Date: Thu, 28 Apr 2005 15:33:18 -0400 (EDT)
From: T Chase <survivalgame@excite.com>
Subject: Nature Walk 33

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" 33 (M/t oral anal 3-way shower)
wriTten by T. Chase McPhee

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"Ugh, so I feel gritty!"

"I don't know why you would feel like that, Noah, with sprinting Patrick
all over the countryside!"

Noah crept in the back door, half helping Zach walk Patrick, since the
mobile chair wouldn't fit through the frame.

"Oh man, I'm beat!" Noah cried out, lifting his tee shirt up and over his
head.

"Nooooo, don't sit!"

"Why? I need a rest."

"You're going to get your stinky sweat all over the chair, dufous!"

"Oh yeah. Whew! Good thing I have you around, Zach!"

Patrick gives a delayed response, "I was just going to mention that,
actually."

Looking down upon Noah, Patrick can't help himself, lost in the finely
crafted chest and stomach.

Noah, thinking, but not thinking, says to him, "Pat, too bad you're
straight."

"Why?"

"Um, Noah? Upstairs? Hit the shower?" Zach hints.

"Oh yeah."

Patrick didn't get his answer. It's as if Zach purposefully
interrupted. However, when the three got to the room shared by Zach and
Patrick, the coverup, figuratively and literally didn't stay that way for
long.

"Zach, I think I need a shower, too."

Noah, by now, had stripped to the buff. He wasn't pretending to hide
anything that he sensed about Patrick.

"C'mon, Pat. You and me."

"Noah!"

"What, Zach?"

This is where Patrick took the reins of the conversation into his own
hands.

"Yeah, okay... look, I never got to explain to you guys about that day
after school."

For now, Patrick's mind set to another subject. He even stopped taking
glances at Zach's filled briefs.

"Go ahead, Pat."

"About time you got serious." Zach reprimands Noah.

"I was just trying to help."

"Listen guys. Don't go blaming each other. Looks like you two have made
some kind of connection here with each other. I don't want to be the fault
of breaking that up."

Even though the sheets weren't made up, Zach offered the foot of the
bed. He sat down next to Patrick.

"Go on, Patrick."

Noah, not without compassion, pulled up a chair and sat across from the
two. For the time being, he dropped his briefs into his lap, so as not to
cause anymore distractions. Patrick lay out every detail as to the
unfortunate afternoon, after school. It made Noah curse in
anguish. However, Zach pretty much kept his cool. Often Noah would place
his hand on Patrick's thigh and rub it, as a calming tool.

"The only part I didn't tell anybody...."

"C'mon, Pat... you can tell us."

"I didn't even tell the cops."

"Your secret's safe with us, Pat," Noah edged the seventeen year old on.

"I... I didn't just happen on the scene. I watched the whole thing from
when it started happening."

"You what? And you didn't stop it?" Noah jumped the gun.

Zach, stepping on Noah's foot, with his own, stops Noah's provocation, but
directs to Patrick, "Meaning, from the time Bill Wade bound Conner Matthews
to the tree?"

"Um, before that. I saw Conner walking to his doom and let it happen."

By this time, Patrick couldn't hold back the tears. They spilled, along
with his guts. Zach took him in his arms and tried calming him. Noah showed
he wasn't all full of joke material, moving to Patrick's other side and
rubbing his back.

"Yeah, that's right Pat. Get it all outta your system," Noah provided the
means to deal with the crisis.

Zach suggests, "Patrick?"

"Yeah?"

"Did you mention any of this 'extra material' to Uncle Gary?"

"No. I was too scared."

"Then why did you tell us?"

Patrick, stopping his grieving for a moment, looks over to Noah.

"We're your friends, Pat. I told you you could tell us anything."

"I... I trust you guys. I never felt like that with anybody before."

Zach adds, "And what about Uncle Gary? Uncle Mike?"

"Them, too," Patrick adds.

"Then don't you think you can tell them, too."

"Mike is a cop."

"Yes, but he can also be a loving friend, Patrick."

"C'mon," Noah says, pulling on Patrick's arm as he rises up, "let's get a
shower and then we'll talk about this later."

Patrick's eyes shifted. His emotions got mixed as Noah's meat lingered
almost in his face.

"Okay, Pat, you got your up close look. Now let's hit the showers!"

