Date: Thu, 24 Mar 2005 12:46:55 -0800 (PST)
From: T Chase McPhee <survivalgame@yahoo.com>
Subject: Nature Walk 12

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. This is fiction. Don't forget, in real
life, to think about 'sexual safety matters'.

"Nature Walk" 12 (M/t oral  BJ)
wriTten by T. Chase McPhee

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Barry laughed his ass off when Steve knocked on the
jon door asking, "Are you boys constipated?"

Suddenly sounds like tearing paper off the toliet
tissue role, plus zip ups came abounding from within.
When the door opened, Denis stood there.

"Hi Dad!"

"Oh, I don't know what made me think that Tom were in
here with you."

"Tom Dad? Why would Tom be in the jon with me?"

"I dunno. Where is Tom?" Barry asks.

"How should I know? He's probably outside with the
other guys."

"I guess."

"Well, I'm headed out there to play with the guys. If
you see Tom, before I do, tell him I was looking for
him."

"I'll do that, Denis."

Denis highttails it down the stairs.

This doesn't let Tom off the hook, as Steve senses
something funny. Barry let's on with some pointing at
the drawn shower curtain that there seems to be
another prescence lurking in the mire.

"Well, guess since I'm here, I might as well take a
leak," Steve says, telling Barry to come in, moving
his fingertips rapidly.

"You know our game awaits Barry, if we both piss at
the same time, it'll be quicker."

"Um, okay Steve. If you say so. I feel kind of funny
doing it though, since you're gay and I'm not."

The two are really giving Tom a ride, as they made
their receding zippers highly audible.

"Aaahhhhh that feels great," Barry plays along.

Good thing they really had to take a piss!

"Hee heee... watch out, Barry. Bad things can happen
if you cross the streams."

"Oh, a Ghostbuster's fan, I see, huh Steve?"

"Yeah."

Soon they stop pissing, flush and wash their hands.
They linger.

"You know Barry, I meant to tell you something."

"What's that Steve?"

"I think I kind of felt something when we were pissing
together."

At that remark Barry grabbed Steve's bicep and
strangled it, mouthing, 'What are you doing?'

Steve brushed him off and mouthed back, 'Trust me.'

"Hmm... what did you feel Steve?" Barry prompted the
words like he hadn't any acting skills.

"Maybe it's because I'm gay, but I pictured myself
jerking off with you next to me, instead of pissing."

The shower curtain moved.

Barry wanted out and quick, "Well, I don't think we
should be discussing this in the jon, Steve. Why don't
we go downstairs and talk about this."

"Good idea, Barry. I wouldn't want the boys thinking
we did anything in here behind their backs."

So, the two departed, Barry making haste to evacuate
the 'haunted' jon.

When Barry knew he were out of hearing distance, he
lay it into Steve, "I thought that went rather well."

"Bullcrap, Barry, you're sweating like a hog."

"Well, you're lucky I can improvise, Steve."

"Improvise? Barry, you're the worst actor I've ever
met."

"And how many actors have you met, Steve?"

"Other than myself, none and what do you mean by you
think it went well?"

"Um, well, maybe Tom could see that he's not just the
one that has thoughts about the 'forbidden'," Barry
said, putting the word in imaginary quotes.

"Hmm, I'm getting to think that maybe I'm getting a
man with some smarts, too!"

"Heeeeeey!" Barry calls outs as they enter the den.

"Hi dad!"

Steve feigns anger, "What happened to our Rummikub
game?"

Aidan replies, "Folded it up on you dad. We're playing
Monopoly. Want to play?"

"Yeah!" Philip yells out, "It can be us and Alberto
against the dads!"

"Yeah, cool Philip!" Aidan high fives his bud.

Philip further boasts, "And Alberto is a Monopoly
champ!"

"Uh-oh. I think we've been had, Barry!" Steve says on
the sly.

"You kidding, Steve. Two keen, scientific brains like
ours?"

