Date: Mon, 11 Apr 2005 15:40:07 -0700 (PDT)
From: T Chase McPhee <survivalgame@yahoo.com>
Subject: Nature Walk 27

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'; got
condom?

"Nature Walk" 27 (M/t oral)
wriTten by T. Chase McPhee


"Barry?"

"Steve."

"How's the kid doing?"

"Physically he's fine, Steve."

"Ohh, I've missed you babe."

"Same here."

They did a quick survey of the waiting room and it's
outskirts before having a quickie lip-to-lip moment.

"Sean's here, too."

"Oh no! What's wrong?"

"Nothing. Well, nothing's wrong with him."

"Dad?"

"Chad... Matty."

"How's Ken, dad?"

"Ken?" Steve questions.

"Yeah. Steve and I didn't get up to Ken, yet."

"Somebody want to explain what's happening here?"

"I will, but I think Matty and Chad most likely don't
know about our little excitement neither... either...
neither..."

"Whatever, dad. Get to it!"

"Hee heee... okay, first, let's deal with Ken. Steve,
as far as we know, somebody beat up Ken."

"Like, with fists?" Steve made a gesture like that of
a prize fighter, punching fist after fist.

"No, I'm talking with an implement across his back."

"Oh fuck, no," Steve calls out, "First the Matthews
and Finnegan boys and now this?"

"Steve, they don't know if the two incidents are
related."

Chad puts in, "If they've got a homophoic on the
loose, they better find him quick!"

"I dont' think we should jump to conclusions, guys."

Matty adds, "But still, Barry, we shouldn't play it
stupid either."

"You're right Matty. In fact, where are all of our
boys?"

"They're at home. Tom, Marc, Denis and Eric came back
from bikeriding before I left. Jade and Bernice are
keeping them preoccupied."

"So, why are you here, Dad?"

"Chad, it's been hell in our community this past week.
Seems that this fellow by the name of Wade tried
killing his teenaged son and then turned on his ten
year old."

"Tried killing?"

"With a loaded gun."

"No shit!"

"Yeah and big time," Steve continued, "Your father and
I were headed up to the new house when Philip came
running out the back telling us this kid had wandered
inside, telling him his father was out to kill him."

Matty and Chad were awestruck.

"What about Philip and the boys?" Became Chad's
immediate concern.

"Oh, they're fine and so is the kid, who happens to be
in Philip's class at school. Fine, except hit with
some emotional shock."

"Must've been tough for Philip, dad."

"Y'know Steve, that's something we totally overlooked,
is our boys."

"You're right Barry, but for right now I think Jade
and Bernice will take their minds off the incident,
until we can get to them."

"So, what happened dad?"

"Oh yeah. So, the next thing we know is a shot comes
through the front window. One of the police officers
instructs us to hightail it to the back room with the
kid. Shots are fired and then it's all over. The
father's dead."

"Oh man. You always think of stuff like this happening
somewhere else."

"I know, Matty and when it hits home it scares the
shit outta ya!"

"You mentioned a teenager?"

"He's in critical condition with a bullet wound to the
head. They don't give him much hope."

"That sucks!" Matty says.

"Yeah, but the worst victim here is the ten year old."

"You say he's in shock, dad?"

"Yeah, but the tough thing is that the kid seems to
have this... 'gift' thing, if that's what you want to
call it," Barry tells the two jocks.

"Gift?"

Steve fills the two in, "Yeah, it's like all along
while the events unfolded, the kid knew every step of
the way what happened after the fact. Kind of gives
you the heebie-jeebies."

"You mean, like clairavoyant?"

"You know something about that Matty?"

"Yeah. Had a couple of events like that myself."

"Oh?"

"Yeah, but I'm not going to tell you about it because
you all will think I'm trying to be funny."

"Matty, come on."

"Let's wait until later, okay? It'll keep."

"Okay, babe. If that's why you want," Chad replies to
his beloved.

Steve and Barry smile at the tenderness evoked by
each.

"Dad?"

"Sean."

"Hey, what's happening bro?"

Chad and Matty exchange hugs with Sean, then the dad's
step in.

"How's Ken?"

"He's doing alright. They put him to sleep. Hey, will
you guys give me a lift home?"

"Um, you talking about the young jocks or us older
jocks, Sean?" Steve lightens the atmosphere.