Zach smiled at Noah's joking manner. Yeah, he could see Patrick's interest,
as plain as day. Just like Noah saw it!

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"Um, remember that what goes in, must come out, you little squirts!"

Chad's comments couldn't have come at a more appropriate time.

"Yeah, I think I gotta go!"

Ultimately, the power of suggestion began gripping the squirts.

Aidan complained first, "C'mon guys, we better run like we've never run
before!"

Taking off, four three-quarter finished bottles of Gatorade lay on the
picnic table.

"I don't think I'm far behind them, Chad."

"Matty, you're supposed to be grown up enough not to overindulge."

"Hey, Chadbaby, like sex it's sometimes tough to estimate!"

"Hmm... maybe we should both get a move on it, then, Matty!"

Chad flicked his eyebrows, signifying a 'deeper' meaning.  Taking off
towards the Bridges residence, they came upon a turnoff in the road. Little
laughs came from within the lush overgrowth of woods and vines.

"Haa ha haaa... Diego shot way past you, Philip!"

Matty and Chad creep up on the little gathering. Seems that an official
meeting of the 'Squirt Club' was now in session!

"Oh man," Diego's voice rang out, "Frankie's squirting way more than me! Go
Frankie!"

Behind a bush, the two jocks began scheming.

"Maybe we should show them how big men shoot!"

"Matty, get real!"

"No, Chad. I mean it's only playing around."

"Um, you think the squirts are going to keep this a secret, Matty?"

Had they been paying attention, Matty and Chad would have noticed the lull
in not only the activity 'in hand', but the quietness abounding. They
weren't even conscious of the snapping of twigs, as four hedgehogs
surrounded them, moving in for their ambush.

"Aha!"

Totally surprised, Matty fell over on his ass.

"Haa ha ha ha haaaa!!!" The Squirt Club broke out in laughter.

"Well, you going to help me?" Matty calls out to Chad, who stands, laughing
along with the kids.

"Yeah, here."

"That's what you get for spying on us, Matty!" Aidan calls out.

"Yeah, yer lucky ya didn't fall into where we pissed!" Frankie adds.

Chad finally fesses, "So what do you have going here, a little 'Squirt
Club'?"

"Squirt Club?" Diego questions the tall jock, looking almost straight up to
the sky.

"Yeah," Matty plays along, "seeing who can squirt the farthest?"

Philip adamantly puts it, "And what if we are?"

"Nothing. I'm not complaining, you Chad?"

"Nope." After Chad hits Matty in the chest he asks Philip, whom seems to
take on the presidency, "What does it take to get into the club, bro?"

"Chad," Matty chides.

"Listen up," He replies back, giving Philip the floor; the floor of the
forest, that is.

"Yeah, well," Philip begins making up the rules, "ya gotta piss far enough
to get in."

"Show me," Chad replies, again giving Matty a little slap in the belly, to
let him know to pay attention.

Matty follows Chad, Philip and Aidan. First Diego latches onto Matty's
right hand, bringing him along, followed by Frankie on his left hand,
attaching himself.

"C'mon Matty," Diego offers, "you pee pee, too!"

Smiling, Matty follows. More amused by the whole thing, he figures even if
the dads found out, they would think the same thing.

"Do you gotta piss, Chad?"

"Oh, you know it."

"Well, bro?" Philip asks, using the 'big boys' terminology.

Looking over at Matty, Chad suddenly gets reluctant.

"Don't look at me... Chaddywaddy!" Matty kids, causing an uproar in humor
at the namesake they've heard before.

Chad pulls his sweatshirt up, at first lifting the tee underneath.

Aidan says, "Nice abs, Chad."

"Yeah, thanks," he replies.

Diego and Frankie say virtually in unison, "You're welcome," giving each
other five, over the usage of manners.

"Our daddy's are gonna be proud of us, huh Diego?"

But before Diego could reply, Chad does, "Hey, you Squirt Club guys paying
attention? I can only piss once!"

Right away their eyes beam on the subject manner at hand; Chad's seven inch
hard shaft, atop the big balls, anchored under his sweatpants elastic.

"Woooooow! That's a long one!" Frankie cries out.

More laughter follows, even Matty getting a kick out of the 'frank' humor.