"That's what I'm afraid of! Hee heeee."

"Hey, what's this?"

"It's Oceanopoly, dad!"

"Is that so?"

Alberto butt out of the way for a moment so that Aidan
and Philip could point out all the spaces on the board
for their dads. Alternating voices named crabs,
sharks, lobsters, starfishes, seahorses and other
things to land on.

"Yeah, dad and the one who gets the most sand dollars
wins!"

"Cool!" Barry called out, rubbing his son's mane.

Steve loved taking on the view of a father and son's
relationship. He saw how Philip idolized Barry and it
made him feel super special about hopefully them
getting shacked up together. He figured it would be
such an advantage for the boys to have two dads around
the house.

"Is that so Aidan?"

"Hey, where did Alberto go?"

"I don't know, Aidan," Steve answered his son.

"Maybe we better start without him. I got an idea."

"What dad?" Philip asked.

"Why don't Aidan and I team up against you and Steve,
Philip?"

"That'd be super cool, dad. What do you think Aidan?"

"It's cool!"

"Cool!" Philip called out. "C'mon over here and sit by
me, dad."

Philip didn't even realize that he called Steve,
'dad', but somebody else did.

"Philip?"

"What Aidan?"

"You just called 'my' dad, 'dad'."

"I did?"

"Yeah."

"Maybe because he's like my dad."

"Yeah and your dad is like my dad too."

Philip then asks, "What did it feel like having two
dads, Aidan?"

"I don't know. Dad kicked the other dad out on his ass
before I got there."

Barry and Steve laughed at the frankness of Aidan's
hostile description.

"Well, I bet if our dads lived in the same house that
it would be fun having our dads around all the time."

Steve, for the second time tonight, led Barry into
heart arrest.

"You boys would really like that, huh?"

"Aidan, it's three sand dollars."

"Oh yeah. Keep reminding me, Philip."

Seems like the idea had died out. Steve threw up his
hands. Barry sighed at the kids overriding the idea.

"Would be kind of fun living in your new house,
Philip."

"I was thinking the same thing, Aidan."

Steve laughed as Barry got clammy again.

"Dad, do families do that?"

"Do what Philip?"

"Live together?"

"Why sure. It can happen."

"Then why don't we do that?"

"Because Philip..."

Aidan throws on his support, "Yeah dad," addressing
Steve, "how come we all can't live together?"

Suddenly there's a knock on the side of the den door.

"Dads?"

"Tom, Denis, what's up?" Steve asks.

"Can we talk to you?"

"Sure."

Philip whines, "But we were going to play Oceanopoly,
dads?"

Suddenly pounding feet came into the room.

"Heey! Can we play?"

At this point the dads became history, as Eric, Mark
and Stev strode in the door.

"Well, good as time as any," Steve said to Barry.

So, the dads, Tom and Denis walked into the main room
to have their man-to-man talk.

"So, what's on your mind, boys?"

"Dad," Tom started, "I first want to ask you something
about this morning.

"Sure Tom. Go ahead."

"Dad, did you sleep in Steve's bed last night?"

"What would give you an idea like that Tom?"

"Because this morning us guys were looking around for
you. Steve's bedroom door was locked and Mark and I
couldn't find you anyplace."

"Um, okay I was in the room."  Barry didn't say where
in the room!

"Oh. Okay. Um the other thing is that, well, Denis and
I were in the jon together."

"That true, son?" Steve asks his sixteen year old.

"Yeah, dad. We were..... experimenting, but also, I
lied to you dad."

"Oh. About what, Denis?"

"I told you that I hadn't seen Tom, when I did and I
knew where he was when his dad asked for him."

"Yeah," Tom started sharing the guilt, "I was hiding
behind the shower curtain. Um, I heard what you said
about the Ghostbusters."

That made Steve grin.

"Well, I think us dads have a confession to make."

Barry hoped Steve didn't mean the morning part of the
confession.

