Date: Thu, 16 Nov 2006 14:36:25 -0800 (PST)
From: T. Chase McPhee <survivalgame@yahoo.com>
Subject: NATURE COUNTRY 31

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, countries, nor governmental
areas, 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. Remember guys, this is fiction.
In real life, use protection.

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NATURE COUNTRY 31
wriTten by T. Chase McPhee

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"So, what was all the excitement last night?"

It was tough keeping their mind on details, Chad and
Matty sitting there at the breakfast table, as Marco
served them each up a cup of coffee.

"First, I'd like to thank you for making this
breakfast for us."

"Oh, it was nothing. I'm used to making up twice this
much food for my brothers and father."

"What about your Aunt Cordelia?"

"Aunt Cecilia?"

Matty gives a quickie apology for messing up.

"I thought she attended to your family after your
mother passed on?"

The seventeen year old didn't let their interrogation
throw him a downer.

"She wasn't always pampering us. In fact, as she got
on in the years, we saw less and less of her."

When Marco poured Chad's coffee, he wished he could
see more. Though it was very satisfying, to say the
least, looking upon the seventeen year old, in his
one-size-too-large boxer shorts, sagging, the faint
wisps of pubic hair, the first stages of  a hot,
dark-haired treasure trail aiming for his navel, right
in front of him. On Matty's side of the table, the
opinion wasn't much different, looking up when Marco
scratched his head, taking on the dark pit hair, a
little on the scant side. Other than that, their gazes
turned up tight, smooth pecs, with small, dime-sized
nips.

"These eggs are great," Matty complimented.

"I've never had.. what's this called again?"

"Polenta. One of Aunt Cecilia's tricks. Filling and
cheap!" Marco replied.

"Oooooh maaaaaan!" Chad stretched, his robe parting
over his chest, "I could get soooo used to this!"

"Me too," Matty replied. "I'm half-starved with your
cooking," pertaining to Chad's meal prep.

"What's wrong with my cooking?"

Acting adamant, they both knew Chad joked and showed
it by laughing their asses off.

"I maybe could stay for awhile, to help you out?"

"What about your family?"

"Oh, they will be okay. My other brothers know how to
cook."

Chad and Matty mulled over the idea, silently to each
other. Marco had high hopes. He even added more
enticing ideas, to enhance their consideration.

"I have three more weeks of school, then I graduate. I
could be your cook for the summer. I will keep
everything clean. The vacuum cleaner is my best
buddy!"

The two lovers giggled. But, Marco wasn't done with
his sales pitch.

"I wash cars, do laundry, gardening, mow lawn. I even
plant garden. We eat out of it all summer. What do you
say?"

"I'm sold!" Chad chimed out.

Matty had no problem with it.

"I only have two things I want to say."

"After all that," Matty asks, "what other benefits do
we get?"

"Not a benefit. Now for me. I tell my father I am gay.
When I do, he will kick me out. I will need a place to
stay. I can earn my keep?"

Chad and Matty smelled a `rat', but a friendly rat!
The two, coy to the buildup, still felt the deal
enticing.

"Okay," Chad, more the alpha male of the partnership,
stated, "but we don't expect you do accomplish all of
those duties, plus pull your weight at the market full
time."

"I can. I will. You'll see."

Before they even said `yes', it seems Marco had
cinched the deal!

%


"What was it like running away, Mark?"

Philip and Aidan set about with their interrogation,
soon to be interrupted.

"Hi guys!"

Without invitation, the screen door swinging shut,
with a bang, Diego led Seth into the dining room.

"Just in time for breakfast!" one of the older boys,
Tom says to the two, meant to accuse.

"Whatcha got? Ummmm," Seth, upon seeing the plate full
of sausage links, asks, licking his lips, rubbing his
stomach, eyes as wide as saucers.

"Two more plates coming right up!" Max says, as he
retreats to the kitchen.

"So, I heared you run away last night," Seth addresses
Mark.

"I'm not talking about it."

"Betcha it were nothin' like me when I did it," Seth
replied, with enthusiasm.

"I wasn't gone long enough to eat out of the garbage
can!" Mark tells him.

