Date: Mon, 19 Dec 2005 21:15:47 -0800 (PST)
From: survivalgame <survivalgame@yahoo.com>
Subject: A 'Nature Walk' Christmas five

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" five
wriTten by T. Chase McPhee

%

"Hmm.... Wonder what kind of a DVD collection Maury
has?"

Both eighteen year olds smile, as they walked into the
`entertainment' room. Positioned against the far wall,
a flat screen TV, the size of a bay window, hung on
it. A U-shaped sofa sat in front of it. On a side
wall, a cupboard stood, doors open, unveiling a rather
extensive collection of DVD's.

"Damn, Maury," Jim called out, "what don't you have?"

"Pick out something you would like to see."

Jim was looking at what he wanted to see, tagging
Connor on the shoulder. Looking down, they saw Maury
squatting, his hairy ass split, as he searched the
archives. They both grinned. Jim leaned over the front
of Maury's body, peering at the chest fuzz, the
crinkled stomach, his dark trail following the ripples
in his belly and then added the hairy thighs to his
view. Connor leaned too, trying to get a look.

"Oops!" Jim said, as Connor tipped him a bit too far.

"Ooooh, sorry `bout that, Maury."

Maury suddenly lurched himself into a standing
position, facing the two teen jocks.

"You guys get a good look?"

"Um," Jim stuttered.

"Ah... well, "Connor did the same.

"Okay, in case you didn't get it, the musicals are all
over in this section, comedy over here....."

As Maury went about his business, explaining how the
DVD;s were organized, Jim and Connor spelled relief
that Maury hadn't caught on to why they hovered about
him.

"So, what'll it be?"

"Anything," they agree.

"Would you want to see some gay flicks or?"

Smiling at each other, Conner and Jim agree, "Gay
flicks are okay. Whatcha got?"

In reality, the teen jocks have never seen a full
length DVD of guys having sex together. Sure, one time
last year, when the boys were both seventeen, they got
thrown out of the adult bookstore, for trying to pass
off as `of-age'. Not before seeing, what they should
not have been watching, for their age bracket. Other
than a few trailers, they sensed excitement at seeing
a full-length feature.

"You might like this one of older guys," Maury
suggests.

"What's it called," Jim asks, as if he would recognize
it or anything!

"Ski Fling?" Maury names the DVD, opening it and
taking the disc out.

"I think I've might've heard of it," Jim replies.

Connor states, "Yeah, sure Jim."

They smile at each other, as Maury pops it into the
drive, picking up the remote.

"Have a seat guys. I'm sure Jason will be here with
the pizzas soon."

"Jason?" Conner inquired, as he and Jim sat on the
sofa.

So cushy was it, that their bare thighs molded
together instantly.

"Hmm... nice sofa," Jim commented.

"I always ask for Jason to deliver."

"Oh?" Conner asks, looking at Jim.

"It's not how it looks, guys. I swear it. Why, Jason
is only twenty years old."

Then the barrage of questions followed.

"Is he gay?"

"Um, yeah."

"In school?"

"He's a junior in college. In my bio class."

"You're a college professor?" Conner asks.

Jim follows with, "Where?"

"WRCC. I teach science. I thought I mentioned that to
you boys?"

"Nope," they reply.

"So, you and Jason get it on?" Jim asks.

"Get what on?" Maury asks them back.

"You serious, Maury?"

"Sure. I teach science there, why?"

"No, about...."

Connor stopped Jim, with a hand squeeze to Jim's
thigh, "Never mind Maury. Um, Jim and I want to go to
WRCC, you know?"

"Really? Any help you boys need, let me know. Heck, I
already know you are good guys. I bet you are real
good in school. Get good grades?"

Jim holds his hand out flat, then wiggles it,
signifying mediocre.

"Connor's the real brain here."

"Oh? And what are you planning on majoring in?"

"I'm not sure. I thought science, related to the
ecology. I used to go to the programs at the Bridges
Environmental Center a lot."

"And you still don't?"

"Not since it became a part of WRCC."

"Yeah," Jim states, "when it got absorbed into the
college, the programs became too expensive."

"Hmm, I'll have to make a mental note of that."

