Date: Mon, 11 Sep 2006 09:18:31 -0700 (PDT)
From: T. Chase McPhee <survivalgame@yahoo.com>
Subject: Nature Country 24

The story below is a work of fiction, set in the
format of reality. Any resemblances to real people,
alive or in the hereafter, is entirely coincidental in
nature. It is not meant to accurately reflect upon
persons, in towns, cities, nor governmental areas,
which the story is stages. If a sexual scene involving
male-to-male relationships offences 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.

"Nature Country" 24
wriTten by T. Chase McPhee

%

After the Friday night disco at Mr. Pink's, Justin and
Christian called it a night, at 4:00 am. When they
left the gay club, guys still bopped on the dance
floor. Not many, maybe eight or nine, three couples
and what seemed to be a trio of guys. By 4:10, they
sat in Christian's car.

"Um, I don't think I can drive."

"Don't..*hic*.. look at me!" Justin told him.

"This was great night you and me had!"

Both had the cheeriest looks on their drunken faces.
Right then and there, both hopped over the seat,
Christian warning, "Watch out for the socks!"

However, Justin was too smashed to notice Christian's
socks that had been rotting away for weeks, waiting
for him to get to the laundry, along with briefs and
some other articles of clothing. It didn't bother him.


"I guess if it doesn't both you, it won't bother me!"

As Christian hopped over the seat, he fell right on
top of Justin's back. He had already passed out. Lying
there, Christian had a bit of life left in him and
immediately sensed his cock firming into a hard shape.
 He also felt mighty horny.

"You awake, Justin?"

He tried waking up the twenty year old, but to no
avail. Smiling, he turned Justin's head so it was just
right and kissed him. Nothing happened.

"Hmm... it worked for Snow White!"

So, now growing weary, plus not getting a reaction
back, Christian made Justin his pillow and fell
asleep.

%

"Matty?... Oh, Matty..."

Gazing over the front of his lover's body, he watched
as Matty tried swatting his hand away from his chest,
each time Chad lightly placed his hand over, tickling
his chest fur. About the third time, Chad let his
index finger touch the tip of his nip. For the third
time, Matty tried shooing him away.

"Haa ha ha ha.." Chad laughed.

"Not funny," Matty finally caught on, waking up.

Picking up his pillow, Matty hugged it, turned over
and fell back to sleep.

"Mommy's not gonna like it if we're late for
breakfast!"

Still needing further convincing, Chad thought of an
ingenious plan. Moving closer, shoving his hips
forwards, he slapped his mostly soft cock up against
his ass crevice. His horny nature had carried over
into the morning hours.

"Leave me a-mmmmmmm....."

Chad said to himself, `Never get enough!'

As he sweetly kissed away at his lover's neck, his
hand played with himself, lodged between his hairy
pubes Matty's ass crevice.

"Do it!"

Acussing Matty of his own thoughts, he said,
"Whatsamatter? Can't get enough?"

Pressing his ass back, gave Chad indication of his
preferences.

Even though he had last night's ass juices dried up
his barrel, it took Chad only a couple of strokes, to
make a couple of drops of precum exit the slit. Soon
he had readied himself to make an entrance. As he
pressed his cock against Matty's hole, his lover fell
forward, face into the pillow he hugged.

Matty moaned, almost inaudibly, "Yeeeeah... do me
Preppy!"

However, Chad didn't like Matty laying there on his
belly. It was too awkward keeping his cock implanted.

"Come on... up you go!"

He got some whining, but then again, Chad's come learn
Matty's faults. It made all the difference, with not
only putting up with the attitude, but grabbing onto
his torso, hauling his ass up, steadying his partner,
then performing the reentry. Unlike last night's hot
fuck frenzy. This morning it remained subdued, rather
quiet. That is, until Chad let loose his torrent of
cum. Spent, sweaty, he pulled his soft shaft out and
fell onto the bed.

"What about me?"

Opening one eye, Chad looked at his pathetic lover,
the puppy dog eyes capturing his pity, as if left
alone with nobody to play with.

"You know, you're pathetic, Matty."

