Date: Sat, 2 Apr 2005 11:31:16 -0800 (PST)
From: T Chase McPhee <survivalgame@yahoo.com>
Subject: Nature Walk 20

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" 20 (M/t oral chest2chest)
wriTten by T. Chase McPhee

%

"What's this Sean?"

"I don't know, Jacq. I just figured since you had all
these patients to see that I'd make it easy for you
when you got home."

"Sean?"

"Yeah?"

"Don't tell me that you didn't go to college today?"

Sean, the pitiful sight, white apron over his
barechest, hanging down over his pants, chin touching
the top of the apron, where it partially hid his
blonde, hairy chest.

"You're so cute!" Is all Jacq could think of saying,
as he approached the college jock, taking him in his
arms, lifting his chin and implanting his lips.

After they broke, Sean says, "I wanted to do something
for you, Jacq. Maybe make it easier for you after work
or something."

"Hmm... and what did the 'or something' entail?"

"That's later, after the 'before'."

"I didn't know that you could even cook, Sean?"

"I can follow directions right off, ad lib where we
didn't have an ingredient."

Jacq, made a mental note of the 'we', if he read Sean
right, meaning half the kitchen belonged to him! Next,
he picks up the spoon from the stove and takes a sip
of the potted recipe.

"Mmmmmm, this is superb, Sean!"

"You like it, Jacq?"

"Yeah," but moving back to Sean, he finds something
more delectable than the cooking pot. "Sean?"

"Yeah, Jacq?"

"Do you think you can put all this on hold for awhile
so that we can go upstairs for some... h'orderves?"

Sean smiles, as Jacq flutters his eyebrows. He
approaches the range, turning off the gas jets and
moving the pots and pans to hot plates.

Jacq moves to Sean, hugging him with ulterior motives.
Slowly he unties the back of his apron. Pulling away,
the white fabric moves with him, unveiling that golden
chest, with the stripe down the center, disappearing
into Sean's pants.

%

"Hey, Squirt?"

"Chad!"

Again, for the second afternoon, Matty and Chad
connected with Philip and Aidan, walking home from the
bus stop. This time, a third passenger hopped aboard.

"Hey Diego!"

"Hi Chad and Matty. My dad has to stay after school,
so your dad said to come home with Philip and Aidan."

"No problem, little buddy. How was school anyway?"

"It's good. I ate lunch with Philip and Aidan."

"Yeah, Chad, Diego's dad gives him hardly anything to
eat for lunch," Philip reports.

"Is that so?" Even Matty shows an interest.

Chad and Matty grill Diego on not only what he eats
for lunch, but what he would normally eat at home for
breakfast, lunch and dinners. They find that Diego
hasn't been living on what would be considered
anything remotely close to the major food groups.

%

Mike Finnegan made a quick visit to the drama club,
aka West Richland High, Society for the Fine and
Performing arts.  On his mind he had something really
important. Wanting to see this thing with Wade and how
it evolved, he skipped out and walked to the woods
that led out behind the high school, to the road.
Proceeding to the buffer zone, he remained low
profile. He thought he saw a movement about forty feet
away. Ducking behind a fir tree, he watched. Sure
enough, he spotted Wade lurking behind a tree. He had
something offwhite-colored in his hand.

Next, he ducked, when he spied Connor Matthews walking
through the woods, heading right in Wade's direction.
His focus drew in the scene, as Connor's pace brought
him closer and closer to where Wade remained hidden.
Mike thought Wade changed his mind when Connor crossed
in front of him, but then it happened.

>From behind a tree, Mike witnessed Wade swing, what
looked to be a length of two by four, out in front of
him. It caught Connor right across the upper part of
his back, sending him faced down in the leafy forest
floor. He groaned, pushing up on his elbows. Before
Connor could turn around, Wade covered his head with a
black looking sack.

