Date: Thu, 12 Mar 2009 19:43:50 -0700 (PDT)
From: T. Chase McPhee <survivalgame@yahoo.com>
Subject: Nature Preserved

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 Preserved
wriTten by T. Chase McPhee

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"Why don't you drop off of the swimming team this year, Tony?" Dylan asks,
as he stands behind Tony in the lux jon of Tony's mansion, pawing away at
Tony's soft, hairy pecs.

Doing a twist, his bod eluding the twenty year old's hands, now facing the
person who has suggested the absurd, "The swimming team is like, `my
life'!"

"That's strange."

"What is?" Tony asks.

"Nothing," Dylan replies, "other than about five minutes ago when you had
my ass over the sink and was fucking the living daylights out of me, I
thought I heard the word `claim'?"

Tony shrugs it off, "All top guys use the word `claim'. It's like a figure
of speech, Dylan!"

"Oh. I was under the impression you meant something more."

Boxed in between the jon vanity and Dylan's nude bod, Tony could not escape
and for some strange reason he hadn't the notion to do so. As Dylan was
making his remark, Tony slowly became hypnotized, under the spell of
Dylan's brown eyes.

Then, changing his mind, Tony rectifies, "Well maybe I did. I mean a man
`is' entitled to make a mistake in his life, you know?"

As their chests and pubes are pressed inwards, Dylan sweetly says,
"And... if you're going to make your first mistake, I'm glad it's about you
and me?"

Their lips were too close at this time for any rebuttal. As they kissed,
Dylan's hand slid down Tony's side, weaving it's way in between when he
approached Tony's torso. Prying them apart, enough to squeeze his hand in
between, Dylan's hand took both their cocks in his hand and stroked
lightly.

"Um, you keep that up and you're going to make me hard again?"

He needn't have asked as both knew where this was headed.

"Yeah," Dylan replied with a toothy grin, "and then I'll have to feel your
big cock filling up my ass!"

"Glutton!" Tony accused him of before pressing his lips into Dylan's.

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"So I suppose since Mark and Jose are spending their first year at college
in the dorm, Jared could take their room," Steve made assumption after
hearing his partner dish out the conversation he had with Jared Miller's
mother and the decision Barry made, the one he apologized to Steve for not
asking his opinon first.

"I don't think things are going to pan out that way."

It left Steve in the dark, not even a clue. "Oh?"

"I know you haven't been able to get up to see Denis as much as I have and
if you had, you would have seen Denis a changed man."

Barry didn't realize it, but Steve picked up on the usage, "Changed `man'?"

Then referring to their high school graduates, Barry cuddles Steve as he
explains, "Our family is growing up. Before the two of us were setting up
house four years ago..."

"Has it been four years? Daaaaamn! We've been together four years already!"

"Yeah," Barry giggled, but then saw it Steve's way also, "Time flies when
you're having fun in the bedroom, huh?"

Of course Steve and Barry have had some memorable evenings or afternoons in
bed. "Remember the first time you whipped my ass?"

"And the second?"

"You haven't done it in a long time," Steve replied.

"That's because you can't keep yourself out of the hospital long enough,
Steve!"

"I know. I'm such a klutz, aren't I?" And then Steve elaborates, "The
appendicitis I couldn't help, but when you said to stay put I should have
listened... and," he felt sullen, "I guess I shouldn't have gone behind
your back with the `Bernie-Bear' thing."

Picking up Steve's chin, same time suddenly remembering Riley Sanchez's
scheme to get Steve and Bernie-Bear together, he instantly forgives, as a
partner should. "That? I think bumping your head was enough of a lesson!"
Yet he still kicked Riley's idea around in his head.

"Yeah. Bumped some sense into me alright. I mean why should I crave some
other guy," he pressed their bods together, "when I got my own Beary!"

"You and your bears Steve!"

"I got you to grow this didn't I?" Steve tugs at the few fibers of Barry's
cropped beard.

"You never did tell me if you liked it or not?"

Energetically Steve replies, "I like it! I like it, okay?"

"So. About Jared and our teenaged man, I think it would be a good idea if
they found a place to be by themselves."

"Wow!" Steve recalls, "First it's Sean and Chad, then Mark and Jose and
now... it's really going to be quiet around here."

No sooner had he said it, Aidan and Philip traisp in through the back door,
it banging with a vengeance.

"We never got it fixed," Barry says.

"Yeah," Steve agrees, "I don't think we ever should!"

But their conversation is shattered as Philip yells out excitedly, "Dads!
We need more pretzels!"

"And soda!" Aidan adds to the order.

"You two are getting the kitchen floor all wet!" Barry accuses them.

