Date: Sat, 19 Mar 2005 10:56:59 -0800 (PST)
From: T Chase McPhee <survivalgame@yahoo.com>
Subject: Nature Walk 11

The following story is a work of fiction set in the
format of reality. Any resemblance to real people is
entirely coincidental in nature, and is not meant to
accurately reflect persons in towns, cities, or
governmental areas, in which the story is staged. If
sexual scenes 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 states and countries, you are not allowed to read
this by law.

"Nature Walk" 11 (M/t oral bond)
wriTten by T. Chase McPhee

"Stevie, be a doll and go call the boys."

"No problem, Bernice."

"And Barry, Millie and I need another blue."

Barry looks over Bernice's shoulder and sees Alberto
place his thumb under his chin and move it swiftly
from left to right, as if to slice his head off. Barry
smiles and says, "Okay, but just one more, Bernice."

"Thanks Barry *hiccup*! Oh! Excuse me."

"Looks like you're making up for lost time, Bernice."

Barry got an earful of that laughter that can only
incite a broad smile. As he made the drink, he had
used the secret ingredient Alberto had left at the bar
after last night. It's amazing what a disguise of a
teaspoonful of blue curacao liquer, opposed to one
ounce, cranberry juice and blue food coloring can dupe
a person into thinking they are drinking a powerhouse
concoction!

"Thanks Barry dear."

As Bernice totes the two drinks back to the kitchen
Barry makes the 'okay' signal with his hand and winks
at Alberto.

"Troops are on their way," Steve reports.

"How's Philip?"

"Aidan hasn't left his side since we came back."

"Hmmm... this keeps up and we'll be kissin' cousins,
Steve."

"I'll settle for kissin' husbands, Barry."

Steve smiled. In reality they both sensed the
affection they were building for one another.

"Dad, where are we eating?"

"Um, I think it's the same as last night. Ask Alberto.
Then let me know, Denis."

"Okay dad. No problem."

"Have you noticed Astevean has been here all day with
the boys?"

"Yes. He's becoming a regular leech."

"Oh Steve, is that nice to talk about that sweet, cute
kid like that."

"For fifteen he is kind of cute. I asked him if he
should call his parents and he shrugged his shoulders.
Just the same, I asked him for his house phone
number."

"Here's a phone, Steve."

Steve dials up Astevean's home number. After several
rings, an answering machine picks up.

"Hello? Oh, hee hee... it's a recording."

"Fooled again, huh Steve?"

Steve fake punched Barry in the arm, as he left a
message, stating Astevean's whereabouts and Bernice's
phone number."

Bernice, a little tipsy, appeared, slurring her hog
call to the upstairs balcony, "Maaaatteeeeeeeee!" She
started the haul upstairs when he didn't appear. On
the second step of her wavering journey, Steve stepped
in.

"Um, we'll take care of getting the teenagers,
Bernice."

"Thanks Stevie. Don't know what's wrong with me. I
feel a little faint."

Alberto appeared just in the nick of time to lead
Bernice away, with a wink.

"Are you coming, Barry?"

"More moral support, Steve?"

"Well, I don't know how the boys could not have heard
that hogcall for dinner!"

%

"C'mon guys, hurry!" Chad called out.

Ken yelled out, "I'm trying, Chad. The knot's stuck."

"Oh noooooo. My dad and your dad, Chad, are headed up
the stairs!" Sean, their lookout replies.

"Matty, don't you have anything we can use to cut
this?"

"No, the scissors are downstairs in the kitchen. Oh
man, Ken why did you have to tie my wrist so tight?"

"Sorry Matty."

"Guyzzzzzzzzzz, they are almost at the door!"

"Don't piss in your pants, Sean."

Ken keeps working at the knot that attaches Matty's
right wrist to the wooden slat of the headboard.

"Maybe somebody could at least cover up my chest?"

"Sure Matty," Chad volunteers, grabbing his tee shirt
and placing it over his red nips.

"Sean, lock the door. It'll buy us some time!"

"Good thinking, Matty."

