Date: Wed, 13 Dec 2006 14:26:55 -0800 (PST)
From: T. Chase McPhee <survivalgame@yahoo.com>
Subject: NATURE COUNTRY CHRISTMAS 04

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 CHRISTMAS 04
wriTten by T. Chase McPhee

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Kevin Spangler did a push up, to accomodate Michael's
turning of his body, splayed, faced down, on the bed.

"Whatsamatter?"

"Nothing," Michael continued turning his bod, as if on
a rotiserrie, "my ass feels fulfilled, but my crotch
I've been grinding into the bed for the past half
hour, needs some attention."

Before positioning himself for a frontal workover,
Kevin reaches for the `on-the'rocks' glass.

"Need to get the taste outta my mouth," Kevin says.

"Oh? I thought you were having rather a good time,
tongue-fucking my sweet hole?"

"Not bad," Kevin mentioned, after taking a swig of the
JD substitute.

"So, what's the deal?"

Kevin held back some info. Too wisely, Michael keyed
himself into it.

"Oh, I get it."

"Get what?" the twenty-six year old, brown eyed
loverman responded, purposefully playing dumb.

"Come off it. What do you want, Kev?"

At the inquiry, lifting his own glass to his lips,
Michael knew Kevin held back some detail. He's been in
and out of bed with enough men, to know something was
up.

"Never mind, okay?"

"Listen," Michael kept on, more in a badgering tone of
voice, "we're never going to make a go at this
relationship, unless we're honest with each other, so
what gives?"

The word, `relationship', buzzed by Kevin, stirring up
a heap of thoughts. At first he thought of it as the
third swig of his glass and he had to backtrack.

"What a minute. Hold it... hold on. Did you say
relationship?"

Suddenly, Michael began to get bad vibes.

"Um, yeah," he ventured to say, "yeah, relationship.
Why... you?"

His voice trailed off.

Realizing Kevin on a different wavelength, he states,
"Ohhhh, I'm really sorry. I suppose I'm reading this
entirely different and...."

More of an apology than true feeling, he spewed forth
his words.

"No, wait right there!"

"What?" Michael again questioned, perplexed with where
Kevin was headed with this.

By now, both have sat, half lay, facing each other, in
mind and body. Fear gripped Michael. For as many times
it's happened, he always wound up on the wrong side of
the road, left flailing, a bottle to comfort his
misery, at losing the guy whom he wished would turn
into more than a one night stand.

"Oh forget about it. C'mon, let me do you."

With his hand on Michael's torso, his head faced the
direction of Michael's pubes.

"Oh no you don't!"

His hand, opposing Kevin's actions, gripped the hairy
shoulder.

"C'mon," Kevin still insisted, resisting, trying to
get at Michael's stick, still hard.

"Don't give me that crap. You have needs, as much as I
do."

"No. C'mon. I want to suck you off."

"Oh yeah?"

A wrestle ensued, Michael pushing Kevin down on the
bed, pinning him there. He was heavier, but Kevin had
worked out more, between the gym and, at times,
heaving boxes from a square pallet.

"Yeah," Kevin reversed the action.

Flinging Michael over, onto his back, his stomach, a
perfect curve, Kevin leaned in, ready to lick the tip
of his cock.

"That's what you think!"

Seems Michael wasn't about to concede, as Kevin wound
up on his back next.

"Heeeey! You're hurting my legs."

"Yeah. Right, Kev. I suppose you're going to next say
my fat cock is choking your big dick?"

True, their hard jewels pressed together, but it only
added to driving them both wild. Winning out, Michael
slid down enough to get his head between Kevin's legs.
No more resistence was needed, as Michael engulfed his
8.5c, driving it deep into his mouth, to the back of
his throat.

"Ooooooooooooooooh fuckin' shit!"

Voicing his opinion, Kevin's hands no longer had to be
welded to the mattress. Instead, they held Michael's
head, forcing the mouth closer to his wiry pubes.

"Um, need some air?" Michael said, quickly coming up
for a breather.

His hands made the `T' sign for `Time-out'.

"Ohhhh noooo...."  Kevin pouted, losing the sensual
feeling around his shaft.

"I thought so," Michael said, sarcastically, before
returning to savoring Kevin's meat.

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"Oh noooooo!"

"Maybe it wasn't such a good idea striking out on our
own, after all," Matty held Chad's arm, as Chad held
tautly onto Steve's.

A chainlink of sinking feelings, stood there outside
the emergency room doors, looking through the wired
glass. They thought the blond, German bitch at the
front desk was bad enough. When Dr. Scalia left
Aidan's room, the three were treated with a
tongue-thrashing.