Connor replies, "That's why a lot of kids don't go.
Nobody's going to pay for their kid to go to an
activity, having to pay college credit, unless they're
getting the credit."

"You've got a point there, Connor. Hmm... I'll have to
make sure I mention that to my colleagues."

Jim adds, "At the same time, if you can get some
younger kids interested, they might be interested in
following through in the science program at WRCC, when
they graduate."

"You guys have given me a lot of good input."

"Cool," Jim says, "Now give us something `good' to
watch!"

Maury smiles, hearing the door bell ring. He tosses
the DVD cover into Jim's lap. It slaps right against
his cock and balls.

"Heeey! You did that on purpose, Maury."

Smiling back at Jim, he says, "Did I? I thought it was
an accident!"

%

One thing that Steve and Barry didn't mind about
having lots of mouths to feed, had been the least
amount of leftovers to find lidded containers for.

"Whatever happens to all the lids, Barry?"

"I wondered about that myself Steve, until I found a
clue to where things go."

"Oh? And where would that be?"

"The Bermuda Triangle?"

"Yeah, betcha that's where. Some guy is on some
imaginery island, collecting all this stuff people
can't find."

"Like that package of condoms you couldn't find, when
we first met?"

"Tell ya Barry. That guy is one lucky dude."

"What guy, Steve?"

"The one on the island, using `my' condoms to fuck all
those island boys!"

"Here, put a lid on those weenies and shove them in
the fridge, Steve."

"Hmm... nothing compared to the weenie I'm gonna get
shoved in me later!"

"You better believe it, Steve."

After finished cleaning up, Barry and Steve figured
they would go sit a spell with the family and others.
However, when they reported to the den, they found a
different tale to tell.

"Where'd everybody go?"

"At least somebody waited for us, Steve!"

Barry nudges Steve's shoulder. There, on the sofa
Philip and Aidan are sacked out. Like two little
grownups, Philip lays behind Aidan, his chest to
Aidan's back, fast asleep. Only, they had clothes on.

"Come on guys. Up to bed," Steve calls out, going for
his son, Aidan.

"Nooooo.....I want dad-Barry!" Aidan whimpers.

Philip follows through, claiming dad-Steve.

"That's a switch," Barry says.

It's not the first time the two boys are treated to
piggyback rides. In their room, the dads make sure the
boys strip off their street clothes, donning their
PJ's.

"Uh-uh... zoobies brushed?"

"Oh dad, do we gotta?" Aidan questions his dad's
directions.

"At the price of cavities, you betcha!"

However the dads let the kids get away with the bare
minimum. You never saw two boys run so fast for their
beds.

Half drowsy, Philip lets out, "We got the best
Christmas present today."

"What did you get?" Barry asks.

Steve follows up referring to the same, "Who gave it
to you?"

"No," Aidan says, "what Phil means is that we bought
the best Christmas present."

"And what would that be?" Steve asks, Barry nudging
him, not to pry.

"We can't tell," Philip says.

Aidan agrees, "It's a secret present we bought for the
whole family."

"Except you and dad-Steve," Philip replies.

"Well don't you worry about getting anything for
dad-Barry and I."

"What?" Philip exclaims, breaking out of the sleepy
state, "we've gotta get something for you and
dad-Barry!"

Adding on, Aidan tells them, "Yeah. We can't give
nothing to the two best dads in the world!"

Steve smiles at Barry, then replies, "Alright, but
keep it under five dollars, okay boys?"

"Does that mean five dollars a piece or each?"

"Right," Steve answers, kissing the boys goodnight, as
does Barry, leaving the choice up to them.

Passing by the other boys' rooms, on the way to their
own `bungalow', Steve and Barry peek in. All is dark
and quiet.

"Ooooh what a day it's been!" Barry says, then yawns
out loud.

Almost since day one in their new home, or night one,
rather, their routine has been the two hugging, Steve
behind Barry's back. They had involved themselves with
the theme of setting up traditions. So, one of the
two, Steve, came up with standing behind Barry and
literally stripping him. However, sometimes Steve's
balls started churning on overtime and Barry's lust
couldn't make him wait and the impending buildup
caused both to hasten the process individually.
Tonight wasn't one of those nights. Seems that Steve
had more energy than his lover.