Mike stood more out in the open, to get a good look at
the proceedings. He watched, as Wade fastened Connor's
hands together behind his back. Then pulling his
victim to his feet, Wade pressed Connor up, with his
back against a tree. Taking a length of rope, Wade
tied it around Connor's left elbow, ran it around the
tree and then tied it tightly around his other elbow.
There Connor tried standing, but more affixed to the
tree in bondage, what with his elbows pinning him to
the tree. Mike thought he saw something flicker from
the bonds around Connor's wrists. He couldn't hear all
too well, but thought Connor said something to Wade,
whom didn't respond. Not in words, at least.

Standing in front of Connor, Wade unzipped his coat
and pressed it back over his shoulders, further
causing a grip on Connor's restrained condition.
Taking Connor's tee shirt, he pulled it up and
anchored it behind his neck, careful not to remove the
blinding hood. Then he saw something that repulsed
him. Wade had taken a lighter out of his pocket. He
saw him curse at it when it didn't flicker to a flame.
Putting the lighter away, he picked up the piece of
wood. Seemed like Wade held the square, blunt end up
to Connor's abs.

Mike flinched, when he witnessed Wade throw the end of
the cut off two by four into Connor's stomach. Connor
grunted. It sickened him to see Wade gut punch Connor
over and over with the wood. Then, to add to the
horror, he saw him hold the wood lower and bring it up
and between Connor's legs. After a couple of blows to
Connor's crotch, he thought he sensed the faggot
slouch in his bondage. It's then he saw Wade withdraw
the lighter from his pocket, most likely in a last
ditch effort to do some more torturous damage.

In his own opinion, Mike Finnegan figured any guy who
took what punishment had preceeded, had had enough. A
beating to the gut and balls was one thing, but
altering a guy's body with a lighted flame didn't sit
right with Mike. He came out of his hiding place and
approached the scene.

"That's enough, Wade."

"Oh, so you finally decided to show up."

"No, I... I watched what you did to Connor."

"Good, here... let's see you do some damage to this
faggot!"

"No. He's had enough."

"What're you doing, Finnegan, turning into a pink
fairy, just like Connor?"

"I'm not gay, but... this isn't right what you're
doing."

"It isn't is it, Mike? Then I guess you're showing
your true colors, aren't you?"

"Connor has taken enough."

"I'll be the judge of that and if you don't like it,
Mike, then just take a hike."

Mike stood there for a moment. He stood conflicted by
the thoughts of a friendship with Wade, which seemed
to be at an end, but also a little scared of the evil
personality, stalking the gay victim in front of him.
He didn't know what to do. He couldn't run. But as he
watched Wade in action, he knew what he did, in
reality, isn't the right thing to do. Now, he gazed at
the lighter Wade held in his hand, slowly bringing the
flame  closer and closer to Connor's nip.

"Nooooooooooooo!" He yelled out, tackling Wade, in a
desperate attempt to keep Connor from experiencing
further torture.

As they flung onto the forest floor, the lighter flew
several feet into the air, hitting a pile of leaves
about thirty feet from the place where he scuffled
with Wade. Mike wasn't a tough fighter like Wade and
soon became overwhelmed. He remembers getting to his
feet, but then it's Wade's angry fist that worked his
stomach over and over. At times his face caught the
back of Wade's hand, as it backhanded him across the
mouth. He doesn't know how many times Wade's hands on
his shoulders, balanced his aggressor, in order to
lift his knee to Mike's crotch. Mike sensed that his
arm cracking when he got pummeled with the two by four
instrument of aggression. Also somewhere's below his
knees on both legs, the pain told him the piece of
wood had been utilized, in force, as the extension of
Wade's arm. Then all was quiet, except the smelling of
burning leaves.

Wade took notice of the flames licking at the trees
and underbrush and began grabbing up the evidence.
Cutting the rope from Connor's elbows, he fell face
first into the dirt. Next, Wade unlocked the metal
cuffs from his captive's wrists. Getting well on
towards the road, he remembered the piece of two by
four, but said, 'fuck it'!