As Matty lay there on his side, Chad reached over and
began stroking him. Closing his eyes, squinting at the
touch, Matty groaned. It's then that Chad got a
devilish idea. `It's been a long time', he told
himself. Without warning, nor time to show the
provocation, Chad jumps up.

"What're you doing....ooooooooooh shit!"

Getting rough, but in a very nice way, Matty winds up
plastered to the bed. Chad's head slowly sinks down,
taking in Matty's 8.5c. He chokes when the tip gets
close to his throat.  Matty giggles.

"Sure. Laugh. Last time I'll think of doing this."

"Noooooooooooo... I'm sorry... I'm sorry I laughed,
okay?"

Chad smiled. Matty was playing his game. Looking into
his dark brown eyes, Chad stared the whole time he
lowered his head. This time, he cupped his lips,
moving up and down.

"Hey, Chad?"

Popping off, he knew this question was on the serious
side, nixing the `Preppy' nickname.

"What?"

"Um, being that I'm kind of really horny... do you
think... I could.. fuck you?"

"Is that all?"

Matty signified by nodding yes quickly, smiling.

"Of course. How do you want me?"

"Here. Lie down."

Paving the way for his lover's bod, Matty rose up.

As readied, getting himself in place, placing Chad's
legs up on his shoulders, he commented, "Thanks so
much."

"No problem."

"I don't know why I'm so horny... I..."

"Blame it on Christian."

Shocked that Chad would mention his name, what in this
special moment, Matty let Chad's legs drop to his
sides, cascading over his shoulders.

"Christian? What the fuck you mean by that?"

Pursing his lips in an `o', Chad knew he hit a nerve.

"Nothing."

"Nothing?" Matty questioned, rather perturbed.

"Yeah. It was a cheap shot. I apologize."

Slowly, Matty caved in, mentally and physically. His
bold appearance became reduced to slacking shoulders,
brooding look. Veering to the side, he fell on his
back, next to Chad.

"Oh shit," Chad said, mad at himself.

Also taking pity on Matty, for the fact his hard shaft
had been reduced to rubble, Chad felt awful. He turned
on his side, propping himself up on his elbow.

"Look what I went and did?"

He tried to revitalize Matty's wilting cock, but it
was to no avail.

"You have every right to be mad at me."

"Mad at me? I'm the one who insulted you!"

"Yeah, but... while I was fucking you, I had these
like memory flashes of today in the jon."

"Oh."

His hand retreated from it's soft massage.

"I'm sorry."

Lying there, Chad grins.

"I'm not."

"You're not? Why not? You should be. Here I am
plugging your hole, in one of the rare moments when
I'm as horny as hell to fuck you, Chad, you allowing
me and I'm thinking of another guy?"

"Yeah. Well, I could be mad at you, but... you're a
man. A gay man. We think of other men."

"Oh? And who do you think of when you fuck me?"

Chad didn't take it like Matty, a cheap shot. He used
the opportunity to reinforce what he already had.

"Who?"

Lying back, he placed his hands behind his head,
flaunting his blond pits.

"I think of that time we first met, seeing you helping
us new guys in town get our gear stashed in your mom's
van. I think of how I checked you out." Then giggling,
Chad reminisced, "Man, I thought how terrible a sin it
would be if you weren't gay!"

"That's pretty cool. It's not how I thought of you,
but I wish I had."

Lying down, losing his pouty edge, Matty cuddled up
with his lover. He rubbed his hand on the cum-crusted
trail down his loverman's abs. He thinks back to last
night, doing a sit up and shooting his hot load on
Chad's stomach.

"We've never talked about that."

"I know."

"So. What had you been thinking?"

"I wondered what lay under your shirt."

"Only my shirt?"

"Yeah, okay. I picked up on the slight bulge. My
curiosity kicked in. I had the desire to know how big
your crotch could get."

"Typical faggot!"

"Me? You had to be horny, too!"

Laying there, Chad held it in, until Matty started
tickling his armpits, torture for him.

"Alright... alright... I give already!"

Backing off, Matty waited for him to calm down, catch
his breath.

"So?"

"Yeah. Okay. I confess. From the moment I saw you, my
eyes wanted to undress you."