Matty gets some wicked thoughts, though likely he knew Chad wouldn't dare
move his cock from side to side, spraying Aidan and his bro with the
steadying yellow stream pumping out and through the air.

"Yup! Leave it to my big bro!"

"He's shooting past all of us!"

Like a young kid himself, Chad's brighty-whities gleam at the prospect of
beating out all of the members of the Squirt Club.

"Wow! You must've drank up a storm, Chaddywaddy!" Diego replies.

All laugh at Diego's statement. Chad tinkles his cock, shaking and
squeezing the last bit out.

"See, that's what I meant, Chad."

"What's that Philipbro?"

"Aidan asked me why you didn't teach me to smooth out the last drops,"
Philip lays on his brother.

"Ooooh that! Yeah, well, figured a little guy's gotta learn some things on
his own when he does make a friend."

Chad prouded himself with making up the tale.

"Okay, Mattywatty, you're next!" Diego says, jerking on Matty's arm and
looking up at him.

Frankie, impatient, asks, "Is your cock as big as Chad's?"

"Ooooh 'much' bigger. A monster!"

All the boys stand there, eyes bugged, taking in Matty's words as gospel
truth. Chad laughs as the four stand, two by two, flanking Matty's sides,
as he dramatically prolongs removing the bulge in his pants.

"Wooooow! It 'is' bigger than my brother's cock!" Philip first assesses.

"How did it get that big?" Diego asks.

Aidan answers, "Diego, you can't make your cock get big."

"Yeah, you get what you get and like it," Frankie replies, wisely.

Chad says, referring to Frankie's comment, "Smart kid!"

Matty stood there, the barrel in hand.

"I don't think I can go."

"If ya can't go Matty, then ya can't get in the Squirt Club."

Chad teases, "Maybe Matty changed his mind and doesn't want to be."

Then the onslaught of derogatory remarks hit the fan.

"Matty are you chickenin' out?" Aidan asks, a bit with anger.

"Maybe he thinks he's not good enuf to be a Squirt!" Philip assumes.

Diego comes out with the brightest reasoning, "Maybe Matty's gotta squirt
out the white stuff instead!"

"Oh cool!" Philip exclaims, not minding what comes out, as long as it
does..

Aidan incites, "Yeah, squirt out the white stuff instead, Matty!"

"I'm 'not' gonna cum for you guys and that's that! Just give me a minute."

"What do you mean?" Diego asks, "Come where?"

"Don't you know anything, dopey!" Aidan, eleven, says to the nine year old.

Chad, seeing the disturbance in the force, kneels down next to Diego for a
quickie sex lesson and says, "Ya see, Diego, when the white stuff comes
out, it's called 'cum', c-u-m."

"Oh, so when it comes out it's called cun, too?"

"You got it."

"Well ya gonna cum or piss, Matty?" Aidan asks.

"Give me a minute, huh? How can ya expect a guy to take a leak with all
these young jocks around him?"

Well, utilizing that grown up phrase on the boys knocked them for a
loop. They all began feeling a bit more grown up.

"Yeah, us jocks shot faster than you did, Mattywatty!"

Time for more chopbusting time on Matty. Of course he was holding out, but
then Matty sensed the cold air on his 8.5c digit, thought it time.

"Ooooooh look, he's pissing!"

Everyguy jumped to the attention of the barrel jettisoning the stream of
yellow liquid.

"Look! He's passing up Chad!"

"Of course!" Matty replied, looking down at Chad, who still squatted
between Diego and Frankie.

"Go Matty! Go Matty!" the cheers drove him on.

Soon the fire hydrant gave out, the stream pulling back, landing where
Frankie had pissed, then Aidan, then Diego and finally Philip.

"Man, I gotta start practicing!" Philip called out, being the shorest
distance.

"Thanks for explaining to me what cum means, Chad."

"No problem Diego!"

Chad picked up Diego's arm and made a fist for him, so that he could knock
knuckles together. Soon they were all imitating the big bro signal.

"Okay, we're going. Make sure you throw some leaves over where everybody
pissed."

"Aren't you going to help, Chad?"

"It's your club."

"But you're a member now!"

"Yeah," Matty mentions to his lover, "It was your bright idea to join, so
don't leave all the work for the squirts, Chaddywaddy!"

"Hmm," Chad resigns, picking up a pile of leaves.

