year olds eyes, it's started
to look like a reality for the twenty-two year old.

"Yeah, I think I'd like that. How about you, Patrick?"

"Get married? I.... I don't know Zach."

"It's something we don't have to think about right
this minute, Patrick. I think it's more important that
we find something that interests you enough to want to
make it your life study."

"How about sex?"

For a change, the couple experienced a roust of comic
relief.

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"Is... this where you live, Maria?"

"No, this is the gardener's cottage. I live in the
next building, way over yonder, there."

Barbra and Maria laughed at what they knew would be
the boys' reactions when they pulled through the tall
wrought iron gates.

In a serious tone, Connor,says, "Mom, you done real
good!"

It made both the women roar with laughter.

"He's not kidding," Jim sided with his lover.

As the two high school jocks exited the car, they
walked around, stupefied by their surroundings.

"It's a castle!" Jim described the small turrets atop
the main building.

"Do you rent out the garages?" Connor asked Maria.

"No and Connor, would you mine putting the car away
for me?"

"You mean drive your Mercedes? You trust me?"

Barbra Matthews joked, "Yeah, are you sure about that,
Maria?"

"Just watch it that you don't sideswipe the vette?"

The boys couldn't wait to drive the car to the garage.

"Maria, now I wouldn't have you spoiling the boys."

"Barbra, what am I going to do with a garage full of
cars. You've seen them."

"I know, Maria, but."

"Barbra, like you said. The boys will be involved in
college next year. Why don't we just make the switch a
little earlier than planned?"

"Oh, I don't know Maria."

"Would make a nice present for the boys for
Christmas."

"What? You're not talking about the......"

"Hey, if those cars don't get some use out of them
soon, they will be useless!"

Meanwhile they followed with a second round of
laughter when they heard rubber burning.

Pulling up to the garage, Jim had to count the ports,
"One, two three, four, five... Hey, Maria didn't say
which one it goes in."

"Suppose we'll have to take a look, huh Jim?"

"You don't suppose there's a car behind each door, do
you Connor?"

"Kind of like `The Price Is Right', huh?"

"Hmm... wonder what's behind door number one?"

Exiting the Mercedes, the two decide to try the side
door, the human body door, instead of the auto body
door.

"Damn, will you look at that!"

"A pink Cadillac? Um, you can have that one Connor!"

"No thanks, Jim... hmm... I'll take the red vette over
that anyday!"

"Oh man that is sooooo cool!"

Looking over the vette, the two used a sleeve to wipe
the dust off, blowing their breath over a side window
and removing grime, to take a glimpse inside.

"The key is under the visor, if you would like to take
a spin!"

A deep voice scared the hell out of the two jocks.

"I'm sorry if I startled you."

"Um, no," Connor said, then changed his mind, "Uh,
yeah, kinda."

"The name's Maurice Passat."

"Nice to meet you," Connor offered his handshake.

Jim likewise greeted Maurice, immediately liking the
warm greeting in his voice, as well as eyes.

"Is this your car?"

In a slightly French flavor, Maurice replied, "Oh no.
None of these are mine."

"Have you driven this, Maurice?" Jim asks.

"First of all, I bet you're wondering what I'm doing
here?"

Both jocks smiled, then Connor replied, "Yeah, kind
of."

"I suppose it's only fair that since I know all about
you two that you should know about me. C'mon, let's go
to my place."

"You're place, Maury?"

"Maury?"

"Yeah, short for Maurice. If you don't want me to call
you that, I'll change."

"Maury, huh? Not bad. Yeah, sure. Call me that if
you'd like."

"Cool!" The jocks replied.

" You passed my place on the way in. I live in the
gardener's cottage."

As they walked, Jim asked, "Are you the gardener,
Maury?"

"Sometimes. I enjoy gardening. I do some of it, as a
pleasurable thing. See over there?"

Connor and Jim look where Maury points to the far side
of the circular drive.

"Looks like a bunch of dead bushes," Jim sums up.

"You're right, but in the summer it thrives as my rose
garden. I have forty-three different varieties."

"I didn't know they made that many."

"I'm trying to develop some of my own hybrids, but so
far no luck."

"Is that hard to do?"

"I'll get the hang of it someday. I've even thought
about trying to cross a cactus with a rose bush."

"Weird."

"Yeah, huh?"

Maury began laughing, followed by Jim and Connor.

"Do you rent this?" Jim asked, as they approached the
cottage.

"No, I own it."

"Own it?"

"Yes, you see I'm Maria's nephew."

"Nephew?"

"Yes, the reasons why Aunt Maria owns everything,
except the gardener's cottage, is kind of
complicated."