"Your dad and I knew you were behind the curtain."

"Rats! How do parents always know stuff like that,
Denis?"

"I don't know, Tom. It's like they've got this sixth
sense."

"But fellas, I think there's a lesson here."

"Lesson, dad?"

"Yes, Denis and I hope I'm not going to embarrass your
father on this one, Tom, but I kind of had fun
standing next to your dad and fighting with our
pissing streams."

Barry decides to treat the subject lightly, throwing
off any emotion such as he mentioned, "Well, I'd like
you to know that I was winning, Steve!"

"Yeah, go dad!" Tom rooted.

The four got a hardy laugh out of it.

Steve took up the helm once again, "All kidding aside
guys, it's alright to experiment, but you have to know
the guy who's the player and make sure he's safe."

"Dad, what happens if you don't know if he is?"

"That's a tough call, Denis. There's two answers to
that. First you ask."

"Like, how do you do that dad?"

"Well, you say something like, 'are you clean? or
frankly, are you disease free?' Some guys might become
offended, but they shouldn't when they should be
wondering the same thing about you!"

"That's right dad. I never thought of it that way."

Tom asks, "Are you disease free, Denis?"

"Yeah, you?"

"Yep."

Barry puts in, "Remember you have to ask that 'before'
doing anything and let me add to Steve's interpetation
that if the guy refuses to let on, that you don't do
anything with him."

"What Barry says is true. Don't worry about hurting
his feelings, because if he does have a virus, it's
going to be one of you that suffers from contracting
it"

"And lastly, if I can interject something here," Barry
submits, "If there is any doubt, even after you get an
answer, whether he claims to be truthful and you get
bad vibes, then don't be afraid to bow out."

"I'm not sure I follow you, Dad," Tom inquiries.

"What your dad is saying, Tom, is if down inside you
think the guy is fibbing you, then don't be afraid to
say no. Just walk away."

"And another thing, Tom."

"Yeah, dad?"

"It's important to not go around playing with every
Tom, Dick and Harry."

Steve jokes, "Yeah, especially too many Dick's!"

The boys get a laugh out of that, as much as the dads.

"Dad?"

"Yes, Denis?"

"Um, maybe you better explain it, Tom."

"Yeah, okay. Dad, I wanted to know if Denis would suck
my cock and I was going to do his."

Barry went to ask something, but Tom cut him off.

"Just listen a minute, dad. When we were talking with
Sean and Ken, we got to talking about all this sex
stuff that gay guys do. Ken said that it's not only
gay guys that get their cocks sucked.  Ken said that's
it's real different if a guy strokes his own self off
than if another guy does it, touching the other guy's
cock. Well, at the same time, Denis and Eric said it
was okay if Mark and I asked them anything. So, I kind
of got this idea that maybe if Denis and I..." Tom
flatly ran out of steam.

"So, you two boys were going to or already had."

"Dad, we didn't do anything, I swear."

"Hold it, Denis, I didn't say you did. Now, you were
thinking about sucking eaching other, is that it?"

Tom answered, "We almost did, except you two showed
up."

Steve smiled, followed by Barry.

"You're not mad at us?" Denis asks.

"No. Boys," Steve continues, "what you do is your own
business. As a concerned parent, I.. Tom's dad and I,
have to make it our business to give you direction."

"I know you love me dad and I love you."

"I know that Denis and I feel the same way, but that's
not what this is all about. You see, some young kids,
both of your ages, might decide they want to
experiment and walk into a situation where as they get
cornered into giving a blow job. This might be in a
public restroom or elsewhere outside the home."

"Yeah, I know. I heard of some kid getting bullied in
school once and had to give about five guys blowjobs."

"When and where did you hear this, Denis?" Steve
asked, concerned.

"Oh, not our schools dad."

"Whew!"

"No, this was another school."

"Well, if you ever hear of that happening, son or you,
Tom, I want either of you boys to tell us."