"Oooh that feels so good, Steve."

"I haven't done anything yet, Beary."

"Just the touch of your fingers on the buttons of my
shirt is enough to start me up, Steve."

"Let me see.... Hmm..." Steve drops his hand to the front
of Barry's pants, then reports, "I guess the motor is
having trouble turning over!"

"Fatigue," Barry attributes it to.

Regardless, Steve continues unbuttoning the shirt down
to Barry's hairy beltline. After pulling the shirt
from his bear-lover's waistline, letting the tail of
it  drag behind his ass, he places his palms on
Barry's stomach and chest. Rubbing the bear body, his
fingers run in and out of the deep bellyhole. The
other caresses the furry pecs, stimulating a nip at a
time.

"Oooooooh.... You keep that up and I'll be fucking you
till the cows come home, Steve!"

"And the belt?"

"Oh do we have to do that tonight, Steve?"

"Nah. I can live with just a nice long, hard fuck."

"But if you go get your nip clamps, I'll put them on
you, Steve."

"Really? Cool!"

Steve goes to his dresser draw, digs under his
tighty-whities and produces a box enclosing a chain,
with two metal clamps attached. By the time he turns
around, he finds Barry in the bed, fast asleep.

"That was quick!" He says to himself, scratching his
head.

Giggling, he puts the nip clamps back in the box,
saying, "No fun, unless you do it," referring to his
lover.

Getting into bed, he moves his ass back, into their
typical sleeping position. Suddenly he feels Barry's
hard meat at his ass door.

"Steve?"

"Yeah, Barry?"

"Have you got the tube of lube over there?"

Reaching in the bed table drawer, Steve fishes for the
tube, a big grin on his face!

%

"What's wrong with the car, Matty?"

"I don't know, Chad. It's like puttering. Like, it's
gonna die or something."

"Would have to die on the coldest night of the year!"

"I don't think we're too far from Juan's and Miguel's
house."

"I don't think I can make it, though."

"Maybe it's a loose wire or something."

Matty gets out, lifts the hood of the 4x4. As the hood
goes up, the engines rolls into silence.

"Try turning it over, Chad," Matty calls out.

It's deader than an ant that got stepped on. Matty
walks over to Chad's side of the vehicle. He motions
for him to crank down the window.

"Can't," Chad says, opening the door a crack.

"At least you could've warned me, Preppy. Almost
bashed my balls in!"

"Oh, I'd never forgive myself for that." Chad kids.

"You wouldn't be the only one not forgiving yourself
for that, Preppy!"

"So, are we going to take a hike?"

"Nope. I'm going to take a hike and you're going to
stay here. It probably only needs a jumpstart."

"Okay. But hurry back."

"Promise," Matty tells him.

For a few feet up the road, Matty walks backwards, not
taking his sight off of Chad. Then he turns, putting
his feet in first gear.

`Oh great!' Matty says to himself, as the sky
unleashes some snow flurries. He approaches the
Cruz-Delgado house. Picking up the large, metal
doorknocker, he lets go. It pounds the door, as it
bounces to a stop.

"What brings you here, Matty?" Miguel answers.

"I'm Christmas caroling," he says sarcastically.

"Where's the rest of the choir?" Miguel asks him,
looking behind Matty, to the right and left..

"Listen, the truck broke down. I have Chad waiting for
me to return. Do you think you can give me a
jumpstart?"

"Sure. Let me tell Juan and get my coat."

In a minute, Miguel is in his car, Matty in the
passenger seat, heading back to the truck.

"What a night to get stuck."

"I'll say. Especially with Chad and his foot the way
it is."

"Looks like both or our guys are down."

"What's the matter with Juan?"

"'Your mother is what's wrong with Juan." Miguel
replies.

"Okay, what did she do now?"

"Hee hee... nothing much, other than we dropped in to
see them, she grabbed him away from me to plan the
Christmas party and when my papi and I headed out to
the kitchen, the two had begun cooking up some
chocolate meatloaf."

"Chocolate meatloaf? Yech!"

Laughing, Miguel replied, "That's what I say. Of
course, they had been sipping the kitchen sherry, so I
though it time to take my bambino home."

"Miguel?"

