Date: Wed, 21 Jun 2006 11:10:45 -0700 (PDT) From: T. Chase McPhee <survivalgame@yahoo.com> Subject: Nature Country 13 - sorry 'bout that! 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" 13 wriTten by T. Chase McPhee % "Mm-ah! Dammit!" "What seems to be the problem, Max?" "Jars! Why do they have to put the lids on so tight that you need a cannon to blast if off?" Steve walks over, asking Max to surrender it. Barry laughs his ass off, watching Steve choose six different position to loosen the dang thing. His favorite is watching Steve hold the jar between his legs, tugging at the cap, his whole body meshed in the struggle, looking as if he's constipated! "Here, give me that!" Barry tells him. "Better hit the bowflex, dad-Barry." You think you're so smart, you open it!" Soon the tight-lidded spaghetti sause jar is passed to Chad, who has poked too much fun already. "Hi guys!" Changing from their Sunday best, Philip and Aidan enter the kitchen, Scruffy trailing them. "Whatcha doing?" Aidan inquires. "Testing Atlas here," Steve replies to his sons. "Can I try?" Chad, in the middle of an `umpff', his hands red from trying to pry the lid off, responds, "This is a job for a man, no little squirts like you guys!" The remark didn't go across too well with Aidan and Philip. Growing by leaps and bounds, their dads even saying so, got their pride stepped on. "Gimme that thing!" Philip barks at Chad, stealing the jar away. "Heeeeeeeeeeeey, I almost had it!" "Yeah right, Preppy." "I didn't see you lending a hand." "Don't worry," Matty assures Chad, "the squirts don't hold a candle to you." "Getting kinky are we, Matty?" Matty let the bdsm comment go. "Give up squirt," Matty badgered Philip. "Unh-uh," Philip protest, barely able to hold the wide mouthed jar in his hands, let alone unscrew the cap. "Here, I'll hold the bottom. You take the top." "Good idea, A!" Philip called out, surrendering the glass jar. "Still ain't gonna work," Matty told them. "Wanna bet?" Philip says to Matty. Like shooing a fly, Matty lets it ride. However, Chad has other motives. "Go ahead, bet him." "Bet? Bet what?" "Five bucks." "Five bucks? Heck, that'll be a cinch." Suddenly Aidan and Philip stop teir actions, Philip breaking off. Walking up to Matty, Philip says, "If we get this open, will you eat your Mets cap?" "Eat my Mets cap?" "Yeah. You're supposed to bet if somebody can do something, you'll eat your hat." "I'm not going to go and eat my Mets cap and that's final!" The adults giggle, looking at Matty, hands on his hips, bent over to tell Philip off. "Never mind then," Philip says, going back to Aidan and the jar. "Will you just gimme that?" Finally Matty goes for the jar, but Aidan and Philip are still keeping their dibs on it. "Give it up!" Matty says to them, trying to pry it loose. "No!" The squirts yell out. "Fork it over." "No!" "Okay!" Matty lets loose, taking his baseball cap off, smoothing his locks back and replacing it. "I'm giving you two minutes to get it off, then it's my turn." "You gonna eat your hat," Aidan presses, "if we get it off?" "I'm not eating my hat." Then in a fit of desperation to get the spaghetti sauce open, so his rumbly stomach can get some food stashed inside, Matty relents, "I'll eat your little boy balls!" "Want a hand with that, squirts?" Chad offers. "Shaddup, Preppy. No help. The squirts gotta do it on their own. Gimme that timer, Max." Matty sets the timer in place, setting the dial for two minutes. "Go!" Chad jerks Matty's chain, whispering, "What happens if you win? They get to suck your man-balls?" "They wouldn't be able to fit one in their mouths!" Matty informs him. "Would be fun if they won!" "No way in hell. They've already been struggling with it. Two minutes isn't going to mean a thing." Working feveriahly, they try tapping the lid on the floor, on the table. Still it stays firm. The bell goes off. Just in time, the jar lid flies off. All at once the spaghetti exits the jar, spilling out onto Philip's front. Aidan falls backwards, being caught by his dad. "Good catch, dad!" "Yeah," Steve replies, his hands greased with the red sauce that covers Aidan as well. "Too bad... tsk! tsk! tsk!," Matty replies, sucking his teeth. "Whadya mean?" Philip's eyebrows press together in anger. "The timer. It beeped before the lid came off." "Did not!" Philip contests. All attention is now focused on the discrepancy. Stepping into the fray, Max addresses the situation. "Um, if I can say something, the timer went off `after' the boys opened the jar." Matty gives Max the evil eye, as he takes the three-quarters filled jar away. Silence prevails. "That's that," Philip says, wiping his hands together, as if dusting them off. "I think you boys better go upstairs and change?" Barry tells them. "No wait. Matty's gotta pay up!" Aidan smiles. "Get outta here. I'm not sucking