"At least 'one' of us has a brain," Matty says,
looking up at Ken."

Chad offers in his defense, "Well, if any of us had
any sense, we wouldn't have tied Matty out
eagle-spread in the first place."

"Oh come off it Chad. All of us got hyped up, once we
got Matty going."

"I know Sean, but we could have figured out how we
were going to get Matty untied before tying him up.
Matty said you were into this stuff, Sean."

"Hey, don't just point the finger at me. Ken's the
slave master here."

Ken glances at Sean and warns, "You'll pay for that,
'boy'!"

Even in the face of being found out, the four are
keeping their sense of humor about things.

"Oh fuck, I got the knot out!"

"Oh fuck does my wrist hurt. Last time I'm having you
tie me up, Ken!"

"Well if you hadn't flopped about so much, while we
tickled you, Matty."

"Chad, throw me my pants."

"Briefs?"

"Hey, all I care about is getting this erection
covered before your dad waltzes in here, Chad!"

Like a juggling act, the four tossed clothes around,
trying to get their flesh covered.

As the knock on the door came, Sean asks, "Ready
guys?"

"Pssst, Sean, brush your hair down!" Matty calls out.

Using his palms, Sean makes some sense out of his
haystack, then proceeds to open the door to Matty's
harem.

"Oh, hi dad, what's up?"

Steve's first reaction would have been the obvious,
the smell of sweat dominating the atmosphere.

"Um, we noticed Matty didn't jump to the call, so we
figured we better make sure you boys are okay."

"Hmm, what's this?"

"Um, ah..." The four fish for a reason of why a piece
of rope is tied around the slat of the headboard.

"Ah, that's mine."

"Well, it's obvious if a piece of rope is tied to
'your' headboard, that it's your's Matty. Why do you
have it tied here?"

Steve also wonders why, other than possibly
suppressing a massive erection, the reasoning for
Matty having almost half his arm jambed into the
pocket of his jeans.

"Just in case."

"Of?"

"It's an old bed. Maybe it could collapse."

Sean, Steve's son, picks up the excuse, "Um, yeah and
if it does, he can tie the headboard to the closet
doorknob to keep it from caving in."

The dads aren't fooled one bit. Not that they can see
any harm being committed here, but at least Steve has
his curiosity.

"I'm not buying it, son."

"You're not, dad?"

"Nope, not one bit."

"Not even an eensy bit, dad?"

"Nope Sean. What do you think, Barry?"

"Nope. They're hiding something alright."

Chad begins to turn the tide, "C'mon guys, they know
we're leading them on a wild goose chase."

It might have been possible that if Chad's and Sean's
dads weren't there that they could have pulled off
some kind of explanation. The two share close bonds
with their dads, so knew it became confession time.

"Who wants to start?"

Barry and Steve each pulled up a chair to sit down,
Steve pulling the door closed.

"Matty, you want to open a window? Not that I mind
taking in all this youthful aroma of sweat."

"I'll get it Matty," Chad offers.

"So, who wants to start?"

Along the foot of Matty's bed a chain of sitting boys
is formed; Sean, Ken, Matty and lastly, Chad.

"I'm not sure how it all started, but before I knew
it, Sean had started tickling me. I fell down on the
bed and my tee shirt began riding up my body," Matty
explained.

Ken then said, "Um, I think I gave his tee shirt a
little help. Being a gay man, Matty's hairy chest
started turning me on and when his shirt had popped up
over his pecs, well I wanted to feel those dark spots
on his chest."

"Um," Steve began, "I think we can do without the
details, guys."

Barry interrupts, "Why Steve? I think it's kind of a
turnon!"

Steve slapped Barry across the midsection with his
arm. At the time Barry, nor Steve thought anything of
it, by Chad wondered why his gaydar had been keyed in
at his dad, like a divining rod leading to water. He
scratched his head, but his thoughts drew back to the
discussion at hand.

"Okay, so Sean tickled Matty, you, Ken, played with
Matty's nips, Chad?"

"Um, well, I... I bent over him and starting making
out."

