Date: Fri, 25 Mar 2005 08:18:19 -0800 (PST)
From: T Chase McPhee <survivalgame@yahoo.com>
Subject: Nature Walk 13

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" 13 (M/t oral anal bdsm)
wriTten by T. Chase McPhee


%

"I don't believe that the two pipsqueeks beat us!"

"Yeah, Eric, especially since you're the oldest!"

"I think we could've won, Mark, if Denis hadn't come
in and sided with the two weasels."

"C'mon, guys I got an idea."

Stev and Eric follow Mark back to where Philip and
Aidan are packing up the game.

"Hey guys."

"What's up Mark?"

"The three of us want a rematch."

"Okay. Now?"

"No, it's too late now. Tomorrow and without Denis."

"Are you sure? Aidan and I are gonna whip your butts
again."

"Not without Denis."

Denis looks up and says, "Now do you think that's
fair, Mark?"

"Sure it is. You're  the one that gave them all the
hints."

Philip says, "That's not true. Aidan had a lot of good
moves, Mark."

"Ahem!"

Steve had just broken up what looked like a heated
argument readying to catch fire.

"Dad, Mark says the Aidan and me should play them
without Denis."

Barry butts in, "Do you think that's right, son?"

"Dad, they wouldn't have won if Denis didn't play with
them."

"So, in other words, Mark, you want to take advantage
of them because of their age?"

"Well..."

Suddenly Mark, Eric and Stev looked like the bad guys.

"Okay, never mind."

"Why don't you play with them, Mark and team up Eric,
Stev and Denis."

"Me play with the wimps?"

"We're not wimps, bozo!" Philip yells at Mark.

"Hey.. hey. Now namecalling isn't going to solve
anything."

"I'll play with Aidan and my bro."

They all looked at Tom.

"I don't see what's the big deal, just because they're
little kids," Tom replied.

Denis says, "Yeah, it would be about even. I'm
sixteen, Tom's fourteen, the squirt's are ten and
eleven and you guys are fourteen, sixteen and how old
are you Stev?"

"Fifteen."

Steve offers, "I think that about evens it up."

Stev voices his opinion, "I think we should get one of
the little guys."

"Good thinking, buddy!" Mark, the sixteen year old
says, patting him on the shoulder.

"Okay, so tomorrow we'll team up for the Oceanopoly
Championship."

Aidan asks, "But I don't want to play against Philip."

"And I don't want to play against Aidan," Philip
announced.

"I know!"

"What Aidan?"

"Philip and I can play Oceanopoly and you guys can
play one of the other Monopoly games."

"You mean there's other's Philip?"

Steve goes over to the game closet and opens the
cupboard door.

"Sure, take your pick!"

The boys just about keel over when they see the
cabinet filled from top to bottom with about fifty
different species of Monopoly.

"Holy Cow!" Tom exclaims.

Mark says, "Hey, they've got the NASCAR Monopoly!"

"Yeah," Tom says, "And the Motownopoly," and then
pointing down the whole left row, reads off, "Dogs,
Lord Of The Rings, Green Bay Packers, Coca Cola,
Looney Tunes, Lionel Trains, Muppets, NY Yankees, NHL,
State of Utah, Golf, Astronomy, Surfing, Disney, Betty
Boop... Who's Betty Boop?"

They all giggle at Tom's reaction.

Barry asks, "Do they have the Martha Stewart
Monopoly?"

Steve replies, "The prison version?"

Denis gets it, knowing what a Martha Stewart fan his
dad is, but the rest of the boys snicker at the joke.

"Hey look Aidan! Garfield!"

"Cool, let's play that one tomorrow, Philip!"

"Hey dad!"

"Evening fellows."

"We just wanted to let you know that we made it home."

"Thanks Chad. I appreciate that."

Mark asks, "Chad, how did you get all wet?"

"Oh, we were in Miguel and Juan's hot tub."

Matty adds, "Yeah, we had a really nice time."

Philip asks, "Matty, did you find out if Miguel is
mixed up with your blood?"

They all giggled at Phillips inquiry.

"Yeah, I did. We both have the same dad, but not the
same mother."

"Huh?"

"Look, we're tired. Can I fill you in tomorrow little
bro?"

"Who me?" Philip asks.

"No, your brother Sam!" Matty replies.

"Matty?"

"What Squirt?"

"I've had it up to here with your brother Sam jokes!"

Laughter fills the room, as Phillip touches his
forehead with his flat palm.

"G'night'all."

"Oh, is Sean with you Matty?"

"Um, no Steve. He's still hanging with Ken."

"Okay. Thanks. Just so I know."

The two guys bow out, heading up to their room.

%

"Care for a drink, Sean?"

"Um, no thanks, Jacq."

"Excited?"

"Yeah, sure."

"So, up for some cbt?"

"Sure."

"How much pain can you take?"

"I'm not sure. I've never really tested it."

"Are you up for some roleplaying or want to skip to
the torture?"

"Anything you want to do, Jacq."

The thirty-two year old likes Sean's answers. Tonight
he feels like a few hours of intense play.

"In that case, Sean, strip for me."

No only does Sean start peeling off his clothes, but
Jacq does the same.