Neither boy, Mike Finnegan, nor Connor Matthews,
showed any signs of life, when the firemen found them
in the woods, right where they were deserted.  Two
counties had responded to the fire, which had crept up
to the side of the two story high school, scorching
the brick, heat blasting windows inwards, then
continuing to flow inside. Fortunately for the two
boys, the fire spread away from them. The firemen
praised the wind for blowing the spark riddled fire
towards the school and away from the teens. Schools
could be rebuilt. Lives couldn't be replaced.

"Heeey, that's Connor Matthews and Mike Finnegan!"
Some students recognised, as the ambulances loaded the
two boys inside.

Out in the front of the school, many students, whom
had stayed after for various activities, huddled
together, trying to keep warm. The fire department
provided as many blankets as they could, to warm the
students. Some faculty members took their jackets off,
offering them to students in short sleeves.

"Connor? Connor!" Steve stood right there, as Jim
Faulkner recognised his lover, almost ready to lift
into the ambulance, like cake into the overn. Without
any degree of caring who saw, Jim ran forwards,
breaking through all barriers of people and threw his
body on top of Connor, hugging him. A torrent of tears
unleashed, as if the Grand Coulee Dam burst. Steve
walked over and as the medics tried to peel Jim from
Connor's body, Steve tried coercing the boy to break
free.

"Jim, c'mon. They need to take care of Connor."

"What the fuck happened? Connor...."

The medics could see the shock this student started
experience. They rolled out another gurney and a
paramedic headed in Steve's direction with a shot in
his hand. After removing Jim's jacket, they pumped the
shot into his arm, then helped him to the stretcher,
strapping him down. If they thought Jim was a mess,
when Connor's mother approached, they had another
basket case to work on.

In two hours time, all the students had been loaded
onto buses and whisked off to the elementary and
middle schools to await pickup. A fifth of West
Richland High School lay in ruins, the forest area
next to it burned to a crisp. Yellow tape surrounded
just about the whole school, including the buffered
zone of woods around it. Not only had West Richland
Police cruisers responded, but the scene ouside the
school grounds had been spotted with TV crews and
unmarked patrol cars. Two fire engines remained, just
in case.

Before the fire could be extinguished, the eastern
portion of the high school had been gutted, which had
housed eight classrooms and some closet space. The
gymnasium suffered extensive water damage. The high
school as a whole had smoke damage, to whatever
degree, everywhere. A delivery truck, behind the
cafeteria had ignited, tearing a gaping hole in the
wall of the cafeteria kitchen.

%

"I just can't believe it, Steve."

"I know Barry."

Sitting in the livingroom of Bernice's home, the
Barr's, Clark's, Bridges, Miguel, Juan, Alonzo, and
Kade, along with Alberto and Jade whom served up food
and drink, watched in awe at the playback of the day's
events. Several feeds showed the flames shooting out
of the classrooms at West Richland High School, glass
shattering from the high temperatures. They all sat up
in their chairs when a TV camera trained on an
exploding vehicle, the flames shooting high into the
smokey sky.

"Oh shit, will you look at that!" Steve yelled out, as
if watching brilliant fireworks on the fourth of July.

Not only did the school suffer damage, but several
cars in the parking lot behind the school ignited,
providing intense comments from some of the other male
population in the room.

"I hope they get whoever did this!" Chad called out.

Alberto calls out, "Oh they will and I tell you,
whoever did, they're going to be rotting away in
prison for the rest of their lives!"

Another scene cut to the ambulances.

"Hey, look! There's you dad!" Philip called out.

"Yeah. I can't believe what they did to those boys."

"Um, dad?"

"Yes, Aidan?"

"Are Connor and Mike gonna die?"

"No, Aidan," Steve replied.