"Oops!" Philip replies, his hand over his mouth.

Aidan seconds it, "Sorry."

It was too late to make comment, the paper towels unrolling like fabric off
of a loom, each with about ten paper towels apiece.

Steve takes the reins, "Here. We'll do that!"

"You can go back to your hosting duties, boys," Barry hands Philip the bowl
of chips, Aidan hugging three liter bottles of soda.

After the boys leave, Steve sees some mischief in the making. Steve, down
on all fours is soaking up the puddles of water, his ass high in the
air. With haste, Barry removes the belt from his pants.

"Akkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk! Oh shit!" Steve yells out as the belt lands across
his ass. He tumbles over, his ass hitting the floor, him feeling it with
his hand under him. "That was a dirty trick!" But then his frown turns to a
smile, "But I liked it!"

Then, play-acting the role of a mean master, Barry dictates, "Well if this
mess isn't cleaned up in ten seconds I'm going to take you to the torture
chamber and really work that ass over!" He feels up his crotch, with
thoughts of the bedroom in mind!

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"This isn't the way home," Eric says to Sean as he drives down van Dusen
Blvd. in the opposite direction.

"I've got a little surprise for you!"

"Really? Cool!" his seventeen year old brother replies.

As the scenery passes, trees, then more trees, even more trees, Eric asks,
"So. What's this surprise about?"

"It wouldn't be a surprise if I told you now, would it?"

Eric sat there patiently in the passenger seat of Sean's secondhand
truck. When Sean slowed, turned off down a gravel street, he guesses, "the
haunted cabin?"

"It's not haunted anymore!" Sean replies.

"Wow!" Eric says as they get within viewing distance. "I'll say!"

As they pull up on the side, Sean clues him in, "Belongs to `kind of a
friend' I met at college."

"'Close' friend?" Eric asks on the sly, a smile on the side.

"You got it!" Sean replies, seeing Eric's made the connection. Then he
gives a synopsis, "Professor Kucukarpak.."

Eric shoots back with, "Kook-ku-who?"

"It's not important. He's my anthrology professor. Anyway, he's new to the
college, just moved here, refurbished the place and then receives a grant
to study some pyramid in Egypt." Sean keeps recalling, "We're lying in bed
one afternoon and..."

"Yeah?" Eric says, thinking on a different vein of thought than where Sean
is taking this.

Giving him a smirk, Sean continues, "He knew Jacque and I had already
broken up, knew our place was almost sold and asked if I could live in the
place til he returned."

"Like how long is he going to be gone?"

"He knows a minimum of two years. Could be longer."

"Wow! Free rent for two years? You lucked out Sean!"

"I'm not the only one," Sean replies. Then pulling the keys out of the
ignition, "C'mon. Take a look at the place."

It didn't phase Eric until they got inside the door, closed it.

"Oh man!" Eric looks up at the cathedral ceiling of the A-frame. "This is
soooooo awesome! Man you're a lucky dude, Sean!"

Then, sneaking up behind him Sean slips his arms in between Eric's. "Like I
said. I'm not the only one."

With not an ounce of surprise, Eric's bod feels Sean's hands on his torso
as he twirls around. "I think I feel it too," He replies as if he and
Sean's brains were hooked together by wires.

Without another word, Sean leans forwards, Eric allowing him the kiss. Arms
embracing, the two drink deeply of each other's lips.

Eric hints, "Is there someplace where we can make love?"

Sean provides a short laugh as he says, "You don't have any inhibitions do
you about us... um...."

Cutting to it, Eric frankly informs his step-brother, "I don't know if this
makes a difference... maybe I should have mentioned it last night?"

"What's that?"

"I'm not sure how to put this, but... Sean, I'm kind of the guy who likes
to... um...."

"Fuck?"

"Um, yeah," Eric replies, still sketchy on the subject.

"Whichever you choose is fine with me only, I think we'll save that little
detail for your eighteenth birthday?"

Not tough to agree, Eric does make fun, "You mean I have to wait til
September?"

Between last night and this afternoon, since he picked Eric up at the
environmental center, he's batted back and forth the idea, but his feelings
towards his step-brother gave in. Last night Sean was head-over-heels into
this warm feeling deep inside him and he couldn't shake it. "It's only," he
counts on his fingers, "almost two months. Let's think of this as a trial
period."

"You mean we can shack up together?"

Sean laughed. "No. What do you think our dads would have to say about
that?"

"Oh yeah." Then doing some quick thinking, "Maybe after I graduate from
high school!"

By this time, their thoughts over being together caused them to gravitate
towards each other both mentally and physically, the two holding both hands
as they faced each other.