"I don't see anything wrong with all that, do you
Barry?"

"Nope."

Steve led Barry in getting up, his hand on the
doorknob.

"Oh wait."

The boys thought themselves in the clear, but tensed
up, as Steve turned, reclosing the door.

"I don't think it's good hygiene to be sharing
clothing before having them washed. I suggest you get
your tee shirt back from Ken, Sean and Chad?"

"Yeah, Steve?"

"Your's is on backwards."

"Oh, you're right at that. Man, I don't believe I've
been wearing it backwards all day."

"Fool!" Barry called to his son, as they made their
exit.

As Barry and Steve walked down the stairs, Barry
asked, "What do you think really happened, Steve?"

"Hmm... maybe I'll tie you to the bed tonight, Barry
and let you find out!"

"Tied to the bed? That what you think they did to
Matty?"

%

"Whew! That was way too close guys," Sean warned.

"Yeah, I'll say," Matty continued, "another second and
I would have shot my load!"

Ken added, "All I can say is that you guys make up a
really hot scene."

Sean peeled off Chad's tee shirt, to hand back to him.

"Hey Sean?"

"Yeah, Chad?"

"How come your chest is all red?"

Ken knew the answer. Matty could guess it.

"Um, ah, must've been this rash I've been getting."

"Oh."

"Chad isn't an idiot, Sean," Matty lets on.

"Okay, so my chest is red because Ken whipped me with
a flogger."

"You mean like deliberately?"

"Yeah. We're into that kind of stuff."

"Wow! I've read about s and m, but never saw anybody
that did it. I mean. Didn't it hurt, Sean?"

"Yeah, but that's the turn on. Felling the pain and
having it stir my loins. Makes me feel real hot."

Then looking at Ken, "And it turns you on whipping
Sean?"

"Yeah. guess that's how we both got it together."

"Matty, you ever try that stuff out?"

"Not really Chad. Um, just did a little with Sean when
we were growing up."

"Oh?"

"Hey, Chad?"

"Yeah, Ken?"

"Listen, don't knock it."

"I'm not knocking it, bro. I've just never known
anybody real, like standing in front of me that's done
it."

"Chad, if you want to talk about it, we can, but I
think we better head down to dinner before we get
another set of visitors."

That automatically made Chad gravitate to Sean, asking
him about the whole shebang.

Matty's observation, as Ken talked to him about Chad's
curiosity came as no surprise, "He's not into it, Ken,
so forget about it."

"Doesn't hurt to ask. You're lucky, Matty."

"Oh? How's that go, Ken?"

"Chad's got a fine looking body."

%

The fascination with Philip had worn off and soon his
only companion had been his bud, Aidan.

"I'm going to miss not sleeping with you, Aidan."

"I think we still can if I stay here at Aunt
Bernice's. It's even better, Philip because the bed
here is wider."

"That's right, Aidan, but you have to be careful not
to roll over onto my knee."

"Oh, I'll be careful Philip. Maybe we can get into bed
together, then when I get sleepy, I'll sleep in the
other bed. How's that."

"That sounds alright, Aidan, even though I liked it
when we slept together with our peejays on last
night."

"Yeah, but we were going to sleep without them
tonight, remember?"

"I know Aidan. I wanted to do that real bad too."

"Yeah, and like those queer guys in the video, Philip,
I wanted to wake up with no clothes on, in bed with
you."

"I guess for now, until I get the stitches out we'll
have to do it anyway we can? Hey, Aidan?"

"Yeah, Philip?"

"Can you get me another Gatorade?"

"Sure. Same flavor?"

"Yup, thanks."

"No problem, Philp. You're my best bud!"

"Well, how you making out, son? Can I get you
something?"

"No dad. Aidan just went to get me a Gatorade. Hi
Uncle Steve."

"Howdie, Philip. Keeping Aidan busy, I see."

"Oh, I didn't ask him, he asked."

"Hee hee.. I'm not accusing you of anything Philip. I
think Aidan likes you and wants to help you out."

"I think Aidan loves me, Uncle Steve."