"Well, I just think the whole thing is entirely
sickening!" Bernice voiced her opinion.

"Chad?"

"Yeah, Squirt?"

"Did Connor get beat up because he was gay?"

"What makes you say that, Philip?" Barry asks his son.

"Well, I heard of other gay guys getting beat up
because they're gay and just was wundrin'."

"I'm not sure if that's the case, Philip. We'll have
to wait and see what the invesigation brings out."

"I think it's time for the little guys to head off to
bed," Steve suggests.

"Um, would it be an imposition if Diego and I stayed
for awhile?"

"Not at all, Alonzo," Bernice picked up on.

In fact, Bernice offered to herd the three off to the
bathtub, enroute to the bed that would fit three
little hedgehogs, with no problem! Jade accompanied
them, at the three's request.

"I guess I better head home. See if Sean left a
message for me."

"Oh yeah, Ken says he's been looking for Sean since
yesterday," Matty replies to Steve.

"Yesterday?" Steve questions, shocked.

Chad reaffirms, "Yeah, he asked us to give Sean this
letter. Where's the letter, Matty?"

"Oh, it's out in the car, Chad. What Chad was saying
is that Ken hasn't seen Sean since way before
yesterday."

"Now this has got me worried."

Barry looks up, "What's that, Steve?"

"Sean told me he was with Ken last night."

Chad says, "Well he wasn't. Ken was alone last night."

"Oh man!"

Barry gets up, seeing the concern on Steve's mind.

"Where the fuck is he, then?"

%

"Mmmmm.... it feels so right having you here in my
bed, Sean."

"Jacq?"

"Yeah, Sean?"

"Are you... would you be interested in starting up a
relationship with me?"

"I figured that had already been established, Sean."

"Really?"

"Well, unless you're changing your mind. I mean, when
you took my cherry last night, I figured that was as
real as signing a marriage license."

"Hmm, you really are serious then, Jacq?"

"Um, why do I get the feeling you're not, Sean."

"Oh I am. I mean, Jacq. That's why I'm here. That's
why I came here yesterday. That's why I stayed. I want
to be around you all the time, Jacq."

"Oh Sean."

The two began kissing fervently, mashing their bare
bodies together.

"Oh, forgot something!"

"What's that Sean?"

"I'm supposed to at least leave a message with my dad
before five o'clock."

"You're almost late, Sean. Here's the phone."

'Thanks, Jacq."

"And Sean?"

"Yeah?"

"Tell the truth, why don't you?"

Sean looked at Jacq and shook his head to signify, his
lover is in the right.

"Hi, dad?"

"Sean, where in heavens are you?"

"Dad..."

"Talk to me, son."

"Dad, I'm at Jacq della Croix's house."

"You're fuckin' where?"

"Dad, don't go ballistic on me, please!"

"Sean, I'm coming over there."

"Dad! Don't....."

"Trouble, Sean?"

"He hung up on me. Dad's headed over here."

"Then we better get dressed."

%

"I can't believe he's over at Jacq's place. Would you
believe he spent the entire night there? And to think
that he lied to me... fuckin' lied to me!"

"Steve, take it easy."

"Take it easy? Would you have settled for Chad's
answers, so easily, Barry?"

"That's different."

"How's it different, Barry?"

"Chad is seventeen. Sean is nineteen."

"Oh, yeah... well, still."

Barry couldn't drive and take Steve's busted nerves,
so pulled over to the shoulder and killed the motor.

"Steve,  didn't we go over this before?"

"Go over what, Barry?"

"Thinking about how you have to start letting go?"

"But Jacq della Croix is more than twice Sean's age?"

"And what is your opinion of Jacq, Steve? Is he a drug
pusher? A derelict? An evil person?"

"No. None of those things, but..."

"Is it the bdsm thing you're worried about, Steve?"

"No."

"Then what Steve, other than Sean lied to you?"

"Barry.... I love Sean."