"Don't make fun of him," Aidan steps in, to defend,
"Seth did what he had to do to keep from starving."

None of them made further comment and the discussion
of running away dissapated.

"So, watcha doing after church today?"

"Our dads," Philip presents, "have to stop at the
lumber store."

"Hey, maybe we can go too?" Diego asks.

"What for? You're not building anything," Aidan says.

"Maybe we can get our dads to build something!"

Eric states, "You don't build something for nothing,
stoopid!"

"I'm not stupid," Diego tells them, stabbing a piece
of sausage.

"Yeah," Philip adds in, "and Seth is smarter than all
of ya's put together!"

"He doesn't even talk right," Tom says, coming to
Eric's defense.

"Doesn't mean a guy is an idiot," Aidan tells them.

Seth has learned by now, with kids in school already
telling him he talks like a hillbilly, that it's
people, making comments like this are really stupid
themselves!

"Oh yeah? How much is 5, 787, divided by 45?"

After a few seconds, Seth drawing in the air, replies,
"128 point 6."

"Is he right, Eric?" Aidan asks.

"I dunno. I'd have to figure it out on a calculator."

"Proves Seth is lots smarter than you!" Philip
replies.

Seth sticks his tongue out at Eric. Eric returns the
gesture.

"I've got one. What is the capital of Hawaii?"

"Honeylulu."

The older boys all laugh out loud.

Simmering with the after effects, Denis replies, "Not
`honey', like smooching with your guy, `honna'lulu!"

His reference causes a load of smooching sounds,
turning to each other, with the mimic of kissing. When
Denis turns to Mark, it's doesn't have the desired
effect. Mark takes off and runs from the table.

"Oh shit!" Denis comments, throwing his fork down onto
his plate.

"Ooooooooh," Diego criticises, "you cursed!"

Getting up, Denis replies, angry, "You want to hear
cursing? Fuck - shit - double fuck!"

"Whoooa whooooa! What's going on here?" Max comes out
of the kitchen.

Tom reports, "Mark got mad and ran away..."

"Ran away?" Max replies, upset.

"Chill, Max. To his room?"

"Oh, that's better."

"Not really. Denis then had a tissy-fit, said shit and
fuck, then ran too."

"Where?"

"Same place," Eric helped out.

"Yeah," Aidan adds, "we heard their bedroom door slam
two times."

"Our dads told Denis and Mark they can't run away from
problems. They gotta
be faced with them."

Max got the gist of Philip's wise adage.

"Yeah, okay. Listen, you all finish eating, then clean
up."

"That's `your' job!" Eric badgers Max.

"Oh yeah, well it's your job today, if you don't want
me telling your dads about this discussion when they
get home from church?"

"That's bribery!"

"Yeah, so?"

They didn't like it, but Max knew he'd gotten away
with it. As for the squirts, they didn't mind dish
duty, with Max getting even with the older guys.

With a knock on their bungalow door, Max poked his
head in, "Everything cool in here?"

Denis and Mark sat on the edge of the bed. He picked
up on some signs of the `cool' atmosphere, wrinkled
shirts and messed up hair.

"We're okay," Mark replied.

"Okay. Just checking. Bye!"

After closing the bedroom door, Max could only
speculate on what activity occured within.

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"Ugh! What tha?"

An ugly awaking, Michael's arm slapped Kevin right
over the bridge of the nose, lying on his face. As if
picking up seaweed, he displaced it. Another shock
grabbed him. He lay in bed with Michael Byrd. Shock
number three, he looked down his beefy body, over the
close cropping of chest hair, his eyes following the
tight belly trail. His hand, over his pubes revealed
the rest.

"I'm naked!"

Picking up his hand, he looked at it. Dried cum flaked
off. He looked to Michael, sleeping. Sitting up, his
eyes shot down to his pubic region. As with the light
snore, his bed-partner's cock lay sleeping on the bed
of rather endowed orbs. Like his pubes, he saw the
same flaky crusts. Sketchy visions danced in his head.


"I... I did suck his cock....lick his balls...."

Sticking his finger in mouth, he found a few strands
of hair.