"C'mon, let's go downstairs."

Sean follows Jacq down the basement stairs. Unlike
their own basement, Sean sees that two of the windows
have been cemented up. Jacq turns the knob of a metal
door, opens it and flicks a switch.

"Heeey, is this real?"

"Yep. Everything you see in here is the authentic,
Sean."

"I've never been this close to dungeon furniture
before."

"Ready to try some of it out?"

"Yeah, cool!"

Jacq took his time with Sean. If he played him out
correctly, he could have a hot jock to play with.
Maybe even his own bitch for when his other master
friends got together.

"Got a question for you Sean."

"Sure, Jacq."

As Jacq lifts Sean's left arm up to secure to the
leather cuff, hanging from a chain, he works at
finding out various kinds of information from the
nineteen year old.

"What does your dad think of all this?"

"My dad doesn't know."

"He hasn't seen..."

"Owwch!"

"Too tight?"

"No, it's fine, Jacq."

"My dad doesn't see me without my clothes off."

"Don't you go to the beach?"

"I haven't had that problem. There hasn't been any
long lasting marks on my skin. Besides, all there are
around here is mostly mountains and a dinky lake."

"You're a funny guy, Sean."

"Yeah, um, Jacq, you play with many guys?"

"I've played with fellas that have guys to play with,
but never had a boy of my own since I've moved here."

"When was that?"

"It's been almost two years, Sean. Hmm, nice set of
balls you've got here."

Sean's hard as a rock as Jacq rolls his orbs around in
his hand.

"Want to play with them?"

"Sure. Ever had a parachute put on them? Weights?"

"Ken tied a rope around my balls and hung his barbell
from my them."

"Hmm, good start, Sean."

"Thanks."

Next thing Sean knows, Jacq is stroking his nips.

"Any nip torture?"

"None other than having my nips squeezed with fingers
and thumbs."

"OKay. I know you've been flogged."

"Been whipped too, with a leather belt."

"Where?"

"Ass, back, a little on my chest."

"Ever have your balls whipped?"

"Oh no."

"Hee heee... do I detect a reluctance there, Sean?"

"I'm not against anything, as long as you know what
you're doing Jacq."

"How about watersports?"

"I'll try it, but no scat."

"I'll second that!"

Sean started to warm up to Jacq. He could seem to
sense that like himself, he was out to have a good,
safe time. At least he cared enough to ask.

"How about assplay?"

"Well, I've had some fingers up there. I've been
fucked, but that's about all. Um, Ken had a buttplug
he was ready to try, but we didn't get to it."

"Oh?"

"Yeah, I owed Ken, so he wanted to wait til we got
together with his cousin to use it."

"His cousin, huh?"

"Yeah, we were in the midsts of planning a four day
weekend."

Jacq liked that idea immensely. Right away he thought
about shifting his work schedule around.

"Sounds nice. Still willing to keep that four day
weekend?"

"I promised Ken already."

"Think he would mind if I came along?"

"I don't know, but if you want to, you and I could
plan our own four day weekend, if you want to Jacq."

'Even better', Jacq summised.

"So, you going to try that parachute on my balls,
Jacq?"

"Sure. I want to give you your safewords first."

"Okay."

"I won't stop unless I here the words, 'Mercy, Sir'."

"Sounds cool."

"Now remember, if you scream out 'stop' or 'I've had
enough', I wouldn't stop. Not until you say, "Mercy,
Sir."

"Okay. I know, 'sir'!"

Jacq smiles at Sean's word of respect.

"How long to you want to play, Sean?"

"I don't care. As long as you do, Jacq."

"You're giving me a lot of leeway here, Sean."

"I know. I have a favor to ask, too."

"Oh, what's that Sean?"

"At the end of our play can I sack out on your sofa?"

"Meaning you want to stay here for the night."

"Right. I don't really want to drag myself into my
house tonight, after our fun."

Jacq liked that idea. Both idea in fact; the fun and
staying overnight.

"No problem, Sean."

Sean looked down at the apparatus Jacq had in his
hands. The open black collar readying to slip it
around his balls at the base of his cock. Without
further ado, that's what Jacq did.

"How does it feel, boy?"

"Good... 'Sir'."

Jacq smiled at Sean.  Then he temporarily left his
sight, returning with some metal balls with little
hooks attached.

"We'll go easy this time."

"Thanks."

Sean, tied eagle-spread, leather cuffs attached to
this wrists and ankles, stretched outwards in the form
of an 'X', looked downwards, as Jacq squatted between
his legs. He could feel his balls being toyed with, as
one of the metal balls had been attached to the ball
parachute.

"Ugggh!"

"Okay, Sean?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Not too heavy is it?"

"No."

"You're doing a nice job."

"Thanks."

Sean looked down again as he felt his balls being
toyed with.

"Arrrrrgghhhhh!" He threw his head back, as the
pressure built up on dragging his balls lower.

Sean received a pleasant surprise when he tasted a
salty liquid.

"You're leaking like crazy Sean."

"Happens."

"Liking this a lot are you?"

"Yeah."

After coating Sean's lips with his own precum, oozing
from his cock, Jacq leaned in to taste his boy's
coated lips.

