Date: Fri, 9 Jun 2006 16:29:48 -0700 (PDT)
From: T. Chase McPhee <survivalgame@yahoo.com>
Subject: Nature Country 11

The story below is a work of fiction, set in the
format of reality. Any resemblance to real people is
entirely coincidental in nature. It is not meant to
accurately 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. Check with your local laws
regarding such. Sexual safety matters. This is
fiction. Use protection in real life. `Got condom?'

"Nature Country" 11
wriTten by T. Chase McPhee

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"Thanks for coming over at a moment's notice, Wayne."

"Not a problem, Mike. So, where's the kid?"

"In Gary's office. Real stressed out."

"I don't doubt it, from the prelim's you've given me."

"Ah, where's Riley?" Mike inquires.

"Oh, he has the day off. Out of town, to some leather
convention of sorts."

"Hmm.. I often wondered what went on at those things."

"Um, take some advice from me, don't let Riley get
your ear. He'll never shut up!"

They both gave a hearty laugh, then returned to
business at hand.

"So, they'll be sending over that rookie, um what's
his name?"

"Berk Hewsen?"

"That's it!"

"Oh boy," Mike responded, not in the well sense.

"Cappy thought at least he couldn't possibly botch up
taking notes. I don't know how the kid ever made it
through the academy."

"Beats me neither," Mike added to Wayne's statement.

"Hello? Anyone about?"

Mike and Wayne looked at each other, as the Turkish
police rookie helped himself out, to letting himself
in.

Under his breath, Mike let on to Wayne something he
already knew, "Well, there's something he's got going
for him!"

It had been Mike's influence that assured Wayne that
the area had been gay-friendly. After the two short
homophobic incidents, one involving Conner Matthews
and the other, the arson at Juan's and Miguel's home,
things had quieted down for the most part. Much of the
disturbance actually worked to bring the community
closer together and more aware of it's gay culture. As
for Berk Hewsen, even though he proved incompatible
with the WRPD, most likely any police force, Mike and
Wayne always figured the Turk had his awesomely
handsome features to vouch for him.

"C'mon in, Berk," Mike offered, considering he already
was.

"In? I'm already in," Berk replied, his hand showing
he already had come in the door.

"Yes, well," Wayne put his arm around Berk.

That's the image the twenty-nine year old police
detective evoked. Even though only four years older
than Berk, he remained like a father image to him or
any person he came in contact with.

"You know what your job is here?"

"Yes. The captain said to take down information that
the young man has to tell. That's why I have my
laptop."

"Yes, well sure you do," Wayne rolled his eyes at
Mike.

So, Berk Hewsen had a coupla things going for himself.
Not only was the six foot one inch tall rookie hunky
enough to be an A&F model, but could type faster than
superman. After the first time Berk took notes on his
laptop, the department switched over from the little
notebooks, proving it to me more efficient. One of the
reasons Berk was kept on. At other things he proved
not too valuable.

"Now, we have a very sensitive young man here and..."

Mike had to laugh, on the inside, watching the two
together; Wayne the father and Berk, the son, taking
it all in. He wondered if any kind of attraction
existed between the two. Upon opening the door, Gary
uncrossed his legs and stood up, from his armchair,
storing his pen behind his ear.

"Hey, who's that?"

Luke, whom had been calm, suddenly got riled up. Also,
he had gotten real attached to Zach and wouldn't agree
to counseling unless the twenty-five year old remained
with him.

"It's okay," Zach took hold of Luke's shoulder. "These
are friends of Mike's. You trust Mike, don't you?"

"Um, yeah. I guess."

In the interim, waiting for the fuzz to get there,
Mike had opted to becoming a quick-change artist,
shucking his police uniform and dressing more moderate
in a polo shirt and jeans. It seemed to transform
Luke's thoughts, not having to address the police
uniform. However, he wasn't too keen on the looks of
Berk Hewsen, who did in fact wear the law enforcement
fatigues.

"You can shake my hand, too," Berk told Luke.

Standing there, Luke looked at the Turk's pale brown
hand. The hand that just shook Wayne's rose slowly,
eyes jumping from Berk's hand, to face, then back
again.

"Go ahead," Berk badgered Luke in a nice way.