Barry and Steve exchange glances. Aidan walks back in
the room.

"Here's your grape, Philip."

Another enlightening development unfolds, as Aidan
leans in for a kiss from Philip's lips.

"My, isn't this getting to be a relationship?" Barry's
insights kick in.

Aidan reiterates, "Philip and I love each other.
That's why I went and got the Gatorade for him."

"Obvious," Steve replies to his son.

"Boys, I think we need to talk about all that's
happened in the last forty-eight hours."

"You mean us, Chad and me finding out we're queers and
then me finding out that I love Aidan?" Philip asks
Steve.

"Um, yes, that's part of it," Steve replies.

Barry offers, "But more important, son, I think we
should talk about what you and Aidan feel for each
other."

"I love Aidan, dad."

"And I love Philip," Aidan affirms.

"Well, I guess that settles that!" Steve says bluntly.

"But.." Barry tries to intervene.

Steve grabs Barry's arm, dragging him up off his ass,
"Um, I think I need another drink Barry and you're so
good at making it. Enjoy your dinner, boys."

"Thanks dad."

"Thanks Uncle Steve. Bye dad."

"Um, bye Philip... Aidan."

Steve still manhandles Barry away from the boys, whom
set about on their gay conversation, as the two dads
report to the bar.

"What was that all about, Steve?"

"What is was about is that I think you and I should
have a talk about our guys before we go saying
something that might offend them."

"But they're too young to fall in love, Steve."

"All the more reason to wait and analyze this before
we say something we live to regret, Barry. These are
curious times for Aidan and Philip and we don't want
to blow it for them or us."

"Hmm.. guess you're right Steve. You know, you're kind
of a smart parent, Steve."

"Oh? What makes you say that Barry?"

"Well, like upstairs with Chad and the guys. You knew
just when to quit and walk out. Same with Aidan and
Philip. How do you do that?"

"Don't rightly know, Barry. Intuition, I guess."

"I could learn a lot from you Steve."

Steve chokes on his drink.

"Me? What have I got that you don't Barry?"

"Hmm... ask me later in bed, but other than that,
you've lived your whole life in a gay world. What do I
know?"

"Now don't go slighting yourself, Barry. You're young
and..."

"And what Steve?"

"You've got me to mentor you."

"Yeah."

"And all the more reason to..." Steve looks around
before continuing, "all the more reason why you should
be around me all the time."

Before Barry could answer, Alberto appeared with some
happy news, "The Zebra cake is being served!"

Barry had to jump back against the bar from getting
run over by Philip, being whizzed by with Aidan at the
forward drive.

"Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!" Philip yelled, his hands in the
air.

%

Strange, but not the strangest thing in history, even
though there were a set of Clark boys, aged fourteen
and sixteen and a set of Barr's, the equivalent, for
the pairing to fall as forteen year old Tom Barr
pairing with sixteen year old Denis Clark, not
entirely on the odds. Astevean, Stev, the odd ball,
figured in with Eric Clark and Mark Barr.

"Denis, do you think what Sean and Ken were saying
about a straight guy getting sucked by a gay guy would
feel any different than if he stoked himself off?"
fourteen yearold Tom asked.

"Oh year. Anything that another guy does to you feels
totally awesome."

"Um, how do you know that for a fact, Denis?" Tom
asked, scooping the last bit of the zebra up in his
spoon and then licking it off.

"Well, because being gay, I've done it," the sixteen
year old replied.

"You've done what?"

Through Tom's interrogations, the fourteen year old
slowly dug bits of Denis' private business out of the
core of his mind.

"I've....um, sucked a guy."

"Yeah? Who?"

"Gee, you know everything you're asking, Tom, is kind
of personal. You're not supposed to be going around
asking guys stuff like that."

"But you said that Mark and I could ask you anything."

"Yeah, but in general. Not real personal stuff."

"Oh."

"Not unless you wanted to find out... by trying it."

"Me? I'm not gay, Denis."

"Like Ken said, Tom. Even straight guys get a blow
job."

