Date: Thu, 18 May 2006 14:25:02 -0700 (PDT)
From: T. Chase McPhee <survivalgame@yahoo.com>
Subject: Nature Country 08

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" 08
wriTten by T. Chase McPhee

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"You seem tense," Steve remarked to Barry.

 In the comfort of their bedroom, Steve rubbed his
lover's shoulders, through the same sweat shirt he
grabbed this afternoon, dealing with Tom and Eric and
their dilemma.

"I just want to get a hot shower and hit the sack."

"No nookie?" Steve half-kidded.

"Except for the oral workover," Barry added, tapping
Steve on the cheek with his hand.

That cheered Steve up, yet he still wanted a recap of
the day's events. He followed Barry into the jon, as
he stripped his sweat shirt. Even though one of the
many times, Steve treated it like the first, eyeing up
that hot, bear bod. Before Barry could make it to the
faucets, Steve's arms overtook him.

"Mmmmm... you smell soooooo nice, Beary."

"I smell like a pig, Steve!"

Still it didn't shake Steve loose.

"I could eat you all in one bite, Beary."

"I'd prefer little licks."

Seeing that Barry still lacked enthusiasm, Steve broke
his body hold. The couple set about loosening their
pants, stripping down. Barry adjusted the faucets,
streaming the water down behind the sliding glass
doors.

"Let's take a bath?"

Steve slid his hand in the crevice between the glass
door and wall, changing over the rain to a flash
flood, pulling the stop up.

"Okay," came the single reply from his lover.

As tradition, bathing for an hour or so, Steve sat
down in the three inches of water. He reached for the
bottle of shampoo, which doubled as zillions of
bubbles. One squirt developed enough bubble to cover
the dark mass of pubic hair, underwater.

"Having fun?"

Steve looked up to see his lover's hairy mass, from
neck to navel and beyond. Barry's 9c lay in a bed of
black, kinky brown hair, his ample endowed sacs below
the base, looking as if halved by his flopping shaft.

"A little closer," Steve coaxed.

Setting the shampoo bottle in the corner of the
bathtub, Steve leaned forward, doing a pushup with his
arms. Opening his mouth, he cupped his lips halfway up
the organ.

"Oooooooooooooh," Barry let out, as Steve slipped back
into the tub, his lips traveling down the barrel.

"A taste of what's to come!" Steve remarked, grinning.

"More like torture, Steve."

"You just wait til my tongue is massaging that later.
Now that'll be sweet torture, Beary!"

What came next, was torture for Steve. As Barry turned
to settle himself down in the tub, Steve stare point
blank at the hairy ass crevice. He licked his lips,
only to face disappointment.

Giggling, Barry sensed enjoyment out of Steve's grief,
saying, "Now you know how it feels, Steve, but don't
worry. I'll let you tongue fuck my ass all you want,
later."

Steve could settle for that, as once again his arms
formed around his lover, settled in, between legs. By
now the zillions of bath bubbles had multiplied into
the bazillions. Steve cupped both hands, bringing the
white foam to Barry's chest.

"Oooooh that feels soooooo nice, Steve."

Closing his eyes, as if feeling his cock worked over,
orally, Barry leaned back. His cheek fell to the side
of Steve's head. The moment began to get serious, as
one hand reached to the side of Barry's face, shifting
his lips into kissing position. Steve figured Barry
had finally settled into a lover's mood.

"Don't you want to hear about the boys?" Came out of
their romantic kiss.

"Um, sure," Steve lied.

However, it hadn't completely slipped Steve's mind. He
did have a great concern for all of the boys, combined
from their partnership. His hands went back to
scooping up bubbly water and letting it run in between
the myriads of bear hair.

"Mike Green was so nice and understanding," Barry
started out.

"I figured he would be. That's the kind of man he is."

"To me, yes, but a bit more stern with Tom and Eric,
which I was hoping he would be."

"No kidding, drugs are a serious matter with guys of
any age."

"Right and if we can get to Tom and Eric now, it'll
save us all some grief later on."

"So, what did Mike suggest?"

"Put the boys through the ringer, I tell you."

"Oh? How's that go?"

"Treated them as if they had been brought in on
criminal charges. Of course I trust Mike and let him
take the boys and show them how criminals are
processed."

"Did he fingerprint them?"

"Yes, but gave them a copy of their prints, instead of
handing them over to data entry."

"Sounds cool."

Barry smiled. Being a high school teacher, he realizes
how Steve has picked up on the modern teen lingo.

"Yes. I sat there for the whole night, but it was
worth it."

"The boys got a lot out of their visit to the
precinct, I take it?"

"Yeah and, me too!"

"Oh?"

"They brought this guy in, with cuffs for being
drunk."

"Anybody we know?"

Barry grinned.

"Nooooo way! Who?"