"Ewe! I wonder if they are from his..."

Kevin looked down once more upon Michael's pubes, then
travels up, to the hair swirling around his navel, the
rather wide trail, covering most of his stomach, then
the patch, mid-chest, the little wisps around the
thirty-one year old's nips. Stirring, he turned over,
revealing a rather hairy asscrack.

"Oh Gaud... I hope not!"

Thinking about it, his tongue on that hairy ass
crevice, repulsed him. As quickly as Michael turned,
he fell back, his eyes flickering open. He smiled.

"Good morning," Kevin stated, pure and simple.

"Good.... oooooooh my head!"

As if squeezing his head together would solve the
hangover, Michael's hands reported automatically to
each side.

"Um, we had sex last night."

"Yeah. Probably the only good thing I remember."

"I think I sucked your cock."

"I know for sure I sucked yours!"

Michael giggled when Kevin looked down, felt up the
crusty, dried slime.

"I don't even remember."

"Oh, believe me. You left your mark."

Kevin wasn't getting it, showing it on his face.

"Oh man, how could you forget that hot fuck you gave
me last night."

"Me? Fuck you, Michael?"

"Yeah, as recall, I was saying something about you
claiming my ass, you picked up on it and never stopped
as you kept jabbing me with your shaft."

"Claiming? Your ass?"

"Shit!"

"What?"

"Don't tell me it was your first fuck?"

"More than that. More like my first `everything'."

"Cool!" Michael said, as if a teen.

"You act as if you're an old ham at it."

"Been there done that. Yeah, have fucked, been fucked,
sucked cock, balls, rimmed ass. Even did some guys
feet once."

Kevin wrinkled up his nose.

"I catch your drift. Wasn't a sexual turn on for me,
either. Ooooh boy. Feel like my head is a hundred
pound weight."

"Wait! What's that?" Kevin asks, his palm three inches
above Michael's chest.

Alert, both listened again.

"Oh that. Christian and his sidekick probably getting
started on the morning breakfast. Not many will show
at first, but when church lets out, all hell breaks
loose, pardon the pun. I better get up
and..........ooooooh my poor head!"

Lying back down, Kevin puts his hands behind his head,
flaunting his hairy pits. He ponders.

"Something the matter?"

"No. I'm just trying to remember the course of events
from last night. Like how I got naked."

"Oh, sorry."

"About what?"

Michael picks up Kevin's shirt from off the floor.

"Oh shit! What happened to my lucky shirt I got at the
rodeo?"

"I'd say it's luck ran out! Hee hee.. I was in such a
heat to get your shirt off, to get at that...."

As with last night, Michael scans the twenty-eight
year old's bod.

"I'm listening."

Instead of verbally replying, Michael leans over,
licking over his left nip.

"Ooooh...don't do that!"

Kevin feels up his own nip.

"Man, it's sore."

"Yeah and last night you were loving me teasing both
of them with my teeth..."

He feels up both his nips, wincing.

"You begged me to get rougher with them."

"No way. Me? I hate pain."

"Yeah, well you could've fooled me last night. When I
sucked on each of your balls, I pulled away from your
body. Know what your reaction was?"

"I screamed?"

"Actually you moaned with utter pleasure, but I was
talking about your cock leaking."

"My cock leaking?"

"Yeah. I had to clean it with my tongue consistently.
Man, you were sure having a hot time with me licking
and sucking your cock and balls, licking, sucking and
biting your nips and forget it when I rimmed your
ass!"

Eyes white as saucers, Kevin did an inverted pushup,
arching his back, his hand moving under his ass.

"You didn't..."

"Fuck you? Nah, but I totally enjoyed yours up mine!"

His arm over his face, eyes squinted shut, it almost
seemed like Kevin had the hangover, not Michael.

"You can't tell me you didn't enjoy it?"

"I was drunk!"

Michael put his hand on Kevin's pubes, scraping at the
remnants. He peeked out, lifting his arm.

"And I suppose we both masturbated?"

"The second time, yes and oh man did you taste good!"

"This is all so overwhelming." Then something Michael
mentioned, stirs Kevin up. "What do you mean by my
second time?"

