Date: Wed, 21 Dec 2005 11:33:52 -0800 (PST)
From: survivalgame <survivalgame@yahoo.com>
Subject: A 'Nature Walk' Christmas   six

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" six
wriTten by T. Chase McPhee

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"Did you see what I saw?"

"Yeah, I saw him, Jim."

"Was he hot or what?"

Both teens propped themselves up from the sofa, after
seeing the pizza boy run from the door to the kitchen,
Maury tailing him.

Sticking their heads inside the door frame, to take a
listen, they heard Maury pleading, "Oh come on, Jason,
they're nice guys. You'll like them."

"I don't know, Maury. I don't mind taking my clothes
off in front of you, but with other guys?"

"They don't have any clothes on, Jason."

"Good for them," Jason replied, opening the steaming
box. "Listen, I'm going to take pieces out and...."

"Oh c'mon and stay, Jase."

"Huh?"

Standing there, letting the steam pour out of the
pizza box,  twenty year old Jason Tournier looks over
at the doorway, now occupied by two fully naked high
school jocks.

Rubbing both hands up and down his pecs and stomach,
Jim tells Jason, "Look, we're okay with being naked
around you."

"Yeah, but...."

Connor sees that Jim is trying to `help out' Jason.
Jim parades his altogether up to the pizza delivery
man, "Yeah. C'mon Jase. We're not shy!"

"Obviously," Jason replies, letting the lid to the
pizza box drop, as he singles Jim out, gazing up and
down his teen body.

Maury adds, "Yeah, Jason. How are you going to get a
man if you don't shed the clothes for him to check out
the goods?"

At first, Connor thought maybe Maury had some feelings
for the five foot, eleven inch, dark brown-haired guy,
but now his feelings wavered.

"You're not trying to set me up with one of these
guys, are you Maurice?"

"Set you up?" Connor questions.

"With us?" Jim asks, adding, "Not with us. Oh no."

Connor leans forward, on Jim's shoulders, his cock and
balls pressing against his back, nether-region, arms
woven underneath Jim's pits, interlocking over his
chest, then says, "Jim and me are lovers and nothing
or nobody is ever going to change that. Right Jim?"

Jim didn't say anything on purpose.

"I `said', `right' Jim?"

To further accent the point, Connor takes hold of both
Jim's nips and gives them hefty tugs.

"Owwwch... yes... yes.... A thousand times, yes!"

Good thing Jason stood behind the counter. What Connor
was doing to Jim, made his crotch twitch and expand!

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Miguel could care less that his hiney shone through
the rear of the hospital gown. Dr. Hannon had his
hands full, as Miguel carried the IV bag in one hand,
winding the doctor's nice tie and white dress shirt up
in his other hand.

Threatening the doctor with punching him out with the
bag full of liquig, Miguel shouted, "Listen, doc, you
don't come telling me that you found my Juan and then
tell me I can't see him. You got that punk?"

"Whooooaaa....whooooaaaa... hold on there a minute,
Miguel."

By accident, Chance Adamson came from around the
corner.

"And who the fuck are you?" Miguel asked, obviously
upset.

"Tell ya, Miguel you've got some tackle!"

"You gonna tell me the fuck who you are?"

suddenly, Miguel spun around, ready to smackdown the
person touching his shoulder.

"Papi?"

"Not a very nice way to talk to the man that helped
you out last night, son."

"You're that fireman?"

"That I am."

"You look different."

"Yeah. The yellow outfit, plus the grime hides a lot,"
Chance replied.

"Hey, look. I'm sorry man. Yeah, my Papi explained how
you tried to help me, man."

"It's Chance. Chance Adams."

"Miguel, bro."

Chance smiled. Such was the occasion for turning from
some brute, into a near relation!

"I think you owe Dr. Hannon an apology, son," Alberto
suggested to his son.

"Yeah, look doc. Sorry about messin' ya up and all,"
Miguel replied, finessing the crinkled tie, literally
taking his shirt tail and tucking it in a little bit,
under his belt buckle.

"Ahem!" Dr. Hannon replied, "I think I can handle
that!"

Chance smiled at Miguel's efforts to apologize to the
thirty year old doctor.

"Juan!" Miguel suddenly remembered.

"He's banged up pretty bad, son, but he's stable,"
Alberto confides in his son.

"You saw him? How come I didn't..."

"They had you drugged, son."

"I think Dr. Hannon will allow you to see him."

"Hmm...." Miguel replied, after the cool reception he
got the first time around.