"Hey, he was astounded as me, Steve, when I looked up
and saw Riley Sanchez hauling a barechested Terrence
Beethoven in."

"Terrence?" Steve exclaimed, his hands suddenly
stopping their pleasuring of Barry's pecs.

"Yep. I was as surprised as you."

"What happened? They book him? He in big trouble?
You're not going to fire him, are you?"

Barry couldn't get a word in edgewise for the moment,
letting Steve do some interrogations, plus waiting for
Steve to stop splashing the water around in the tub,
as he conducted his hands, in time with his
astonishment.

"Calm down, Steve. It was all a little
misunderstanding. Terrence just had a few too many
beers and the disagreement got a little out of hand."

"I really feel for Terrence. He's too good a man
to..."

"I know, but listen."

Steve settled down.

"They didn't book him, not even charge him with
anything."

"Whew!"

"Yes. I guess you can say that the right person was in
the right place, at the right time, even though
apparently Terrence hadn't been."

"You?"

"No. Rick Angelozzi."

"Who?"

"Remember the FBI man that investigated the torching
of Juan's and Miguel's home?"

"Mmmm, do I remember... Tall, good looking Italian
stud?"

"That's him."

"So what happened?"

"Terrence was in a bar and this band of motorcyclists
came in. Out of towners. Well, you know Terrence, his
big, beefy build attracts any guy."

"Like some bear I know?"

Barry smiled, then carried on, "Well it seems that
Rick spotted Terrence and the three motorcycle dirt
bags come out of Wakefield's, turn the corner and head
towards the alley.

"Shit, no!"

"Yeah. So, Rick watched until they had disappeared,
then went to investigate. Riley was still in the donut
shop, but he felt he shouldn't wait."

"Smart move, considering it looked to be three on
one."

"Yeah," Barry giggled, instead of showing concern.

"What's so funny?"

"When Rick got to the alley, Terrence had all three on
the ground."

"No shit?"

"Yeah. It had only been like three minutes."

"That's a minute a piece."

"When Rick asked what happened, Terrence kind of
slurred his words, but said something to the effect
that the three had been out to work him over, but the
dirt bags had had their fill of beer, plus did some
meth."

"Drugs?"

"Yes. So, even though Terrence's shirt got ripped to
shreds and taken a couple of punches to the gut..."

"Like it phased his ripped abs?"

"You want to hear the story?"

"Go ahead," Steve replied, even though his cock, under
Barry's butt, started to twitch.

"So Rick, seeing that Terrence had the dirt bags
flat-lined, ran back to the cruiser, got his partner
and hauled them all in."

"But that doesn't explain why Terrence had the
bracelets on."

"On yeah," Barry let another giggle, "being a little
tipsy, Terrence mistook Rick's uniform for the leather
outfit one of the dirt bags had on. He took a swing at
him."

"Oh my!" Steve replied.

"Yeah. I mean, Rick knew Terrence didn't mean it."

"So why did they cuff him?"

"Kind of `show'. They didn't want the motorcycle dudes
thinking he was getting away with anything. I mean, if
Rick didn't personally know Terrence, he could've been
in big trouble."

"Wait. You just mentioned Rick knowing Terrence
personally?"

"Oh, that's the rest of what I found out. Hee hee...
and I thought it was going to be another boring
night!"

"Now that hurt, Barry."

"You mean because I'm sitting on it, Steve?"

Steve splashed tub water in Barry's face.

"You know what I mean." Easing off, Steve asked, "But
tell me about Terrence and Rick."

"Sometime after the FBI's investigation, Rick
Angelozzi had been talking with Pastor Jack. Terrance
happened to be present. Later, Pastor Jack asked
Terrance if he picked up on Rick scanning his body."

"I think I get the connection, Beary."

"One thing led to the next and soon they hooked up."

"But wait. Rick is FBI."

"Not so. Seems that Rick and Terrence got serious
enough to make Rick consider leaving the agency and
wanting to park himself in the community."

"How sweet."

"Yeah, so he took a position with the WRPD. It worked
out though, because Riley Sanchez was minus a
partner."

"I bet he's not complaining."

"Like I said, Rick and Terrence are partnered."

"You didn't say that," Steve nicely ridiculed Barry.

This time Steve got the wave of bubble bath water over
his head.

"C'mon. Let's get out. I need some relaxation."

Steve couldn't wait, watching that wet, hairy ass rise
up in front of him.

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"Feel good, Preppy?"

"You damn well know it does!"

With his hand holding down Chad's cock, the hard, 9c
shaft to blond pubes, Matty lifted his smooth left orb
and with precision pulled it in his mouth. Inside,
Chad went through miserable ecstasy, as his lover
rounded the outer sac over and over.

"Oooooooooooh," Chad sighed. "It's not gonna be long,
tonight."

"Hot!" Matty muffled.