Walking in the front door, they look around.

"This you call a cottage? It's as big as Connor's
house!" Jim gawks.

"No, Jim," Connor observes, "twice as big!"

Maury takes it in stride, laughing.

"Oh, would you mind taking your shoes off at the
door?" Maury requests, as he sits and unlaces his
boots.

"No problem," Connor replies, him and Jim doing the
same.

"C'mon into the kitchen when you're done."

However, when the jocks look up, Maury has
disappeared.

"Where'd he go?" Jim asks.

"I don't know. It's like he's a ghost that
disappeared."

After shedding their footwear, Connor and Jim wander
in the direction where they think Maury went. They
find a door, knock, and ask "Maurice?"

Opening it, they lead themselves into what looks like
a game room.

"Cool pool table."

"Yeah and a dartboard."

"You boys play?" Maury's voice suddenly asks.

First out of their mouths is a "Sorry."

"No problem. As I understand it, we're about to become
neighbors, so you're welcome to come down and shoot
pool anytime."

"Really?" Connor asks.

Jim says, "That's cool!"

"Either of you guys interested in a swim?"

Connor jokes, "Don't tell me you're one of those polar
bear club members!"

"Not in the least, but on the other side of the
building there is a nice sized indoor, heated pool."

"Lead the way!" Jim suggests, without hesitation.

"Oh, but Jim, you have to make sure you keep your hand
out of the water."

"What happened to your hand, Jim?" Maury wonders.

"Got it pierced by a shard of glass."

Connor suddenly realizes, "Hey, we don't have any swim
suits."

Maury replies, nonchalantly, "That's okay. I never use
one myself. If that's okay with you guys."

They both smile, okaying it. Jim then begins to have
all these statistical thoughts running through his
head. He's already guessed that Maury must be in his
early thirties, maybe thirty-two. He's got to be about
six feet tall, maybe an inch or two more. Weighs
possibly around one seventy-five, one eighty. His body
seems on the average. Now, with the impending aspect
of seeing his completely naked body, he wonders about
the chest, stomach, pubic region.

"Pick a chair and just leave your clothes there."

Unlike Maury, Connor and Jim are more aware of
stripping down with all the blocks of windows.
Their attention begins to wane away from the panes of
glass, as they watch Maury strip. In no time, he has
his sweater off, his chest bare, his pants halfway
down.

"Wow! What a hot body!" Jim says secretly to Connor.

Connor affirms, "I'll say," keeping his voice soft.

With his pants off, his thumbs under the elastic of
his low rise briefs, the jocks watch with
anticipation. Both of them would compare notes later,
as their loins twitched at the sight of Maury's cock
bouncing out in a straight line, over the bed of his
well-endowed lower half.

"Awesome!" Jim offered first.

"Now that's a man!" Connor seconded it.

Without looking back, Maury takes a perfect dive in.

"C'mon Jim, we better get moving or he's going to know
we studied his body."

"Yeah."

Quickly the two stripped. Connor cannon-balled in, as
Jim sat on the edge of the four foot line and slipped
in.

"Wow! This feels so nice!" Connor stated, diving under
the water and popping up.

"If you want to, Jim, we could duct tape a plastic bag
around your wrist."

"Nah. I'll just be careful."

While Maury stood two feet from him, Jim studied the
hair on his stomach and below, as it swayed with the
rhythm of the tide.

As Connor swam over by them, popping up out of the
water, Maury candidly said, "You boys are gay lovers,
aren't you?"

Not sure whether that was alright by Maury or not,
they hesitated in their answers.

Maury then answer their silent questions, "It's fine
by me, if you are. I'm gay, too."

Well, then it became an easy task to bring out in the
open.

"Don't get me wrong, but I noticed you two guys
checking me out."

"We hoped it wasn't that obvious, Maury," Jim said,
smiling.

"Have you got a partner, Maury?"

"Nah. Once did, but... well... gave up trying for awhile."

"So, you're playing the field?" Jim asks.

"Kind of. Not trying, but at the same time, not
putting a guy off, if I think he's datable material."

"Can I ask how old you are, Maury?" Jim asks, trying
to see if the stats he guessed were realistic.

"Thirty-four. And you boys?"

"I'm eighteen  and Connor will be eighteen in
February," Jim says.

"February fourteenth, to be exact."

"Hmm.... How romantic, Connor," Maury jests.

"Would you guys care for a beer? Glass of wine? Tea?"

Connor asks, "How about a Snapple or Gatorade?"

"How about the best drink of water you've ever
tasted?"

"Is it from Fiji?" Jim asks.