"Mmmmm... you taste good Sean."

Sean had never been kissed by a guy older than Ken or
Matty.

"Mmmm... love a guy with hairy pits."

Sean sighed louder, but not in pain as his left armpit
became moist with Jacq's tongue flicking over the
thick hair.

"Ooooooooh," Sean let out, as the pain from his balls
mixed with the delight his armpit projected.

Jacq really played the college jock up, running his
soft hands up and down the sides of his body, then
moving closer, Jacq's own hairy chest and stomach
rubbing against Sean's.
Next, he sighed when his nips began getting mashed by
Jacq's hands. Sean arched his back when the nip
pleasure turned to pain.

>From below, Jacq returned another fingerful of precum,
touching it to Sean's palate and then enjoying the
offering with him.

%

"So, Matty are you happy about what you found out?"

"Yeah. Tell you the truth, Chad, there wasn't much to
it. I wonder how come Alberto didn't fill me in?"

"Maybe Alberto had a tough time talking about it.
Besides, Matty, I noticed you didn't have a problem
facing Miguel's naked body while he explained it."

"Chad Barr, you scumbag!"

After that little altercation, the two bare jocks
turned towards each other, rubbing and kissing.

"Happy?"

"Yeah, I am and I don't believe it's only been two
days, Chad."

"Going on three, Matty."

"Chad, what are you going to do after graduating?"

"I planned on college."

"No, I mean what is your interest. Career plans?"

"Tell you the truth, I wasn't sure Matty. I thought
about maybe following in my dad's footsteps, why?"

"Just getting a feel for things."

"Matty Bridges, you're hiding something from me!"

"Damn, Chad. I can't believe you've only known me for
two days and you can tell something like that
already!"

"Well, Matty? Do I have to tie you to the bed and
tickle it out of you?"

"Noooooo way. Not after what happened today!"

"Hee heeeee.. I did have fun having my way with you
Matty."

"Tell you the truth, Chad, even though the other guys
were playing with my body, I only sensed what you were
doing as pleasurable."

"Mmmmmmmm...." Chad forgot all about what it was they
were chatting about and moved in for some kissing.

Lying completely over on Matty's dark turf, he reached
around him, pocketing his asscheeks in his hands.

"Chad, claim me."

"What was that Matty?"

"Take me."

"Are you sure?"

"Well aren't you, Chad?"

To answer Matty's question, Chad smothered Matty's
lips with his own. He didn't need to worry about his
cock being stiff enough to claim Matty's ass.

"Matty?"

"Yeah, Chad?"

"I want to let you know that I've never fucked a guy."

"And I've never been fucked, Chad."

"But you and Sean?"

"Okay, he never fucked me, but I almost fucked him."

"Almost? How does that go Matty?"

"We were young guys, fifteen. My cock wasn't even half
as long as it is now."

"Doesn't matter Matty. It's your's and Sean's
business, I guess shouldn't meddle."

"No, it's your business too Chad and as I said, kid's
stuff. No big deal."

"I believe you, Matty. Um, do you want it now before
it starts to wilt?"

In answer to Chad's question, Matty grabbed hold of
his thighs.

"Ooooh I'm sorry Chad!"

"Hell, Matty, you almost kicked my teeth out. If I'd
know you were going to be this dangerous at sex, I
would've worn a football helmet!"

"Are you alright, Chad. I think your lip is split."

"Well one thing, I'll have to pass on Juan's
quesadillas!"

The two sat facing each other, as Matty had let his
legs down, dabbing Chad's split lip with a tissue.

"What a way to start a partnership with a split lip."

"Matty, get over it."

When Matty looked down, he saw another disappointment.
He lay down with his head on the pillow, with some
directions for his lover.

"Chad, sit on my chest."

"Your chest?"

"Yeah, I need to stiffen up your fuck tool!"

Chad laughed, but didn't turn down the request.
Straddling Matty, sat on his dark, hairy turf.

"Hmm..."

"What?"

"Your fur feels great on my ass, Matty."

"Yeah, it's probably going to smell like it, too
Chad."

"heee heee... that'll make you shut up!"

Matty loved shutting up though, as he savored the
taste of Chad's prime meat. But he popped it out of
his mouth after a half second.

"Lay down, Chad."

"But I thought you said.... whooooaaaa!"

"Hee hee... pushing my weight around."

Chad spilled over into the bed, as Matty gave him a
push aside. Giving in, Chad lay there with Matty
above, zeroing in on his pubes.

"Ooooooh shiiiiit!" Chad groaned as Matty dove onto
his seven inch pistol.

As Matty licked and teased Chad's tool, Chad ran his
hands down his own stomach, then right on to Matty's
shoulders.

"Oh man you have such smooth skin Matty."

Matty groaned back, not wanting to talk with his mouth
full.

"Ooooh that feels so hot."

Chad got hotter as Matty switched to coating each orb
with his saliva and then pressed his nose to the
mattress in order to tongue his delicious hole.

"It's time, Matty."

They quickly switched places.

"Got any condoms and lube, Matty?"

"Nope," he smiled up at Chad. "You plan on fucking
more than one guy for the rest of your life Chad
Barr?"