your boy balls. That was just a fragment of speech." "A what?" Philip asks. Aidan and Philip exchange shrugging of shoulder, wondering what Matty means by his excuse. Aidan then flicks an evil grin at his loverbud. "Not only that, but since we both opened the jar, you gotta suck both of our balls, Matty!" Matty turns to Steve. "Don't look at me. I'm not bailing you out of this one, Matty!" "You... you're encouraging your own sons, Steve?" "Hey, I'm not saying either way. You got yourself into this mess. Next time watch what you say in front of youngsters, Matty." "I can't believe this! Chad?" It seems like all odds are against Matty, trying so desperately to get out of this jam. "Why don't you just suck'em off and get it over with?" What Matty didn't get, is when he confronted either Steve or Chad, giving them his undivided attention, the two squirts formed a circle with their thumb and index finger, branching out their other three, giving their dad and older bro the `okay' sign. In other words they had been pulling Matty's chain and he hadn't caught on yet. "Get on with it? Right here?" The expression on Matty's face was priceless, as he caved in to the eleven and twelve year olds' demands. Philip took on Matty's right arm, as Aidan tugged on his left, a signal for the twenty year old to fall on his knees. They almost got lifted off the floor, as Matty resisted their actions. "No, it's not right. I'm no pervert!" "Oh come on Matty," Philip pleaded. Aidan backed him up, "Yeah, you promised!" As one last ditch effort, Matty offered, "Geesh! I'd rather eat my Mets cap." Philip and Aidan liked that act of humiliation too. Maybe not as much fun as scrambling Matty's brain. After their little powwow, they let Matty off the hook. "What are you going to wash it down with?" "You've got to be kidding?" "Yeah, okay," Philip, the main negotiator said. "We'll think up something else." Aidan, agreeing, went along with him, saying, "We'll let you know, Matty." With that, the two young boys took off for their bungalow. "Alot of help you are!" Matty then confronted Chad, slapping him in the stomach. "Hee hee.." Chad giggled, "They sure had you going." "What do you mean by that, Preppy?" "Do you really think that Steve would stand there and let you suck his son's boy balls?" "Wait... you mean this was all a put up?" All Chad had to do is stand there. His silence spoke for him. "Oh, you'll get your's, Chad Barr!" % "How did you boys sleep last night?" "Not bad," Luke replied. "Better than sleeping on a rock," Seth told Gary. "A rock?" The nine year old's statement was enough to begin a conversation to help uncover the reason's behind two boys' hitchhiking experience. "So, why did you boys leave home?" Of course, Seth had been the more talkative of the two, so he took off like wildfire. "My ma ran off with some guy and all I had was my dad. But he wasn'ta my real dad. I don't know who he was." "Tragic." Is all Gary could think of saying about Seth's side of the story. Seth went on to tell, "And Luke had folks who didn't give a shit about him." "Powerful words for a nine year old," Zach said, dumping some Cap'n Crunch into Seth's cereal bowl. "More... more... okay, that's enough," Seth replied when a mound formed in the bowl. After a brief silence, Seth carried on, "Where was we? Oh yeah. Luke has folks that didn't much like him." More pointing his question towards Luke, Zach asked, "So, did you two meet up while in Texas?" "Yup," Seth stole the conversation out from under Luke, not that he was ready to respond. "At a truck stop. Luke saved my life!" "Oh?" Gary's curiosity picked on. "Is that so?" "Yeah. What the hell," Luke replied, when he and Gary connected eyesight. "So, you're a hero then?" Zach questioned. "Whatever," Luke's modesty pervaded. But Seth couldn't keep still, spitting out some of the milk-soaked crunchies, as he spat out the truth. "Yup. There's these two truckers that wanted to use me for sex stuff. Imagine that. Two growed men wantin' to use a little kid like me. Tell'em Luke. Tell'em how ya telled the men off." "Didn't get far, mind you," Luke stirred his cereal, coating the coarse niblets with spooned milk. " I seen little boys get fucked by big men. It ain't a pretty sight, so I figured I'd help Seth out here." "Mighty noble of you," Gary sat with his cup of java. "Wasn't much." One thing that drew Zach in was the incredible amount of humble attitude Luke had. Gary questioned, "So what happened when you confronted them?" "What do you think happens when two sixfoot something men take on a runt like me?" "You don't look like a runt to me!" Zach responded. Luke shrugged his shoulders. "Um, yeah," Gary remarked. "So, I suppose the two truckers took you on?" Since Seth had satisfied his immediate hunger, he became vocal once more. "One of them hauls off and punches Luke right