Leading the entourage of Alberto, Miguel and Chance,
Dr. Hannon took them to Juan's room. Alberto and
Miguel stayed to talk with his son's lover.

"Thanks for helping me out there, Chance."

"No problem, Dr. Hannon."

"You can call me Peter."

Sometime, while the altercation between Dr. Hannon and
Miguel had taken place, Chance had checked the
doctor's finger, to see if it contained a wedding
band. Now, with the friendly attitude, more than
Miguel got offered, Chance pursues his own endeavors.

"How about a cup of java, Peter?"

"I've got a few minutes."

Chance's gaydar tuned in on the doctor, whom couldn't
have been much older than his twenty-eight years of
age.

"Cool. Coffee shop?"

"Either that or over lunch?"

"My, my, Peter. You move fast!"

"These days a guy's gotta to what he's gotta do, if he
intends on getting what he wants," Dr. Hannon filled
in the fireman, rather in a suggestive tone.

Chance thought he would be the one trying to make all
the plays. At the same time, Peter's cool attitude
turned him on.

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At least they got Jason to come in and watch the DVD
with them, even though the other three sat around in
the buff.

"Have you seen um, your professor....." Connor tried
asking the question.

The professor answered, "Yeah, he's seen me in the
buff before. Tell them Jason. Tell them how I almost
got you into the pool naked."

"Yeah, so. I kept my briefs on."

Almost as bad as Maury, Jim prods, "Then why don't you
at least take your shirt off, Jase."

"I'll take whatever off, whenever I'm good and ready,
thank you," Jason reprises his intentions.

"Well!" Jim says, as if insulted, but squeezes
Connor's hand, signaling he's entertained by Jason's
demeanor.

It most likely became obvious to all three, that
Jason's crotch had shown some `rise', to the "Ski
Fling' DVD, plus the fact that Connor and Jim each had
traded off hands to stroke their tall erections, while
watching along.

"Oh, what a fake!" Jim calls out.

"What is?" Jason shows interest in Jim's assumption.

"Brad McCollough, sitting over there by the fireplace"

"What about him? " Jason shows more of an interest.

By the way, it's Connor who nudged Jim, when Jason's
hand fell into his lap.

"They showed him with his briefs on and two seconds
later, Jordan Tal is sitting next to him, where Brent
Woodhill was sitting, plus all of a sudden Brad
doesn't have his briefs on?"

"Hmm... guess I missed it," Jason cues them in to.

Connor rebukes him, saying, "How can you miss it,
Jase? His briefs are as flat as a pancake and then
they're stripped and Brad's got a raging hard on!"

Maury giggles, as he watches and listens to the two
high school jocks, interrogating Jason.

"Here, Maury, flip that control over hear. I'll show
ya, Jase," Jim says.

Watching out for Maury's toss, Jim protects his
assets.

"I knew you were going to try that, Maury!"

Maury smiles, after trying to give the control a soft
landing, instead hitting Jim in the stomach. Then,
Maury's attention is diverted once more to the door.

"Be right back," Maury says.

As if the three cared, with their attention to detail.
In the middle of keying their vision on Brad
McCollough's briefs, Maury derails their train of
thoughts.

"Hey guys, this is Albert... Albert, this is Connor, Jim
and that handsome hunk over there is Jason Tournier.
Isn't he cute, Albert? Huh?"

"Do you always have to make it so obvious that you're
trying to play matchmaker, Uncle Maurice?"

Staring at Albert, Jim could tell why Maury `had' to
play matchmaker. The guy had to wear 2x shirts and who
knows what size pants fit him.

"Um, you want to watch this DVD, Albert," Maury
inquired, then turned right around and said, "Of
course you want to watch this DVD with us!"

"Yeah, we're watching the part that's the biggest fake
job," Jim continues, pointing out the big balls, with
the sagging cock in the actor's briefs, then for the
third time, how the briefs are instantly gone,
replaced by the raging shaft, bedded in a dark brown
pubic bush, two sugar plums nestled underneath.

"Um, I'm showing you this for your benefit, Jase. You
follow?"

"Yeah, go ahead, Jim."

Very well, but Jason had a tough time keeping focused
on "Ski Fling", as his attention span kept lapsing,
changing direction towards the paunchy guy to Connor's
left. It's actually Maury that began to get a kick out
of watching Jason lick his lips, as he spied on
Albert, looking him up and down.

"Anybody for more pizza?" Jim called out.

