Date: Tue, 25 Apr 2006 16:24:26 -0700 (PDT)
From: T. Chase McPhee <survivalgame@yahoo.com>
Subject: Nature Country 06

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" 06
wriTten by T. Chase McPhee

%

"Um, Chad?"

A hand on his shoulder at first made him think a
customer had a question, but turning his disposition
made him tread back water.

"What?" Chad replied, checking off inventory.

"Look, I'm real sorry for acting like a total....
shithead."

That grabbed Chad's attention.

"I'll say," he didn't back down.

"Listen," Zach went on.

He took the inventory clipboard from Chad's hand,
causing the pencil to paint a line down the order
form.

"Chad, I'm going to go and get some professional
help."

"Oh?" Then, totally off subject, "By the way, nice
sweatshirt."

"Yeah, it's a little big."

"XXL?" Chad says, bending the little tab at the back,
outwards.

"So, I take a medium. It's the thought that counts."

"Oh?"

"Mr. Courson had been concerned enough to help me
extract my ass from the dairy case... gave me his
sweatshirt."

"I guess I kind of over-reacted some."

"No you didn't. I deserved that punch to the jaw fair
and square, Chad."

"Well, after I'd simmered down, I didn't feel so proud
of myself, Zach. Believe me."

"Still, I could understand the pressure I put on you
and I'm real sorry."

They shook hands.

Zach asks, "Now, can I have my job back?"

%

"Where's my daddy?" Diego asks Barry and Steve.

Coming to collect the kids, it did dawn on Barry and
Steve that the question might arise. So they decided
to tell the truth.

"Your Daddy-Callan had a little accident at the
hospital."

"Daddy-Callan? What happened?"

"Yeah, fill us in," the other two kids wanted to know,
too.

The two dads, Bernice, Philip and Aidan find out just
how much Callan has grown on the ten year old. At
first the silence, then the sniffles, then rain poured
down.

"Ooooooh, I'm sure your daddy is going to be alright,"
Bernice replied, gathering the ten year old up in her
smooshy bosom.

"In fact," Barry informed the young lad, "I bet you
can go see him tomorrow."

"Taco, too?"

"They don't allow dogs in the hospital, Diego," Aidan
informed his bud, "but we'll take care of Taco for
you."

"You will, Aidan?"

"Sure. If it's okay with my dads."

"That'll be fine," Steve answered.

"Thanks guys!"

Bernice cordially invites, "Now that you've had your
desserts, how about some dinner?"

"Oh, we're too full for dinner, Aunt Bernice!"

Aidan expressed his need not to put anything more in
his full belly. The other two had their fill of Zebra
Cake, as well.

"Thanks very much, but we have the other boys to think
about, as well and I'm sure Max has something planned
for dinner."

Bernice then goes to the phone, dials, waits for the
other end to pick up, which happens and negotiates.
Two minutes later she returns.

"Sounds kind of upbeat to me, coming back from the
cemetary, but Max says he wouldn't mind a night off,
if it's fine with you two."

Both dads shrug their shoulders, giving the okay.

Next thing they hear, is the call of the wild,
"Albeeeeeeeeeerto?"

"You don't have to scream, dear."

"Oh, sorry darlin'," Bernice remarks, seeing Alberto
standing directly next to her. "Can you rustle up some
burgers of something for the Clark-Barr clan?"

"I think I can manage something, dearest!" Alberto
replies in his overly-sweet manner, meant to be said
in front of others.

"Steve and I will go collect the other boys."

"Can I have a burger, too?" Philip asks.

"Yeah, me too," Diego says.

"Me three?" Aidan thirds it.

"I thought you boys had been filled to the gills with
Zebra Cake?" Bernice questions them.

Aidan speaks for all three, "By the time dinner's
ready we'll be all emptied out!"

"Hey, Aunt Bernice?"

"Yes, darlin'?" She acknowledges Diego.

"Can we play monopoly?"

"Cool idea," Philip congratulates his ten year old
buddy with a hand to his shoulder.

"Why surely. You know where it's kept."

"Aunt Bernice, you're the bestest!"

The other two agree with Philip, as they run off to
the den.

Walking back outdoors, through the iron arch, to their
own abode, Steve and Barry chat.

"Looks as though Max might be feeling some of that
burden lifted from his shoulders."

"Seems like it, Steve. After four months, maybe Max
can start to get his life back in order."