"What the fuck you three doing here... why, I'll have
Wenzl's badge for..."

Worse than any police sargent, Maria Scalia lashed out
with fury. For once in her long, forty-something year
career, someone dared to subdue her ruling arm.

"For God's sake, doc," Steve dared, "don't you have a
fuckin' heart?"

Chad and Matty looked at each other, saying, "Uh-oh."

At the same time, they stood by Steve's decision to
rebuke Dr. Scalia's comments. Instead of the hammers
of hell, coming up from below, reeking horror upon
them, Maria embraced Steve, taking his forearms in her
hands, wrestling Steve away from Chad's clutches.

"C'mon, Steve. I'll fill you in."

Both Chad and Matty stood there shocked. It's the
first time they've witnessed Dr. Scalia backing down
to anyone.

"I guess she has more than courage and brains," Matty
suggests to Chad.

"Yeah," Chad replies, taking Matty's arm, following
the two down the hallway. "Who woulda thought!"

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"Are you sure Ai... Aidan is going to be alright,
dad-Callan? He looked kinda squashed up. Plus, I
falled... I mean fell down on him, when I tried
climbing out...."

"Maybe we need something to make Philip here
`groggy'?" Callan suggests.

"No, dad-Callan! I can be brave! You ain't gonna give
me no grokky stuff, are ya Doctor Perro?"

Philip meant Dr. Ron Piero, but for a young guy,
putting everything into perspective, in such times,
proved a tough order.

"Look!" Philip bravely stole his hand out of Ron's
care, "it's almost all better!"

"One more jerk like that and you'll..."

Dr. Piero started into Philip, but Callan rescued the
moment.

"Philip, you might do worse damage. Do you think you
can hold your hand still for now?"

Callan's charming manner wooed Philip's hand more into
a state of slumber, than Ron's inability to relate to
the child. After all, the doctor more, than less, had
been suited to handling adults. It's rarely he catered
to the younger set.

"So long as you don't make me grokky."

For now, Philip escaped the `groggy shot'!

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"Ohhhh man does this feel soooooo, soooooo gooood!"

Good thing Birdy's Cafe was closed. What a spectacle
Justin and Christian would have presented. An hour
ago, Michael hailed the two as a free porn delight.
Now, Justin was winning out, as Christian took up the
space on the wooden chair. Justin stood, hands on his
naked hips, grinding forward, then in reverse, his
cock moving, the gyration of his hips moving his 9.5c
in and out of his now established `lover's' mouth.
Between the tight lips, he pressed inward, lips
traveling down the barrel, then up, pressing into the
saturated, dark-haired, wiry pubes.

"Oooooh...hell, yeah!"

Now being brought up on such terms, Justin strayed
from his snobbish upbringing, pinioned on deep,
religious values, deviating from the tabu vocabulary,
to express himself.

"Mmhhmmuuhhhmmm...."

Christian moved his head from side to side, dislodging
the hard shaft.

"Need a break."

"Yeah... me too," Justin reported, the twenty year old
arching his back.

Tilting to one side, he arched his back, pressing his
pelvis forward.

"I thought... oh..."

Christian had misread his actions, the tip of Justin's
timber almost touching his lips.

"I think we need to take this into more intimate
quarters."

If Christian was reading Justin right, that meant
heading for bed. The only one available, was
Michael's. Hepped up on the hard liquor, the two never
thought twice of the bed being occupied, even though
Kevin and Michael weren't lurking about, downstairs.
On the way up the stairs, Christian missed a step, but
Justin kept going. He almost got porked right there.

"Oops, sorry `bout that!"

"I'm not," Justin replied, a full grin spanning his
face.

"Yeah," Christian resigned to saying, full well
knowing the value of the statement.

"Ohhhhhhhnooooooo..." the two said, standing in the
doorway.

Kevin, by this time, his cock deeply embedded in
Michael's ass crevice, turned, looking behind him, as
Michael looked around the side of his legs, up in the
air, attached to Kevin's shoulders.

"Plenty of room, boys!"

Mimicing Michael, Christian dove into the bed, his
head right next to Michael. The two were no strangers
in bed, yet the last time they lay there, `nothing'
happened, other than sleep. When in place, the two
tops began to imitate the two bottoms.

"Mmmm, nice kisser you are there, Justin!"

Out of the corner of his eye, even though plastered to
Christian's lips, Michael watches. Even though Kevin
is sunk, to the hilt, deep in his ass canal, he
watches as he lays his lips on Justin, a hand serving
up the twenty year old music student's chin.
Immediately, Michael breaks off his love making with
Christian, his hand forcing Kevin's chin away from
Justin's.