"Oh, I will dad," Tom replied to Steve, "I mean dad
and Steve."

"I will too, dad and Barry."

The dads smiled.

"Before we get too off track, I want to let you know
that it isn't too bad that you two experiment. Knowing
Barry and his family, I'm sure they aren't concealing
any hideous diseases."

"Dad?"

"Yes, Denis?"

"Another confession."

"This as bad as the last one?"

Barry nudges Steve's arm.

"Well go ahead son."

"Dad, we figure that we would have some experimenting
after the lights were out tonight."

Tom admitted, "I got greedy and wanted it right away."

"Young testosterone," Steve flubbed past Barry.

"But since you goofed up our plans, we went back to
our original plan."

"And?"

"Dad, Tom and I wanted to still give each other a blow
job."

Barry adds, "Well, I think I can speak for both of us
here that if we say no, it's going to put a terrible
strain on you boys."

"Good thinking, Barry."

"Gee, thanks Steve," Barry pats Steve on the tummy.

"So it's okay then?"

"Denis, you're sixteen, almost a man. Tom, you're
what, fourteen?"

"Almost fifteen."

"Okay, well, regardless, you boys are not ten year
olds. I think you're old enough to make your own
decisions."

Barry seals it, "Yes and why don't we leave it at
that. Case closed!"

"You mean we can dad?"

"Denis, that's your decision. Of course only with Tom.
If you want to do anything else with anyone that we
don't know about then I think you should ask."

"Yeah, you're right dad."

"Dad?"

"Yes, Tom?"

"Did you and Steve sleep in the same bed?"

Barry sat there, looked to Steve, then in his lap.

"Dad?"

"Yes, Tom?"

"I don't know if I should tell you this, but one time
I had a talk with mom and she called you a homo."

"A fuckin' what?"

Barry jumped to his feet.

"I know I shouldn't have said it." Tom began to cry.

"Um, Denis, let's go see how the boys are doing with
the game."

"Okay dad. See ya later Tom." Denis patted him on the
shoulder.

Barry crossed around the coffee table and sat next to
Tom.

"Tom, I'm sorry."

"Dad, I'm not mad at you."

"You're not. Well, I think if I had found out the same
about you, I wouldn't be either."

"But are you.... gay, dad?"

"Well, I wasn't sure at first, but to put it plainly,
yes, Tom."

Barry actually thought Tom would bolt for the door.
Instead he reached for a tissue.

"I was trying to tell myself that you weren't dad."

"Well, I think you're a big man to come out and say
it, Tom. No sense harboring thoughts deep down
inside."

Barry rubbed his son's back.

"You know I forgot mom said that to me until I found
the door locked. Then I started putting two and two
together, but you know what dad?"

"What Tom?"

"Dad, I think I might have been plenty angrier if it
hadn't been for me being around all these gay guys."

"Really? And what makes it different?"

Barry began to draw on the conversation, to make Tom
get his feelings out.

"Well, first of all, like you said, Chad is the same
whether I know he's gay or not. I thought Matty a cool
guy and when I found out he was gay, that didn't
change. Same with all the guys. I think Ken and Sean,
Eric and Denis and even Steve are all cool guys and
even Stev is nice."

"Tom, I thought coming here to West Highland would
mean a good, new start for us and you know what?"

"What dad?"

"I still think the same. Only you coming out with your
feelings has made me feel even stronger about it."

"Really?"

"Yes. You see, for the passed two days it seems I've
been very edgy. I mean, we've had some good times, but
because of the way that Steve and I feel about each
other, had put a damper on the good feelings."

"Dad, do you kind of like Steve a lot?"

"Tom, in the first two days I've known Steve, I've
been feeling like I've known him for ten years. Do you
like Steve?"

"Yeah, he's great and I think he did a good job
raising his boys."

Barry smiled at the perception.

"I'm sure Steve would like to here that sometime."

"Dad?"