"No. It's from the backyard. I pumped it out this
morning."

Both jocks find it okay and order up a couple.

%

"Did you hear that, Mike?"

"You mean the sound of two young guys laughing?"

"They say that laughter is the `best' medicine!"

"Is that what they tell you in the textbooks?"

"I think that's strictly off the record, but time and
again, it's what hear from more and more of my
colleagues at conventions."

"Hmm..."

"What?"

"Got any coming up? I could use a vacation away from
home."

"Actually, there's one next May in San Diego, however
with Patrick here, I'm not so sure about going away
and leaving him and Zach."

"But Gary, that's May. This is December."

"True, but sometimes when things as devastating as
what Patrick has been through,  befalls a person, they
may experience difficulties further on in life."

"So, what you're saying is that the laughing going on
now might be on the surface?"

Sitting on the sofa, Gary moves his hand over in front
of his thirty-seven year old counterpart. Instead of
only moving a hand to his shoulder to steal a kiss, he
works his palm inside the shirt. Through the dark
blonde, hairy `V' that distinguishes the manmade
fabric from the chest fur, Gary's hand smoothes it's
way over the hairy pec, right on up to his bare
shoulder, as lips make contact.

"Mmmmm, now what did I do to deserve that, pray tell?"
Mike asks.

"For making Zach happy."

"Hee hee... I guess you're getting like me, Gary."

"Oh? How's that go?"

"Like you, I could say that Zach is like my very own
nephew, but more than that. I almost feel like Zach
and Pat are our sons."

"Yeah, I feel that way too. Another reason that I
don't want to go away and leave them. If it comes
right down to it, I'd rather have them come with us."

"Now that's a good idea, at that. Why don't we plan a
vacation for the four of us, around the convention?"

"Might not be such a bad idea at that, Mike. In fact,
we might be able to tie their Christmas present into
the trip."

"Right. The airfare.. and do I have an idea, Gary!"

"What's that?"

"Why don't we get a suite to share?"

"Terrific idea, Mike."

"And I have some more ideas."

"A full refrigerator?"

"Another good idea, Gary, but why don't we take some
time off after the vacation and do some traveling?"

"How will that fit your schedule?"

"Listen, babe, I didn't have anyplace I wanted to go,
by myself. I felt like I never started living till I
met you."

"Is that so, Mike?"

"Yeah and another thing."

"What Mike?" Gary looks up, expectant of more sensual
overtones.

"If I take my shirt off, do you think you can give me
a full body massage and not just my pecs?"

%

"Hey, I got an idea!"


"Cool. So, what's your idea, Maury?"

"How would you like to make some Christmas cookies?"

"What kind?"

"Cutouts."

"Got any stars or Christmas trees?" Jim inquires.

Before Maury can reply, Connor add, "Any angels or
gingerbread men?"

Maury replies to Connor, "Um, I believe they're
unisexed!"

He tosses the boys a towel a piece and they dry off.
Following Maury's lead, they leave their clothes
behind, the towel over draped behind their necks,
dangling down their chests.

"I planned on making cutout cookies anyway, so I have
everything."

"Cool," Jim replies, "but don't you think we should
put something on?"

"Oh, there are some aprons in the that pantry over
there. Pull one out for me too, Connor, if you don't
mind?" Maury asked of him, pulling some cookie sheets
out of a cupboard.

Connor shrugged, looking at Jim, who gave the same
gesture in return.

"Feels a little drafty in here," Connor stated,
pertaining to the slit up the back of the long, white
apron, exposing the rear, from the back of his head,
down his butt-crack.

"Oh, don't worry about that. After the oven's heated
up, you boys'll want to shed it. Happens to me all the
time."

The two jocks smile at each other.

"Um, do you dress like this around here, all the time,
Maury?"

Stopping in mid-step, carrying some mixing bowls,
spoons, a sack of flour under his arm, Maury realizes
something.

"Oh, I'm terribly sorry boys. Forgive me."

"For what, Maury?" Jim asks.

"I'm so used to it, that I expect guys to go right
along with me."

"Used to what, Maury?" Connor gets his dibs in.

"Being in the kitchen, or anywhere else in the house
naked."

"Doesn't bother me," Jim replied.

"Me neither," Conner said, adding, "feels kind of
nice, unrestrained."

Jim jokes, "Oh yeah. You should see Conner when he
gets restrained!"

"Jim, I didn't mean `that' kind of restrained!"

However, they had Maury laughing his ass off and
that's all that mattered to the two jocks.

"So, what do we do first, Maury?"

"Alright, Connor, take the flour. It's in that blue
jar there."

"Here?"