"I know. Just like you love Aidan, Eric and Denis.
Just like I love my boys. Like Chad loves Matty."

"What am I supposed to do, Barry?"

"Steve, listen. First off, you and I never got a
chance to talk with Jacq. He most likely thinks that
you are still angry over the bdsm incident with Sean.
Secondly, it's possible that Sean feels the same.
Third, you're treating him like a baby."

"A baby?"

"I know that I'll hate like hell to not have Chad
around the house, after he graduates, Steve, but he's
growing up. Plus, it's not like he's moving to
Sasketchewan, for God's sake!"

"Yeah, at least he's in the neighborhood."

"And think of it Steve, Jacq has an established
business. He's not going anywhere and that means Sean
wouldn't either."

"True."

"I mean, I wish to God that I could persuade Tom, Marc
and even Philip to stay around West Richland forever,
but there's the possibility they're not. Think how
lucky you are in that respect, Steve."

"Barry?"

"Yeah, Steve?"

"How come you have to be so fuckin' right all the
time?"

"Let's hope that when I have a problem that you're in
the right, Steve."

"Barry?"

"Yeah, Steve?"

"Thanks."

"A hundred bucks for the first hour."

"Get outta heeeeyaaa!"

So, for the rest of the two minute trip, snaking
through the neiborhood, Barry and Steve talked about
how to approach Sean. Barry's first word of advice was
to hug him tight.

"Um... Hi Steve. Come in. Sean's in the kitchen."

"Hi Jacq."

"Hi Barry."

"Um, I guess Steve is kind of ticked off at me, huh?"

"Jacq, I think this is more about Sean than you,
however it does have something to do with what Sean
and you mean to each other, in Steve's eyes, if you
know what I mean?"

"Thanks for cluing me in, Barry."

"I think we should give Steve and Sean a couple of
minutes alone."

"Care for a beer?"

"Water, if you have it."

The two walk over to the bar, in the den.

"Wow, a five sided room and nicely decorated."

"Thanks. I have it set up so that if I have many
guests over, they can branch off into three different
groups."

"Hmm, did you learn that in Psych 101?"

"No, 'Martha Stewart Living'."

"Oh, hee heee.... thanks," Barry acknowledged the
glass of water with a twist of lime.

"Barry, Sean's coming here had been quite voluntary."

"Why do I get the feeling that you should be on the
couch and me with the pencil and pad in my hand,
Jacq?"

"Haa ha ha ha... I guess I do sound like one of my
patients."

"Yeah, but all kidding aside Jacq, Steve's not at all
angry at you. In fact, Steve meant to call and
apologize to you for decking you in Dr. Roberts'
office."

"I figured he saw me as an evil ogre."

"After the fact, Steve saw that what you did worked
out beneficially for Sean."

"Oh? How does that go, Barry?"

"Dr. Roberts pointed out that whatever you did, jarred
Sean's mind 'awake', so to speak."

"Well, I have some of my own sense of reasoning of to
Sean's sudden memory jog."

"Oh? Care to share it?"

Jacq smiles; giggles, then proceeds.

"I think this goes beyond Sean's thoughts in
retrospect. You see, Barry, as Sean and I played in
the basement... maybe it would be put better to
explain the scene. That is if it doesn't repulse you."

"I'm a big boy, Jacq."

The two laughed.

"Well, at the beginning of our bdsm play, I gave Sean
some safewords to use. This is usual in consenual bdsm
play."

"Can I ask what they were?"

"They were 'Mercy Sir' and feel free to ask me any
questions you have, Barry."

"Thanks. Continue, please."

"So, I had... um..."

Barry could see that to tell the descriptive version
of their play, caused Jacq some brow sweat. He could
have let some it fast forward, but the bdsm play
piqued his interest.

"First I worked on Sean's balls."

"His balls."