"Um, dad, until you lose that barrel around the waist
you ain't no jock!"

"Matty, get'em outta here before they have to bring in
a stretcher?"

The three boys smiled.

%

"Daddiiiiiiiiie!"

When Alonzo appeared at the door to the den, Diego
acted like an airplane jumping off the runway and into
the friendly skies!
Alonzo knew he stood to be in a heap of trouble when
Aidan and Philip, standing, hands on their hips stood
tall to confront him.

"Did you know your son has been worried sick about
you, Alonzo?" Philip asks.

"Oh really?" Alonzo replies, with the little monkey
still attached.

Aidan lays into him, "And where have you been all this
time?"

Looking Jade in the face, Alonzo quickly changes the
subject, "Oh cool! Spiderman Monopoly! Who's winning?"

Alonzo's diversion worked! The monkey hopped down from
his perch and the two grunts back off, rushing to the
board. Even Jade give him a little smirk at the
perfect diversionary measure.

"I'd better think about getting the dinner on the
table."

"Jade, it seems like all you do is cook, cook, cook."

"It's my specialty. I like doing it."

"But don't you do anything to relax?"

"If I like doing something, it's relaxing to me, but
yes, I do enjoy long walks around the countryside and
reading. Plus I like playing with our boys here."

"Jade, you're the best!" Philip gives her the thumbs
up, followed by the other two copycats.

"Jade?"

"Yes, Aidan?"

"Before you go, I wanted to tell you that now that
you're getting rid of that creep, you can marry
Diego's dad!"

Diego picks up on it, saying to his dad excitedly,
"Hey yeah, dad. You want to?"

By this time the adults are in hysterical giggles.

"I think we better let nature take it's course here."

Jade wisely leaves the room for the dads to iron
everything out.

"First of all, Aidan and the rest of you boys, it's
not nice to discuss 'love' feelings about people in
front of people," Steve explains.

Aidan makes a swift point, "But dad, didn't you say it
wasn't nice to talk about people behind their backs?"

"That's true, son, but when you are talking about two
other people and feelings they share, especially about
loving, getting married, well that's meant to be
private between those two people, not 'in front' of
their backs."

"Your dad's right, Aidan," Alonzo puts his two cents
in. "And son," he talks more to Diego, "you should
wait for people to say whether they want to marry
somebody. Not offer it."

"I'm sorry daddy."

"It's alright for now, because you don't know better
and that's why we make mistakes. So we can learn from
them. Understand Diego?"

"Sorta, dad."

"Besides, there's something here that I always took
for granted, Diego."

"What's grannit?"

"Granite is a rock. 'Granted' means when we already
think that things are the way they are. I don't think
you and I have ever talked about something called
being gay. Have we?"

"No, daddy, but I know that Philip and Aidan are gay.
They told me they are. Didn't you guys?"

"Yup," Aidan replies.

Philip also adds, "Yeah, we did, Diego. I hope you
know what we tried to tell you."

"Sure, Philip. You and Aidan are like your dads. You
love each other. Like my dad and me."

"Well, son, the way you and I love each other is a bit
different than how Aidan and Philip's dads love each
other."

"How dad?"

"I don't think it's too easy for you to understand
this Diego, but two dads loving and living together is
different than you and I loving and living together."

"I don't get it dad."

"Do you remember your grandma and grandpa, Diego?"

"Yeah. gramps lives in Floradah."

"Right and he was married to your grandmother."

"She's in heaven, right?"

"Yup. That's right, Diego. Well, them two being
married, are just like Steve and Barry being married."

"Can they be dad?"

Barry helps Alonzo out, "We feel like we're married
Diego."

"Dad?"

"Yes, Diego?"

"If they are like being married, then are Philip and
Aidan and their brothers like one big family of
brothers?"

Steve adds, "That's the way it seems to be turning
out, Diego. I think when we have a fresh start, with
everybody living in a new home then we will seem like
a big family and more closer together."

"Daddy?"

"Yes, son?"

"Are we gonna live with dad-Steve and dad-Barry?"

Alonzo, put on the spot by his son, but more precisely
at the conclusion of weighing out answers, mulls over
the facts of the past few days. He's had quite a lot
of spent time in bed with Steve and Barry, plus in
their company, talking. He's spent time with both
Jabari and Kade. Being with Steve and Barry seems like
a whole different feeling than with the other two.