"I sure hope he can find another man or at least want
to."

"Right. From what Chad and Matty have said, even
though Terry had broken off their relationship, at the
time, Max wasn't ready to pursue another one."

"I didn't know that," Steve replies.

"In fact, Chad is the one who said the Max didn't want
anything to do with another man."

"Kind of being strict on himself. I mean, for a fact,
having you to hug, hold and do `other' stuff with...
well, to not have that... you know what I mean!"

Indeed Barry knew, putting his arm around Steve's
shoulder, cornering at the turn into the backyard of
their residence.

After breaking from their kiss, Steve says, "What
brought that on?"

"Nothing. Wanted to show my love for you. That's all."

"I can't believe that it's been a little over a year.
Seems like you've been in my life for ages, Barry."

"Right, which reminds me."

"What's that?"

"The Madrigal Dinner for this year."

"Are you putting that on again?"

"Last year's fundraiser was such a sellout that
parents want a reprise."

"Complete with Barry Manilow as king?"

"Hmm... Ritchie Manilow's last year."

"I know. He's a senior."

"His last year, Barry. Get while the getting's good."

"I hear ya Steve."

"Better get Agnes on the mic, Monday morning, get him
into your office. Have Ritchie dial his Uncle Barry
right there, on the spot."

Barry had to giggle at Steve's persistence.

"Oh, by the way Steve, how's the LGBT `little league'
going?"

"Good. Oh, by the way, look for some of the boys
knocking on your door Monday morning."

"Oh?"

"Yes. Seems that there's some homophobia going on in
the boys locker room."

"Oh? How come you can't tell me about it, Steve?"

"What? And deprive these boys out of standing up for
their own rights?"

"True. I get your point. I'll keep an eye out for
them."

"One of the reasons I'm telling you is that your
assistant `boss'..."

"Agnes?"

"You got it. She usually grills any kid that tries to
see you."

"Hmm, no wonder I don't see many students."

"Which might not be great socially."

"True. It's good that students come to me with
problems, even though there are guidance counselors,
the school psychologist and you teachers."

"Oh, you don't know how popular you've come, Barry."

"I think I do. I haven't had one kid yet, run the
other way when they saw me coming."

Steve laughed it up, as they entered the house.

"You're in a chipper mood, Max," Steve tells him.

Max walked around the kitchen, gathering ingredients,
whistling a happy tune.

"Whatcha doing there, Max?"

"Making some corn muffins. I called back, got Alberto
and offered to make a contribution."

"Nice of you. So," Barry continues, "how did you and
Matty make out at the cemetary."

"Make out? We didn't do anything like that," Max says.
"What makes you say something like that?"

Barry looks to Steve.

"I think what Barry is driving at, Max, is not `making
out', like in `kissin' stuff', but making out like in
general? How did you find everything? In order?"

"Um, yeah. We did fine."

"That's all I was wondering. Steve and I are going to
get freshened up. If you see any of the boys, clue
them in to our dinner plans, Max?"

"Sure. No problem."

%

"What do you think, Andy? Is Christian worth keeping
around here?"

"Um, sure."

Chad wondered about the cool reply.

He turned to Christian and asked, "So, Chris, does the
work interest you?"

"Beats driving all over creation peddling booze!"

Andy giggled, along with Chad, however, not getting a
definitive answer, he decided to put away his
questions for another day.

"Well, I'm going to be getting out of here. Zach is
still here if you have any problems and oh! Before I
forget. Birdy called for you. Here's his number,
Chris. You can use the phone in my office."

"Okay. Thanks, Chad. You don't know what he wants, do
you?"

"I'm not sure. Might be to go over what you're part
time responsibilities will be."

"I see."

"If you want, you can take off now, Chris."

"No, that wouldn't be necessary. Um, Andy invited me
out for a beer after we close."

"I see," Chad says, eyeing up Andy's reaction, which
he doesn't get, seeing the top of his head, as Andy
bends to move some cans around in a box.

"Don't wait too long, Chris. I think the cafe closes
at six on Saturday's. It's five now."

"I'll make the call now. Be right back, Andy."

"He might want to talk to you about staying at his
place. Remember he offered?"

"I know, but Andy offered me the extra bedroom at his
place."

"Oh? That's generous of you, Andy."

Chad began to have second thoughts about Andy being
straight, but then, as he headed back to his office to
get his coat, decided not to jump to conclusions.
Still, that doubt remained.