"Oh yeah. I don't know about myself though. Feels kind
of weird even to mention it. That is talking about
myself getting involved in doing it."

"Well, Tom the older you get and the more you think
about not doing it, will make more likely not to do
it."

"Huh?"

"Besides, one of these days I might get in a
relationship with a guy and not be open to help you
out, Tom."

"Denis, are you saying that you would give me a blow
job?"

"Or you give me one, Tom."

"Oh no. I don't think I could ever put these lips on
your cock, Denis."

"Why not, Tom? I wouldn't tell anybody you did it and
at the same time you can see if you like it or not."

"Hmm... I don't know. I'd like to find out, but at the
same time think it's kind of disgusting putting my
mouth and tongue on something that shoots a guy's piss
out of."

"Well then don't think of it like that."

"How can I not think about it, Denis?"

"By thinking how good it feels. I mean, from the first
thing when your tongue touches a guy's cock or if it's
your cock getting sucked, you'll see an immediate
response. And it's not like you get turned on by your
own feelings."

"Are you saying, Denis, that I'm going to get turned
on by how you're feeling, too?"

"Oh sure. It's like loving the other guy. It's a
mutual thing where both of us guys are going to enjoy.
That's what separates guys from clicking or not."

"Clicking, Denis?"

"Yeah. It's like compatability."

"Oh."

"You know what that means, right Tom?"

"Nope."

"It's like two guys loving each other. If they are not
attracted to each other both mentally and physically,
then they might as well call it quits. Their
relationship wouldn't work."

"How do you know so much, Denis?"

"I've got a big brother who's smart and I've talked
with Sean when Matty was there and they both are smart
guys."

"Boy, you're lucky Denis."

"You are too now, Tom. Now that you know that Chad's
gay, you can ask him stuff too."

"Wow! I didn't think of that. You're right, Denis."

"So what do you want to do Tom?"

"I don't know. If I was going to suck you and you suck
me, then when would we do it? I don't want my dad
finding out."

"We could do it after everybody's gone to sleep
tonight. I heard our dads say that Aidan and Philip
are sleeping here at Matty's house. That means that us
four guys are going to be at my dad's place."

"Yeah, but last night Mark and I slept in Sean's
room."

"Maybe if we plan this out, we can change that."

"How Denis?"

"Well, you and I talk all night together and then when
it gets time to hit the hay, we'll tell our dads we
want to talk after 'lights out'."

"Sounds good to me."

"But you have to back me up, Tom."

"Oh I will Denis. And when do we start giving each
other blow jobs?"

"Whevenever it hits us, Tom. You've got a lot to
learn."

"I'm glad you want to help me learn, Denis."

"Hey, even though you're not gay, Tom, I think you're
kind of cute."

"You do? Everybody thinks I'm kind of a pig. I mean
they make fun of me because I've got this little
belly."

"Well, you do eat a lot Tom. I notice that."

"I do?"

"Yeah. My dad's got some exercise equipment in the
basement. If you want to, I'll show you how it works."

"I never though of myself as a workout guy."

"Hey, bet you can build up that belly into some
impressive abs, if you make a go at it, Tom."

"Think so?"

"Yeah. Um, nobody's around. Pull your shirt up."

Tom looks around, then slowly pulls his tee shirt from
his pants, to right above his gut.

"Yeah, you need to go on a diet, Tom for sure."

"And you think if I do I can get some abs, Denis?"

"Sure. All you have to do is put your mind to it.
That's what my dad says, anyway."

Hearing footsteps, Tom quickly presses his shirttail
down into his lap. Denis is kind of sorry not to look
at his stomach. Even though Tom doesn't have rock hard
abs, Denis feels some motion in his crotch after
looking over the fourteen year old's stocky
midsection, which surprises the hell out of him. He
also figured his turnon had been rock hard ab guys.

"Hi guys!"

"Um, hey Eric, ah know if anymore Zebra ice cream cake
is left?"

"Dream on, Denis."

"Doesn't hurt to ask. Think I'll get a soda."

"Me, too," Tom adds to Denis, rising up out of his
place on the sofa.