"Yeah. Um, you see there's this apparatus called a
parachute. It's a leather collar with three chains
hanging down. The collar is attached around the guy's
balls, between the sacs and his cock and snapped
together."

"Hmm... Hurts a lot, huh?"

"Well, that's not the point of the ball torture, but
it could put a bit of a pinch there, that is if the
guy has a good set of balls."

"I think I'll pass!"

Another round of soft laughs followed.

"So, the real torture began when I hooked these small
metal balls on the chains hanging from the parachute."

"Um, doesn't that pull on the guy's balls?"

"Gee Barry, you're as smart as a whip!"

This drew a more rowdy form of laughter.

"Sorry. I deserved that one, so what else did you do?"

"Played with Sean's nips. Does that boy have sensitive
nips!"

"So does Steve. Must run in the family."

Of course Barry forgot about the biological
significance.

"I'm not talking just pleasure here, Barry. Sean's
nips can take a tight set of clamps."

"Hmm... um, you wouldn't happen to have a lite pair
for an ambush, would you?"

"For Steve?"

"Just as a joke."

"I think I can find some lite tensioned clamps you can
have."

"Borrow."

"How about borrow and then see how Steve likes it?"

"Deal. So, back to Sean?"

"Oh yeah, so to make a long story short, I weighted
down the chain that hung between the nip clamps
and..."

"You hung weights from his nips?"

"Sure. Sean loved it." Instead of stopping, Jacq
decided to quicken the pace. "Than I flogged his
chest, stomach and back. I had changed from the
flogger to a leather strap when whipping his back and
that's when all of this started to come out about
Sean's past."

"Um, Sean's chest was quite red. Just for curiosity,
how many strikes of the flogger did he take?"

"Well, first of all, Sean never used his safewords. I
cut the flogging of his chest off after two hundred."

"Two what?"

"Hundred. Hey, Sean took three hundred on the back
with the strap."

"Shit! I would've been filleted salmon by then!"

"Barry, let me tell you something. There's a
difference between consensual whipping and the kind
where the top wants to beat the guy til his flesh is
raw. And this is part of what I'm driving at."

"Oh?"

"Yeah, you see, even though Sean didn't use his
safewords, I kept asking if he were ok..'you okay,
Sean... you okay, Sean?' He kept saying fine...
fine... fine... You see, Barry that asking reinforced
in Sean, in my own opinion, a caring attitude."

"Would you have stopped if Sean said it was enough,
even if he didn't use the safewords?"

"It's tricky, Barry, but I would have, if I felt he
needed me to stop. I actually wanted to stop whipping
his back with the leather strap, a few short of three
hundred, but Sean begged me to round out the number."

"Wow! What a gutton for pain!"

"Pain, mixed with the sexual pleasure and at that
particular moment...."

"What, Jacq?"

"I do believe all throughout our session, Sean began
to fall in love with me."

"Nooooo!"

"Yes."

"And what about yourself, Jacq?"

"Well, I had leveled with Sean last night. Actually
almost made him leave."

"Oh?"

"Yes. You see, he told me right out that he loved me
and had this plot to get in my bed."

Barry shook his head, saying, "Kids!"

"I frankly told him that I had wanted him in bed, but
as a horny, older guy, eager to get jock ass to fuck."

"How crude, you horny devil!"

"Well, it's good to see you can joke about it, Barry."

"Hey, one horny devil to another!"

They laughed, then Jacq continued his story; the
edited version.

"So, that's how it all went. I didn't expect it, but
found myself loving Sean as well. Our talking it out,
playing around under the covers a bit, plus Sean's way
of talking, well it made sense. I found myself falling
for the guy."

"Jacq?"

Jacq jumped to his feet, followed by Barry. Steve came
forward, offering him a hand to shake.

"I wanted to say I'm sorry for working you over the
other day in Dr. Roberts' office."

"Barry explained. No harm done. Just a little
nosebleed."