%

"Hey you two!"

"Huh?" Conner says, ready to doze off onto Jim's
shoulder.

"Huh? What?" Jim suddenly becomes alert, from a light
nap.

"Go home!" Maury yells at them.

"Why? You don't like us anymore?" Conner questions,
being silly.

"Maybe we better, before we get infected from his BO!"
Jim jokes.

"If I didn't have this tube stuck up my arm, I'd haul
off and let you have it, boy!"

Approaching the bed, Jim says, "You mean like when you
grabbed my ankle and almost made me fall and break my
balls?"

"Hee hee.. you're a poet and didn't know it!"

They both booed Maury's joke.

"All kidding aside. There's nothing you boys can do
for me here."

"Wanna bet?" Jim provokes.

Moving to the curtain he grabs the edge of it, pulling
it closed, separating Callan's portion of the room.

"Excuse me," Jim says to Alonzo, asking him to move
his chair slightly.

"What's he up to?" Maury asks Conner.

"Beats me."

Soon, Jim's plan unravels as he grabs the white sheet,
at the foot of the bed, crumbles it up in his fist and
gives a heave.

"What tha?" Maury shouts out.

"Shhhh," Jim says, putting his finger to his lips.
"You're gonna wake the guy next door."

"Oh? Is he sleeping?"

"Yeah. His partner stepped out for some coffee."

Conner states, "He probably knew we wanted some
privacy."

"Privacy? Oh, so you are keeping something from me,
Connor. Okay guys, what little devious act have you
cooked up for me?"

Connor began following Jim's lead, placing his hand on
Maury's fuzzy thigh and running his flat palm up,
under the hospital garment.

"Oooooooooh!" Maury sighed. "What are... you....
guys....ooooooh!"

Maury went from a rigid Pilate's stature, looking over
his body, neck bent, to flopping his head down into
his pillow, as he felt hands touch his balls.

"I'll take his stick. You take his balls," Jim
commented.

After making Maury hard as a rock, his monolith
standing up out of the canyon between his legs,
tenting his hospital skirt, Jim cued Connor into
taking on the stroking of Maury's shaft, while still
tumbling his orbs in his other hands. Jim saw the end
of the bow that held the garment in place behind
Maury's neck. Giving a gentle pull, it easily released
the bow. Not realizing what the hell was going on,
Maury just lay there, as Connor tantalized his grand
canyon.

"Oh, you're bad," Connor said to Jim, who shushed his
lover.

Reaching in, under the purple and pink posey garment,
Jim rubbed Maury's hairy chest, which produced more
sighing and moaning.

"Oh man, Jim. You've got him leaking!" Connor said,
holding up his hand with goo all over it.

"That ain't nothin'. Just wait!"

Ulterior motives had been Jim's objective from the
start. With two hands pawing Maury's hairy chest, his
fingers and thumbs latched onto his two nubs, adorning
each pec. With a tiny squeeze of each nip, sent Maury
into arching his back.

"Damn! Take it easy Jim!"

"Show me," Jim replied.

Maury wasn't the only one getting his jiggles out of
this.

"That's so fuckin' hot!" Jim announced, seeing
Connor's hand slimed up.

Even Connor got into the erotic act, saying to Jim,
"Look!"

Holding up his palm, Connor licked it.

"Ugh! That's so disgustingly awesome!" Jim
contradicted himself.

"Hee heee... I think I have a cooler idea."

Connor says, "Jim, you're such a slut!"

"Me? I'm not the one eating Maury's precum like
there's no tomorrow, Connor!"

By the time he finished his sentence, Jim had his tee
shirt stripped, his sneakers kicked off, his belt
unbuckled and unzipping his pants.

"What are you going to do, Jim?"

"Hee heee... humilitate the hell out of Maury!"

"You better not be doing what I think you're doing,
Jim. He'll get pissed!"

"I'll get pissed at what?" Maury overhears.

"You didn't think that all this TLC was for free,
Maury?"

Maury looked to the side of his hospital bed. Jim
stood there in his briefs, the eighteen year old's
thumbs clipped under the elastic, readying to peel
them off.

"Wha.. what the hell are you doing, Jim?"

"If you want to dance to the music, you gotta pay to
the piper!"