"Let's see first if this goes the distance." Standing there, a grin on his
face, Sean questions him, "What?"

"I'm kind of short on words again, but Sean, I think liking you is more
than your hairy chest."

It gave Sean a giggle, setting the twenty year old off laughing.

"No. Really?"

Seeing Eric's small smile turn to something more serious, Sean had a
feeling Eric might be thinking some of the same thoughts he was. It began
as a small kiss, Sean taking the sides of Eric's face in both hands and
then placing a kiss on his lips. Backing off he says, "I think I love you
too!"

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"Oh my God! I've got to get to the hospital!"

Ajay jokes, "I hid your clothes!"

"You didn't!" Richard replied as he sat up in bed.

"No, but..."

Turning over, Ajay covered Richard's almost smooth bod with his furry
one. Their lips drew into each others like a ship making port, a perfect
docking.

"I could get used to this," Richard replied.

"I `am' used to it!"

Richard picked up the sheet and looked underneath. "You're hard again."

Ajay went a step further, handling Richard's meat. "You too!"

Then Richard reveals, "I never fucked a guy two times in a row."

"Really? Well it evens us up then. I never shot a load twice in a row!"

"Maybe sometime we could try to break our record?" Richard suggests, but
more to draw an answer out of Ajay.

"I don't think we should jump into this."

"Oh?" Richard asked, a whimper to the tone of his voice, thinking this a
`one night-day stand'.

Then getting cuddly, the twenty-eight year old replies, "Maybe we can give
it a lifetime to find out?"

Loving the proposal, Richard allowed his time to leave, lapse.

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"I wanted to run something by you two," Gregg says as he puts on his golf
shoes.

"What was that?" Jose asks as he and Mark still lounge in bed.

"I kind of like this area and thought maybe of staking a claim to one of
the new properties up on West Hills. What do you think?"

Jose immediately shoots back with, "You've got to have money to live in
West Hills, Gregg!"

Sitting back, Gregg runs his hands up and down the front of his white polo
shirt, rattling off figures of golf championships he's won in the past six
years.

"You must be a millionaire!" Mark exclaims, totaling up dollars as fast as
his mind will compute.

"Only my accountant knows for sure!" Gregg jokes.

"You don't know how much money you have in the bank Gregg?" Jose pries.

With light expression, Gregg tells, "Maybe two or two and a half million,
but it all didn't get there by my golf talents."

The two lay there in bed, Jose's arm over Marks' shoulders, him rubbing his
teen lover's chest, two learning of Gregg's past, the untimely deaths of
both parents, being alone in the world, the orphange, the man who took him
in when he was sixteen, stuck by him as if his own father, paid his way
through college, died and left him all he was worth. Fast forwarding, he
brings them up to his twenty-eighth birthday, "And here I am today, playing
my forty-something golf championship and I really owe it all to the man who
never gave up on me becoming one of the greatest golf players in the
world." He ended it with a short return to the past, telling of his
guardian paving the way to follow in his footsteps.

"Sorry, Gregg," Mark apologizes, "I never heard of your `father'."

But Jose had a better reason, "Yeah. We don't follow golf."

"No sweat," Gregg replied as he got up, got himself together. Then turning
back to his original idea, "Y'know guys, I've already toured two of the new
homes up on West Hill. Very very nice and elegant only I'm not sure what a
single guy like me is going to do with ten rooms."

"Easy you dope!" Jose blurts out. "Get some guy to share it with!"

Mark adds, "Dah, Gregg!"

Seeing the two weren't `getting it', Gregg points out, going about it in a
sneaky fashion, "Y'know, there will times when I'm out on tour and it would
be nice to have a couple of house-sitters to look out for the place. You
know, make sure lights go on and off to make it look like somebody's home,"
then spelling out more defined, "y'know, makes sure the swimming pool stays
in fine working order, tennis court stays spongy, jacuzzi stays bubbly,
food in the fridge doesn't go to waste..."

"Uh-huh," Jose gets wind of Gregg's intentions, "and I suppose you need
somebody to start up the ferrari to make sure it doesn't stall out?"

"Ferrari? What Ferrari?" Gregg asks.

The two eighteen year olds laugh their asses off. "The imaginery one in
Jose's mind!" Mark points out.

Gregg smiles, a gesture of response to their humor, but is already thinking
about when their birthdays roll around and what to buy them! "So you guys
will think about it?"

Mark says, "Sure would beat the dorm!"

"Yeah," Jose adds, "your dads weren't so jumping with joy when we mentioned
staying at the dorm?"