"Que?"

"Do you think my mom... our mom is having a problem with
drinking?"

"Not that I know of, other than what happened today.
Why do you ask, Matty?"

"Because yesterday afternoon I called her and she
sounded a little strange."

"Like she's been drinking?"

"Either that or she's smoking something!"

"No, that doesn't sound typical. Hey, y'know I think
I'll call my papi and ask."

"Would you do that, Miguel?"

"Sure I would. I better hustle. This white stuff is
coming down as snowballs."

"There's the truck."

"Isn't that cute how Chad is waving to us."

"Forget the wave, Miguel. He's just cute!"

"True. Haven't we both got the best?"

"Yeah. You sure latched on to a hot looking chili
pepper!"

"I think it's also cool that we're brothers."

"Half."

"Which half of me do you like best?"

"Well, I've only seen the top half and that looks
decent!"

"C'mon. We'd better rescue Chad. This conversation is
starting to make me horny!"

Miguel came to a stop, linking hoods with Matty's 4x4.

"Chad, what are you doing out of the truck?"

"I thought I could help."

"And what happens if you slip break your ass?"

"My ass? Wouldn't matter much, since it's your ass
that's always getting fucked?"

"Here, get in the back of Miguel's car. It's all nice
and toasty."

While Miguel went to work on the truck, Matty helped
his preppy-boy into the back seat. He then met Miguel,
ready to jumpstart the vehicles.

"Okay. Start your engine, Matty."

A faint sound of hope came from the truck engine.

Hopping out, Matty asks, "How does it sound?"

"Terminal," Miguel replies.

"Hey, do you smell something burning, Miguel?"

"Yeah, matter of fact. Thought it was somebody's
fireplace, but it seems really strong."

Stepping around, behind Miguel's car, they look up the
road.

"What's up guys?"

"Chad, I thought I put you in the car?"

"You did, but I was wondering what grabbed your
attention?"

"We smelled something burning."

Suddenly an explosion rocked the neighborhood, shaking
the three from their feet.

"Oh shit!" Matty called out, then realizing Chad lying
down. "Chad! You okay?"

"I'm fine. I think I hurt my foot again, though."

However, when the two rose to their feet, they stood
in awe, watching Miguel running down the road, away
from them.

"You don't think...." Matty tried to conclude.

"C'mon, Matty. Rip those plugs off and lets get this
car turned around!"

When you think what you think is wrong and then think
that somebody you love is involved, adrenaline takes
hold. Such had the been the case with Miguel, when he
realized that the fire through the trees, the
billowing, black smoke hurling upwards over the
forest, had been his own home, he sped down the road
like an Olympic runner.

As Chad and Matty arrived, the same time as sirens
screaming around the neighborhood, they watched as
Miguel ran back and forth around the flaming home,
searching for his loved one.

"Now you stay put, Chad!"

Running out to meet Miguel, the two went together
around the side of the house, then into the woods
round back. No matter where they went, Juan wasn't
anywhere to be found. Fire was everywhere, it seemed,
licking the windows and doors.

"Shit! Shit! Shit! Miguel called out... Where is he?"

Matty feared for the worst, as Miguel seemed to go
insane with grief.

"Juan? Juan?" He called out, looking to every window.

>From the back, Matty suddenly saw a cannon of water
shoot onto the blaze, realizing the fire department
must've gotten here. Seeing that Miguel was out of it,
Matty had to literally grab hold of the Latino's coat
and drag him away from the back of the house.

"Anybody inside?" The fireman asked Chad.

"I... I think... yea," Chad replied, filling with thoughts
that if they are, it's already too late.

"Do you live here?"

"No. My lover's brother and... Juan's inside, as far as
I know."

Coming around the side of the house, Miguel latches on
to the fireman talking with Chad. Roughly, he takes
the front of the fireman's yellow uniform.

"You've gotta get in there and save him... you gotta
save him... please mister.... Save him!"

Matty and Chad look at each other. Even though the two
didn't really know Juan `that' well, tears begin to
form.

"Look, I'm going to see if there's anything I can do."

In the mean time, others show up.

"Miguel honey, what happened?"

>From the fireman, Miguel is passed off to Bernice.