Now, both Connor and Jim knew Maury was a total top,
but as Jim tossed his briefs to the empty chair and
pressed one knee on the hospital bed, if remained to
be seen what would transpire. Maury didn't say a
thing. Connor had refrained from anymore massaging,
until Jim had climbed up on the bed, worked his body
so that his knees straddled Maury's stomach. His teen
ass lingered at first above Maury's cock, then moved
on up his body.

"Watch out for the tube in his arm, Jim."

"Don't worry. Pretty soon Maury here is going to have
something else dripping into his body!"

"No," Maury said, but not too convincingly.

"Yes," Jim told him, moving up Maury's bod, so that
his cock now rested on his hairy chest, the tip of his
nine inch nail pointing like a compass, to Maury's
Adam's apple.

"Jim, what are you doing? You know Maury's a top!"

Grinning, Jim left it as is. Maury didn't say a word.
His semi erect shooter lay there in the thirty-four
year olds nest of dark brown hair, between his pecs.
His eyes peered down, staring. They widened, looking
as wide as saucers, as Jim's hand approached, laying
his palm flat across his barrel. Then with a pressed
motion, ground the sides of his shaft back and forth,
rolling it between Maury's pecs. Conner, left with
nothing to do, brushed Jim's hand away and took up the
massaging action. Leaning back, Jim dropped his head
back, placing his hands on his own thighs. Maury's
eyes remained glued to the seventeen year old tenderly
rolling his lover's cock back and forth across his
chest, between his pecs.

"Did you like your nips played with Maury? Huh?"

Conner didn't wait for an answer. With his free hand,
he took up playing with the hairy nip, occasionally
wetting his finger and thumb before firming it up.
Maury gave in, his head crashing back into the pillow,
moaning like crazy.

Jim pointed out, "He's up again," pointing over his
own shoulder, with his thumb. He then let on, to
Connor, "And you thought he was a total top!"

Not saying a thing, Maury let the two teens play with
his body.

"I wonder..." Conner had a thought. Instead of priming
his saliva, with Jim's permission, "Just a sec, Jim,"
Conner stuck his hand down his jeans, emerging with
some shiny liquid on his finger. He dared to coat
Maury's lips.

"What tha?" Maury called out.

Conner giggled.

"You guys!"

They both thought they had been in for it, until they
watched as Maury licked his lips.

"He likes it, Conner. Give him some more!"

Again, Maury didn't say anything, letting it all
happen. At the same time, Jim's directive seemed to
give Conner permission to release him from massaging
his cut shaft.

"Yeah, hold on a sec," Conner replied.

Spritely, Conner undid his belt, unzipped, dropped his
jeans to ankle position, then anchored his elastic
waistline under his balls. One stroke up his already
lengthened tube gave him enough for a full feeding.

"It's so hot seeing Conner hard, isn't it Maury?"

"Him? You're both hotties!"

Jim and Conner both got a few giggles out of that.

As Maury sucked on Conner's finger, Jim took on the
dominate manner, "Yeah, suck it clean, Maury. Tastes
real good, to eat a high school boy's cum, don't it?"

"Mmmm," Maury signaled in the affirmative.

"More?" Conner asked, pulling his clean-as-a-whistle
finger out of Maury's mouth.

`Time to take it from the source, eh Maury?"

"Huh?"

His gaze had changed from looking at the seventeen
year olds modestly hairy pubes, the hard shaft
bleeding out the gooey meal, to Jim's dark, hairy
pubes, his hard shaft lying on his own chest, being
picked up in Jim's hand, his balls springing back to
their roundness after being cut in two by the base of
his shaft pressing against them.

Normally Maury would play the part of the master,
feeding his manhood to the boy. He figured nobody was
around to tell the wiser, so he played along. Taking
his time deciding, Jim had leaned forward, putting
both hands on either side of the top of the pillow.
Maury's gaze looked to both sides, eyeing up the dark
hair formed in the hull of each of Jim's pits, then to
his face.

"Go ahead. Take it, Maury. I know you want to taste my
teen cock!"

Both boys had Maury in their clutches. As he parted
his lips, dropping the tip of Jim's cock in his mouth,
his arm, the one without the needle stuck in it, fell
from the side of the bed. Jim smiled, turning his head
to Conner, seeing him throwing his head back, then
looking down to see Maury's hand fondling his lover's
barrel.

"Don't get greedy, Maury. You can suck out Conner's
manjuice after you've had your fill of mine!"

%

6 Continued....

Copyright 2006  T. Chase McPhee
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