Zach helped Luke take the bold step, taking his hand
in his and forcing it to Berk's palm.

"There. Not so bad, am I?"

"Um, no," Luke replied.

What nobody picked up on, but Luke, is the warm
feeling, as if his hands had been under a warm faucet.
In fact, Luke lingered longer than necessary.

"May I please have my hand back now?"

A quiet "Yeah," is all Luke said, breaking the
contact.

However, it wasn't only Luke that had been attuned to
Berk's good looks. Immediately, Berk made himself
comfortable in the armchair, the same one Gary had
vacated. He flipped open his laptop, intertwined his
fingers, turning his hand inside out.

"I'm all ready. So, what happened to you, Luke?"

Gary exchanged glances with Mike and Wayne, commenting
so Berk would not hear, "Is he for real?"

"That's one thing you have to know about Berk here,
doc," Wayne lay the facts on him, "when Cappy gives
Berk Hewsen a duty, he does it literally, to the `T'."

Mike adds, "So, that's what he's doing."

"But we had been right in the middle of..."

Strangest thing and Gary would recall this later, but
Berk began getting more detail out of Luke in two
minutes than Gary had managed in a half hour!

"Wait, you say you met up with these two cops along
the road, Luke?"

Seth had taken up with the TV in the den, so Mike
excused himself.

Berk informed Wayne and Gary, "I can handle things
from this end, if you want to leave?"

Wayne smiled, mentioning to Gary, "That wasn't a
suggestion. That was an order."

"Order? But..."

Before Gary could voice his opinion, the two started
out of the room.

Gary asked, "You coming, Zach?"

"No. He stays," Berk informed him, bluntly, then went
on with his laptop entry.

Rising up, Zach plopped his ass right back down on the
brown leather sofa, next to Luke. They carried on
their conversation.

"Yeah, them two cops said to us that hitchhiking was
illegal and that they was taking Seth and me in."

"Did they cuff you?"

"Me, they did. They said Seth was too young to cuff
and he rode in the front seat."

"So, Seth sat in the front, between the officers?"
Berk questioned Luke.

"Um, no. One of the police officers sat in back with
me."

"What was his name?"

Luke looked to Zach.

"It's okay, Luke. You can answer Berk. Those cops
can't hurt you now."

Then Zach began add a bit of psychological wisdom in
at this point.

"Luke is having a problem."

"Problem?" Berk questioned.

"Yes. You see, Luke had a tough time trusting Mike..."

"Mike?" Berk butt in. "Why, he's the most honest cop
I've ever met and such a nice, nice guy. Who could..."

"No, you don't understand, Berk."

Zach got the podium back.

"It's the uniform."

Berk looked down his front. He took in the shiny
medallion that announced him a member of West
Richlan's finest, the brass plated bar that contained
his name and further on down, the utility belt,
squashed between his crotch and navel line. For once,
Berk was baffled.

"Uniform?"

Continuing his explanation, Zach informed him, "Yes.
You see, Luke associates the person wearing a
policemen's uniform, with being," and Zach made little
parenthesis in the air, "evil."

"That's no problem," Berk said cheerfully.

One of the little quirks about Berk piqued his
momentum.

"Here, hold this for a minute," He said, placing his
open laptop on Luke's lap.

Rising up from the armchair, he walked over by Gary's
desk. As his back faced Luke and Zach, they suddenly
gained amazement when Berk's two hands parted the
front of his shirt and stripped it off, along with all
the policeman's hardware. He pulled the buttoned down
shirt from his regulation pants and lay it across the
desk. Removing his utility belt, which housed his gun,
handcuff pouch, flashlight and other little doodads,
he placed that on the desk, covering it with the
shirt.

Turning around, he asked, "Are the pants alright?"

Both Luke and Zach sat there, awestruck. Light brown
hair painted the V-neck of Berk's white V-neck tee
shirt, up to the base of his neck. So thick his pit
hair, some stuck out the sleeves. Two little dots
accented the right and left sides of his pecs. His
taut stomach came to a small recess, before diving
into his pants.

"You look," Zach gulped, "awessss... fine, Berk."

It's apparent that Luke forgot what the subject of
their discussion was, as Berk parked himself back into
the armchair, stealing his laptop back.