"Funny that Tom has been tailing Denis around, don't
you think Mark?"

"Oh, I dunno, Eric. I think stuff has been kind of
shocking for Tom."

"And it hasn't been for you, Mark?"

"I dunno."

"What about you, Stev."

"I think a guy should be whatever he wants to be."

"Oh and where does that put you?"

Astevean had voiced his opinion clearly when chatting
with Eric's and Mark's dads earlier. He wasn't so sure
he would be comfortable relaying the facts on the two
at this time.

"I dunno. Maybe with Mark."

That seemed within safe ground, as Stev became pleased
with his own statement.

"Oh, okay. Do you have any questions for me?"

"You're kind of young to know a lot about being gay,
Eric. Did your brothers teach you about it?"

"I asked them some questions about being gay and found
out about it on my own."

Stev asks, "Who was the first guy that turned you on,
Eric?"

"Truthfully?"

"Yeah," Mark and Stev replied.

Eric, can be a bit of a jokester, so decided to goof
on Mark, the oldest, being sixteen.

"I kind of liked you, Mark."

"Me? No kidding? Noooooo... you mean until you came in
the kitchen door yesterday, another guy didn't turn
you on, Eric?"

"Yeah, but I loved your reaction, Mark!"

While Mark beat on Eric, Stev watched, catching a
glimpse of Mark's flesh when Eric pulled on his tee
shirt. He wondered that Mark, only being sixteen sure
had a lot of hair below his navel. He didn't think
guys had any kind of a beginnings of a stripe there
until they were around Chad or Ken's age.

"Hey guys, if you want to do some rough housing, take
it outside?"

"Okay dad," Eric relied as Mark stopped trying to
wrestle him.

So, the three put their coats on and piled out the
back door.

"Hey, Denis, want to go upstairs and do something?"

"Tom, I said we should wait til tonight, okay?"

"Can't we just sneak in the jon, lock the door and do
something quick?"

"Maybe. But we have to each go there separately."

"Okay. I'll go first."

"Alright, Tom. I'll wait five minutes."

%

"Hey Barry?"

"What?"

"Notice how your Tom and my Denis have been tagging
along with each other?"

"Yeah, so?"

"Guarantee that Tom is having more than questions for
him."

"How do you mean that Steve?"

"Think about it. Which of the boys has had this
craving for gay knowledge all morning and afternoon."

"Yeah, so? You dont' think Tom wants to try anything
sexual do you?"

"Barry, get a grip. They're young boys. If they have
questions, I'm sure they'll figure out how to solve
them."

"Are you saying that you think it's permissable for
Tom and Denis to do something sexual, if it's piquing
their interest?"

"Eh, there's no harm in a blow job, Barry."

"Blow job? On noooo, Tom wouldn't touch another guys
cock. No, I know Tom and that's the last thing that's
on his mind."

"I wouldnt' be too sure about that Barry."

"On no. Believe me, Steve. When it comes to gay sex,
that's the last thing on Tom's mind."

Steve doubted Barry would break his train of thought,
but he did notice how Tom didn't head to the jon in
dire need of taking a piss. He figured Barry didn't
take notice that Tom didn't come back down before
Denis walked in the same direction, a bit on the
nervous side. Yet, he'd wait until one of them or both
came along to ask 'the dad' for a man-to-man talk!

%

"Alberto, this is really good stuff!"

"Thanks you Ken'ichi."

"No, I mean it, Alberto. I bet my parents would love
the recipe."

"Oh, are they interested in purchasing it?"

"Do you have this copyrighted or trademarked or
something, Alberto?"

"No, but if there's money in it, I could hasten the
process!"

The four older lads got a big jolt out of Alberto's
economics, laughing their asses off.

"Hey, Alberto, when did Miguel and Juan partner up?"

"Oh, about four years ago."

Chad asks, "Who is Miguel and Juan?"

Sean answers, "Miguel is Alberto's son, with the
mystery mom that we all think is Aunt Bernice."

Alberto giggles.

"How about it, Alberto?" Ken inquirers.