Chad smiled, saying, "How about the lube?"

"Improvise!"

That Chad did. He reached over between Matty's legs
and squeezed some natural lube juice out of his
fountain of youth and then applied it to his claiming
tool. Matty once again assumed 'the position'. Chad
inched his way up to Matty's ass.

"No going back."

"I know."

They sealed their 'vows' with a kiss and then Chad
lined up his pistol, readying to shoot his load.

"Oooooh!"

"Hurt?"

"A little, but I don't really give a fuck!"

Chad giggled, but then retreated to his previous
feelings of the tip of his cock sinking into the ass
of his claimed lover.

%

"Well, Steve, we made it."

"Yeah, funny thing is I feel more comfortable with the
door unlocked and being this close to you Barry."

"I don't believe how things turned out today. It's
like everything falling into place naturally."  Barry
made a motion with his hand, like a priest blessing
the sacraments.

"Things sometimes have a way of working out like
that."

"Steve, what do you think about our families... hee
heee.."

"What Barry?"

"Shackin' up together?"

"Haa ha ha ha haa... hey, I don't plan on having any
family orgies, Barry."

"I know. But seriously, do you think we can make it
work out?"

"I'm sure there will be some problems, Barry, but
damn, I feel so strong about this."

Before they talked on, Steve and Barry combined lips
for reassurance of their good intentions.

"Oh man do I love feeling up your hairy body, Barry."

"Even my belly?"

"Hah! Y'know, I do like your belly."

Steve moved down, put his lips to Barry's bear belly
and blew a 'raspberry' into it.

"Heeeeeey that tickles!"

"Hmm, now I know where to get even."

"Barry also groaned, as Steve quickly darted in and
out of his navel."

"Mmmm... now wasn't that a pleasant surprise!"

"Yeah, to be continued."

The two laughed and then settled down, side by side
for some rounds of talk.

"So are you interested in moving, Steve?"

"Moving?"

"Yes. You thought maybe you would like a change of
scenery, so I figured maybe you would like to move to
the other side of the fence."

"Well, your place is a helluva lot bigger than mine!"

"Steve, what do you think about the boys? I mean,
especially Aidan and Phillip. Do you think they should
room together?"

"That's a tough call Barry. I think it would be wise
to start them out in separate rooms."

"I was thinking that myself."

"What? That you and I should have separate rooms,
Barry."

"No, dummy! Aidan and Philip!"

"Ooooh, I like it when you get mad and grab my pec,
Barry."

"You mean like this, Steve?"

"Ooooooooooh...."

"Hee heeee... sensitive nips, huh?"

"Yeah..."

"Hmmmm..."

Barry decides to hell with the serious talk. Battling
Steve over on his back, he plops his package down on
his pubes and pressses his tongue dead center into his
right nip.

"Ooooooooooooooh," Steve lies back, his hands going to
his forehead.

"Mmmmm I see something else I like, too!"

"OOooooooooh," Steve groans some more as Barry jumps
to Steve's lightly haired armpit.

"Yuck!"

"What?"

"Tasteless deoderant, Steve."

They both roar with laughter at Barry taking a tissue
and wiping his tongue off.

"Guess ya gotta catch me shower-fresh, Barry!"

"I guess that does it."

"Heeeey, I was just getting comfy with your oral
pleasures, love."

"Love? Getting kinda personal are we?"

"Yeah, well, if we're going to shack up together, why
not?"

At the point Steve takes over the oralization of
Barry's body, going first for that deep bellyhole,
surrounded by that matt of dark brown bear fuzz.

"Oooooooh yeah!"

He pulled out to say, "Next time you send this
bellybutton through the dryer, make sure it comes out
lint free!"

"Do I?"

"Hee heeeee.. nah, but it was fun making you think you
did, Barry!"

"Come over here you scalliwag!"

For the next ten or fifteen minutes they offered each
other sweet kisses until they fell under the spell of
sleep.

%

"Are you awake, Denis?"

"Yup and I'm waiting for you, Tom."

"I'm nervous."

"Of course you are Tom. If you were gay you probably
wouldn't be."

"I guess."

"So, what do I do Denis?"

"Take off those bottoms."

"My PJ's?"

"Yeah. Look! I don't have any pants on, Tom."

Tom sure did notice Denis' cock, already hardened up
to what looked to be about a maxed out, five inches.

"Come on in my bed with me, Tom."

"But I'm not gay, Denis."

"What do you expect to do, Tom? Suck my cock by
leaning over the bed?"

The fourteen year old still wasn't sure about all of
this, but saw Denis' logic. So he climbed in the
sixteen year old's bed, sitting with his back up
against the headboard, next to Denis.

"So, what's next?"

"Hee heee..."

"What's so funny, Denis?"

"Not funny, but okay, funny to me, but this is kind of
funny that, Tom, I actually like how your cock looks."

"Like how my cock looks, Denis?"

"Yeah, there's this like, um attraction?"

"I still don't get it."

"Can I touch your cock, Tom?"

"If you don't, I guess I'm never know what Ken meant
about when another guy touches another guy's cock and
how it feels."

Tom wouldn't recall this later, but Denis would talk
about Tom's first experience and how he actually
sweated to the point of having tearlike drops of sweat
dripping down his chest and stomach.