"First load..." Michael feels up his own pasty pubes,
"you pulled out and shot right here. Yep. We've got a
mixture of you and me here."

"Your first time?"

"And second. I took your load, but you weren't exactly
enthused about drinking my protein."

"My first time."

"Oh. Next time maybe you will....."

He looked down on Kevin.

"That is, if there is a next time?"

"I don't know. I should be going."

"I thought you don't work on Sunday's."

"Oh yeah. I forgot."

"How about a shower though?"

"Yeah. Sure."

Another first, Michael started up the jets of water,
checking it for a warm mix. He got in first.
"Coming?"

"In there with you?"

"Why? Am I `that' repulsive?"

Waiting another few seconds, Michael gave in.

"Never mind. I'll be right out, then you can take
yours."

Only one thing changed Kevin's mind. His busy hand!

%

"Y'know Chris, I'm glad we didn't go out last night."

"Me too. It's kind of nice hanging out at home and
messing around."

"Did you like the DVD?"

"I don't think I paid much attention."

As they worked in the kitchen, at Birdy's Cafe, it's
as if the two worked side-by-side forever.

"I was thinking of something, Chris."

"Let me guess. The blowjob you gave me?"

"No. You're cock up my ass, dimwit! No, I was thinking
of quitting my job at Uncle Seb's and working here
full time, besides going to WRCC."

"He probably wouldn't like it."

"He wouldn't mind. Uncle Seb knows I can't work for
him forever, being someday I'll most likely be getting
involved in music, on a full-time basis."

"What will happen when he retires? Who will take his
business?"

"Clothing is not my thing. I have my heart set on a
musical career."

"A famous composer for the movies?"

"Could be. I still have a year and then some, to make
up my mind. Plus, the choirmaster job at church. You
should be getting your degree soon, right?"

"I'm not sure. I have to count up the credits again.
I've had to skip a few semesters, as a result of my
financial position."

"That's rotten."

"Yeah, but it's also the facts of life. But now that
I'm employed, hopefully I can take some courses at
night and get back on track. I've already done some
inquiries."

"And what did you find out?"

Using the wooden spoon as a baton, Christian spells
out his intentions.

"First of all, I found out about Degaugue's..."

" The cooking school?"

"Right. I can get credits by taking a course of
studies there, only..."

"Only what?"

This is where a downer hit the conversation.

"Problem is, I have to go full time. No can do, so
I'll have to think of something else."

"But you can do it, Chris, if you let me help?"

"No way. I'm not taking charity from your Uncle Seb."

"It wouldn't be charity. I have a sum, a bequeath from
my parents. Wouldn't you rather pay back with no
interest?"

"You've got a point there, but still there's the fact
of Michael needing me to work around here and that
means fulltime."

"Somebody mention my name?"

Both wished Michael a good morning. On account of the
two guys, in their early twenties, being the
earlybirds, they realize the guy standing next to
Michael, had to be a sleepover guest. Christian
coughs, as if clearing his throat.

"Oh yeah. This is Kevin Spangler. Got any coffee?"

Michael quickly evaded a certain subject.

"At least you two have something in common."

Christian, who has seen Michael's bedroom, noticed
things, comments.

"Something in common?"

"Yeah. Kevin went to WRCC, too?"

"Oh, this isn't mine," Kevin states.

The whereabouts of Kevin's shirt remained a mystery.

"Christian makes the best coffee. One of the reasons I
keep him on here!"

Of course, Michael joked, but Christian and Justin
exchanged glances, with other subject matter on their
minds.

%

"How are things on the homefront?"

Walking to the door, Max reported everything `cool',
not giving away any of the confrontations.

"Oh, they're all little angels!"

"I kind of doubt that. Now, can we hear the truth,
Max?"

Barry and Steve stand, arms crossed in front of
themselves, waiting for Max to square with them.

"Well, to start off, we had our morning visit by the
two starvings urchins."

The dads smiled.

"And oh, you've got to do something about the
backdoor. It's starting to get on my nerves, plus it's
not doing a bit of good, everytime I bake something."