"Hey, what gives?"

It's all Kevin can get out, as his lips are torn from
Justin's, his body pulled down, in front of Michael's
face.

"Don't want to get you into any bad habits," Michael
says after the quick kiss.

Justin and Christian just gaze at each other.

Christian says, "He's right!"

However, Justin senses something else feeling more
than `alright', as he shoves his hips forward.

"Oh man...  I can't hold it in any longer!"

As if wanting to take a piss, Justin speeds up the
fucking action.

"Shit!" Kevin Spangler calls out, "they're getting
ahead of us!"

Then it becomes a volley, both top guys pounding
theirs respective bottoms, pulling out a little, then
gunning their hips, shoving their meat deep inside.

"I'm almost ready to come!"

What a tease Justin is, laughing in Kevin's face. Sure
enough, letting out a deep groan and forcing his cock
in deep, Christian feels as if his balls are getting
squashed, as a torrent of cum coats the inside of his
ass chute. Though, Kevin wasn't far behind, as both
gutteral sounds and verbal replies from Michael
signify the end of a long ass fucking.

"Oh yeah........oh yeah....ooooooooh fuckin' yeah!"
Michael screams out.

By this time, Christians legs are spread, Justin lying
on him, chest to chest.

"You..." he gasps, "you came?"

Answering his lover, Christian, equally out of breath,
answers in the affirmative. It wasn't necessary, just
a gut reaction, as Justin pulls his slimed hand from
between the two. Unlike the other two, Kevin whips his
cock out, shooting his load onto Michael, Michael
stroking like hell, to find release. Justin and
Christian watch as ropes of come shoot out in wads,
landing on Michael's hairy pubes and stomach.

"Oh shit!" Kevin yells, "Got you right in the chin!"

It was an observation. In reality, Kevin was much too
exhausted to remain upright, sandwiching both of their
cum between them, as he lay on Michael, sliding to his
right, off his slight protusion of belly fat. That's
how it ended, in the early evening hours, the four
resigning to closing their eyes and sleeping it off!

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"Well, without any word, we all assumed the worst, Dr.
Scalia."

"I know. It's all been so hectic, what with the boys
brought in, your partner and the three college boys."

"And how are they doing?"

"The boy in the back seat didn't have his seatbelt on,
but he didn't wind up through the windshield, thank
God."

"Hurt bad, though?"

Maria didn't want to say it. She wasn't obligated.

"I'm not at liberty to say, but...."

Steve could tell, by her reluctance.

"Not good, eh?"

"Would you like to see `your' two boys?"

Chad and Matty ribbed Steve, telling him he forgot
about Philip and Aidan. Sure, their curiosity had been
piqued, over the fate of the three frat, but right now
they had higher priorities. However, when they found
their way to Aidan and Philip's hospital room, the two
were fast asleep. Callan rose when the trio and Doc
Scalia waltzed in.

"Philip just went off. You missed him by two minutes,"
Callan reported.

"Well, as long as we know they are doing okay," Steve
replied.

Immediately, he went to Aidan, his own son, first,
kissing his forehead, then Philip. Chad and Matty
watched. Looking upon breathing bodies, was enough of
a relief.

"Anything to report?"

"Aidan is banged up pretty badly. He'll be complaining
about a few bruises. Philip is more over-reacting.
Both should be fine in the morning."

Dr. Scalia checks over the charts. She notices
something on Aidan's, but keeps it to herself. She
decides to be the first in the room, in the morning,
when the two will wake up.

"Nothing more to be done, so I think you all should
head home."

Her words don't go over big, but Steve now runs `the
ship' solo, realizing he's alone on the voyage.

"You call us, Callan, if there's any change?"

"I will."

After Steve, Matty and Chad leave, Dr. Scalia has a
chat with Callan.

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As Matty drives, Chad and Steve chat, getting
interrupted by Chad's cell phone.

"Damn near forgot!"

"What's up, Preppy?"

"The church campout."

"Is it tomorrow?"

"Yeah. What'll we do, dad?"

Again, not often heard from the older set, Steve
welcomes the term of endearment, plus the opportunity
to give free, fatherly advice.

"You can't turn all those boys down," Steve adds.

"But, what about Philip and Aidan?"

"They'll be missed, but there will be other campouts,"
Steve answers Chad.

"I suppose."

Matty interjects, "We better drop your dad off and
then double back to the store."

"Yeah," Chad admitts, "I nearly forgot about the food.
I'll call Zach and tell him to expect us."

Chad hits the auto-dial on his cellphone for Barrs &
Bridges.