in the stomach. Then the other one comes up behind Luke and moves his arms like this." Showing them the full nelson hold the trucker used on Luke, Seth puts his spoon down and does and imitation. "Then the one not holding Luke, punches him left and right, in the stomach. I tried stopping him from punching Luke, but he pushed me aside like I was nothin'!" Luke breaks in with, "That's because you ain't nothin' but a little peewee!" "I jus' didn't get nuthin' t'eat for awhile." "So, he worked you over. Then what happened?" Again, a question intended for Luke, gets intercepted by the nine year old. "When Luke starts to get worn down, the trucker let Luke go and he sink right on down to his knees." Speaking up, Luke admits, "Yeah, if Seth didn't pull me out of the road, they woulda run right over me with their rig." "Did you get a license plate number?" Zach asks. "Nope," Luke replies. "The only thing on my mind was my sore stomach." Seth pipes up, "But I seen what it says on the side of the truck." "Oh? What did it say?" Gary motions for Zach to hand him the pen and paper, from the counter. He writes down Seth's testimony. "Somethin' like Spangle's." "Spangle's, you say?" "Yup and it had vegetables drawing on the side and a place with two names the same... Wallywally." "Walla Walls, I bet," Gary utters, writing at the same time." "Spangler's Distributing," Zach comes out with. "You know of them?" "Our vegetable distributor. Wow, I can't believe that Kevin Spangler would have men like that work for him!" "Unless he doesn't know." "How does that go Uncle Gary? I know for a fact that they screen their employees with a fine tooth comb." "How they do that?" Seth asks, picturing a comb being run through a guy's hair. "Figure of speech." "Oh," Seth says, not really understanding, but more interested in lifting his bowl to his lips to suck down the last of the sugary milk. "Maybe you can get the phone number of Spangler's for me?" "Don't you think you should let the police in on this?" "Of course, but it doesn't hurt to do a little investigation on our own." "I suppose. I'll phone you from the store." "You work for a store?" Luke inquires. "More than work," Zach fills him in. "I'm part owners with two guys I know." "Cool. You think you can get me a job?" Gary states, "I think before we think about employment, we should tie up the loose ends with the investigation. You first need to see a doctor and..." "Oh no. I told ja. I ain't going to no hospital." "Well," Gary reasons, "I suppose we'll have to bring the hospital to you. Excuse me for a moment. I'll need to make some calls." Leaving them, Gary heading for the telephone. "Do ya think you can get me a job too?" Zach smiles, saying, "I think we need to get you enrolled in school. What grade might you be in, Seth?" "I dunno. Second grade, I think." "Nine years old, I would think you're Diego's age. He's in fourth grade." "Who's Diego?" "A nice kid, your age that lives in the neighborhood." "Cool! Do ya think he wants to be my friend?" Smiling, Zach was sure that Diego would like to get to know Seth. "Maybe. Would you like to meet him?" "Yup. Now?" "Well, let's wait til my Uncle Gary gets back. See what he has to say." Luke butts in with, "I'm a good worker, too. Had myself a job back in Texas, slinging burgers." "Fast food?" "Nah. It was kinda a slow joint, but I worked as fast as I could." Zach laughed. "What?" "No, I wasn't laughing at you, Luke." "Damn!" Luke yelped. When Zach touched Luke's arm, he felt a million little hot needles surge through his body. After the fact of exposing his feelings, he shrank back, offering apologies. "Nothin'. Sorry `bout that." "What?" "Um, saying a curse in front of Seth here." Both had more manners than they had been willing to confess. Seth had cleared away his dish, spoon and milk glass, taking them from the small dinette, into the kitchen. "What's this?" Gary had returned, walking by way of the kitchen. "Cleanin' up after myself. Nobody gonna do it for me, so I gotta do it myself!" Seth masqueraded the drugery with cheerfullness. "Well that's very nice of you, Seth." "Thanks.. um, can I call you Uncle Gary, too, Uncle Gary?" "Well.. er... sure," he replied, picking up a kitchen towel, as if he helped Mike. "Uncle Gary?" "Yes, Seth?" "When can I meet Diego?" "Diego?" "Yeah. Zach says this boy is my age and we could be friends." "Hmm... didn't think about it, but might be a good idea." What tuned in to Gary's thoughts, is also a place where Seth might be welcomed, as far as housing was concerned. He folded the dish towel in half lengthwise and placed it over a wire rack. "Let me check that out. Be right back." Before Seth could say anything, Gary had vamoosed. % 13 Continued.... Copyright 2006 T. Chase McPhee This story may not be sold or made part of any collection without prior written permission.