"Yes, Tom?"

"If you and Steve like each other so much, maybe you
should live together like a couple."

"But you know what that would mean, Tom?"

"Yeah, I know. It means that all us kids would be
growing up together in the same house."

"And how would you feel about that?"

"Wouldn't bother me. I already think of Denis and Eric
as my best friends. I don't think Aidan and Philip
would terribly mind," Tom said sarcastically.

"Hee hee heeee.. yeah, they have become quite the
couple."

"Dad, do you think Philip and Aidan will always be
good friends, maybe even wind up being lovers?"

"Now that neither you nor I can ever begin to predict,
Tom. That depends entirely on those two."

"I don't believe that Philip comes right out and tells
everyone that he's gay."

"I look at it as being a very good thing. Philip is
feeling good about himself."

"Yeah, dad and it seems he doesn't care who knows that
he's gay."

"Well, one thing, Tom, that's for Philip to tell the
world. Don't go spreading it around. Let it be his
decision."

"Dad?"

"Yes, Tom?"

"Are you and Steve going to sleep together tonight?"

"Would you feel better if we didn't?"

"Dad, you're conthradicture...conthra... whatever that
word is..."

"Contradicting?"

"Yeah. Whatever, but I can't tell you what to do and
not to do about sexual things."

"That's a very adult attitude, Tom."

"Whatever. It's what you want dad and I wouldn't be
mad if you do. After all, most likely tonight I'm
going to give and have my first blow job!"

Barry hugged Tom tightly, smiling.

"Dad?"

"Yes, son?"

"Are we all going to live together in Steve's house?"

"What are your feelings on that, Tom?"

"I'd like that. I like both our family and Steve's
family."

"Well, it's something Steve and I have to talk about,
but I'm real happy that you and I have had this
discussion Tom."

"Dad, I'd like to talk to you more about being gay,
even though I'm not."

"That's fine, son and if I don't have an answer, I'm
sure Steve can help us out."

"Thanks dad."

"I love you son."

"I love you too, dad."

%

"Heeey c'mon in Matt."

"Thanks Juan."

"Where's Miguel?"

"He's throwing a shirt on."

"Oh, this is Chad Barr, Ken'ichi Richards and you know
Sean Clark."

"Nice to meet you Chad."

"Beautiful house, Juan."

"Thanks Chad. Hey, Ken'ichi, is that you that I see
crusing around the neiborhood on the red Kawasaki?"

"Yeah. Like it, Juan?"

"Yeah. Like to hop on it sometime."

Chad says, "Just make sure it's not moving, Juan."

The guys laughed, patting Chad on the back.

Juan inquires, "Something to drink, guys?"

They all decide on a beer, following Juan into the
kitchen for the first round.

"Hi, sorry I'm so late in getting down guys."

By their looks at the wet-haired, half buttoned up
Latino, none them minded a bunch.

"So, Miguel, what's the story?"

"Shit, Matty, give the guy a chance!" Chad calls out.

"Who's the big mouth?" Miguel calls out, smiling at
Chad.

Juan offers his partner, along with a beer, "This is
Matty's better half, Chad Barr."

"Nice to meet you," Miguel takes Chad's hand in his
right, the beer in his left hand.

"Sorry, I would have been dressed in time, but I kind
of napped while in the hot tub."

"Hot tub?" Sean questions.

Matty says, "Yeah, they fill it with hot water and
boil sausage in it!"

The guys laughed their asses off.

"What's this?" Chad asks when Juan lifts a hot tray
from the oven.

Miguel answers, "Juan, he's always cooking up
something."

"Here, try this chicken and cheese quesadilla, Chad."

"Ooooh oooh hot...hot!"

Chad guzzled 3/4 of his can of beer to put the fire
out.

"Sorry, I should have warned you about the chilies,
Chad."

"No problem, Juan. Now I don't have to worry about
having my tonsils out. I think they just melted!"