"Well, after talking to Sean...." Steve looks to his
son and smiles, "I want you to know that you have my
blessings on your relationship."

Barry had walked over near Sean and put an arm around
him.

"Congratulations," he whispered to Sean and gave his
shoulder an extra squeeze.

"I feel that I should be doing some apologizing too,
Steve."

"No, Jacq. The way I see it is that I've over
exercised my parental control, obliterating the facts
and wanting to picture things as the way I wanted to
see them."

"Are you trying to use reverse psychology on me,
Steve?"

"Yeah, is it working?"

"A little."

This paved a way for the hug, which both put lots of
effort into.

"Hey, dad?"

"Yeah, Sean?"

"Um, you want to leave some of Jacq for me?"

"Oh yeah, sure."

Jacq invited Barry and Steve into the kitchen for some
cheesecake and apertifs. It's also at this time that
the story of the happenings at West Richland High
School unfolded. Jacq turned on the small TV in the
kitchen and they all watched the story, plus making
their own comments. Barry and Steve left way after
midnight.

"Um, where do you suppose our household is residing,
Steve?"

"Well, Bernice doesn't have 'that' much room, so my
guess is that the kids split for the Love household."

"Our little ones sure are attached to Jade."

"And she them?"

"Yeah, and I'm wondering if they are ever going to
have their own kids."

"What makes you say that Barry?"

"Think about it Steve. Everytime that Kade and us are
with him, he's dwelling on the male of the species."

"Yeah it does kind of make me wonder."

"About Kade's sexual preferences."

"Yeah, that Barry, but also of how does Jade see all
of this."

"By God, you're right, Steve."

"I mean, none of this is really our business, Barry,
but in a way I feel that we've gotten very friendly
with the two and especially where our kids are
involved, I feel concerned about Jade."

"Think of this, Steve."

"What?"

"Jade is at our place..."

"Not our place. Our place will be when we all live
together in the old Chatsworth place."

"Yeah. I know. Okay, so Jade spends almost all day in
the home, owned by one, Steve Clark..."

"Haa ha ha ha ha ha haaaa.."

"You're feeling chipper for what is it, two o'clock in
the morning, Steve?"

"Okay, you got even, Barry."

"No, 'this' is getting even, Steve!"

"Ooooooooooooh...."

As Barry drove, one hand stayed on the wheel, as his
other hand sneaked across Steve's thigh and down the
side, fishing for his bait. After a quick massage, he
retrived his hand for the purpose of controlling the
vehicle.

"Now look what you did? No, on the other hand, keep
your eyes on the road."

"What'd I do?"

"You know. Made my cock start tearing at the seams of
my crotch!"

Barry cackled out loud, slapping his own thigh.

%

"Matteeee?" A soft voice in the black wilderness
called out.

"Whaaa..."

"Matty, you awake?"

"Hmmm...."

Chad, spooning Matty, his chest up against the
eighteen year old, rubbed his hand over the dark
haired chest, as he probed the sleeping other half.

"Matty Briiiiiggges?"

"Huh? What time is it, Chad?"

"Time for my cock to get aroused."

Matty looked over to the nightstand.

"Chad, it's four fifteen in the morning. Go back to
sleep."

"My cock's awake."

"Stuff a sleeping pill in the slit!"

Instead, Chad, for whatever reason for his horny
nature, overlooked the pun, took hold of his seven
inch tool and began stroking it. After he secreted a
bit of precum, he took a wad of it on his index finger
and moved between Matty's asscheeks.

"Chad!"

"Hee heeeeee... I think you're awake, Matty."

"Of course I'm awake. You would be too if somebody
stuck their finger up your asschute!"

"Oooooooh I'm sorry if I woke you, Matty."

"Bullshit! You're not sorry you woke me, Chad and you
stuck your finger in my ass on purpose!"

"Oooooooh is my Mattywatty mad at his Chaddywaddy?"

"Chad, what's the matter with you?"