"Daddy, are we?" Diego repeats himself, sitting down
on his dad's leg, like a bump on a log.

"Um," Looking up at Barry and Steve, he makes a firm
decision then and there, "yes, we're going to be
living with them, Diego, if you would like that?"

A hullabaloo of jumping and hollaring broke out.
Philip and Aidan jumps to their feet, commencing in a
threeway hug and hopping fit, as if the three boys
just won Family Feud!

"Welcome to the family, dad-Alonzo."

Steve's handshake brought Alonzo's ass up from the rug
and into an adult threeway hug.

Like Indiana Jones choosing the Holy Grail, Barry
says, "You have chosen wisely," to Alonzo.

Steve completes the movie tie in with, "May the force
be with you!"

"Oooooh noooooooo!"

"Whatsamatter, Aidan?" Philip asks.

"I stepped on Spiderman. Look, he does stand up
anymore!"

Steve says, "That's okay. He's got that webs to shoot
out of his carpal tunnels!"

"What's a carpulltunnel, dad-Steve?"

"Philip?"

"Yes, dad?"

"Um, don't bother with 'dad-Steve's' worst joke."

"Huh? Okay, dad. If you say so!"

Philip, like clapping his hands together, wipes them
clean of the question.

Alonzo says, "Let me see that, Aidan."

Giving the metal figure a slight overhaul, he
straightens out the bent leg.

"Oh cool! Thanks dad-Alonzo!" Aidan hugs him.

"Dinner's ready. Somebody call the older boys."

As quick as Jade appeared, she disappeared!

%

"Whew! I'm all sweaty!"

"Hee heee, no wonder with all that pounding, Mike.
Taking out your day's frustrations on my ass?"

"Don't remind me, Gary. This has been some crazy,
mixed up, turned upside down week here, in West
Richland."

"Could be the full moon."

"Is that a prognosis from one of your text books, Dr.
Shrink?"

"Hee hee.. nah." The psychiatrist turns from his
position, lying flat in the bed, to his law
enforcement counterpart, lining the side of his body
up to the thirty-seven year old, the whole of his
chest, stomach and private quarters, all the way down,
his leg up and over the hairy thigh of the man next to
him. "Mike, did you ever think of really falling head
over heels with a guy?"

Staring upwards, his arm around the thirty-six year
old doctor, Mike makes an honest attempt of jumbling
some meaningful words together to form something
romantic.

"I have often wondered if out there, there could be a
pair of lips that I enjoyed kissing all the time and
yeah, a guy that I could be compatible with."

Gary's hand still smeared the sweat up Mike's stomach,
a bit of his own cum entwined,  swirling the particles
of chest hair and forming creative patterns.

"Mike, have you ever thought about having kids around
the house?"

"I guess a guy's never too old. What brings this on
Gary?"

"Nothin'. I sense that you're a real loving guy and
the way you described interrogating Philip and Aidan
today, well, to be truthful, you had such excitement
in your voice."

"You know that little Philip wisecracker called me
goofy?"

"Noticed that myself, Mike."

"You're gonna get it for that one, Gary."

"Make sure you're in my ass when you give it to me,
okay?"

Mike looks at Gary's face. Eyes connect and Mike
smiles.

"If I didn't know any better I'd think you're trying
to rile me up on purpose!"

"I'm anxious to get your reaction to the 'having kids'
thing, I have to confess."

"What's your hurry, Gary? We ain't even gone steady
here for but three days!"

"Mike, I was thinking."

"Yeah, I thought your brain ticked on overtime, Gary.
Spit it out."

"I have this feeling I'm not going to be to pull much
over on you, Mike."

Gary looks up at his face.

"Well, for one thing I know that's not the fireworks.
C'mon... c'mon... spill it!"

"Okay. Mike Finnegan is 'owned by'," Gary puts the two
words in imaginary italics, spelled out on Mike's
chest, "Lewis Foster Care and..."

"You want us to adopt him."

"Mike, I didn't know cops could be highly intelligent
beings!"

"Second reason to ream that ass next time!"

"Hee hee.. so, what do you think?"

"My honest opinion?"

"You don't like the idea."