Right away the six began getting along.  After beer
number two and Juan using Chad as a guinea pig for his
beef empanadas, southwest blackbean spring rolls and
chicken cornucopia wraps, his gut was busted!

"Oh man is that stuff filling," Chad happily
complained.

"I know I more or less just got out, but any of you
guys interested in the hot tub?"

Right away Chad has his fingers at the undersides of
his tee shirt.

"I like your style, hombre!" Juan says, helping Chad
peel the shirt. "Hmm, nice bod!"

"La puerta, Miguel!"

"Excuse me, I need to get the door."

While Miguel is away, Juan leads the guys onto a
porch, which stretches along the entire back of the
house.

"Ooooh, this is really nice, Juan."

"Thanks Chad. Matty, isn't this nice."

"Yep."

"Let me throw on the lights."

As Juan hits the switches, sections at a time light up
the backyard.

"I think I see the hot tub!" Sean calls out, totally
stripped to the buff, Ken half way there.

"You hot chili pepper, Sean!" Juan calls out.

"Look who's here, Juan."

"Jabairi!"

"Sorry to bust in on you, Juan. I didn't know you had
company."

"No problemo bro! Who's the stud?"

"My neigbor, Jacq della Croix. Hope you don't mind
that I brought a friend."

They shake hands, but Jacq's eyes are all over Sean's
prime bod.

"C'mon, we're readying for the hot tub. I'll throw
some more appetizers in the oven. What'll you have to
drink?"

Miguel smiles at Juan, the perfect host. Always
energetic over making sure a guest has his belly full
and palate wet.

Sean chugs the rest of his beer and then trots down
the wooden stairs. He ducks back inside when his bare
flesh hits the outdoor temp.

"Yiiiiikes! It's cold out there!"

"Sorry about that, Sean. Juan and I are going to have
the tub enclosed when we have the pool put in next
summer."

"What do you do for a living? Rob banks?"

Matty couldn't believe the jokes frothing from Chad's
mouth. He didn't seem this comical at home. He blamed
it on the beer.

"C'mon Matty."

"I'll be a long in a sec, Chad."

"Okay."

Matty watched Chad, seventeen, looking more like
nineteen, his six foot physique glimmering in the
backyard light. He watched as Chad, Ken and Sean raced
to where steam rose up out of the ground. Even though
three sets of cock and balls bobbed up and down,
Matty's eyes were on the blond's. Chad's bushy hair
bouncing on his head, as his taut abs, the thin dark
trail heaving with every breath and then the
silhouette of the darker treasure trail, integrated
with his pubic region. He felt himself so blessed with
such a hunk.

"So, I guess you want to know the truth, huh Matty?"

"Yeah."

"Um, c'mon I'll 'walk' you down to the tub."

Even though it had been quite chilly, the two took
their time moving from the back of the house to the
hot bubbling bath.
Matty noticed how Miguel's almost smooth chest had
been marked by two pointy nips, obviously after moving
from heat to cold. He wouldn't doubt that his own nips
were that hard. In fact he rubbed his hand over his
own hairy chest and felt one. He also started to draw
his own conclusion that Miguel's chest and stomach
being almost totally smooth and his chest hairy, with
a thick dark brown trail, signified that they couldn't
possibly be related.

"You understand where I'm coming from, Matty?"

"So, what your saying is that my dad cheated on my mom
and with Alberto's wife, which is your mom?"

"Hey, you put it better than I did, Matty."

"Miguel, I'm sorry."

"Hey, things happen, but I did have a reasonably good
childhood and when my mom passed away, look! I had a
chance to come back and live with Alberto for a
while."

"But tell me, how did Alberto take all this?"

"My dad, well that's what I called him, until he told
me the real truth, he didn't take it well at all. If
it wasn't for your mom, I think he'd be in his grave."

"Wow, this is some story. But out of all of this you
and I are step brothers, I guess."

"Right. That we are Matty. That is if you want me?"