"Nuttin'."

At this moment all that Matty could think of is how
cute Chad had projected his thoughts. Doing an about
face, in the sheets, he turned to face his lover.

"Okay, what's up?"

"My cock."

"Besides that?"

"I chatted with my dad yesterday."

"Oh, something besides sex 'is' on your mind, my
Chaddywaddy?"

"Hee heeee... yeah, Mattywatty!"

"So, I'm wide awake now. Talk!"

"Nah.." faking a yawn, Chad says, "I think it'll keep
til morning."

"Um, it is morning and if you go to sleep now, when
you wake up, I'll be twice as mad as you because now I
can't sleep, Chad Barr!"

"Okay, so my dad and I made an agreement that I don't
move out til I graduate."

"So?"

"Matty, didn't you want to be with me?"

"I'm with you now, Chad."

"But that's only because of the fire."

"Chad, listen. I know where your dad's coming from. I
mean it's not like other couples where we are ninety
miles away. We're like within spitting distance."

"I know. But Matty, I don't want to sleep alone."

"I know Chad. I've grown accustomed to sleeping with
you too, but your father's got his dibs on you right
now, just like my mom."

"Have you ever asked your mom about what would happen
if you moved out?"

"Chad, I forgot to tell you stomething."

"You're already married, Matty!"

"No, dufous! But what I want to say is that last night
mom and Alberto got Miguel and I together...."

"You've been cheating on me?"

"No, not for sex, but to tell us that her and Alberto
are getting married."

"Oh cool! Why didn't you tell me, Matty?"

"I just thought of it."

"So, what does this have to do with us?"

"Well, it seems that mom and 'dad' came to the
conclusion that they wanted the house to themselves.
They kind of hinted at Miguel and Juan to maybe take
me in."

"That sucks."

"Yeah, but wait. I came out with why not I shack up
with
'Chad'."

"Cool and?"

"Mom said that your dad and now with Steve, there
wouldn't be enough room, plus we'll never be able to
have our privacy."

"True. Even though I love my dad and little bro's, I
could just see them using our stomachs for trampolines
every morning!"

Both laughed at such an insinuation.

"So, you have to live with Miguel?"

"No, I told them something they didn't think of."

"What's that Matty?"

"That if I went to live with Miguel and Juan that my
bro and his partner wouldn't be getting any privacy
either."

"Oh."

"Besides, Chad, you and I aren't twenty-one yet."

"Yeah. I'm a mere child compared to you, Matty."

"Oh yeah, how come your cock doesn't match the rest of
your body, Chad?"

"Runny, Matty. How come your eight and a half inches
doesn't match your eighteen year old bod?"

"You want to hear what the outcome was, Chad?"

"Yeah..yeah.....yeah...."

Matty had to grin at his man, acting like Philip and
Aidan wanting to on the picnic.

"Well, seems that mom's been hiding out one of the
places in the neighborhood just for her own kid."

"A house you mean?"

"Yeah. Choice property."

"What does the house look like?"

"Let's just say that is makes the Chatsworth place
look like a country cottage."

"Get outta here! It's the biggest place in the
neighborhood. You told me that yourself."

"Yeah, but according to mom, there's one place that
sits off by itself. It actually has a locked gate.
Twice a year mom has it professionally cleaned and....
oh shit, Chad."

"Hey, what's the matter Matty?"

"Damn it, Chad. I'm gonna be able to live there with
you."

"Well what's so sad about that?"

"Nothing, Chad.... Chad I love you."

"I love you too, Matty, so what's all this tears stuff
for?"

"Oooh, it's because of my mom. She could've been
living in this place her whole life, but said she
saved it for me because she wanted me to have the best
for when I get older."

Chad held Matty close to him, his soft, sparsely
haired chest melding with his hairy lover, tears
cemented between.

"Oh man."

"What Chad?"

"My cock is flatlined!"

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what a pity...continued....

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