"Hee heee... got one to put over on you, Gary.
Yesterday at the hospital I had this thought that if
Mike was my son, there would've been no need for him
to be laid up in the hospital."

"Damn Mike! You come out with the most brilliant
stuff!"

"Thanks!" Mike breathes some hot breath on his
knuckles and rubs it on his chest, as if to buff it
up.

"Hee hee... you ain't gonna buff nuthin' up on this
sweaty chest!"

Mike then buffs his knuckles on Gary's pec, clenching
a nip in between his index and middle knuckles,
squeezing and giving a little niptug.

"Oooooooh! Don't do that!"

"Hee hee heeee... yeah. Felt a little vibration from
your crotch on my thigh. Looks like I got some new
territory to explore!"

"Watch out you don't fall off a cliff, Mike!"

"Yeah, gotta watch the terrain. One slip and I could
fall right into your ass!"

"Mmmmmm..."

"So, how do we go about getting this Finnegan kid to
be our's?"

"Gung ho man! Tomorrow I'll contact John Foster, my
attorney."

"Does he have a cute ass?"

"Ha ha...." the sarcastic reaction came from Gary.

"Owwwch!"

"Heee heee... wondrin' what that belly sounded like!"

"Just don't do any drum rolls. So, how long before we
can own Mike Finnegan."

"Own? Try adopt, Mike?"

"Yeah, that's what I meant."

"Before any legal things can be done, there's a very
big detail we have to work out."

"Oh? What's that?"

"How do you know Mike Finnegan wants a police daddy
with a big tympani?"

"Oh man am I gonna pound your bass drum!"

"It's not too late, Mike."

"What to pound your ass?"

"No, dummy. To go to the hospital and feel Mike
Finnegan out."

"Hey, we're not going to adopt Mike so that you can
feel his body whenever you want, Gary!"

"You know what, Mike?"

"What?"

"You are goofy!"

Gary vaulted over Mike, giving him a quick peck on the
lips and then headed for the jon. Mike put his hands
behind his head thinking, 'I'm gonna be a dad!'

%

"Owwww....."

"Easy Ken. Don't move around too much."

"Sean? Whaa... what are you doing here?"

"Just seeing how you're making out Ken."

"I hurt..."

"I don't doubt it. Y'know there's a cop outside your
door. They want to know what happened to you."

"Tell... tell him to... go away..."

"I can't do that, Ken. They need to question you.
There could be a homophobic on the loose in the area."

"Sean?"

"Yeah, Ken."

"Why... why are you here?"

"Because I think you need a friend. You're in pretty
bad shape, Ken. I don't know that you have any other
friends, other than myself, that is we are still
friends and Chad'n'Matty."

"Sean?"

"Yeah, Ken?"

"Is there a drink of water?"

"Yeah, sure. A whole pitcher full."

Sean poured the tepid water into a plastic cup, opened
a straw and poked it in between Ken's lips, as he lay
faced down on the bed.

"Tastes good... thanks Sean."

Sean looked at Ken, when he sensed Ken's hand on his
hairy forearm.

"No problem, Ken."

"Sean?"

"Yeah Ken?"

"Bring a chair over here and sit?"

"Sure. You want to talk?"

"I need to, Sean."

Sliding the chair an inch, it makes this loud squeal,
so Sean picks it up and carried it to the side of the
bed. Ken's head lays facing the side. Sean rests his
arm on the chair, shifting his body on the armchair so
that he can at least be halfway adjusted to Ken's
vision.

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

"I.... I wanted to say I'm sorry."

"For what? You didn't do anything to me."

"I wanted to."

"Oh?"

"Yeah. Remember my cousin Hiro?"

"Sure. The guy you were going to set up some bdsm play
with us."

"Sean..." Ken closed his eyes a minute.

Reaching over to Ken's forearm, which had been about
the only place visible, unscathed by welts, and
replied, "Go on Ken. Whatever you have to tell me is
water under the bridge."

"Promise you wouldn't get mad, Sean?"

"Heeey, we're still friends aren't we?"

Tears began to form in Ken's eyes.

"Sean, I sought revenge on you. I was planning on
delivering you to Hiro for real torture."

"Real torture? Wow!"

"Yeah and... I planned on Jacq being there, too."

"Jacq, too?"