"Oooh wow!"

"Hee heeee... Ken was right, huh Tom?"

"Sure was! I can't believe it, Denis."

Instead of asking, Denis turned around in front of
Tom, sitting on his hands and knees. Like a novice
would, Tom turned his head to look underneath Denis'
frame. Of course his cock and balls hung down from his
crotch.

"Denis, you sure do have a big one and big ones!"

"Go ahead, Tom."

"What?"

"Touch the big one and big ones."

"I can't reach them, Denis."

"Then slide down till you can, Tom."

"I don't know, Denis. I wouldn't want to do anything
gay."

"How could you, Tom, when you're straight."

"Yeah, I guess."

So, Tom, using Denis' shoulders for leverage, slid
down the sheets until he was sure he could reach his
objective.

"Oh wow! Ken's right! This feels awesome to touch your
cock and balls, Denis!"

"I'll say! Oooooooooh!"

Tom lay under Denis' physique totally mesmerized by
the fact that it seemed totally cool to hold another
guys cock, especially when it started to become
engourged with blood, thickening up right within his
hand. When his hand fell into his own crotch and
discovered the same coincidence, he didn't wonder why
Denis now crooned out loudly.

"Denis, this feels so good."

"Good enough to taste, Tom?"

"I.... I don't know."

"Well, sorry and I know if this sounds selfish, but I
just gotta do it!"

Denis' outpouring of emotional bondage let loose it's
wrath on Tom. That first vision of a sugar plum
dancing between his legs resurfaced in his mind and he
had to taste it. Moving to his hips, then lips, he
zeroed in on Tom's cock.
So loud had the reverberation of Tom's lips sound out
the equally sexual engulfing that it brought down the
house.

"Oh shit! Denis is sucking Tom's cock!"

The door to Denis' room flew open and two pairs of
eyes saw Denis in action, sucking away on Tom's rod.

"Mark, your brother's gay!"

Tom saw only the horror in the act. The absolute
embarrassment of his older brother Mark, seeing him, a
straight guy, getting his cock sucked by a gay guy!

"Owwwwwwwch! Fuck Tom! What'd you do that for?"

Just about bowling Mark Eric over, Tom lit out of the
room, leaving Denis kneeling on the floor.

"Are you alright, Denis?"

"I... I think my jaw's broken!"

"Hey! What's happening here?"

Mark looks to the doorway. His eyes are as wide as
saucers, gazing upon the two dads in the buff.

"Dad, you have no clothes on!"

"Um, uh... oh yeah."

Eric, not too remotely shocked, asks, "Dad, are you
and Uncle Barry sleeping together?"

Mark, realizing what Eric might be saying as truth,
asks his dad, "Is that true, dad?"

"Well, uh."

Then, Denis, who already knows the truth spells out
the major blunder, "Yeah, Mark. Your dad is gay."

"Mark, let's talk about this."

"No, I can't believe your gay and you didn't tell me
about it, dad! How could you do this to me!"

"Mark, don't run off. Let's...."

"Denis?" Is all Steve could say to his son.

"Sorry dad. I guess I shouldn't have opened my big
mouth."

Eric replies, "Dad, is it true? Is Mark's dad gay?"

"Yeah son. It's true. Are you hurt Denis?"

"My jaw hurts."

"Yeah," Eric replies the known facts, "Tom really
punched Denis out."

"But it wasn't Tom's fault," Denis defended, "it's
kind of mine."

"Your fault, Denis? How's that go?"

"Yeah. Remember how we talked about me and Tom giving
each other a blow job?"

The fourteen year old, middle-aged Clark blurts out,
"Dad, you knew Denis and Tom were having sex?"

"Eric, dad and Tom's dad left it up to us to..."

"Wow dad, you gave them permission to have sex?"

"It's not the way it sounds, Eric."

"Oh."

Denis and his dad exchange glances. To break the ice,
Barry shows up at the door with his two sons. By this
time, Tom has slipped a pair of PJ bottoms on, Mark
had the full outfit and Barry still needed some
coverups. The trio stood in the door.

"Steve," Barry began, "I think we all need to talk."

"I agree."

They herded all the boys together, going into the
master bedroom. Steve tossed Barry a robe. Denis,
realizing he had been the only guy in the buff,
reported back to his room and came back wearing
boxers. Barry and Steve sat in each of the high
backed, padded chairs. The four guys picked a corner
of the bed.

Steve, acting as mediator, began with, "Well, I think
we should have everything out the way it is and not
the way it looks."

Mark says right away, "Dad, how come you didn't tell
us you are gay?"

"Mark, I'm not going to say that I'm right in keeping
it from you, but I didn't come out to tell you because
I didn't want to hurt you."

"But it hurts me that you didn't."

"I can see that."

"Mark?"

"What?" He replies to Steve.

"I know this is hard for you, but..."

"How could you know how I feel Steve? It isn't your
mother that was killed and now..."

"Yes, now Mark? What about now?"

"Now I find out that my dad is gay."

"Mark?"

"What Tom?"

"Well, I knew dad was gay."

"You did? Dad told you and not me?"