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As Zach hangs up the phone, Neil van der Beck, his
twenty-seven year old lover, also a part of West
Richlan's Emergency Medical Taskforce, arrives.

"Busy night, I take it."

"Yeah. Up on Bridges' Lane. Quite a nasty accident."

"I hear Chad's dad's lover was involved and the two
kids."

"Yes. Did he tell you... well...."

"What?"

"One of the kids... he has a problem with one of his
legs."

"No. Chad didn't mention it."

"Did he talk with the doctor on duty? Dr. Scalia?"

"I think."

"Then she must've mentioned the boy's leg."

"Which one?"

"The left."

"No, I mean which boy?"

"Oh. The older one. Aidan, I believe his name is."

"What about him?" Zach questions.

"They're hoping it's only broke, but the kid didn't
have any pain," Neil reported.

"Well, that's good."

"No, you're not getting me here, Zach. What I mean is
there's no feeling and..."

"Chad didn't mention anything of the sort."

"I believe they just found out. After they left, they
did some quick testing."

"And?"

"Like I said," Neil reaffirmed his statement.

Even though it's not about either of them, Zach still
feels for his closest friend, Chad. He gives Neil a
firm hug.

"He's going to be devastated. They all are."

"Well, we shouldn't be jumping to conclusions, at this
point."

"No, but it doesn't sound good."

"It might be something temporary. In the morning
they'll find out more."

"I'll say an extra prayer for them."

"Why, Zach, I didn't know you were a religious man!"

"Would it make a difference, if I were?"

"No." Neil goes on to explain, "I think there are
times when it comforts a person to know there's a
being greater than us. Especially in times like
these."

"Then you believe, also?"

"I don't think I've ever contested the thought."

Zach smiled. He liked keeping Neil on the edge.

"C'mon. Help me lock up."

"You bet!"

It wasn't only the prospect of securing the store
which excited Neil!

%

As Steve returned home, he parked the car, head
falling to the steering wheel, reflections of the way
life used to be. Then, looking up at the home, ruled
by their paired hands, he felt better. Then his sorrow
came back, like a slap in the face.

"Dammit!"

If he thought about it, hitting the steering wheel
with his fist wouldn't have made a difference in the
manner of thinking taking over his mind, body and
soul. It wasn't only his soulmate, but also the
children making him feel like shit.

"What now?" He thought, as a pair of headlights shone
through the back window, bouncing off the rear view
mirror.

Slowly, his thoughts focused to the dark, the front of
the driveway lit by only a dim bulb, above the garage
opening. He hadn't seen his son, Sean, in a dog's age.
Quickly, exiting the vehicle, he ran for the back of
his car, scooping him up in his arms.

"Ooooooh son..."

"Sorry about everything," his partner, Jacq said.

Putting them both in his grasp, Jacq added to the
loving gesture of father and son.

"This is only the second time I've heard you cry,
dad."

"I know things will turn out... fine," Jacq fished for
the right word.

"I know," Steve replied, still tearful.

Arm over arm, Sean walked Steve into the house.
Waiting, were the other boys, getting up off their
butts, wanting of good news.

"What's the word, dad," Denis, the oldest, next to
Sean, asks.

"Things look g-good."

Maybe Steve fooled the rest, but his answer didn't sit
right with Denis, nor eighteen year old Mark Barr,
with whom he exchanged glances with. Unfortunately,
the feeling spread like wildfire. They all then began
to gang up on poor Steve.

"What's wrong, Dad?"

"Nothing."

"How's Phil and Aidan?" Eric questioned.

Suddenly a barrage of questioning shot forth. Jacq
lent a hand in answering.

"I think we'll all have a clearer picture tomorrow
morning."

"Jacq is right," Sean added. "Isn't it time for bed?"

"We're not going to school tomorrow."

The concensus seemed to favor playing hooky. As if the
dad, Sean takes over.

"Just cut the crap and get upstairs and get ready?"

"You're not our dad," Denis complained.

"Quit giving me a hard time and get upstairs?"

As if the dad, Denis huffed, but did what was told.

He directed the lot, "C'mon, guys."

Like a posse, the boys followed Denis upstairs.

Tom complained, "But it's only 8:30!"

Jacq offered, "I'll do some followup."

Treating the boys if they were two years old and
knowing it, Jacq says, "If your good boys, I'll read
you a bedtime story."

At least he broke the ice, maintaining some cool.

Mark answers, "Whoopie-do," sarcastically.

It earns him a hand-rubbing, Jacq also commenting,
"What have they been feeding you?"