"I know I sound sinister, but I had to tell you Sean.
If you want to leave you can go now."

"Well, I can't say that I'm happy with what you're
saying Ken, but I can see how it would make you angry
the way I up and left you."

"It's not your fault, Sean."

"Oh yes is it. I mean, okay, maybe you didn't do right
by planning revenge, but if I did or say something
that made you that angry, then it 'is' partially my
fault, Ken. Man, I'm sorry that I put you through all
that."

"I feel the worst."

"Well don't, I feel like kind of a heel myself, Ken.
If anything, it's me that should be asking you for
forgiveness."

"Sean?"

"Yeah, Ken?"

"Can we.... start over."

"Sure, but..."

"I know not as lovers. I know you love Jacq and that's
the way it's gotta be, but can we start anew as
friends?"

"You bet, Ken. Um, I know this sounds kind of lame,
but could I hear you say that you forgive me?"

"Only if you say it to me, Sean."

Both exchange the symbolic words of forgiveness to
each other.

"Now, tell me what happened to you, to get you to this
state, Ken?"

"They have anything to eat around here?"

"Wow! That's how your back got like that? Nasty
reaction to food, Ken!"

Ken smiled as Sean went out to seek anything for Ken
to munch on.

Upon leaving the room, the Officer, same one that
chatted with Denis at the new home, asked, "He say
anything?"

"No. I'll be back though."

Officer Karl Maarten looked at Sean walk away.
Something in his regulation pants began to stir as he
saw Sean walk down the hallway. He also thought how
lucky he was to be guarding the jock inside the room.
Man, would he love to part either of those jock's ass
crevices!

%

"Good food, Jade," Alonzo mentions, putting another
fork full of Spaghettio's in his mouth.

"Remind me to give you the recipe, Alonzo."

As Jade replies she looks over at Steve and Barry.

Diego kills the joke though, saying, "Daddy, this
isn't no resceepee."

"Really? Taste's like something I had at Le Domaine de
Lintillac in Paris.

"You've been to Paris, Alonzo?"

"No, but know Donovon's inside out!"

After getting the normal reactions, like Matty's, "I
think Alonzo suspects," Alonzo asks, "Okay, what's the
deal here?"

"Just one second, first!" Jade says, getting up from
the table.

"Oh cool!" the boys all yell out when Jade returns
with a huge platter of Buffalo Wings.

"Now, what was your question, Alonzo?"

"Well, since you're the chef-in-residence, Jade I
guess my question to you is why?"

"Alonzo," Chad begins, "it's not only Jade, but a lot
of us that notice what Diego has been eating."

"Is that what this is about?" Alonzo drops his fork on
his plate.

"Hey, Alonzo, we're your friends, remember that!"
Steve points out, using his barbecue clad fingers as a
baton.

"Okay, let's have it."

"Daddy, I didn't say anything ta anybody."

Looking across the table where Diego sat next to Jade,
all Alonzo could do is smile at the Buffalo Wing sauce
that outlined his son's mouth, much like a circus
clown.

"I know you didn't son."

Philip says profoundly, in his chomping Buffalo Wing
brogue, "Y'know, Diego, sometimes stuff shows for
itself and somebody doesn't have ta say it!"

Matty says, "I think we should think about enrolling
Squirt in college!"

"Did I say something good Matty?"

"Yeah, Squirt," Chad says, "you're smarter than some
of my professors!"

Alonzo cut back in, mentioning to Diego, "Like your
buddy says, Diego, you don't have to tell for people
to know."

"Alonzo?"

"Yes, Jade?"

"I'm sorry. I suppose my little joke here isn't of the
best taste."

"On the contrary, Jade," Alonzo lightens the
atmosphere, "I think it tastes pretty good!"

Diego begins up the laughing machine and then the
other squirts catch on, followed by everyone else.

"Tell you the truth, Jade. I know I haven't been the
greatest when it comes to what Diego, or myself for
that matters, of what we should be filling our
stomachs with. And while we're on this subject that
I'm about to unfold to all of you, I might as well say
that... well, I don't believe things don't happen
without a reason for doing so. I'm not much up on the
God thing, but I know there's reasons that Diego and I
got to meet and know all of you."

A bout of sighs rotate around the table, followed with
smiles and mutual greetings in return for Alonzo's
statements.