"Owwch!" Jason called out, as Jim tossed the control
to him, landing in his lap.

"Oh, so sorry about that, Jase. Forgot that you helped
us look for the flaws in the movie!"

"I wasn't.... yeah okay," Jason admits to Jim, lying.

"I'll have some more, slave!" Maury says to Jim.

"I ain't your slave. Get up off your ass and get your
own, Maury!"

"Maury?" Albert questions the nick.

"Yeah, your Uncle Maury here. If we let him, he'd sit
there and let that paunch grow bigger!"

With his hand tucked into his black-haired stomach,
above his navel, Maury provides them with, "What
paunch. I'll have you know that this is solid muscle!"

"C'mon and help, Conner."

"But I want to pick out the flaws," he gives Jim a
tough time.

"Oh c'mon. It'll be more fun picking out Maury's
flaws!"

"Flaws? What flaws" Maury asks, flabbergasted.

"Ever think of getting those silver dollars pierced?"

"What's wrong with my nips?"

Such was the talk, as Connor, the slave, carried the
paper plates and stacked up cups into the kitchen,
leaving Jason and Albert to fend for themselves.

"Yeah, I think you would look good with rings on your
nips. What do you think, Connor?"

"Don't you dare think of having that done to yourself,
Jim."

"Huh?" Jim says, looking down at his jock chest,
replies, "my nips are tiny, but after all, Maury is a
lot older."

"Keep working them with your fingers, Jim and I'm sure
they'll perk up!"

"Oh, well. I wasn't doing that. I mean..."

Jim tried to cover for the fact that as his index
finger and thumb twisted his nips, he felt such a
pleasurable sensation rush to his cock and balls!

"Um, the doorbell just rang. Want me to get it,
Maury."

"It did?"

"Yup," Connor replied, offering to get it.

"No, that's okay. I'll get it. You boys condense on
the pizza."

"What pizza?" Jim asks, looking upon the two crust
remnants in the box which had something left in it.

Maury states, walking past Connor and Jim, making it a
point to rub his arm across Jim's chest, "That's why I
ordered Chinese food. Figured you boys would be eating
me out of house and home!"

"Chinese food?" Connor questions.

However, Maury has left the kitchen.

"You did see that Connor, didn't you?"

"See what Jim?"

"Maury..... he swiped by me, purposely to stimulate my
nips!"

Connor giggles, replying, "Well, did it feel good,
Jim?"

"Um... yeah."

"I can tell."

"Oh, I was hard long before this. Damn, that DVD is so
hot."

"Hey, guys, meet Bryan Steckel. He's in my bio class
at WRCC."

Jm mumbles to Connor, "We're definitely going to WRCC
next year!"

As Maury sets the bags of Chinese food on the counter,
he says to Bryan, who is already eyeing up Connor and
Jim, "Why don't you take your clothes off and stay
awhile, Bryan. You're not in any hurry are you?"

"Um, well my shift is over, but I gotta go punch out."

"No problem. Wing Lee and I are like this," Maury
holds up two fingers together. "I'll just give him a
call and tell him what a wonderful job you did
delivering and that you're not coming back to the
restaurant."

"I guess it's okay, as long as Wing says it's
alright."

Unlike Jason, Bryan had already begun to remove his
coat, placing it over one of the high back bar stools,
at the kitchen island. Unlike Jason, he got right into
pulling the sweater off over his head. The tee shirt,
underneath, got caught up in the sweater, half
anchored by his beltline.

"Um, I think I'm gonna need some help here?"

Jim offered, but Connor was closer. There wasn't much
to see at this point, other than the dark blond trail
that began at the top of Bryan's navel and then dove
in, reappearing at the bottom, before diving under his
beltline.

"I'm going to take the tee shirt off anyway. I just
didn't want to have it inside my sweater."

Smiling, Jim replies, "We understand."

"Thanks for helping me out, Connor."

Jim offers, "Oh Connor is like that. A good little
doobie!"

"Plate, Jim?" Maury offers, forcing it into Jim's
hand.

"Sure. I'm starved after that pizza."

Connor asks, "When are we going to make the Christmas
cookies, Maury?"

"Later, or tomorrow, or whenever," He answers,
nonchalantly.

As the boys are heaping up their plates, both high
school jocks shirt their eyes towards Bryan Steckel,
still slowly stripping, as Maury is chatting with him.
Suddenly, behind Connor and Jim, they hear some
tapping at the window pane of the kitchen door.