"No, Mark. Dad didn't tell me he was gay."

"Then how....."

"Mom told me."

Denis questions, "Your mom knew your dad was gay?"

"Listen boys," Steve continues, "why don't we do this.
You're dad told me yesterday that he came out here to
the midwest to start a new life for you boys."

Eric says, "We know our dad is gay and it doesn't
bother us."

"That's because your gay, Eric."

"But what's the difference if your dad is gay? You
still love him, don't you?"

As Steve's saying goes, Eric just hit the nail on the
head.
By this time, Barry's head had been buried in his
hands, trying to figure out how this would all work
out. Suddenly, at Barry's side, his two sons knelt.

Tom asked, "Dad, are you crying?"

"No," Barry replied, with the lump in his throat and
his eyes moist.

Mark got up, plopped down on his dad's lap and hugged
him.

"Dad, I love you. You don't have to get upset."

"I wanted to make everything so right for all of us.
Maybe I shouldn't have even come here to stay at
Steve's."

"Hey, don't go blaming yourself, Barry. It's more my
fault for pushing myself on you."

"You did that, Dad?" Denis, the older Clark boy asked
of his dad.

"Yeah."

"Hey, I have a brain too, you know, Steve?" Barry
said, in regards to Steve's actions being on his own.

"Hey, dad?"

"Yes, Mark?"

"Nevermind."

"No, what, son? If this is important, I think I should
hear you out?"

"Dad, do you like Steve a lot?"

"In what way do you mean?"

Denis, the one who started the original sparks flying,
says, "Your dad loves my dad."

"Denis!"

"No, no Steve," Barry tries to ease Steve's tension,
"we're all trying to settle this, so let's be honest
with each other. Mark, even though it's been only
about two days, I've grown very fond of Steve."

"And you laid with him in bed and liked him a lot?"

"Yes, Mark."

"Dad, I'm not mad that you did."

"You're not, Mark? Why?"

"Because... because of all of us guys being together.
I mean, some of guys are straight and some of you guys
are gay, but like Chad. I'm not going to hate him
because he's gay and dad, I can't hate you. I love you
dad."

Mark through his arms around his dad and hugged him
tightly. Tom enclosed the two in a trio-hug.  Barry
let the dam break.

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"Wow! The place is spotless, Ken!"

"I figured you guys might be tired when you got in.
How's Jabari?"

Miguel answered, "Juan wasn't satisfied til Kenya and
I drove him to the hospital."

"Hospital! Wow! I wonder how Sean is?"

"Calm down, Ken. It wasn't Juan's cooking. Jabari had
acute appendicitis."

"Oh noooo! Is he okay?"

"Yeah. Kenya is staying with her brother and we'll
double back in a little while to cover her."

"The poor guy."

"Sean leave?"

"Um, yeah."

Miguel and Juan sensed some strangeness in the fact.
Somehow in the way Ken replied to their query.

"Want to talk about it, Ken?"

"About what Miguel?"

"Nothing. Sorry. I shouldn't butt into other people's
business."

"Alright. So you noticed. Okay, Sean left before me
with Jacq."

"Really, hombre. I thought you two were tight?" Juan
implied.

"I thought so too."

"Would you like a drink, Ken?"

"Would it be an imposition to ask for a cup of
coffee?"

"None."

So, the three went ahead into the kitchen, Juan
scooping out the Pico.

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"Ughhhh! Akkkkkkkkkkkkkkk! Akkkkkkkkkk!"

"Okay, Sean?"

"Yea...yeah...."

"Your back has a nice red color to it."

"Tha..thank..ssss.."

"But I think that's enough for tonight."

"If....if... you sa...say so."

"You know you've taken over four hundred lashes on
your back, Sean?" Jacq posed the question, more like
an enlightening fact.

"More...."

"No, that's enough for now, Sean."

"Fuck it! More!"

Jacq stepped back, trailed the long frond whipping
instrument behind him and tore into Sean's back,
wrapping it around his body. Some or the tail ends of
the flogger's tips snapped at the edges of Sean's
pecs, or mid belly. He screamed loudly.

Sean screamed out, "Noooo dad!"

"Dad?" Jacq questioned.

"No more...." signs of Sean regressing into some type
of trance made Jacq halt the onslaught of lashes
across Sean's blades. "pleaaase... dad..."

Jacq immediately loosened the ball parachute, letting
it drop on the cement floor. He left on the nasty nip
clamps, but uncuffed Sean's ankles, then his wrists,
catching him on his own chest, as Sean's body buckled
and he fell forward. Cupping one arm around his back,
he drew Sean up into this arms, in a carrying
position, Sean's legs in the small of his arm.  Slowly
climbing the stairs, a loop on his leather pants got
snagged at the bottom of the railing. Suddenly the
door at the top of the stairs flew open.

"I'm here for Sean!"

"Good. Help me out here, Ken'ichi."

"What did you do to him?"

"Just help me get him upstairs."

"Yeah man, sure."

Ken grabbed Sean under the pits. He sighed in pain as
his red, whipped back fell against Ken's clothes. Jacq
brought up the rear, as he unhooked his belt loop from
the railing. The two carried Sean up to the livingroom
and deposited him on the sofa.