"Now we're getting someplace. So, what was the first
thing that turned you on about me?"

"When you loosened your tie."

"My tie?"

"Yeah. Right away I picked up on this line of hair,"
Chad fingered along Matty's neck, the coils of chest
hair that lapped at his neck.

"Stop that! You're going to make me hard."

"Make you?"

As Matty continued the badgering, Chad interjecting
thought here and there, he slowly scooted down the
bed. Soon he face Matty, his hands on his lover's
knees.

"That's okay. You don't have to, Preppy."

At least he knew he was back in the good graces of his
lover!

"I know I don't have to. I want to."

Mostly, Matty stroked himself, allowing Chad to lick
his pubes, suck on his orbs or take an occasional
cock-lick, but he really was horned up and needed to
express himself. As he began to spell release, Chad
bent low and poised his mouth over the tip of his
sexshooter.

"Oh man... oh man...oh fuck man!"

Arching his back, Chad's torso drove his cock deeper
into Chad's mouth. He had to sit up, to watch this,
his blond lover pressing forwards, his throat trying
to accomodate the load. Seven or eight torso-pumps and
Matty was spent.

"Oh man.. oh man... oh man am I glad we found each
other!"

Chad couldn't put it any better.

%

"Hello? I'm looking for," Callan adjusted the paper
Maria had written on, "Dr. Ron DiPiero?"

The head professor the history department at WRCC,
looks up, taken aback by the hot, Irish, blond
bombshell.

"And what can I do for you?" Maury Passat asks sexily.

Smiling, Callan replies.

"My friend, Dr. Maria Scalia, gave me his name to..."

"I know Dr. Scalia."

"You do?"

"Hee hee.. yeah. She's my aunt. She told me you would
be heading over here."

Callan dropped the intimidation, breathing normally,
as Maury offered his paw.

"Whew! Pardon me for saying it, but you can be quite
a.... a... a serious guy, Mr. Passat."

"My friends call me Maury."

He took it they are friends now!

"So, you're here to see Ronnie, are you?"

"Dr. DiPero, yes."

"He's around, but I want to give you a tip, Callan."

"Sure. I need all the help I can get."

"If Ronnie rubs you the wrong way, gives you any
problems, um... doesn't give you an A+, you come see
me."

"Why? Is he a grumpy old man or something?"

Maury laughed his ass off.

"He can pompous, wanting to make people know `who' he
is. `Sgot a big ego, but you come see me and I'll fix
that. You hear me?"

"Sure, but one thing."

"What's that?"

"I'd like to earn that A+."

"Suit yourself."

Picking up the phone, Maury dials four digits,
smiling, as he waits for the dial tone.

Callan gulps, when he hears, "Ronnie I got somebody
for you to meet... I don't care if you have a hundred
papers to grade... get your ass over to my office and
now!"

Surprising, Callan wondered what that was about.

Out of his beastly manner, Maury transforms back to
his kitten image.

"Says he'll be right over. Coffee?"

"Yes, please."

For the first time, Callan sees Maury rise up out of
his swivel chair. He thought Maury to be tall, when he
half inclined his body, for the handshake.

"Whatsamatter?" He's asked, as Maury hands him a mug
of java.

"You're tall."

"Yeah. Got a little belly coming on too. My
boyfriend's been hassling me, so," he patst his
stomach, "I've started to workout at the gym."

"It's good to try to stay in shape."

"Hey, since you're going to be coming to school here,
I'll show you around. We can do the gym together."

To Callan, it sounded like a pickup. He wondered if
Maria told him anything about his personal life. He
thought it best to get it out in the open, thinking of
how to not sound so blunt.

"Um, I'll see if I can find the time. Got myself a
partner and two little boys at home. They take up a
lot of my free time."

"Two little boys?"

"Yes. One is actually the biological son of my
partner. The other we're waiting anyday now to adopt
him."

"Hmm... Now that's one thing I've never thought of."

"What? Adopting kids?"

"Of kids, period."

Shrugging his shoulders, Callan states, "You should
look into it. I think you would make a good role
model, being a college professor and all."