"I'm not sure if this is fine with Barry and Steve,
but most likely since they are a couple, they would
look to me before they came out and said anything
about it... you two do know what I'm talking about
here, right?"

"Sure, Alonzo," Barry signifies for the couple.
"Proceed," gave him the go ahead to inform everyone of
plans as Alonzo saw them happening.

"I know you... the Barr Family have been here in West
Richland for roughly about five days. From interaction
with the Clark Family, I get the feeling that all of
you have the notion that it seems that having the
Barrs live here has seemed like months or even years.
For Diego and myself," Alonzo looks over at his
precious son, "I can connect in the same manner. It's
great getting to know you all. I'd especially like to
thank Philip and Aidan for making Diego their
friend..."

Philip and Aidan, faces like-smeared with sauce, their
hands sticky as buns, reply in the affitmative,
licking their lips.

"So, what I'm driving at and I know my own son, Diego
is looking for this answer; yes, Diego, we're moving
in with the Barr's and Clark's!"

Bad meal to serve for kids that are out of their
seats, hugging each other. But who would've figured
that such a sensitive subject would have arisen at the
dinner table, followed by such dancing!

"Dad?"

"Yes, Tom?"

"I don't get it."

"Oh? And what is it you don't get?"

"You already have Steve. Aren't you getting greedy?"

With a faint smile, Steve answers, "Don't go blaming
it all on your dad there, Tom."

Barry jumps back in to the ring, "Well, no one is to
blame really and it may not be what you think you are
seeing here."

"Oh! He thinks?" Alonzo says perky.

Denis tries to get across, "I think what Tom meant to
find out is if all of you three dads are going to be
sleeping in the same bed!"

Talk about red faces!

"Hmm, the dads are pretty sly coming up with a
threeway relationship, huh Chad?"

"Hmm... wonder if they're interested in a fiveway?"

"I wonder if you're ready for a noogie, Chad?"

The jocks laughed their asses off.

"Um, what's so funny over there?"

"Nothin' dad," Chad reports, "Jock talk."

Barry smiles, attending to another Buffalo Wing.

"So, Jade," Alonzo asks with intent, "I suppose Diego
will be having more nutritous meals from now on?"

"I dunno. I thought spaghettio's are kind of tasty!"
She replies.

Chad and Matty stick their index fingers in their
mouths. A signal to Jade.

"I think I'd rather have vegetarian barfburgers!" Chad
adds to the distinct menu planning.

%

Kade, having a one man band meal for himself, looked
at the newspaper while stabbing a hotdog with his
fork. The twenty-seven year old, sitting high on a
kitchen stool, let his sleek thighs hang over the
edge. He readjusted his briefs, then sensed a need for
some action. Putting the newspaper back together, he
looked down his rather slim chest and stomach,
obstructed by a thick patch midchest and a trail
leading to the jeweled spectacle. The phone rings.

"Hey, Kade, how about coming over and keeping me
company."

"Hey, Jabari!"

The picture in Kade's mind gave new meaning to
confining his cock space.

"Think you can ditch the old lady for a romp in the
sheets?"

"Why don't you come over here?"

"She out?"

"Yeah, for good."

"What do you mean, Kade?"

"We're getting divorced."

"Oh happy day, man!"

"So, you horned up for some action Jabari?"

"And how, Kade. Get that magic wand in working
condition. Need some hot seed planted in my ass!"

"Tell ya the truth. I feel like some hot action. Why
don't you come over here?"

"Would, except you need to pick me up, man."

"You got it. Be there in five minutes. And Jabari?"

"Yeah?"

"Pack an overnight bag."

"Got everything I need, on, man!"

Kade threw on his clothes in a hurry, grabbed his keys
and bolted for the car. In no time he and Jabari
entered back into his home.

"Don't forget to take it easy on me, man."

"No problem. Nothing wrong with your jaw is there?"

"Oh man, what a tease you are, Kade. Can't wait to get
my tongue on that eight and half inches of prime cut!"

Kade helped Jabari to the bedroom. Being real careful,
he helped undress the twenty-six year old and then lay
down next to him.

"Looks like they sewed you up pretty good."

"Yeah. Five more days and I can start living the life
of a cumslut again!"

"I guess your sis has been taking real good care of
you, Jabari?"