But instead of throwing them over the piss places, he throws them against
Matty's back. Somehow Chad wound up on the forest floor, a tickling spree
onset. Girlish laughter rang throughout the woods!

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"Aha! They're at it again!"

"What's that Steve?"

"It's your own son, dah!"

"Oh that laughing hyena sound. Yeah, I heard it, Steve."

"What's for lunch?"

Before they could get too much into the subject, Alonzo and Callan catch
up. They all exchange greetings.

"Lunch? We all just ate!"

"Oh, that was lunch?" Alonzo asks.

Steve adds, "Not that lunch would hurt you two guys," pertaining to Alonzo
and Callan, whom chose tee shirts over sweats and have them tucked in so
that their abs stand out.

Being good natured about the whole thing, Barry, whom he knows Steve
throwing his puns at, replies, "I'm sure we'll all lose some poundage once
we get on with the moving."

"Oh geez.."

The slow dirge turned to a halt, as the four formed a powwow.

"What's on your mind, Alonzo?"

"Um, about the move."

Barry and Steve showed sudden alarm.

"Now don't get us wrong. We really like you guys," Alonzo starts the news.

"You're not moving into the bungalow," Barry states.

"Okay," Alonzo does the talking for himself and Callan, "I guess it's plain
to see that Callan and I are getting real close."

"Getting?" Steve asks facetiously.

"Um, if any of this is going to break up any friendships..." Callan
intervened.

Steve, catching him in midstream, arm on his shoulder, replies to Callan,
"Noooo, not at all. I mean. Okay, sure, Barry and I thought we had started
something up here between Alonzo and ourselves, but we kidded ourselves."

"You did?" Alonzo questioned.

"Yeah, sure Alonzo. I mean, yeah, we began something that we thought could
be serious."

Barry broke in, "What Steve is trying to say, Alonzo is that we love you,
but knew we couldn't keep the reins on you. Remember that it was us, Steve
and I, before you came along. And...."

"And we never did develop that threeway love affair, did we?"

"No Steve," Alonzo confided. "I think we all thought more in the premature
sense."

"I don't get it," Callan interjected.

The threeway hug broke. Alonzo vacated his spot and took up the Irish man
in his embrace.

"Callan, you and I are never going to have as close a friendship as with
these two guys."

"I can see the love they evoke. I'm just not set on that I'm breaking up
the trio," Callan refers to Steve, Barry and Alonzo.

Steve tells him, "Callan. We never evolved into a love affair. Maybe we
three wanted it. I can see where Barry and I pushed for it, but things
don't happen without a reason."

"That's for sure."

"Oh? How's that go Alonzo?"

"I think you two showed me truly how much I wanted to have a relationship
with another man. Callan, you're that man and think I'm lucky all around,
to have Steve and Barry and now you, Callan."

Steve cut to the chase, "So, what does all this have to do with the
bungalow?"

"Steve," Alonzo again picks up the lead, "I told you that I couldn't afford
your place on my own, but with Callan's input. Well, we'd be interested in
being your backyard neighbors, if you'll have us?"

That suited Steve and Barry as perfect as if walls separated their
lives. The fourway hug ensued, welcoming each other into their lives.

"Now what do we do with an empty bungalow?"

Callan speaks up, saying, "Um, I think you can interest my sis and her
lover!"

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"C'mon, let's get you dried off, Pat!"

"But..."

"What?" Zach asks.

The three men in the tub - shower - stood, halting the activity of water
streaming down their naked bodies.

"I thought..."

"Patrick, we're not in the shower to do anything but keep you from falling
on your ass, okay?"

"Zach's right," Noah, hands on Patrick's shoulders, as he faced Zach,
confessed.

Noah reached behind him, locating the water valve and turned it off. Zach
rolled back the three panel shower door. Steping out, Noah quickly found
the towel.

Patrick swiped it away, dabbing his body, "I can handle it!"

He stormed out of the jon.

"What did we do?" Noah asks.

"Hmm.. I think, if I'm not mistaken that Patrick figured that we would show
him the way."

"Huh? What do you mean, Zach?"

"If I'm reading the situation right, I think Patrick intended on you and I
showing him a 'gay' ole time."

"You mean like having sex with him?"

"You got it."

"Oh. Now what do we do?"

"Talk it out. But I think Uncle Gary should be there when we do."