"Ken, run upstairs and pull the blankets from the
first bed you find, then cover Sean."

"What did you do to him?"

"Just do it if you care about Sean!"

Jacq got on the phone, dialing in a bunch of numbers.

"Hello! Roberts, you have to get over here and now!
Noooo, it's nothing like that! Yeah, right. Just get
your ass over here and quick!"

Ken came tearing down the stairs, blankets in his
arms.

"What's wrong with Sean?"

"Whatever happened to him long ago, seems to have
snapped inside of him."

"Were you two doing a lot of..."

"We were playing consentually, Ken and whatever had
affected Sean, has sent him into some kind of
regressive shock. My friend will be here shortly. I'm
positive he can help Sean."

"Maybe I should call his dad."

"Yes, but after awhile, Ken. I think it's wise to have
Dr. Roberts help him out, if he can."

"Okay. What else can I do, Jacq?"

"Hug him."

Ken got down in front of the sofa, kneeling on the
floor. Sean sure looked out of it, his eyes glassy and
making some kind of mumble-jumble sounds about his
dad.

"He's saying something about being good... what does
that mean?"

"I'm not sure. Dr. Roberts knows more about this stuff
than I do."

Jacq della Croix, more of a therapist than a
full-fledged psychiatrist, knew of Dr. Gary Roberts as
both a professional and on occasion, a personal basis.
One of their close encounters brought out the facts
that Dr. Roberts' past experieces has dealt with many
a case history of child abuse, as a result of a parent
battering their offspring.
>From inside the closed up house, they here the squeel
of tires around the corner. Jacq jumped up from his
chair and ran to the door.

"Thanks for coming babe."

Jacq led him right to Sean's side.

"Excuse me," Dr. Roberts said to Ken, whom uprighted
himself from Sean's chest.

"Gary, this is Ken, the young man's boyfriend."

He took a glance at Ken, then continued working on
Sean. After taking his blood pressure, he probed his
vital signs, then struck his eyes point blank with the
beam of a powerful flashlight.

"Get an ambulance here right away, Jacq. Have you
called the boy's parents?"

"I... I didn't know what to say. Is he bad?"

"Well, he's not going to die or anything, but his
heart is racing something fierce. I'll give him
something, but we need that ambulance here pronto and
you... Ken, you know the boy's dad?"

"Yes, sir."

"Call him."

So, Ken whipped out his cellphone, while Jacq went to
dial 911.

%

"Now who can that be at this hour of the morning!"

Denis picked up the phone from the night table.

"Dad, it's Ken he says he needs to talk to you. I
think it's an emergency!"

Steve tore out of his chair and literally grabbed the
phone from his son's hand. All the other guys in the
room looked to Steve with sighs of discomfort.

"What the fuck? I'll be right there... yeah... yeah...
okay, we'll go to the hospital... meet you there!"

"What's wrong Steve?"

"My boy Sean... my Sean... gotta go!"

"What's wrong with Sean, dad?"

Without further explanation, Steve grabs a pair of
Jeans, fuck the briefs, and then a sweatshirt. He
steps into his sneakers, laces still tied, forgetting
the socks.

"Take care of the boys, babe!" He yells to Barry as he
tears out of the room.

"You bet!" Barry returns telling the tail of Steve's
wind.

"What's wrong with Sean?"

"I don't know... um... all of you boys run to your
rooms and put some clothes on."

"Is Sean in the hospital dad?"

"I don't know, but I think we need to get ourselves
together and be there."

Eric, the youngest began to cry. Barry took him in his
arms.

"C'mon Eric," Barry comforted him, taking him along
with the boys, just grabbing up his jeans and a
sweatshirt. "Tom, grab my sneakers."

Mark took it upon himself to grab his dad's boxer
briefs and socks, squashed flat in the chair they sat
in.

"Ready guys?"

After dressed, Barry called for the boys and at the
same time, dialed Bernice's number.

In moments the Bridges' home had been cast in light.
Hogcalling brought Matty and Chad into play, to watch
after Philip and Aidan. In no time Bernice and Alberto
were ready to fly down to the hospital.

When they reached the hospital, Alberto proved that
white elephants can fly. In no time they boarded the
self opening doors to the emergency room. Bernice,
knowing everybody in West Highland, threw her weight
around to get the lowdown on Sean. Then she found out
that the family occupied the waiting room on the top
floor, or third story.

"Stevie... oh my Stevie!" Bernice hogcalled out, most
likely waking the basement morgue!

"Bernice, thank you for coming."

"How could I not! How's our boy?"

"He's in some kind of shock. They're working on him
now."

Barry hung in the wings, chatting with Alberto. Soon
after the second onslaught of the extended family
arrived.

"Dad!" Aidan ran across the room. Bernice stepped out
the way just in time for him to jump into his dad's
arms.

"Is Sean going to be alright dad?"

Across the room Aidan's words resounded in echo, as
Philip questioned his dad in the same. Both dad's
glanced at each other. Funny thing is, the boys
received an almost identical answer, at the same time,
reassuring them both that Sean would be alright.

"Ken, what happened?" Matty looked at him.

Ken looked at Jacq della Croix, the current badguy of
the hour.