Maury wondered about his extracurricular activities,
but the introduction of the idea stirred his interest.
Before the subject could go the distance, in walks Dr.
DiPiero.

"Ronnie, this hear is my good friend Callan O'Reilly."

"O'Meara," Callan corrects him.

Maury's colleague giggles.

Maury clears his throat, saying, "Yeah. That's what I
meant to say. O'Meara."

They exchange handshakes. Callan thinks, for a nerd,
his hand seemed steady, manly.

"I pictured someone older, by Maria's... I mean Dr.
Scalia's description."

"Um, why don't you excuse us, Callan. Get out and see
the college grounds?"

"But I thought you said you would like to do that,
Maury?"

A second giggle filled the room.

"Tomorrow."

As Callan left, he wondered what the rush job was, to
get his personage out of there.

"So... you think it's funny, do you... `boy'?"

In it's infant stages, both men felt tingles in their
loins.

"Um, no sir."

Standing over the five foot, eleven inch tall
twenty-seven year old, Maury began to show his
authority, unlike his disposition in front of Callan.

Taking his blue, checked tie in his hand, Maury
fondled it, giving it a slight tug, as he directed,
"Lookee here Ronnie. I better get good reports from
Callan or you're going to be on my shitlist for a
long, long time."

Taking his tie out of Maury's hand, smoothing it over
his taut abs, Ron replies, "You give me what I want
and you'll get what you want."

Ron Di Piero didn't see it coming, hadn't the
foggiest, until Maury's fist plunged into his gut.

"Oooohhumppppffff!" He cried out, doubling over, as
the air evacuated him.

Maury reported back to his swivel chair, sitting down,
smiling.

"Really Ronnie, missing out at the gym? I thought you
had abs of steel?"

"I've... I've had a lot of papers to grade."

Placing a hand on the desk, he uprighted his body.

"Um, the hand."

"Sorry," he said, taking his hand off the desk.

"Your manners are slipping boy."

"Um. Sorry Sir."

"You got my desk dirty with your prints."

Ron goes to wipe it with it with a hanky.

"No. Lick it off!"

He hesitates.

Putting his arms behind his head, Maury flaunts his
rounded belly.

"The discipline is slippling, Ronnie."

"I know."

"What'd you say boy?"

Getting back into the `game', their past scenarios
coming back into focus, Maury provokes his subject.

"Um, yes sir. I'm needing retraining I think."

"You think?"

"Yes, sir. I need retraining."

Picking up his date planner, Maury suggests, "Why
don't we set up a workout session at my place for this
weekend?"

Unknowing to Maury, since he sits behind the desk, he
can't see the huge bulge in Ron's pants.

"But I'm supposed to..."

"Cancelled!"

"But..."

"You'll do as your told boy."

"Yes... sir."

"You will be at my place tonight at eight sharp."

"Yes, sir."

"And pack a toothbrush."

"Yes, sir."

"And before you go, I expect that utmost respect from
you towards Callan. None of this pompous shit. Got it
Ronnie?"

"I've got it."

After he leaves, Maury sits back, breathes a sigh of
relief. He wondered how he was going to entertain
himself, while Ricardo was away at a nurse's
convention. He had no worries over Connor and Jim.
Their senior year in high school and it being that
time of year, they spent more time at jock parties
than at home.

%

"Excuse me, but aren't you the principal?"

"Yes?" Barry looked up from writing out  a pink slip
for a student, wandering hall after the bell, without
a pass.

Dressed in only his gym shorts and tank top, the young
man stood there.

"Are you supposed to be in gym class?"

"Yeah, I'm supposed to be, but... I just had to get
out and..."

"Do you have a pass?"

The kid looked down at Barry's hand, already seeing
the `guilty pad' in his hand.

"No, I don't, but you've got to listen to me, okay?"

Barry sensed tenseness in the students voice. He
tucked the pink pad away for now.

"Why don't we go to my office?"

Entering the floor to glass main office, Barry leads
the student, obviously carrying a few extra pounds in
the door.

"Agnes, my office please.. pronto?"

This would not be the first time she heard Barry
augment a student's meeting with her presence. Often
when dire needs seemed to arise, even though he hadn't
heard the nature of the conversation to unfold, he
guarded his own integrity with another pair of ears.