"Mama, it's Juan..... he......"

"Oh noooo...oh noooo... oh God no...." Bernice replies, as
she cuddles Miguel in her arms.

Alberto talks with Matty and Chad, trying to find out
what happened.

"That's all we know, Alberto. One minute we're
standing there, smelling all this smoke and then the
house ignites," Matty fills him in.

"Chad are you alright?"

"Dad?" Chad recognizes his father.

For the second time, Matty tells his story.

"Matty, what happened?" Comes another reply, as Sean
approaches. "You can see the flames from way over on
the other side of the neighborhood!"

Alberto tells Jacq, "I'm afraid it's bad news for my
boy."

Jacq looks towards Bernice and Miguel, saying to
Alberto, a hand on his arm, "I'm so, so sorry."

"We all are, but thanks. Jacq, do you think you can,
ah, talk with Miguel?"

"Let me go over. I'll talk with him."

As Jacq is trying to give him moral support, Bernice
offers the hugging comfort of two loving arms.

"Hey, kid?" A voice is heard, being that of the
fireman, "I'm sorry, but we're giving up hope for that
of your friend."

However, totally in an irrational state, Miguel lashes
out at the twenty-eight  year old firefighter.
Grabbing him by the collar, Miguel and the firefighter
fly about two feet in the air, before hitting the
ground.

"Give up? You can't fucking give up... it's Juan we're
talkin' about... yea hear? My love...my......."

Alberto and Jacq, aided with Sean and Matty, try
tearing Miguel, in a fit of rage, off of the pinned
fire fighter. However, as they bend over, they see the
fireman has locked his arms around the twenty-one year
old Latino, as if putting him in a straightjacket. As
Miguel begins to lose strength in the fight, the
fireman rubs his hand up and down the back of the
distraught Latino.

"Shhhhhh, now. It's going to be alright, guy. You'll
see."

Behind Matty and Chad, on the outer circle of the
gathering, they hear two firemen talking.

"That faggot, Adams."

"He's going to give us all a bad name."

"Yeah, we gotta do something about this, Dave."

"Yeah, before they think we're all a bunch of
faggots!"

Chad and Matty, in direct earshot of the two, turn
their heads slightly towards one another.

Chad says softly, "Don't look back."

"But,"

"Just chill a minute, Matty."

"C'mon," the two finally hear one of the fireman say,
"let's get this wrapped up."

"Yeah, then we'll think about what to do about Adams."

"One called the other `Dave'," Matty replied to Chad.

"I know. C'mon. Let's mention it to my dad, first."

"Great idea, Chad."

Hovering over Miguel, in the fireman's arms, Jacq and
Alberto reach down for him.

"You can take him. I think he's okay now," the fireman
let's Miguel go, a hundred times more subdued.

Alberto says, "I'm sorry my son behaved like that,
um..."

"Chance. Chance Adams."

"Thank you very much. Alberto Cruz."

Helping Miguel up, Alberto didn't have an extra hand,
however it's at this time that Matty, Chad and Barry
happen over.

"You were awesome!" Matty tells Chance.

Barry offers him a hand.

Chad replies, "Yeah, there Miguel was, beating you to
a pulp and yet, you.... You comforted him. Man, it shows
you've got some kind of big heart!"

Making Chance blush, he held onto Barry's hand long
enough to get a friendly greeting. He then traded off
to Chad's hand, then Matty's, each greeting the other
with introductions.

"Good work, Adams," Another man in yellow shook
Chance's hand.

"Thanks, Chief. Oh, and this is Barry Barr," Chance
introduced his fire chief.

"Nice to meet you Barry. You're the acting principal
at the high school, aren't you?"

"That I am and this is my son Chad and his..."

Chad fills in the blank for his dad, "Lover."

Maybe Barry expected something else, however things
remained quite normal.

"Nice to meet you Chad," the chief shook hands.
Matty's offered his hand, replying, "good to meet you
too."

For the moment, Barry dispelled any ill will against
Chance, from the fire chief. He was going to offer the
chief some information that Chad and Matty had cued
him into, but then Chad butted in.

"I hate to ask you this, Chance, but are you gay?"