"That's it. Now measure out three cups."

Connor twists the top off the canister of flour.

"What do I use?"

Jim jokes, "Your hand, doofus!"

Connor picks up a smidgeon of flour, places it on the
palm of his hand and blows it towards Jim's face. He
narrowly averts getting his face caked.

Maury laughs, handing Connor a large spoon, "Try
this?"

Going about his business of measuring out three cups
of flour into the bowl, Maury gets Jim busy doing
something else.

"Okay Jim, take one and half teaspoons of baking
powder and a half-a teaspoon of salt and place it in
Connor's bowl."

"Got it! Half a teaspoon of baking powder and one and
a..."

"No, it's the other way around, Jim," Conner corrects
him.

"Oh yeah," Jim says, tapping himself on the head, as
if to rearrange his thoughts, "one and a half
teaspoons of salt and...."

"No, doofus," Connor tells Jim, then to Maury, "better
watch out for Jim, Maury or we'll have Christmas
cookies as high as your kneecaps!"

Again Maury begins laughing, finally commenting, "You
guys are a panic. I'm really getting to like you."

Laughter carries along laughter and that's what
happens, as Connor and Jim agree that they're having a
lot of fun. However, as young testosterone-stirred
boys have it, they are consistently gazing either in
the sides of Maury's apron, to view his chest, or
`round back, eyeing up the goods. Jim, partially
handicapped does all the light stuff, so has more of a
chance to observe Maury and Conner assembling
everything.

"Now what do we do?" Jim asks.

"You, Jim? All you did was toss in a teaspoon of this
or a pinch of that!"

"So?"

Suddenly, Maury detected something amiss. It wasn't a
comment that made him laugh, nor Jim.

"I'm sorry Jim," Connor cuddled his arms around his
jock-lover.

"If I didn't have this damned cut in my hand, I woulda
helped more."

"I know and it wasn't right of me to say what I did."

"That's okay."

As the two made up, hugging and exchanging words of
apology, Maury sighed, thinking of what a wonderful
thing it is to be young and in love.

"That' nice guys, but we've gotta get this on ice."

"Oh sure," Connor said, breaking off his hug with Jim,
then hopping across the room, to the large butcher
block table. "What do we do with the dough."

"Threes choices," Maury said.

"What?"

"Well, we could wrap it up in wax paper and put it in
the refrigerator to harden up, ahem, for later...."

Connor and Jim looked at each other and giggled.

"Or, we could eat it raw...."

Gaining favor with Jim, he said, "Mmmmmm..."

"Or," looking at Jim, Maury joked, "we could use it in
place of coconut butter, to give Jim a body massage!"

"Mmmmmmmm.... I like idea number three!" Jim tried to
make them decide on.

"Don't you know that raw batter will give you worms?"
Connor replied, seriously.

"That's only if you eat it," Jim tried gaining back
their favor of idea number three.

However, Connor and Maury went to work, wrapping long
rolls of the cookie dough up and putting it in the
fridge.

"How about something to eat?"

"Whatcha got?" the jocks asked.

"I have some leftover Asian food that looks like death
warmed over, or...."

Connor and Jim howled at Maury's reference.

"What's our second choice?" Jim asked.

"Order out for pizza?"

By the time Maury had finished writing down what the
boys wanted on the two pizzas, he had writer's cramp.

"I can tell you two are pizza-holics!"

"We're teenagers, Maury. What do you expect?"

"Why should I expect anything less!"

Connor and Jim waited while Maury manned the phone,
calling in the order. He surprised the two, with his
generosity, ordering a couple of cases of Snapple and
other side orders.

"You didn't have to order potato chips, if you didn't
have any, Maury," Connor told him.

"Yeah," Jim says, "we could've eaten raw cookie dough
with it!"

"I'll make you eat something raw, Jim," Connor joked.

Maury was the type of guy whereas it didn't take much
to make him burst out with laughter. At thirty-four
years old, it seemed he had the personality of a
twenty-five year old. The boys saw this youthful
streak in him, from the beginning.

"How about watching a DVD?"

"Got anything `steamy', Maury?"

As Maury left the kitchen, he untied the back of his
apron, removing it and hanging it on a rack, to the
side of the kitchen doorway to the next room. Connor
looked to Jim. They shrugged shoulders, untying the
back.

"Hey, Connor?"

"Yeah, Jim?"

"A little tough to do one handed?"

"Oh yeah. Forgot who had to tie it to you."

"Get off it Connor. I know you like eyeing up my ass!"

"Hmm.... You know what I'd more like to be doing than
eyeing it up!"

"Cut it out, Connor. You're going to make me hard!"


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