"Oh, will you look at that! The batteries are shot."

Both got another visual, as Berk retrieved the cord
from his laptop bag, found an outlet, bending in half
to plug it in. Eye's became glued to the ass, tightly
rounded in the regulation uniform.

"There we go. Good for another hundred miles."

For the first time, since Luke arrived, Zach found him
saying something upbeat.

"I'll say!"

"You'll say what?" Berk questioned Luke's comment, as
if back into the swing of the interrogation.

Suddenly he jolted back to reality. Along with it came
a delayed reaction to his statement. Luke blushed.

"It's okay," Zach smiled.

Looking at the laptop screen, Berk repeated his
question, "Did you get the policeman's name, Luke?"

"Um, I was too scared, but the other one called him
Kyle."

"Last name?"

"I never got it, but I think it began with a `J'. I
heard this Kyle cop, call the other policeman Paul.
Paul Morgan."

"Very good," Berk typed away.

"Describe Kyle for me, if you remember, Luke."

"Um, with or without his clothes on?"

Beforehand, while Gary counseled Luke, it had come out
that Luke was in fact gay. Luke already knew of Gary's
sexual orientation and shortly Zach came out to the
fact. Zach began to get his suspicions about Berk,
when he centered the laptop on his lap, pulling it
closer to his beltline.

"Why don't we stick to the clothes on?"

"Sure. He was about six feet tall, dark hair."

"What color?"

"Very dark brown and he had this like shadowy
mustache."

"He didn't shave?"

"Oh, I think he did, but his stach wasn't filled in
like he's been growing it for a long time and he had
these long, thin sideburns."

"And he had on a policeman's uniform?"

"Right."

"What identifying marks did the uniform have?"

"Like what?"

"Region. City? County? Oh, by the way. What state was
this in?"

"Idaho."

"Town?"

"I don't rightly know. You see, Seth and me sometimes
didn't know. He might remember. It began with a `H'. I
know the beginning of it sounded like `hell' and
ta'tell ya the truth, it was a good name for the
place."

Berk stopped typing, his fingers on the keys, but
immobile. He stared for a few seconds at Luke. The
same distraught look fell upon Zach, both of the men
reading into Luke's last thought. Slowly Berk's
fingers moved around the keyboard. Zach, still in the
mood of feeling concerned about Luke's forthcoming
testimony, let his hand slide between them. This time,
when it came into contact with Luke's hand, he didn't
yank it away. Instead he looked over next to himself.

As Zach wound his hand around Luke's, he commented
softly, "Everything's going to work out okay. I
promise."

Berk's head popped up and he asked, "Are you gay?"

"Who, me?" both Zach and Luke asked back at the same
time.

For the first time, Luke popped a smile.

Speaking for the two, Zach replied, "Yeah, we're both
gay."
Seeing it the opportune moment, he also asked Berk,
"Are you?"

And, for the first time Berk had been caught off
guard. He began to fumble, which had been unlikely for
this phase of his work.

"Me? Gay? Um, uh... well..."

Luke is the one that came on, point blank, saying, "If
you are dude, say you are. It's what I am and I'm not
afraid to say it. So, say it if you are. Is you or
ain'tcha?"

"I," came the extremely faint reply, "am."

Then Zach became amazed, as Luke unloaded his mind
with things that Zach himself thought.

"You know you're a hot looking dude, Berk."

"Me?"

"Sure. First thing I noticed when you took that shirt
off. I bet you have a hot bod under that tee shirt."

Berk wasn't ready for this. In fact, being the shy guy
he is, about his sexuality, he was totally unprepared,
as he looked down his own body. Reaching across the
way, Luke snatched away the laptop.

"Just as I thought!"

It didn't have to be spelled out. Luke's statement
said it all, as the laptop revealed Berk's boner.

"Betcha you're about an eight or nine, huh Berk?"

"Eight? Nine? Eight or nine what?"

Zach could see this getting out of hand, so put in his
two cents. Taking the laptop away from Luke, he set it
back into Berk's court.

"Oooh," Berk replied, as he squirmed around, trying to
reposition his tent with the base of the laptop
computer.

The nineteen year old, with a slight grin on his face,
picked up both hands, knocking Zach in the thigh.

"What'd I tell ya?"