Smiling, letting out a short giggle, he replied,
"Being that you two are, I feel comfortable coming out
to you. Yeah, I am. Why?"

Barry decided, for whatever reason, none most likely,
to say, "I am too."

Chance turns to Steve, still speaking to Chad, "Your
father, too?"

"Yeah. Actually, he's my stepdad."

"Doesn't matter," Chance replies, smiling at Barry.

"Well, while everybody's getting things off their
chest," Chief Johnson initiates, "I might as well
welcome myself to the club!"

"Way to go, Michael!" Chance says to the fire chief,
patting him on the back.

"Um, you too already know that... um," Barry tries
popping the question.

"Oh sure," Chance replies.

Chief Johnson adds, "Hey, we're not the only ones.
There's some other fine fire fighters that are gay,
but I'm not at liberty to... you know."

"Hey, that's their business, but chief, thanks for
coming out with it."

"Well, I'm not actually out and...."

"You don't have to caution us, Michael... may I call you
that?"

"Sure you can Barry and just keep it under wraps."

"However," Barry begins to relate what Chad and Matty
observed, "I take it that you, Chance, are more or
less totally out?"

"Yeah. Kind of just happened, so I let it happen, over
time."

"Well, my boys," Barry looks at both Chad and Matty,
"overheard something that I think you might find
important."

"Oh? What's that?" Chief Johnson asks the two young
men, directly.

Chad takes the helm, offering, "We heard these two
firefighters behind us talking about Chance."

"What did they say?"

"One was named Dave," Matty reported.

Chance further identifies him as, "Dave Pressman...
about five feet, eleven, dark brown hair?"

"We didn't turn around," Chad replies to the
description.

"Wise decision," Chance proceeds, "they can be
bastards when they want to be."

"Chance," Chief Johnson questions, "they haven't been
messing with you again, have they?"

"Little stuff, that's all."

"Wait a minute, you had a run in with these guys,
Chance?"

"Listen, I shouldn't be burdening you with this Barry
and the snow's picking up."

As the fire diminished to smoldering ruins, the crowd
thinned. An ambulance took Miguel away, with Bernice
accompanying him. Alberto drove behind them.

"Hey, Chief?"

"Yeah, Miller?"

"I think we found something. You want to come take a
look?"

All thoughts about breaking up for the night,
dissipated, as Matty helped Chad along, Barry
accompanying Chance, the chief and Detective Miller,
rounding the back of the house. They hurried their
pace, spotting a portable lighting unit, held over
paramedics working on a body.

"That's Juan!" Barry calls out, "It's Juan! He's
alive?"

"Owwch... easy Matty!"

"Sorry Chad... I can't believe it. Juan's alive, even
after Miguel and I searched out back here."

>From a distance, the two young men looked upon the
lighted area of the woods. As they approached, Barry
and Chance met them.

"There's nothing you can do boys. Let the paramedics
do their job."

"Is he going to be okay, dad?" Chad asks.

Chance states, "He's unconscious. Looks like he's
lucky to might have been thrown from the force of the
explosion."

"Yeah, we did hear something fierce. It damn well
knocked us off our feet and we had been down the road
a bit," Matty replied.

"Guys, I hope you can keep a secret, because if you
said anything, it could mean my job."

"Of course we wouldn't say anything," Barry assured
Chance.

"Yeah, well... Ah," Chance lowered his voice, leaning
in, as Chad, Matty and Barry did the same, "looks like
it's arson."

"Arson?"

"Dad!" Both Matty and Chad cautioned, as Barry
elevated his level of response.

"They've already found evidence that the foundation
had been doused with gasoline."

"No shit?" Barry questioned, bewildered.

"Who would want to kill Miguel and Juan?" Chad asks.

Matty replies, "Miguel wasn't home at the time. Only
Juan was there."

"Maybe Miguel.... Nah, kick me for even thinking it!"

Matty nudges Chad's leg with his knee, understanding
what his lover's thoughts had been, replying, "Shame
on you, Preppy!"

"I know," Chad replies, slapping himself on the face.

Barry continues, "Well, are you sure Juan was thrown
from the house by the explosion, Chance?"

"We're not sure of anything. Detective Miller needs to
check everything out completely and analyze the
information. From the piece of a branch lodged in his
shoulder, looks that Juan was thrown from the house by
the explosion."