"Yeah, if he's a shrink I think he can be of help."

"And I think the sooner the better. Um, Noah?"

"Yeah, Zack?"

"Do you think you can whip up something for a late lunch?"

"I don't know. Unca Gary doesn't have much to work with."

"That's good!"

"It is Zach?"

"Yeah, because now we can give Patrick time to cool off while we're
shopping."

"Good idea."

"Yeah, you get to push, Noah. But do me a favor?"

"Sure, Zach. What?"

"Don't break any speeding laws at the supermarket?"

%

>From the small room in the back of the service center, moans and groans
emanated.

"Ooooooh!"

"Had enough?"

"Never, Master Hiro."

"Hee heeee... looks like I trained you good, boy."

Karl's face remained smashed against the pillow, half visible. His speech
half slurred, as he tried speaking out of the corner of his mouth. His
crotch ground into the mattress, as Hiro lay on his back, his thick meat
still embedded to the hilt.

"Good idea you had last night, Karl."

"Didn't want you going and falling off the table and breaking your ass!"

"Yeah, get your meaning?"

"Oh?"

"Yeah, more fun breaking your ass! Haa ha ha ha haaaa!"

Hiro laughed, but both got the pleasure of his ten inch thick barrel still
massaging the inner sanctum of the cop's love chute. Even after cumming
twice, Hiro still remained affixed to the sexual appetite of fucking the
hot ass chamber.

"Don't you ever give up?"

"Ooooh man.. not with hot cop ass. Hotter than jock ass!"

"What're you doing?"

Hiro began laughing, as started to get up.

"Nooooo... what're you doing?"

"Hee heee... time for a piss break!"

As Hiro ascended to kneeling position, his semihard log became dislodged
from Karl's ass. It hurt to feel it evacuate.

"Ooooh fuckin' shit!" Karl called out, to have his guts emptied.

When Hiro stood at the side of the bed, he entertained some thoughts.

"Hmmm... now should I have you shower me off or bathe it with your tongue?"

Hiro laughed his ass off, as Karl crinkled up his nose.

"C'mon, you stink, boy! Let's get a shower and then something to eat!"

"Not 'that'!" Karl says, pertaining to the sausage between Hiro's legs.

"Nah. Some 'real' food!"

%

"Dad-Callan?"

"Yes, Diego?"

"Frankie wants to know if he is going to be my brother."

Callan thought it rather wise to throw the question out to neutral
ground. Only thing is, he didn't want to be in the middle realm of
answering it. Philip didn't press the issue, leaving it up to the
adults. Instead, he paid attention to the 'National Parks' edition of
Monopoly.

"Ahem! Anyone care to elaborate on that?" Callan asked, looking over the
general adult consensous.

Barry took the helm, saying, "Personally, I think we should leave it up to
Frankie."

Right away, Frankie says, "I want to be with Diego."

"You know Frankie, you also have to look at things from the 'dad' point of
view, too."

"I know dad-Barry. I like dad-Callan and dad-Alonzo, too. I mean, I know
you brought me here to be part of a family dad-Barry. I'm grapeful."

Barry, as well as the other dads, acknowledged the vocabulary slip,
humored. Barry let it slide.

"I know you are, Frankie, but things are not that easy. There's still the
legality of everything."

"Oh."

"But I'm sure that's nothing that can't be worked out," Alonzo said, hoping
to make the atmosphere brighten for Frankie, as well as Diego.

"Dad's," Frankie inquired of the two dads that would be his, dad-Callan and
dad-Alonzo, "what about Bill?"

This not only caught the adults' attention. The three kids looked on for an
answer.

"In what way do you mean that, Frankie?" Barry finally asked.

"He's still my brother and I was hoping we can still be brothers."

"Of course. You'll always be brothers."

Then Barry recollected something he mentioned to Tom.

"You see, Frankie, we're all.... all of us here now, are like a big
tree. We're all a root of that tree and no matter where we are, we'll each
be a part of the other."

"Hear that, Aidan? My dad says we're roots from the same tree!" Philip
says, making the connection.

"Yes, Philip," Callan lays it on the line, "and even though Frankie isn't
living with you, he'll still be a root of that same tree."

"Hey yeah. I never thought of that," Philip drew his own conclusion,
becoming more accepting of the thought of Frankie belonging to the
Romano-O'Meara clan.