No matter how cold it was, the frigid air couldn't
hold them back from exchanging some brotherly love.

"Hey, amigo, you trying to make some moves on my man?"

"Chad, guess what?"

"You're jilting me, Matty?"

"No! Miguel and I are step brothers!"

"Cool! C'mon my ass is getting frozen off!"

The three, so glad to be in the warmth of the swirling
waters, forgot to fill Sean and Ken in on the news.

"Oh fuck! Who's that Adonis?"

Sean's words made all conversation at ease and their
eyes focused on the older man, yet worked out form
descending the stairs to the hot pond.

Sean continues his statement, "Man, would I love to
get my tongue on that hot chest!"

"Well that was a quick affair!" Ken calls out.

"You know what I mean dopey!" Sean says to Ken, giving
him a niptug.

"Hey!"

"Oooowch you little fuck!" Sean calls out after Ken
bites the little brown nub on his pec.

Matty says, "Get off it, Sean. You loved it!"

Sean smiles at Matty, splashing water in his face.

Not only does the thirty-two year old Adonis, Jacq
della Croix pave the way, but is followed by his date,
Jabari Kawaii, a twenty-six year old 'islander' with a
stunning tanned body and followed up by Juan, whom
physique is nothing to sneeze at!

Each of the three are carrying a tray of foods.

"Um, Juan?"

"Yes, Miguel?"

Chad watches as Miguel takes a chug from an imaginery
beer can.

"I knew I forgot something."

"Let me come help."

"Need a hand with that, Miguel?"

"Uh, sure Chad."

Ice wasn't needed, but Chad and Miguel returned
tubside, each with a handle on the ice chest. They
readied to almost dive into the tub.  When Chad went
to get in, he saw that Jabari had sat next to Matty,
striking up a conversation. As he saw Chad climb in,
he relented his seat. After the last man slipped into
the tub, Juan, the party was complete.

"I'd like to make a toast!" Miguel stood up. "To my
main hombre, Juan, for keeping our bellies full!"

They raised their bottles in respect, then upturned
them.

The friendly neighborhood get together went along with
a good evening had by all. Matty and Chad bowed out
first. However, Jabari complained of an upset stomach,
so left ahead of schedule. Jacq offered to take him
home, but Juan and Miguel did the honors, explaining
they would be right back. Juan apologized over and
over, taking responsibility, afraid that he might have
spiked the appetizers with too many chilis.

Throughout most of the night Jacq couldn't keep his
eyes off of Sean. The thirty-two year old kept on
looking at his face, then his chest, stomach or back
whenever he stood up. Occasionally his cock and balls
or ass would pop up out of the water. He did take
notice of a few other things.

"How'd you get those scratches on your back, Sean?"

"Oh that? Um... ah...on the door to my room. I've been
meaning to tell my dad that the door frame is kind of
rough."

"Oh. Must've hurt."

"It's not too bad."

Ken played it cool. No way would he tell the stranger
in their midst that the lines were light welts from
their last bdsm session, earlier in the day.

"I had a similar wound like that, but the back heals
fast."

"Yeah," Sean agreed.

"In fact I think you can still see a scar from it...
yeah there it is, see?"

Jacq turned his back. Sean and Ken could see more than
a little scar.

"Looks like more than a scratch, Jacq," Ken replied,
seeing at least a dozen little lines.

"It's not that bad."

At least one of them began playing into Jacq's little
scheme.

"Well, unlike Sean here, got this from an intense
whipping."

"Whipping?" Ken inquired.

"Yeah. Played with my buddy."

"Played?" Ken asked innocently.

"Yeah. He was into the leather scene. Took me to a bar
one night. If I knew what I was in for I wouldn't have
had the third beer."

"What did he do?"

Sean took it all in, but fortunately the level of the
tub water hid his raging hardon.