"Have a seat young man."

Right away Agnes asks, "Aren't you Timmy Miller?"

"Tim."

"Oh yes. My have you have grown."

Sulking, the freshman says, "Yeah, that's the
problem."

Right away Barry detects, "Getting picked on because
of your weight?"

"How did you know?"

Suddenly, Tim's face looked aglow.

"Did you have the same problem, Mr. Barr?"

Agnes chuckled.

"Oh, I'm terribly sorry. I couldn't help myself."

Barry blushed a little.

"Um, no, but we are here about you Tim. Agnes, notes?"

"Oh yes."

Barry waited til Agnes opened up her steno pad, took
the cap off of her Bic, replaced it, making sure it
wouldn't fall off and smoothed out skirt over her
knee.

"Ready!"

"Thank you. Why don't you start at the beginning,
Tim?"

"Beginning? Like when I was a baby or before that?"

"Is that relevant to your predicament?"

"I've been fat since I was a baby."

"Why don't I ask the questions?"

"Okay. No problem Mr. Barr."

After the first ten minutes, Tim was a mess, pouring
his heart out about being teased, touched, and other
things done to him by his peers.

"Hold it a minute, Tim. Agnes, would you dial Mr.
Peres' office and have him join us. Stat!"

Of course, he had to wait for her to close her steno
pad and cap the ink point of her Bic.

"Do you think you can do anything for me, Mr. Barr?"

"I'm going to try, but first we need to go through the
proper channels."

"Last week in gym..."

"Wait a minute there, Tim. I don't want you to speak
without this being documented."

"Documented? You mean you're writing everything down I
say?"

"Some."

"You can't do that."

"Why not?"

"Shit, Mr. Barr. If the guys find out that I ratted on
them...."

"Tim, you are not ratting on anybody. You are not only
speaking up for yourself, but who knows who else is
being given a hard time, for whatever reason, by these
or any other guys. Catch my meaning?"

"Yeah. I never thought of it like that. Wow! I could
become a martyr!"

"Well, we're hoping it doesn't come to that, Tim. Mr.
Peres, come in."

"I haven't gotten around to introducing you, Mr.
Barr," Peres used the professional title, "but this is
Mr. Kashinski. He will be joining our staff at the
elementary level."

"Welcome Mr. Kashinski."

"Gregor," he offered, with a Russian twang.

Barry, happy for the fact he stood behind his desk,
gave the tall, Russian flavored, blond haired, blue
eyed counselor, the once over.

"Have a seat, wouldn't you?"

"Thank you."

>From here on in, Barry figured it was going to be a
tough interview!

%

"So, this is where you work?"

"My office. Um, excuse me a minute Nolan. I have to
open."

"I thought you opened the doors?"

"No. We get here an hour early, cashiers take out
their draws, we rev up the place, get it ready for the
customers. I'll be right back."

Zach's new boyfriend, his latest of three, in the past
year, not a good track record, looked around. He took
the liberty of flicking on a computer.

"Better not touch anything. Zach get's uptight at
people touching his things. By the way, have you seen
him?"

"He went to get the place going."

After Andy left, Nolan shook his hand, as if water had
accumlated on it, remarking, `Wow!' At the same time,
his cock twitched. Zach returned.

"Who's that guy?"

"What guy?"

"There was a guy here, looking for you."

"I wonder if it was Andy. What did he look like?"

For a short glance, Nolan had his stats indelible on
his mind.

"About five-ten, dark hair, nice build... he was tying
a white apron around him."

"That's Andy alright. Right now our deli-bakery guy.
Yesterday we lost our deli man, so he's taking up the
slack. Hey," Zach snapped his fingers, "I've got an
idea."

"What?"

"You're into food, going to cooking school. Ever think
of working in meats?"

`Actually, about five minutes ago!' Nolan thought, but
then resigned to, "No. I mean, not in retail."

"Oh. Okay."

"Why?"

"If you thought you needed a job, we could sure use
the help behind the deli counter. I mean, Andy would
be there, right by your side, to break you in."