"Damn!" Chad says of the injury.

Chance says to them, "That's confidential too."

"Oh, we know, Chance."

"Yeah, no problem," Chad swears.

"Well, I suppose there's nothing we can do tonight,"
Barry brings up.

"Uh, could I buy you a cup of java, Barry?" Chance
asks.

Chad butts in, "Um, my dad's got a partner already,
Chance."

"Oh."

Smiling, Barry replies, putting his hand on Chance's
shoulder, "I'd like to buy you a cup!"

"Don't you have to clean up, Chance?" Matty inquires.

"Not my turn."

"Your turn, Chance?"

"Yeah. It's this thing we have. Whenever there's a
fire, one of us gets off scot-free for the week, not
having to clean up the hoses. This week it's my turn."

"Hmm, so if there's no fires you lose out?"

"Nope. If there's no fires then everybody wins!"

They all chuckled at Chance's explanation, but return
to the grim state when they view the lighted woods, a
makeshift tarp overhead, as they work on Juan.

"Dad, you sure we shouldn't stick around?"

Chance answers Chad's question, "Believe me, there's
nothing you can do. Besides in about two minutes the
chopper will be here."

"Oh, they're medivac-ing him?" Barry asks.

"Yes. I think I can hear it coming in now."

Rushing around to the front entrance to the smoldering
ruins, the small band stands with the police near the
ambulance. As the medivac lands, who should pop out,
but Callan.

"Busy night?"

"Hey Barry, yeah. It's been a busy day. Another four
car fender bender up on `Donovon's Hill'."

"No fatalities I hope?"

As they run along the side of the house, Barry gathers
information.

"No, but some of your students were involved?"

"Any idea of names?"

"The famous student... Manilow.... what's his name?"

"Richie Manilow?"

"Yeah and the Sanchez kid."

"Jason?"

"That's him."

"Serious injuries?"

"No, but would you believe that Richie's uncle is on
his way here?"

"Barry Manilow?"

"Yes. Seems that the kid is like a son to him."

"That's the feeling I got too, when he showed for the
Madrigal Dinner last year."

"Listen, I have to jump into action here, Barry."

"I understand, Callan and thanks for the info."

Barry hightails it back to the front of the house.

"What's up, dad?" Chad inquires.

"Some students had been involved in an accident
today."

"You know them personally, dad?"  Matty asks.

Smiling, at the word dad, Barry replies, "Yes. Both,
but Callan says they are in no danger."

"That's cool," Matty adds.

"Um, dad?"

"Yes, Chad?"

"Would you mind if Matty and I stayed at your place
tonight?"

"This wouldn't have anything to do with Chance coming
over for a cup of java, would it?"

Both Chad and Matty reply at once, "Um, yeah."

%

"What is it babe?"

"Looks like some excitement in the neighborhood."

"What time is it there, Gary?"

"Let's see. I'd gage it to be about two hours after
you finished pounding my ass!"

"Hmm... dare you to answer like that when we're at the
mall tomorrow!"

"Hee heee.... Should I get on the PA, Mike?"

"Hmm," Mike says, holding his cock upright from it's
wilted position, "think I should get one installed?"

"You kidding? Good way to break a tooth!"

"Oh, you don't have to chew on it... take it right on
down, babe."

"Thanks. Choke the living daylights out of me, will
you?"

As the thirty-six year old shrink approached the bed
from the foot of the covers, he zeroes in on his
lover, still holding the soft shaft.

"You kidding? Where else will I find a hot, tight hole
to pry open?"

Looking down at the cop's cock, still held by his
lover, Gary then looks up at Mike.

"Go for it babe. `Still got plenty of cream churning
in my balls!"

"I don't know. My ass is kind of sore," he tells Mike.

"Hell with your ass! You've already got my balls
churning. Get those lips down here!"

Gary laughs. The thirty-seven year old, solidly built
cop then does a crunch, his arms helping to hold him
upright, steals a kiss. As he descends, he watches as
his lover's tongue licks the head of his bent over
pleasure stick.

"Ooooh yeah," he groans, sinking back into the pillow.

%

Continued.....

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