"Oh good! The soda's here!"

"Hey, is that who I think it is?" Bryan asks, barging
right past Jim and Connor.

Opening the door, Bryan yells out, "Novak, what the
hell are you doing here?"

"I deliver for `Bridge's & Barr's'. I'm dropping off
my last order. Hey, how come you're stripped down to
your briefs? Not that I mind or anything!"

"I was finished for the day and Professor Passat asked
me to stay for Chinese food," Bryan relayed to Novak.

"Hey, these guys don't have `any' clothes on. What is
this, Bryan."

Before Bryan could answer the twenty-one year old
college student, they stood on the outskirts of the
kitchen, just inside the foyer.

"Hey Novak, thanks for delivering the soda and chips
and stuff."

"Are you having some kind of stud party, Professor
Passat?"

"Seems like that's what it's turning out to be. I
started by having my friends, oh guys, this is Connor
and Jim."

Novak Jezioranski wasn't too shy about introducing
himself to the two high school students.

"Hey and which one are you?" Novak asked, placing his
hand on Jim's bare back and rubbing it, till his
fingers parted the ass crevice.

"Umm...ahem!" Jim jumped, when he found Novak's finger
touch the edge of his ass chute, "I'm Jim and this
here is my.... Lover, Connor."

"Lovers? Oh.. shit, I'm sorry about touching your man,
Connor."

"No problem, Novak."

Jim turns to Novak and says quietly, even though
Connor can hear, "Watch the hands. My lover here is a
black belt and he can get real ugly with guy that
touch what is his!"

With a gulp, Novak states, "Um, hey like I said man,
I'm real sorry for..."

Maury saves the day, handing a plate, saying, "Hey,
you can't start filling the plate till your naked,
Novak, so get moving before the food gets cold!"

They watched, as Novak went over by Bryan. While they
chatted, Novak began stripping down. Maury chatted
with Connor and Jim, as Novak gasped to Bryan about
touching Jim and Connor's black belt in karate.

"I'm all stripped, Professor Passat. Can I dig in?"

Connor and Jim watched the interaction between Maury
and Novak. It's as if the professor was taking
pleasure in humiliating his student, or could it have
been that Novak took pleasure in being humiliated?

"Count to ten, stroking your cock and then maybe I'll
let you, Novak."

"Stroke my cock? What for?"

"What's the big deal, Novak," Bryan Steckel asked.

Then it's as if Maury got pleasure out of humiliating
Connor and Jim, saying, "Because my high school buddy
want to see how big a college jock's cock can get!"

Of course, Jim and Connor didn't really mind Maury
using them for an excuse. Both had their eyes on the
hairy college man.

Jim softly said to Connor, "Would be kind of nice to
see what's hidden in that dark bush!"

"I knew I should've gone back to `Bridge's & Barr's!"
Novak replied, as his hand took hold of his slightly
hard shaft.

As they watched the humiliation Maury set before the
college jock, stroking his meat till it reached a
thick state (and it only took ten strokes), Connor and
Jim noticed Bryan lick his lips. They were sure it
wasn't only because he stood in front of the container
of egg rolls.

"Uh-unh... only ten."

"Damn, you've got me so horny, Professor!"

"You aren't the only one!" Bryan said.

He more or less confirmed Connor's and Jim's thoughts
of lust. They couldn't see over the counter, where
Bryan stood, however they could detect his hidden hand
doing some kind of activity.

"You like that, don't you Novak?"

"Like what Professor Passat?"

"A man ruling you?"

"Who me?"

"Yes, you Novak and I happen to know just how much you
like topcubs."

"Steckel, you told him?"

"I didn't say shit, Novak. I swear!"

"It just so happens, Novak, that there's a cub in the
other room, that happens to be a top."

"What?"

It's like telling Novak that Chris Evans was standing
naked, in the next room.

"A.... a cub?"

"This I gotta see," Bryan states.

"Wait for meeeeeeee!" Novak yelled out, empty plate in
hand, running into the other room.

"I swear," Maury confronts Connor and Jim, "you high
school guys have more smarts than those two guys put
together."

"Wait until Novak finds out Albert still has his
clothes on," Connor speculates.

"Um, Maury?"

"Yeah, Jim?"

"Why do I have the impression that you are playing
matchmaker with your students here?"

"Yeah," Connor agrees. "Plus, it's like they aren't a
bit intimidated to get undressed at their
`professor's' home?"

"Well, it's not like it's the first time they've been
here."