"Yeah, is Miguel my half-bro?" Matty grills him as
well.

"Why don't you ask Miguel."

"You mean there's somebody you've told the truth to?"
Matty asks.

"Of course. Miguel should know all about his family."

"Then how come you don't tell anyone, Alberto?"

"Then whom would Miguel have to tell, if you all
knew?"

Chad asks, "Why are dads so smart?"

Matty says, "I wouldn't know. I never knew mine, but I
think Alberto's been a great substitute."

The guys look around the room, as Alberto faces the
sink, suddenly fully taken aback by Matty's kind
words.

"Hey, Alberto. I didn't mean to get you upset. You
know I love you like your were my own dad."

Chad, Sean and Ken watch as Matty puts his arm over
Alberto's shoulder. When he draws the thirty-nine year
old cook into his arms, he sees a little drip in his
eyes.

"On second thought, I think Matty, that you Miguel and
I should get together and have a little chat."

"Are you saying?" Matty jumps to conclusions.

"I'm not saying anything until Miguel is here."

"I'll go look up his number."

"You'll do no such thing Matthew Bridges!"

Chad had been just as eager, trying to figure out
Alberto's insinuations, so he rose to the occasion.

"Matty, you have to be patient. You're not only
putting the pressure on Alberto, but look at
yourself!"

Ken was surprised when he felt Sean squeeze his hand,
as the two viewed Chad throwing his arms around Matty,
his chest meeting up with the impetuous youth's back.
With affection, Chad's lips sat in the niche at the
back of Matty's ear.

"Look Alberto, I'm sorry I got you spaced out.
Whenever you can think of a time that Miguel can come
over or we can go over there and sit down to chat
about this."

Turning on his evil grin, he replies, "I'll go call
him this instant!"

Seeing his upturned humor, Matty replied, "You better
before I...." Alberto scuttled out of the kitchen as
Matty held up his Dracula claws.

"I want to go with you Matty."

"Me too," Sean says.

"It's nice of all you guys to volunteer, but..."

Sean then gets up, strutting his boyhood friendship
wares, "Matty how long is it that you and I have been
friends?"

"Alright Sean, you can go."

"Well, if Sean's going, you can count me in, too!"

In a smart alec manner, Matty says to Sean, "You two
better just think of me as best man at your wedding!"

"When are you going to propose to me, Ken?"

"Me? I figured you would do that for me, Sean!"

As Sean and Ken went at each other, Matty having
sicced the lovebug on them, Chad cuddled up to Matty,
added his own love accolades.

"I know we haven't talked much about this. Fuck... I
am damn.. whatever, Matty. It's been only two days and
I feel like I've know you all my life."

"I know Chad. Damn, in just forty-eight hours I feel
like I've fallen head over heels in love with you
man."

"Ahem!"

"What'd he say?" Matty asked Alberto, wiping Chad's
kiss off his lips.

"Well, if you can all tear yourselves away from this
vulgar activity, Miguel and Juan would like to have
you over for the evening."

"Cool, Alberto. Thanks."

"Oh, and he has requested that the old man stay at
home!"

"Now he's talking sense... I mean..." Matty kids with
Alberto.

"Bundle up, it's going to be chilly tonight."

"Okay, dad," Chad gets smart with Alberto.

"The joys of fatherhood!"

The four laugh out loud, vamoosing from the kitchen to
fetch their coats and hightail it out the front door.

"Hi Alberto!"

"Philip, what's up my man?"

"Hee heee... you're getting just like Matty and Chad."

"Is that good or bad?"

Aidan answers, "Doesn't matter Alberto, as long as you
are you."

Philip asks, "Where did Aunt Bernice go?"

"Um, she felt sleepy."

"What about Millie?"

"The same. I showed Millie to her room and they are
both sleeping like babies."

"Oh, that's good."

"Why is that good, Philip?"

"Because now you don't have anything to do and you can
play Monopoly with us."

"Oh, will you two be sorry."

"Yikes! Are you that good, Alberto?"

"The champion!"

The two boys led Alberto into the den.

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