"We'll look into it. Next?"

Max couldn't shake them loose from the trail.

"There was a little thing about Mark and Eric, but
it's cool between them. I checked."

Anything else happening didn't really matter. Their
immediate concern, had been the followup to
yesterday's runaway incident. After checking all
outlets, bedrooms, backyard, den, all boys accounted
for, Steve and Barry headed to their own private
bungalow, to ditch their jackets, shirts, ties.

"Oh, I forgot. We need to pick up the list of lumber
needs Berk gave us."

"He's making good progress on the barn," Steve
reports.

"I haven't had much time to check things out, with the
long hours I've been keeing at school."

"Are you regretting taking on the principal's
position?"

"Not in the least Steve. It's been a whole new world
for me and such a great challenge."

"I know," he aproaches Barry from the rear, putting
arms around him, rubbing his hands up and down his
honey bear's stomach and chest. "Nobody could be more
proud of you, than me."

"It's worth putting in the extra hours."

"Well, tonight I'm going to give you an expert sucking
and licking!"

"Steve, you give me that and more every night."

"How about I start now?"

Quickly steering his body around his mate's, Steve
begins licking Barry's hairy chest, singling out his
left nip.

"Oooooooooooh fuck yeah! I'm loving it Steve, but...."

"I know. We have to go to the lumber yard."

"Yeah, but thanks for the sampling!"

"Oh shoot!"

"What's wrong now?"

"I forgot to mention to Max about Caleb and his
daddies coming over for dinner."

"It isn't until next Sunday."

"I know, but I'll never remember to tell him, if I
don't do it now."

"They're such nice guys."

"I agree."

Steve adds, "Why don't we invite Alonzo and Callan
over, so they can all get to meet each other?"

"Y'know Steve, once in awhile you come up with a good
one."

"Hmmm... like every night?"

"Yeah okay. I give you the benefit of the doubt."

They engage in a sweet kiss, but are interrupted by
the sounds of distant voices.

"Dad... yo dads," the shouting changes to an inclusive
number, two.

"Chad and Matty," Steve and Barry announce to each
other.

Having disrobed, the two quickly assemble attire for
the trip to the lumber store. Arriving to the front
room, they find it devoid of human life, until Max
enters.

"Didn't I just hear Chad and Matty's voices?" Barry
inquires.

"Yeah. They came in. Aidan and Philip grabbed hold of
them and dragged them off to their room."

"Models," Steve sums up.

"I hope Philip got the head on straight!"

"By the way," Max cuts in, "I wanted to remind you,
next weekend I'll be on cooking duty for the church
campout?"

"Is it next weekend already?" Barry questions Max.

"Yep. Saturday morning through Sunday afternoon.
Believe you me, I'm going to be too pooped to pop!"

Max's reaction to having to spoon up, in order, lunch,
dinner, breakfast and lunch, to twenty-five to thirty
young teen boys, makes it sound like fifty.

"They're not going to let you fend for yourself, are
they?"

"No. Um, Terence's cute boyfriend will be there to
help, plus..."

"He sure is," Steve throws in, getting a nudge from
Barry. "Well, you think he's cute, don't you?"

Barry assesses, "Sure, if you look beyond the wart on
his nose!"

"He doesn't have a.... oh... you got me!"

"Um, I've got to start on dinner."

"Why so early?" Steve questions Max.

"I'm working on a project for class, `simplified
meals', and need to `experiment'?"

"Ooooh boy," Steve rolls his eyes, "just don't make it
chili?"

"Okay, I admit, the chili turned out a little on the
hot side."

"A little, Max? I almost had Steve dial the fire
department!"

They could still hear Max's laughing in the distance,
as he departed for the kitchen. Barry and Steve
heading for the squirts' room.

"Look's as if we'll have to give Caleb's daddies a
raincheck."

"Or we could invest in a Joy of Cooking and try
cooking ourselves, Steve."

"Or we could invest in a Joy of Gay Sex and try
cooking ourselves?"

Barry rolled his eyes, but kept the thought in mind
for Christmas tyme!

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Copyright 2006 T. Chase McPhee
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