He didn't have to say it, only think it, knowing that
soon Chad's nine inch nail would be hammering away at
his chute. After being together for about a year, Chad
has discovered only recently how tremendously
stimulating it is for Matty, to rub his hands over his
dark, hairy pecs, then center his thumbs over his nips
and rotate them in circles, as if massaging.

"Feel good?" Chad asks, doing just that.

"Mmm... sure does," He replies, spitting out the orb,
going for the other, dry one.

"I didn't try this. Maybe you'll like this, too!"

Matty keeps on sucking his delicious meal, as Chad
begins to lightly mash Matty's nips in between his
thumbs and fingers.

"Ooooooooh!" Matty reacts.

All at once, he loosens the golfball sized grape from
his mouth and sits up on his knees, dropping his head
back.

"Just remember you did that and not me," Chad says, as
Matty's nips pull from his hands.

"Felt damn hot!"

"Must've," Chad comments.

Matty bends to a forwards position, his chest near
where Chad's hands rest on his own stomach, feeling
his navel. He spots his target.

"Like, we all have our sensitive spots, eh Preppy?"

Chad looks down his lighly haired, blond chest, down
the scattered stomach trail, then feels before seeing,
his lover's tongue dive into his navel.

"Ooooooooooooooh," Chad sighs, parking his head deep
into the pillow.

As if sucking his cock, Chad fondles Matty's head of
hair, maybe straining to push it down, to get his
tongue deep into his bellyhole. Not a new thing, Matty
knows what turns Chad on. The licking around the deep
depression, is foreplay to his tongue digging deeper,
to the bottom. Some nights the navel sensitivity is
relaxed, but not tonight. Lying down, his chest flat
against Chad's leaking hose, he feels the pre-wetness
integrate with his own hairy chest, as he decides to
extend Chad's navel pleasuring. Taking the lip of his
innie between his teeth, he bites along it's edge, not
taut enough to hurt, only to sensitize. He continues
rounding, then doubling back, as Chad's sounds of
immense pleasure keep him on target. At the same time,
Matty can feel Chad's pulsations against his own
chest, sure to come out of this with leakage dotting
his hairy pecs.

"Oooooh that feels sooooo good... but..."

It's not that Chad like... doesn't appreciate all the
stimulation, but his cock is telling him `its time'!
Like a gypsy reading a palm, Matty senses it too. As a
last effect, pushing up from Chad's bod, he holds a
layer of navel skin in between his teeth, stretching
it out.

"Ooooooooooh.......oooooooh.....ooooooh shit!" Chad
cries out, in pain and pleasure.

"Do me, Preppy!" Matty sounds off, releasing the navel
area from it's mouth bondage.

In the process of changing places, Matty exclaims,
"You left teeth marks!"

"That's what you say everytime. Let's get on with it,
Preppy," Matty complains in retro.

Crashing into the bed, Matty picks his legs up, props
his hands under his thighs. Kneeling, Chad focuses on
the target, his hand keeping his already firm shaft in
hard consistency. Leaning in, his hand as a guide,
Chad moans out loud, as his shaft tip leads the way.
Using Matty's legs as a counterbalance, he forces his
way deep and fast.

"OOoooooh...take it fuckin'........" Matty complains,
until he immediately feels his ass chamber full,
"easy..." too late.

With the warmth surrounding his fucking tool, Chad
presses his glutes together, holding the position,
taking it in, in retrospect. It doesn't last though,
as Chad senses the need for a shaft massage.

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"I'm sorry I wasn't into it, Barry."

"Yeah, I know. Seems like we both jumped out of the
tub all warm and ablaze and then... poof!"

"Happens."

"I know," Barry agrees, kissing Steve.

One arm around his lover, Barry lays there, as Steve
plays with the immense covering of chest fur, twirling
it around his finger in the dark. Suddenly there comes
a knock at their door.

"Hey dads?"

"Yes?" Barry answers for the two.

"Scruffy has to go out."

"I'll do it," Steve volunteers.

"No, I will. My turn," Barry tells him.

"I'll come with you."

Barry then tells Philip, "We'll be out in a second,
son."

"Thanks dad."

As agreed, when Scruffy needs to go out, way after
sundown, the boys are relinquished of the duty. The
dads set up a system where the boys knock at the door,
wait, open it slightly for communication, then leave
Scruffy, leashed to the doorknob. The system has
worked beautifully, even with Scruffy thinking it a
good idea. In no time, the dads are suited up in sweat
clothes.

"Don't forget the keys this time?" Steve reminds
Barry, even though the two are going out.

"Hee heee.... yeah. I'll never forget that ordeal."

"How was I to know you weren't a robber climbing in
the window?"

"You could've broken my back bringing the window down
like that Steve."

"Not to mention a good cock sucking position?"

Barry ignored Steve's remark. It was history, but he
didn't really mind the joking around either.


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Continued....

Copyright 2006  T. Chase McPhee
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