"Um, Sean became upset. I think he had some kind of
relapse in his memories of the past. I don't really
know."

For now, Ken kept everyone in the dark about the
details, along with Jacq and Steve, whom for now
didn't know anything of the bdsm play.

Along one wall of the waiting room, on a leather sofa
sat Matty and Chad, with Philip and Aidan in their
laps, with Denis, Tom, Eric and Mark all wedged in the
final two and half cushions. The dads stood talking
with Alberto and Bernice.

"Aunt Bernice?"

"Kade and Jade?"

"Yes. Did Miguel call you?"

"No, Barry did."

"How did he know that Jabari is here?" Kade asked her.

"Jabari is here? We're not here for him, but why is
Jabari here?"

"Kenya called us to say that Jabari had appendicitis."

"Oh my word, no! When did this happen?"

Ken speaks up, "I'm sorry I didn't mention it. I've
been all worried about Sean."  Ken's chin sunk to his
chest.

Matty passed Philip over to Chad, saying, "Here
Squirt, hang with your brother a minute."

"Hey, Ken. You okay?" Matty asked the troubled Asian.

"Yeah, man."

"I think I'll get some coffee. Anybody else?" Jacq
asked, but more using it as an excuse to leave
temporarily.

When Matty took Jacq's chair and began talking with
Ken,  Steve detected more than Ken's mere attraction
for Sean, as a boyfriend. Bernice and Alberto excused
themselves to follow Kade and Jade out of the room,
still chatting.

As Sunday morning approached, the rays poured through
the blind, hitting the leather coach that resembled
one long, ongoing bed.

Tom pressed Denis awake, "Hey Denis? Denis?"

"Huh?"

"Denis, wake up. I have to go to the jon."

"Huh? Okay... me too."

The noise caught on and soon jons flushed all over the
hospital.  Barry had escorted Aidan and Philip out of
the room. While in the jon they threw cool water on
their faces and wiped them down with paper towels.
They convinced the sole dad to do the same.

"I'm gonna take my dad back a wet towel to throw in
his face," Aidan offered.

"And I'll take a dry one to scrape the water off,"
Philip added.

Barry thought it how thoughtful of the two.

"Hey dad, I brought you a rag to wipe the grease off
your face," Aidan highly suggested.

"Yeah and here's a towel to wipe it off ya, Dad
Steve," Philip replied, waiting for Steve to douse his
face.

"Thank you, Philip."

"No problem!"

"Hey, Philip?"

"What Mark?"

"You called Uncle Steve, 'dad' Steve."

"I know because we're all going to be shackin' up in
the same house."

"We are dad?" Mark asked his dad, but not like it
seemed anything out of the usual.

Chad throws an extra wrench into the works by saying,
"You are dad?"

"'We' are, Chad."

Dad and Chad exchanged some glances. Both knew words
were in order, but this wasn't the opportunity for
trading off thoughts.

"Hi dad."

"Sean, son are you alright?"

Sitting in a wheelchair a cute orderly had rolled Sean
into the room. His words seemed a bit groggy.

"I... I'll... be alriight...Ken? You...you're here?"

"Only if you want me to be Sean."

A tear show in his eye as his hand came unglued from
the arm of the wheelchair. Steve stood back from
rubbing his son's shoulder, like surrendering Sean to
Ken.

"Steve, I think I'll see about taking the troops back
home."

To the rescue, Alberto and Bernice show, Miguel and
Juan by their sides. The two latinos approach Sean,
giving him a quick hug, likewise with Ken, Matty and
Chad.

Philip say, "Hey, how about me, pesos?"

"Pesos?" Juan says to Squirt.

"Yeah. It's the only one I know of your languish."

"Hmmm... you and me need to get together and learn so
Spanish, muchacho!"

"What's that, Juan?"

"Muchacho means boy, but it's too early in the morning
for Spanish lessons."

"Juan?"

"Si, Aidan?"

"Can you learn me some of that Spanish talk, too?"

"Si, but later. Mucho later!"

"Hey Miguel?"

"Yes, Aidan?"

"Are you and Matty brothers?"

"Um... yes," Miguel let it go as, glancing to Matty.
For Aidan's age, it seemed like the most complacent
answer.

"Mr. Clark?"

"Yes?"

"Dr. Roberts."

"Yes, doctor?"

"May I speak to you in private?"

"I'll take the boys home," Barry offered.

However, Alberto and Bernice picked up on it,
"Nonsense, you wait here with Steve. We'll handle the
little urchins!"

Kade and Jade entered the room as Alberto let out a
huge yawn.

"Why don't we take the children for now?"

"And reap a fate worse than death on ya, Jade honey?"

"Kade and I would love to have the children come to
our home."

Kade adds, "They were all invited anyway and you've
been here all night Bernice."

"I guess I could use forty winks at that. Thank ya
Jade honey."

"Not a problem Aunt Bernice," Jade replied.

Alberto offers Kade the keys to the white elephant.

So it worked out anyway, whereas Matty and Chad stayed
with Ken and Sean. Barry accompanied Steve in to hear
Dr. Roberts out. Bernice and Alberto took Barry's car
along home with them.

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