"First of all, thought this was a buddy, you know,
friend? Met him a couple of weeks beforehand. Yeah, I
played right into his little game. To make a long
story short, three weeks later he invites me out for a
beer. I walk in the place, put down a few and next
thing I know he has me stripped down, in the basement
and tied out eagle-spread, standing."

"Man.." Ken says, pretending this is the first time
he's ever heard of such a thing.

But it's Sean that asks, "Then what happened?"

"Him and a buddy produce a flogger. One went to work
on my back and ass while the other did my chest and
stomach."

"Must've been painful." Sean says, glancing to Ken,
his hand on his cock, slowly stroking it to Jacq's
story."

"Yeah, but I have to admit that sexually I started
getting turned on big time. Especially when they
stopped at intervals to kiss my face and body."

Sean slipped, "So then you like some bdsm, Jacq?"

The picture became clear to Jacq now.

"I grew to like it after that first time, however now
I prefer the top position."

"Um, I better check to make sure Juan turned off the
overn," Ken offered. He hoped Sean would pick up on
it, but didn't."

"So, you and Ken are a couple, I take it, Sean?"

"Friends."

"Play together?"

"Excuse me?"

"I know what remnants of a whipping look like Sean."

Sean smiled, half embarrassed.

"Okay, so  yeah, Ken gave me the stripes."

"How deep are you into it?"

As Sean answered the question, Jacq yearned to play
with the nineteen year old. Everything about Sean
appealled to him, the wet follicles of hair covering
his chest, a bit thicker midchest, the defined trail
dipping into the water, those perky nubs, not to
mention the handsome facial features.

"I've had an interest for a couple of years."

"Played with more than one master, I take it?"

"Yeah."

"What do you get into, Sean?"

"I'm up to try anything safe and sane, with the right
guy. I can get into some intense cbt."

"Hot!"

"What do you like?"

"That's a broad subject on part, Sean. It's actually
tough to find guys that are into bdsm, in these parts.
Cbt can be one of my favorites, flogging, spanking,
assplay, nip play."

Sean smiled, saying, "Maybe I should've asked what you
'don't' get into, Jacq!"

"Hee heee... well, like yourself, Sean, there's not
much I'm not willing to try, as long as we play safe
and sane."

Sean noticed Jacq saying the word 'we'. Not that he
seemed to be against the strong possibilities of them
having some clean full together. Of course he would
want Ken in on it.

"The phone rang while I was inside. Juan and Miguel
are going to be awhile at Jabari's. He seems to
barfing something awful."

"I hope he's going to be alright."

"Say, Ken?"

"Yes, Jacq?"

"What do you say to Sean, you and I getting together
for some bdsm fun?"

"You told him, Sean?"

"Ken, he already knew. Weren't we kind of obvious?"

"Yeah, I guess. When do you want to get together,
Jacq?"

"I was thinking along the lines of right about now?"

"I don't think so. I told Miguel I'd wait here until
they get back."

"Hmm... would you mind if Sean and I took off for my
place?" Jacq pushed the issue.

"Um, ah.. um... that's up to Sean."

"Would you mind, Ken?" Sean inquired.

"I don't hold your chain, Sean."

That kind of disturbed Sean, that Ken relied in such a
sarcastic manner. He made up him mind immediately.

"I'll get dried off and dressed."

Sean heaved his body out of the tub and ran into the
house.

"Take it easy on him, Jacq."

"Oh, I will Ken and you come over when Miguel and Juan
arrive back."

"No, I don't think so. I'm kind of tired, Jacq."

"Strange, I thought you and Sean were a couple."

"Friends. We play together and that's about the extent
of it."

The thirty-two year old liked the sound of that.

"Well, if you'll excuse me, I think I better get
moving."

"Later," Is all Ken replied.

With the party over and all the guys on their way to
or from, Ken took it upon himself to clean up the
aftermath. Had some of his thoughs been, subconscious,
diversionary tactics to rid his mind of thoughts
regarding Sean?

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