Connor and Jim now don't know what to make of Maury's
intentions.

"Hey, listen. They had their gaydar up, got curious
and found out."

"But, your position at the college. Aren't you afraid
that...."

"Hey, as one of my students put it, one of the gay
ones that's been here often enough, once told me that
this place is their sanctuary. They come here and feel
free to talk about their gay sexuality. Plus, they
like the heated pool to go skinny-dipping in!"

"Do you let guys meet here to have sex?"

"With me?"

"No, with each other. Like Novak and Bryan?"

"Novak and Bryan have never met here together."

"Oh, then who did Bryan meet here with?"

"Nobody yet."

"But he talked with you like he's been here before."

"Sure, he has. He came here to talk when he was in his
freshman year. Man, was he tied up in knots."

"What do you mean, Maury?"

"Jason is from Florida. He wanted to get the farthest
he could from home. Before leaving, he told his folks
he was gay. His old man hit him so hard that he wound
up on the other side of the room."

"Oooooh, the poor guy," Connor said.

"Yeah, Connor and me know all about homophobics.
Connor was a victim of one."

"I know."

"You know Maury?"

"It was in all the papers."

"Oh yeah. I forgot. How come you didn't mention it,
Maury?"

"Hey, that's your business. Of course, Connor, if you
had brought it up, I would have gladly chatted with
you, if you wanted to."

"Thanks for the offer, Maury, but Dr. Roberts and I
have talked about it a lot."

"Yeah," Jim agreed, "Dr. Roberts is really a good
shrink."

"Yeah, I know," Maury confessed, "been to him a few
times myself."

"You?"

"Yeah. Sometime I'll tell you about my childhood, but
right now, why don't we...."

"Oh shit! Oh shit! I think I've died and gone to
heaven!"

"The language, Novak? And in front of my good
Christian friends, especially the one who know's
karate?"

Suddenly, the Polish jock gets clammy, apologizing,
"Hey, I'm sorry man. Sorry I cursed in front of you,
may God forgive me!"

Connor and Jim were ready to pee in their pants, as
Novak carried on. Fortunately the college jock changed
the subject.

"Is that hot cub really your nephew, Professor
Passat?"

"He is, so you better treat him right, if you want to
pass the semester. Get what I mean Novak?"

"Ooooh, I do... I do, Professor Passat. You got it! I
mean, he like asked me to come get him some Chinese
food, so that's what I'm doing now!"

"Is it, Novak? It doesn't look it to me. What does it
look like to you, Jim?"

"Nope. Novak's just standing around, trying to make
small talk and excuses for not getting your hungry
nephew's dinner."

"Looks it to me, too."

To even make the situation more humorous, Connor and
Jim get the shock of their life, as Albert Alberghetti
storms in the kitchen, ready to bust Novak's chops.

"Hey, how come you're not getting my food Novak? Good
thing I came in to check on you or else I might've
gotten served till midnight!"

"Ooooh, I'm really sorry Albert. Here, let me take the
plate and you tell me what you want, okay?"

Before Albert and Novak left the kitchen, Albert asks,
"Hey, are you guys going to come in and watch another
porn DVD with us?"

"Sure," Jim states. "Did you finish `Spring Fling'?"

"Yeah, but we want to watch it again. Man, Jim, you're
right on the ball. There are so many fake places in
that movie."

"Oh?" Connor asks, really more inquisitive about
Albert's hairy chest and stomach, "what else did you
find?"

"Come on, I'll point it out to you," then turning his
attention towards Novak, says, "Hey, Jezioranski, what
are you doing?"

"Fixing myself a plate."

"But then who's going to feed me?"

Connor and Jim cracked up, as Maury joined them in the
humorous fit of laughter. The two left the room,
Albert empty-handed, with Novak carrying the plate of
food and two ice cold beers, one can under each pit,
as dictated by Albert.

"How did you know, Maury?"

"Know what?"

"Oh, don't you go and bullshit us, Maury," Jim tells
him.

"Okay, so I knew that they'd click, so?"

Connor says what he said before, "Playing matchmaker?"

"Hey, these guys would've been hopeless on their own
to meet a guy. I just give them a `little push'?"

"What about yourself, Maury?"

"Me? I'm too old."

"Thirty-four? Too old, Maury?" Jim asks.

"Yeah, well I better go see what the guys are up to."

Connor and Jim, left alone, began to chat about the
possibilities of doing a little matchmaking of their
own!

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Continued.....

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