"But..." Gregg suggests, "I know you two are eighteen and can legally make
your own decisions, but I think you should run it by your dads... your
guardians," he clarifies Jose's relationship with Mark's dads.

"Cool," Jose replies, Mark agreeing.

"Great. Now how about we all get dressed and head out for a night on the
town!"

"I thought you had to run off to the tournament?" Mark asks.

"The tournament... oh yes! The tournament!" Then Gregg confesses. "They
don't have tournaments at night. I was like... well I thought maybe I'd
give you guys some privacy to yourselves?"

Jose rationalizes, "You know Gregg, it's not going to matter if we move in
or not?"

"What do you mean?"

Shrugging his shoulders Jose renders, "Only `one room' is going to be used
all the time anyway!"

Before they even began thinking about getting ready to go out to some
swanky eatery, Gregg was stripping, Mark and Jose welcoming him back in
their bed!

%

They weren't real go-getters, so Denis and Jared sat on the pebbly shore
while the others engaged in canoe races.

"So this is really good, wouldn't you say?"

Denis replies, "It seems like it `could' be."

"What's wrong?" Jared senses dismay, as the two sit there on a log. He
elaborates on feelings already shared, "With the money mom is giving me we
can get our own place. Hey! It doesn't even have to be a crummy
apartment. We can get ourselves a mansion up in West Hills!"

Bringing Jared's excitement down to earth, Denis makes him realize, "Yeah
and spending it like that will put an end to the two million real quick."

"But wouldn't it be cool to spend some of it? Hey, I got an idea!" And as a
teenager would think, "How about you and I go pick out a sporty car? A
Lamborghini?"

Then putting things into perspective, Denis who seems like he's done a bit
of growing up this summer thus far says, "I think we should wait on
anything like that."

A hand around Jared's waist, Denis' palm on his bareback, Jared sinks back
to reality, "Yeah. I guess you're right." Then their butts moving closer to
each other, Jared agrees, "I guess we should think about us first, huh?"

"I'm glad you came to your senses." But in a diluted way of thinking, Denis
suggests, "I was planning on going to college in fall. You should too." And
in scaled down thought, "We could get a small place of our own to start and
maybe a nice set of wheels, but let's not go overboard."

Saying what Denis was getting at, Jared tells, "I guess we'll have the rest
of our lives to spend the money, huh?"

Before cuddling, kissing, Denis greeted Jared with a smile of reassurance
of that's the way it was going to pan out.

"Hey you two! Didn't I warn about doing that vulgar stuff in public
places?"

Parting bods, Jared looks behind him, boldly says, "Why? Getting you hard
again Mitch?"

Then what he thought was a secret, Denis says as if directing to his lover,
"Nah. Mitch isn't getting hard. Prolly he's soft after shooting his jizz up
against some tree!"

It then comes to light. What he did in the woods earlier today, he wondered
if anyone else besides Denis and Jared `knew'. "You saw?"

"I thought it was Mark, until I figured out the grunts and moans weren't
from him!" Jared states.

All too wise, Denis remarks, "You know you growl like a bear when you shoot
your load, Mitch?"

He was so flabberghasted he didn't know what to say to the boys.

"So," Jared brings up, "did you shoot your load or didn't you get hard
enough, Mitch?"

"None of your beeswax!"

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"Hi.. um... is...."

Richard beat around the bush. Sure, he should have been on his way to the
hospital to report for his shift, preceded by the `very important' meeting
of the board, which he was a member, but instead he was tapping on the
screen door of the house of his mystery man.

"Oh hello Richard. How's your boy?"

"Fine," Richard replied, anxious to chat with the man he met yesterday, but
not too eager going about how to find out his name.

With the lull, Aunt Rose turns her head towards the inside of the screen
door and calls in a sing-song manner, "Ajay! Somebody here to see you!"
Then without response, to Richard, "I'm sure Ajay will be here
momentarily. Care for some lemonade?"

As soon as Aunt Rose stepped inside, Ajay set foot on the wooden porch.

"Good morning, Ajay," Richard greeted him, the face matching the name.

"Good morning," and then putting it plainly, making Richard feel sort of
like a coward, Ajay asks, "I'm sorry. I feel funny asking this, but I don't
think I got your name yesterday?"

"It's Richard." And as he has gotten used to saying it, "Dr. Richard
Stahl."

"A medical doctor?"

"Yes. At the local hospital," Richard smiled back at him.

"Would you like to come in?"

"For a moment," Richard accepted the invitation.

The house wasn't much different than his own place, except a little
messier, but he attributed it to having two boys around instead of one.

"Pardon things being a bit messy," Ajay said.