"Kenya? Huh! She's hardly ever home. Only one taking
care of me, is me!"

"Poor baby. Ready to take care of me?"

"Oh man... bring it on, man."

After getting Jabari all laid out in bed, Kade strips
down, doing an extra special stripping of his briefs,
as he watches Jabari licking his lips.

"Ooooh fuck have I missed those balls... gettem over
here quick, man!"

It hasn't been the first time Kade has been treated to
one of Jabari's tongue jobs on the bottom of his
balls. He knew he had to be careful when he leaned
back, as the hot tongue licked the underside or took
each orb inside the orifice for a tongue bath. Kade
often wondered if every man were a ball-slut,
rim-slut, cock-slut, nip-slut, armpit-slut,
bellyhole-slut, cum-slut like Jabari. Before his
operation, Jabari would have Kade lay there in bed for
hours while he licked every inch of his body. Tonight
Kade knew he wouldn't be getting the 'tongue job
supreme' on his asshole, but now that he knew he was a
'free man', there would be plenty of time for
pleasures such as that!

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"Sorry it's only a Twinkie, Ken. The cafeteria is
closed, except for coffee."

"No. It tastes good, Sean. Thanks."

"So, what happened to you Ken?"

"First let me tell you about Hiro. Seems that all I
had planned for you... he led me on, Sean. He had no
intentions of torturing you or having you and Jacq
service his buds."

"Sounds like fun!"

"Sean, you're going to hate me for this."

"No I wouldn't.. what, Ken?"

"Sean, I was going to have you sold into slavery."

"Hogwash! Shit, Ken. There's no such thing as slavery.
That was abolished at the end of the Civil War."

"Well, whether you want to believe it or not, it does
exist. When Hiro and I were growing up, he told me
stories about slavery."

"Stories. That's all it is, Ken."

"No, it's real Sean. But anyway, growing up Hiro
always told me that he had this 'in' with
slavetraders. Sean, when Hiro asked me what I wanted
done with you after he finished... having his way with
you, I told him to sell you to the slave traders."

"Okay, what else?" Sean asked, still holding at bay
that there 'is' a possibility that slavery still does
exist.

"Sean, you should be throwing a piss-fit at me!"

"Yeah, well. Maybe I'm starting to like you again.
What else did Hiro say?"

"The last time I called him, I told him that I
couldn't contact you. Oh shit!"

"Whatsamatter?"

"Matty and Chad have the letter I typed out to lure
you to your doom."

"Any other hate mail I should know about?"

"Sean, why are you taking this all so lightly? You
could've been hurt real bad, man!"

"I don't know. What else?"

"Last time I talked with Hiro on the phone, I asked
him to cancel his party and if he couldn't... well, I
told him that I would take your place."

"You, Ken'ichi? Take pain?"

"I know, pathetic, huh Sean?"

"And Hiro accepted that? Using his own cousin?"

"No. In fact Hiro told me that he would never use me.
Sean, he told me that he didn't know any guys to sell
slaves to. He told me that... he said that because I
sacrificed myself in place of you that I was growing
up."

"Hmm... coming from your older cousin I'd say that's a
compliment."

"Yeah, well he's right in a way."

"Oh?"

"Yeah, Hiro made me see all the dumb stuff I did.
Sean, I started making myself sick over planning evil
revenge against you."

"It can happen I guess, Ken. A person gets an
obsession and then forgets about everything else in
life that is of importance."

"Wow Sean. Looks like Jacq's doing you some good."

"Oh. Yeah. That philosophical thing. Well, I have
decided to take some psych courses. Jacq suggested
it."

"That's good Sean."

"So, you've filled me in about Hiro. Did he reneg and
do this to you?"

"No way, Sean. In fact Hiro asked me to come visit him
and we could have some fun like in the olden days."

"What kind of fun would that be?"

"Eh, he used to get ahold of a couple of college jocks
that enjoyed roleplaying slaveboys and he'd show me
how to 'train' them."

"I think I'm getting hard, Ken!"

For the first time since they began their chat, Ken
smiled.

"Anyway, Hiro asked me to come visit him and he'll get
a couple of jocks from the college to come over and we
can have a weekend blast playing with them."

"Sounds hot, Ken."

"Yeah, okay, so now about this other thing."