"Yeah, um... I think we better get on with the
business at hand. What's your next question, Berk?"
Zach prompts him.

"Next question... next question... names."

"Kyle and the other was Paul Morgan."

"Sure of it?"

"Positive and for an older dude, he looked kind of hot
in the buff."

"I was under the impression that you had gone through
hell and back, Luke?" Zach inquires, unleashing his
hand.

"Oh, that part is true. If you don't believe me, just
look!"

At that point, Luke jumps up off the sofa, takes his
tee shirt by the tails and peels it up and over his
head, shaking out his moderately long, sandy brown
hair.

"Oh shit!" Zach remarks, staring at Luke's stomach.

"Yeah," Luke points out, "you can still see the
bruises where the younger dude punched me out."

"That is despicable!"

"Yeah, I figured so," Luke replied to Berk's comment,
even though he hadn't the foggiest what the word
meant! "And oh - look at this!"

Turning, Luke showed the visible welts on his back.

"Got some on my ass, too."

"We need this documented by a physician," Berk thinks
out loud.

"Oh nooooo," Luke tells him, "no whitecoats for me!"

"Did they sexually molest you, Luke?" Zach takes over
some of the questioning.

Figuring that Berk had his mind on `other' things,
Zach decided on joining in on the interrogation. Of
course, he himself didn't shun the facts of the nice
looking treasure trail that sliced through Luke's
bellyhole, nor the `built' pecs, however they weren't
here for the purpose of lining up next month's Genre
cover model!

"You mean did they do sex stuff to me?"

"That's what he means," Berk replied, regaining
control of the interrogation.

That's the question that brought Luke back down to
earth. Sitting, he let his crumbled tee sit in his
lap. He returned to his well of depression.

"Yeah they did. Even though it t'were a week back, my
ass and throat still hurt."

That's about all the information needed for now.

"I think we have enough to go on for now, but there
will be more questioning."

Boldly, Luke says, "Okay, but I'll only tell you."

"Me?"

"Yeah. You ain't getting me near any police station.
I'll trust you, but the rest of them damn cops..."

"Are we making any progress in here, Berk?"

Wayne opened the door, interrupting Luke's thoughts.

"Hey, uh listen, Wayne..."

Backing into the hallway, the twenty-nine year old
investigator looked at the hand placed on the middle
of his chest. Running through his thoughts had been,
`Where did this assertive attitude come from all of a
sudden? This, sure in hell, isn't the Berk Hewsen I
know!' In some ways it gave Wayne's crotch a jiggle,
to be bowled over by the twenty-six year old rookie.
He made a snarling noise, like that of a cat, when he
noticed Berk, stripped of his uniform shirt.

Berk, ready to say something profound, diverted to,
"What was that sound you made?"

It dawned on Wayne that the Turkish police officer
didn't get the connection of the gesture.

Swallowing, Wayne replied, more out of reaction, than
explaining the gesture, "You sure look hot," then
realizing his boo-boo, "I mean," lost for words, he
fesses up to the truth, "You sure look hot without the
shirt!"

He ended his compliment with a toothy grin. Berk
stepped back, dropping his hand.

"I have confession to make, also."

It then occurred to Wayne, `Confession? What did I
say?' He then played along, asking, "Oh? And how would
that go?"

First turning a crimson red, Berk's already
delightfully, handsome face smirks, then admits,
"Maybe I want to see you without a shirt?"

Wayne still didn't get the full impact or was it he
wasn't sure where Berk was heading with this, but the
thrill hit him straight between the legs.

"Are you saying that maybe you and I could... um,
maybe feel something for each other?"

Unfortunately, Wayne misinterpeted the Turk's words.
It was an innocent flirt. Not an invitation. He
pressed his lips up against Berk's, touching his.
Breaking off the quick lip-lock, Wayne wasn't sure of
himself or what Berk thought of him now.

"Look, I'm sorry. Maybe I shouldn't have done that?"

"I better get these notes formalized," Berk made the
excuse, holding up the imformation gathered, in his
laptop.

A tad of embarrassment struck Wayne, as he watched the
rookie take his leave, thinking he might have played
the part of the fool!

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11 Continued....

Copyright 2006  T. Chase McPhee
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