Richard didn't care. He wasn't paying much attention after the initial
response. His main focus was his host, following him into the diningroom,
small with a square table and four chairs.

"Oh! I thought you were out on the porch!" Aunt Rose said, greeting them
with a tray of lemonade and some cookies. She sensed something but wasn't
saying it. Instead she left the tray and said, "I need to get ready for
work. Enjoy your visit!"

"Aunt Rose is a very sweet woman," Ajay opened their conversation.

Perhaps a little dopey, Richard replies, "And so are you."

They hadn't sat yet. The two stood there in a moment of silence, gazing in
each other's eyes.

Richard breaks of their tender moment. "I better get moving," he says,
reaching for a glass of lemonade. Before he can lift it from the tray, a
hand is around his wrist in restraint.

Initiating it, Ajay steps forwards.

The glass is released, sensing Ajay's intentions.

Placing a hand to the back of Richard's head, Ajay entwines his fingers in
Richard's soft mane. Their lips come together. After one kiss Ajay says, "I
know this is very unusual, but I hope you don't think I am crazy when I
say..." And he took a chance, a lingering of one of those feelings which
senses a receiving by the other person, bouncing back into his own being,
like breathing it in, "I thought about you all day and last night after you
left...." he didn't want to be too forward, telling Richard he lay in his
bed with his eyes closed and while a hand was wrapped around his hard
shaft, he pictured Richard stripping, climbing into bed with him, "After
you left I had thoughts about you."

Richard said it suggestively, but not outright, "Well last night I `more
than' thoughts about you!"

Going in for another kiss, the two separated, looked down, then up at each
other and laughed.

%

Right after the environmental program concluded, Goldwater Creek Road was a
continuous stream of cars, picking up kids and making their exit.

A social service van took more time, having to load Davide and his
wheelchair on board. As was the plan, instead of Davide going home, which
had become Eric Danziger's house, the van dropped him off at the Clark-Barr
residence for their daily afternoon pool party.

Sean walked about, taking in nature as he waited around for Eric.

Callan made it his business to drop by the environmental center, stuff his
sons, Diego and Seth, along with Jeremy and Griffin, Bobby Hijazi and JJ
Cabral into his car, take them home, feed them lunch and then chase them
off through the backyard for the afternoon swim at their friends' house,
Aidan and Philip. The boys wanted their big brother to come along, pleaded
with them, same way Philip did four years earlier, in a whiny tone. Eric
motioned to Sean it was okay, so they followed the squirts home.

For the afternoon Steve would play chaperone, but had more fun staring at
the eye candy, Davide's transport whom doubled as the lifeguard, Jim
Faulkner. Sean was off the hook! Steve had to make sure he had a towel on
his lap at all times when Jim was out of the water!

As Connor Matthews, Jim's partner, arrived, so did Bernice, the kids
flocking to her, "Aunt Bernice!" Her excitement never diminished even
though she got a wet welcome of hugs. Alberto was absent, trying to find
room for the Zebra Cake, in their freezer.

It turned into a family reunion of sorts, Chad and Matty showing
up. Dangling from Chad's finger was Jeremy's swim suit. "Forget something
son?" But it was two late anyway, one of Philip's older swimsuits fitting
his boy-bod.

Last but not least, Barry walks in.

"You're home early?" Steve questioned his mate.

"I know," Barry replied.

Being that Steve didn't get his peck on the lips, he knew something was
up. Leaving the adults in charge the two left, for the house, turning
briefly to when a big splash is heard, the kids cheering their `Aunt
Bernice' on as she cannonballed them!

In the kitchen, Barry thought Steve would be `disturbed' by him not
approaching him first, about Miriam's proposition. But he wasn't phased at
all. He merely left the idea as, "Hey! Sometimes we're not going to be in
the position to check with each other on decisions." Standing inches apart,
Steve closed up the gap saying, "If you haven't learned by now I trust you
fully, well..." Steve didn't know how to put it except in pouring out his
feelings, taking his lover in his arms and showing him!

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NOTES FROM THE AUTHOR:

I had a great time keeping `Nature Walk' alive and have received numerous
fan emails over the four years of writing this saga. However, it is said
all good things must come to an end and thus I feel `Nature Walk' has gone
the distance. I think I have tied up loose ends with all of the important
characters. If you feel I've left anyone `hanging', use your imagination to
draw your own conclusions. Thank you for your readership... yourz, Chase

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Copyright 2009 T. Chase McPhee

This story may not be sold, nor made part of any collection, without prior
consent from the author.



The more you stretch, the more you can fit in... 'spread' happiness!
TCMcP.....