"So, what about Bill?"

The dads just didn't know about Bill. He would still have this legal thing
hanging over his head and that was something the law would decide on. The
other thing had been both the doctor's assumptions of his physical
handicaps and the same conclusions, via Frankie's forseen abilities.

"Frankie, we have to wait and see yet, okay."

"Alright," Frankie replied, yet still uneasy over the whole thing. He'd had
been wrong once. Seeing Bill living with him could be true, but then again
maybe it's something he had pulled out of his own imagination. He trusted
the dads and figured on the waiting out period. "Can we go see Bill today?"

Diego adds Frankie's plea, "Don't forget the magic words."

"Oh yeah. Can we please go to the hospital and see my brother?"

"Of course we can. Why don't we all get ready to go now?"

"All of us, dad-Alonzo?"

"Sure, Aidan. It's good to go see people in the hospital and cheer them
up!"

So, the boys packed up the Monopoly game and headed up to their room to
ready themselves. Callan and Alonzo wore what they had on, all dressed from
Callan's flat. Barry and Steve spiraled their way upstairs, to their room.

"Tricky situation, huh Barry?"

"That it is, Steve."

"One other tricky situation."

"Oh? And what might that be, Steve?"

"Getting you alone for five minutes!"

While the two stood there barechested and in briefs, smooth-chested Steve
embraced bear-chested Barry and then took in some needed quality time.

"Uh-uh-uh... none of that, Steve!"

"Oh c'mon kiljoy. Just one little lick!"

"Yeah and one lick will lead to a full blown blowjob. We've got the boys
waiting."

"Playing 'hard' to get, huh? Hee heeee..."

"Steve, we'll have plenty of time to mess around when we're all done moving
and settled in."

"Rats!"

"Got an idea?"

"What's that Barry?"

"Let's set an official date of when we're moving out and moving in."

"Yeah.. yeah... yeah..." Steve replies, again in that childlike manner.

"How does two weeks sound?"

"When's your stuff supposed to arrive?"

"Tuesday."

"Oh cool! Works out perfect, Barry."

"How's that go?"

"Well, supposedly we start back to school on Wednesday, so if your stuff
arrives on Tuesday, we should be all ready."

"I doubt we'll get everything unpacked by then."

"Things don't have to be that well organized. After all Barry," Steve
closes up the gap once more, "we've got the rest of our lives to unpack!"

As Steve rushed to become more intimate, Barry reminded him of a more rigid
timeframe of heading out the door. As Steve and he kissed, Barry tightened
his grip on Steve's pectoral nubs.

"Mmmmmmmm...ooohhhaaahhhhh..." Steve groaned, first during the kiss and
then breaking away.

Standing there, shoulders drooping, Steve threw his head back, closing his
eyes and allowing Barry to tweak his nips. As Barry did this, he smiled to
himself, thinking of what would be a great gift for their first month
anniversay present. All he would have to do is find out where Jacq acquired
his nipclamps from!

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"This is a big moment for me in my life, Alonzo."

"Me too, Callan. Soon this big house will not only be mine and Diego's, but
your's as well."

"Let's not forget about Frankie, baby."

"Oh yeah. Um, what do you think of his brother?"

"Well, baby," Callan sighs, placing his front against Alonzo's, "I'm a
trained medical professional. I think with my knowledge I can give Bill the
help he needs to cope with the challenged life he's going to have."

Alonzo, totally in awe of the kind words, replies, "That's so sweet of you
Callan. I don't think of Bill as getting the best part of life."

"Huh?"

"Diego and I are so lucky to have met you. You're not one of those lucky
leprechauns, are you?"

"Ya never know with us Irishfolk. Ya know what they say, don't you?"

"No. What do they say?"

"Along with the Irish, you're getting the luck of the Irish."

"Hmm, well after last night I think I'm a believer!"

"You horny devil, Alonzo!"

"So, what you're assuming here is that it's okay for Frankie's brother to
come live with us?"

"Not unless you have objections, Alonzo?"

"Well, I think we shouldn't kid ourselves into thinking that there are also
going to be lawful repercussions here. I mean the kid did instigate this
harsh action against Conner Matthews."

"Oh, I'm sure of it, but in a way the kid had to be influenced by something
other than his own feelings."