"Yeah, I'm anxious to hear how you got beaten, Ken."

"You see, Sean, for the longest time I've been
thinking that I've been neglected by my parents."

"Because they're always at the restaurant."

"Right. You remember me telling you that my mom is not
my real mom, right?"

"Right, but your real dad died."

"Yeah. Mom got married to John Richards before we
moved to West Richland."

"Got it."

"Okay, so I don't know if I've ever told you this, but
since I was about fifteen John used to come home,
sometimes drunk out of his skull and take advantage of
me."

"You should've told me, Ken."

"Well, when we moved to West Richland, his abuse
stopped. I guess my worst decision had been to tell
him I was gay."

"He didn't like it, huh?"

"You kidding? He's a real live homophobic."

"He... he did this to you?"

Ken hid his face in the pillow. Sean got up and turned
his head out of the fluffy mass.

"Ken, it's not your fault."

"I know. All I wanted to do is go to the restaurant to
be with them. Maybe try to get to know my stepdad all
over again. Be near my mom. I thought I was doing a
good job, helping them wait on tables and do other
stuff."

"And what brought on... I guess your stepdad did this
to you."

"Two days ago I piled some rice in the storage closet.
He said put it on the second shelf and up. So I
forgot. Yesterday I lay some on the bottom shelf. John
started calling me a faggot, bastard, telling me I was
no good. I tried to defend my actions, in words, then
had no choice to try to fight him off. John's bigger
than me and you know he's had experience boxing. He
pulled some hard punches to my abs, slapped me around,
kicked me in the gut and the balls."

"Ooooh no... I'm sorry Ken."

"Sean, he wasn't satisfied with me almost ready to
pass out. He cursed me out more. I tried to get up,
but he kept throwing me down over the pallet of rice.
Finally he pulled my shirt up over my head, took off
his belt and whipped me."

"Oh man, Ken. What a fuckin' animal!"

"All I remember is his foot kicking me in the ass and
telling me get out and he didn't want to see my face
again. Sean, I don't know how long I wandered in the
woods. I figured if I made it to the road I'd hitch a
ride. I couldn't even stand by the time I made it
there."

"Ken, your stepdad can't get away with this."

"No, Sean."

"What do you think your mom is going to say?"

"Mom? You're kidding. She don't give a dam about me.
Fuck, my stepdad cared more about me than she did, the
fuckin' bitch!"

"Okay.... okay... calm down Ken. Um, as I see it, your
stepdad should be charged with this and you wouldn't
just be doing it for yourself, Ken."

"Huh? What do you mean, Sean?"

"Meaning that no man should have to go through
anything like this because of his sexuality. If not
for yourself, Ken, you owe it to every man that this
situation comes about, simply because the guy's gay."

"Yeah, I guess so."

"Listen, my dad knows this cop. I can have my dad give
him a call. He can listen to you and take down what
you've just told me, Ken."

"Yeah, okay Sean."

"Another thing. Do you have Hiro's phone number?"

"Yeah."

"I'll give him a call."

"Sean, thanks."

Sean finds some paper and a pen, then writes down
Hiro's phone number. After going to the parking lot,
he phones him. Hiro says he's on his way and asked
Sean to wait at the hospital for him.

"That didn't take long."

"Did you reach Hiro?"

"Yeah. He's on his way. When I mentioned that your
stepdad kicked you out he sounded like he was ready to
lynch him!"

"Now you know where I get it from, Sean."

"I dunno Ken. I think you're kind of a sweet guy when
you want to be."

Sean stroked the side of Ken's cheek.

"I think I need to sleep, Sean."

"Yeah, you do that buddy. I'll be waiting for Hiro.
Oh, he also said that he wants you to come live with
him, even if it's only til you're back on your
feet.... Ken?  Ken?"

Sean wasn't sure if Ken caught the last part of the
message, but good news could wait.

"How's your buddy?" The police officer asked.

"Sleeping."

"He's had it kind of rough, huh?"

"Yeah."

"He's gay, isn't he?"

"Yeah."

Sean looked at the cop, thinking what a strange line
of questioning.

"I'm going to be in the waiting room. His cousin's on
his way to be with him. If it interests you his cousin
is gay, too!"

Karl, part pitbull acknowledged Sean's inference.

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