The position seemed more inviting to Nolan, by the
minute. His loins spoke for him.

"Might be a good idea. I'm always running short of
cash."

"Cool, then you'll consider?"

Smiling, Nolan replies, "When do I start?"

"This morning? Right now would be super."

"Oh, but don't you have to check with your other
managers. Didn't you say you all had to agree on whom
to hire?"

"Hey, we're hard up for the help. This is an emergency
hiring, as I look at it."

Nolan was looking at it that same way, `hard up' and
an `emergency', as the fire in his crotch burned like
wildfire.

%

"This omelet is super delicious, mom!"

Chad's remarks, of course drove Bernice into being her
usual self, bubbled over with pride.

However, she passed up the accolades to her husband,
"You should be thanking the master chef!"

He did. As has been the protocol, since their recent
marriage, Alberto took his rightful seat at the table,
now master of the household.

"It twas nothing," Alberto said, giggling, with his
Peter Paige imitation.

"Are you sure he's not gay, mom?" Chad inquired.

"I hope not... I've got enough faggots running around
here, as it is!"

They all laughed her joke off. Until Chad got
something caught in his throat. Beginning as a little
cough, it soon erupted into a massive amount of
choking.

"Oh my Lord!" Bernice called out.

Sitting next to him, seeing Chad stand, she did what
she thought she's supposed to do when someone's
choking, slammed her hand against Chad's back. More
like a night at WWF, her arm drove over the edge of
the table, his stomach winding up in his omelette.

"Ooooh my! Look what I've gone and done!"

"Are you okay, Preppy?"

At least it stopped Chad from choking his lungs out.

"Are you alright, son?" Alberto asked, concerned,
first with Chad's wellbeing.

"I'm..."

As he righted himself, his shirt, soaked with his own
breakfast plate, took the platter right off the table.


"Sorry," Matty said, apologizing.

"Sure. Here I am chocking to death and your laughing
your ass off!"

It was kind of comical, now that the danger had
passed, to see Chad's omellette clinging to his
buttoned down shirt.

"My best Sunday shirt too!"

"Oh, we're just glad you're alright. C'mon, let's take
you upstairs and get you cleaned up."

Matty stepped in with, "Chad's a big boy. He can
unbutton his shirt all by himself."

However, the two left together, to go upstairs!

%

"Oooooh my head!"

Trying to do a pushup, to boost himself up from the
backseat, Justin realized there's dead weight holding
him down.

"Ugh... hey! Hey, Chris.. wake up!"

He reached behind himself, thinking he was touching
the small of Christian's back. During their four hour
nap, Christian had flipped over, his back to Justin's
back.

`Oh no!' he said to himself when he discovered he had
touched Christian's lower anatomy.

It didn't do much in the way to stimulate Christian,
except to decide to turn over. Except, instead of
turning towards the back seat of the car, he wound up
tumbling onto the floor.

`Ooooooh, relief!' Justin said to the pent up air in
the vehicle.

"What?"

"I thing you numbed my cock!"

As concerned as Justin had been, when he woke up,
Christian's head ached.

"Oh man! Why did you let me drink soooooo much!"

"I touched your cock by mistatke."

"Thanks for being honest. I was wondering if I was
dreaming or not."

Looking down, the foot to the floor, Justin smiles.
Christian smiles back.

"We had a good time, didn't we?"

"Yeah. I never danced so much in my whole life!"

"You call that dancing?"

"It was better than.... hey!"

"What?" Justin asks.

"This isn't `my' shirt!"

"Yeah. I know. We couldn't find yours, so we picked up
the one some guy left on a table."

"Not bad actually. Swapping a Nike for an
Abercrombie!"

The two laughed until their heads hurt.

"Y'know," Justin drew his finger around the A&F logo,
"for an older guy you're kind of cool!"

"Thanks."

He couldn't understand what came over him, a combo of
heart and crotch, as he pulled Justin down to his own
level, their stomachs slapping together like an ice
cream sandwich, only lots warmer.

%

2B continued...

Copyright 2006 T. Chase McPhee
This story may not be sold, nor made part of any
collection without prior written permission, by the
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