True, over the past year, Denis and Mark turning
eighteen, has made them shoot up, leading the rest of
the clan. Unintentionally, as Jacq waited in the
hallway, he had some recollections of his own growing
up. Seemingly, like Denis, as the blonde teen strolled
down the hallway, toweled waist, eyeing up the darked,
fuzzy navel-trail, okaying Denis' questioned, `take a
shower?', he made a quick flashback to his own teen
years. He smiled. Not for Denis' benefit, but his own,
recollecting the excitement of seeing the first hair
coming in on his chest.

Denis called back to Jacq, cracking a smile,
"Pervert!"

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Downstairs, in the kitchen, Steve went for the coffee
maker.

"I'll make fresh," Max offered.

"I saw Berk at the hospital."

"He got called in right after the accident occured.
Says the three boys are in stable condition.
Unfortunately, he thinks charges will be brought
against them; DWI."

"Due to their stupidmindedness...."

"C'mon dad," Sean rubbed his dad's shoulder, "don't
put yourself through this."

He calmed down, but then brought up the misery again.

"Doc Scalia thinks there could be something wrong with
Aidan's legs."

"What did she say?" Max inquires.

"Something about not feeling them."

"Did she say `definitely' Aidan had no feeling?" Sean
asks.

"Well, not exactly."

"Then I don't think we should read into things."

"You're right, son."

Looking up at Sean, Steve can't believe how grown up
he is acting. More like an equal, than a twenty-three
year old.

Sean gets off the subject, saying, "I'm heading into
my second semester."

However, the mention of the college brings the subject
back round.

"Any of them boys in your classes?"

'Stubborn', Sean thinks, but answers, "No. I know one
of the guys though."

"Which one?" Steve inquires.

"I heard Jacq mention a `Pete Benson', um, well..."

Entering the room, Jacq says, "I think we can
resurrect the name, even though we've talked this
out."

"How are the boys?" Steve asks of the other six.

"Bedtime stories are for kids," Jacq states, exactly
what the teens told him. Accidentally, a slip of the
tongue, he says, "that Dennis and Mark too, are sure
getting..." he almost says `built', but alludes to,
"older."

It's no secret to Steve how almost nightly, Denis and
Mark parade through the hallway, in their briefs, or
the nude. He smiles, taking the edge off of the night.

"So, you want to know about Pete Benson, do you?"

"Sean says he knows him."

Jacq wouldn't have brought it up, only it would become
a good diversionary tactic, to get Steve's mind off of
Barry and the kids.

"Sean?"

Taking a cup of java, being handed out by Max, Jacq
takes a seat at the table.

"I just want you to know, we both," Sean means he and
Jacq, "have agreed to bury this."

"I don't want to bring about any hard feelings," Steve
suggests.

"No, it's okay. It happened at the beginning of the
semester."

Sean went on to tell how Pete Benson, an eighteen year
old college freshman, seduced him in the college
library, took him back to his dorm, wooed him into his
bed, made love to him, then kicked him out.

"Son-of-a-bitch!" Steve made answer.

"Yeah," Sean answered.

"I hope you let him have it," Steve posed to Jacq.

"We've talked about it. I think we have made an
understanding. Sometimes suggestion can be a mighty
tool."

"There's more."

"Oh?"

Jacq was wondering if Sean would bring up the other
circumstance. Standing, Sean began to unbutton his
shirt. Letting it fall off his shoulders, he turned.

"Shit!"

Steve looked upon Sean's back, three welts across it,
dividing it into three parts.

"He do that to you?"

"Yeah, but it's my own fault."

"Didn't I tell you...."

"I know what I did, dad. It's my own fault. I don't
need a lecture, okay?"

Pretty much the same thing occured when Jacq
questioned Sean about the whipping he took across his
back.

He states, "Oh, it was a lot worse than this, Steve."

"What?" Steve's aghast, then warns, like the twenty
other times, "I told you this bdsm stuff would catch
up to you!"

"I know, dad."

Breaking in, Jacq says on Sean's behalf, "We've been
through it, Steve. This time Sean has learned from his
mistake. Believe you me, it looks a hundred times
better than it did then."

"Why didn't you tell me, son?"

"Because.. because, dad... I-I-I have my own life to
live now."

Sean flaps his shirt back up over his shoulders,
buttoning it down, closing up the gap over the brown
stomach trail and chest fur.

"Well, I hope you learned your lesson," Steve says,
like he hasn't said it before?

For now, it was enough said. Neither went into telling
about what happens when Sean gets a craving for the
bdsm action, of how they take it to the basement!

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Copyright 2006 T. Chase McPhee
This story may not be sold, nor made part of any
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