"You're right, Callan. I mean, any father who would come after his own son
with a gun, well there's got to be some evil connection right there."

"Ready daddy!"

Before anymore discussion could take place, the younguns had interrupted,
followed by the other two dads. Packing everybody into Steve's Chrysler
Voyager, they headed off towards West Richland Memorial Hospital. Callan
offered to take his VW 'Bug', toting along Diego and Frankie.

"Handles nicely. What year is this?" Barry asks Steve.

"2003. The old one's retirement age had approached, so went with something
brandnew."

"A beauty. CD player, huh?"

"Yeah. The CD wallet's under the seat. See if anything strikes your tastes,
Barry."

Aidan asks, "Dad, can we listen to that new jazz one you got?"

"Hmm... turning your hedgehogs into music connoiseurs, are we, Steve?"

"Yeah, well, they don't always get to listen to what they want."

"Um, which one is it Aidan?"

"Give it here, dad-Barry. I'll find it for ya!"

Barry handed the rather large inventory of CD's, to the back seat.

"Here's the one I like. Here, dad-Barry. Put on this Holland cat."

"Holland 'cat', huh?" He replies, looking at Steve.

"Yeah, well figured that I have to teach theses guys the rudiments of
music, Barry!"

Barry smiled, humored by Steve's endeavor at defininition of musical
knowledge. He slid the disc into the player.

"Put on number six, dad-Barry. It's called 'something-Mental'."

"That mean it's going to drive me insane?" Barry jokes.

"Hmm... maybe we should have a CD player in the bedroom!" Steve says out of
the corner of his mouth, geared to only Barry's ears.

"Whoooa! Hey, that's got a snappy beat there, Steve."

"Snappy, huh? That one of them fancy music terms?"

"Yeah, right in between vivo and vivace."

"Hmm... if I'm up on my Italian, I'd say it's working on overtime!"

Barry smiled, saying, "One track mind, Steve."

They took on the countryside, with 'Mental Images' pounding away. Philip
and Aidan bopped around in the back seat, dancing in their little asses
off!

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"What'd your captain say when you called out, Karl?"

"Not too happy."

"I hope you got into trouble!"

"Fuck you, man!"

"Hee heee... love to humiliate you, man."

"Sure, Hiro. You'd love to have an excuse to rap my ass with that belt
again."

"Um, yeah, Karl. Like ya didn't enjoy it the first time?"

Like living in the lap of luxury, Karl lay out on the bed, sequestered away
in the far corner of Hiro's service station. For the thirty-three year old
cop, missing a day's work only meant carving a sickday out of his already
accumulated hundred and something.

Hiro had multitudes of fun with Karl last night. They both rather enjoyed
each other's company. It hadn't started out that way. The fight they had
proved nothing other than the both to be tough guys. Neither had the
fighting skills to beat the other. Winding into a stalemate, Hiro figured
he had met his match. A guy neither stronger, nor weaker than himself. One
thing each found in the personality of the other is a soulmate. Two guys
bent on riding bikes, getting greasy fixing them up and having some rough
sex.

While Hiro relieved himself, Karl lay out on the bed, hands behind his
head. Things he reflected on surprised himself. Thinking of himself as a
tough top, he didn't count on giving up his cherry for another man. Yet,
something about Hiro struck him as the hottest thing to hit him since... no
time! No man in his lifetime ever struck a hot chord, like Hiro had and to
give up his ass to a man of that caliber, he figured this man had to be the
'one'. For sure he wasn't going to have another stalemate, like their fight
up on the hill.

As Hiro pissed away, all he could think about is getting back to that hunk
on the bed. He enjoyed controlling Karl. Knowing beforehand the shrew man
he was, especially charged up his emotions. Yeah, breaking that ruffian and
tearing him down, molding him into his bottom 'slave to sex', turned him on
big time. As he delved out the last bit of cock piss, he still reflected on
Karl lying there in his bed. What amazed him is the screaming and carrying
on Karl did when he shoved his ten inch barrel up his chute. He didn't
fight him off, but welcomed his shaft buried deep inside. Lying there all
night, with at least some of it immersed into the velvet chamber, made Hiro
lust for more nights of the same action. Yeah, he sped up the process of
pissing, to get back to his hairy, blonde sub.

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continued.........

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