Date: Sun, 15 May 2005 15:01:11 -0400 (EDT)
From: T Chase <survivalgame@excite.com>
Subject: Nature Walk 39

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" 39 (M/t oral office-sex shower)
wriTten by T. Chase McPhee

%

After picking up their children in the downstairs Sunday school, Steve,
Barry, Alonzo, Callan, Alberto and their families make their exit. Walking
towards the car, the kids run ahead with the keys.

"I'd say he can't be more than thirty," Steve guesses.

"Nah, he's younger than thirty," Callan would bet his life on.

"Yeah, Callan's right. Pastor Greg has to be around twenty-seven."

Barry defends his lover, "Well, that's almost thirty, so Steve's not 'that'
far off!"

"I didn't see a ring on his finger," Alonzo brings up.

Alberto informs them, "Pastor Greg is 'not' married and yes, I think he is,
too!"

They all laugh out loudly at Alberto's insinuations.

"Daddy, whatcha laughin' at?"

"Nothing much. Alberto told us dads a funny joke, Diego."

"What's the joke?" Frankie asks.

"Yeah, daddy, we want to laugh, too!"

As they get in the car, Alonzo tells Callan, "You tell them, dad-Callan!"

"Oh, thanks!" He gives his lover the eyes of appreciation.

"Tell us dad-Callan!"

"Yeah!" Frankie cheers Diego on.

"Okay.. um, well... ya see..." he stumbles, trying to dig deep in the joke
vault, "How do you change a pumpkin into another vegetable?"

Diego and Frankie think, then try talking it over.

"We give up dad-Callan!" Frankie replies for the two.

"You throw it up in the air and it comes down squash!"

Turning to the two, Callan flashes a grin, saying, "Well?"

"I don't get it."

"Me neither."

"Squash!"

"Squash?" Frankie asks.

"Never mind. How about this one? What is the cannibal's favorite game?"

Diego says, "Swallow the leader!"

As Frankie cracks up, congratulating Diego on such a great job, Callan
thinks up a surefire one.

"Okay, so you knew that one."

"Jade told us guys that one, dad-Callan."

"Alright, here's my last offer of the day. What are monsters called when
they sleep?"

Another conference took place, amounting to no answer.

"What dad-Callan?"

"Dinosnores!"

This time he got a moderate reaction, opting to turn and press the CD into
the player.

"What the heck is this?"

Alonzo answers, "Oh, Diego likes it."

"Not bad. I like the rhythm. Who's singing?"

"Look at the CD jewelcase. You'll see."

Callan wondered why Alonzo had been so coy, until he feasted on the hunk on
the cover.

"Emmanuel? Oh my! The kid sure does have good taste!"

"Um, no."

"This is Willie Colon?"

"Keep going, Callan."

"Oh my! Three for the price of one!"

"Hee heeee.. yeah, you got it now. Los Tri-O."

"Niiiiice!"

"Are you talking about the music, Callan?"

"Both! What masculine voices!"

"Dad-Callan?"

"Yes, Diego."

"Did you know any gay guys before you met my dad?"

"Yes. There's a couple of nurses at the hospital and I know some gay police
officers."

"Did you go with any?"

"Um, no."

"Then my daddy is the first?"

"I guess you can say that."

Alonzo teases Callan, "Oh? So there have been others?"

"Nada, I think is the proper response!" Callan tries out some of his
Spanish.

"Dad-Callan?"

"Yes, Frankie?"

"If you never been with another gay guy then how do you know you love
dad-Alonzo?"

Callan, as well as Alonzo had sneaky suspicions that Frankie not only asked
this question for argument's sake.

"Ahem! Well, because I," Callan began the expose of love telling, "feel
like not only giving love, but feel love coming from dad-Alonzo."

"Did you like kiss my daddy a lot to find out dad-Callan?" Diego even got
into the questioning.

"Yes, we've kissed quite a bit."

Now came the 'daddy of them all' questions, directed from Frankie.

"Did you lay together in bed a lot?"

"Um," came Callan's only reply, not comfortable with the 'touchy' subject.

Alonzo smiled, then replied to the question, "Not a lot. How would you boys
like to stop somewhere for lunch?"

"Yeah, cool!"

They didn't hesitate to react to those facts. As they rode along, Callan's
gaze went back to the CD jewel case on his lap. Looking up at the driver,
he wondered if the three Latinos on the cover had as much 'beauty' about
themselves as the man he loved?

%

"Here's your change of clothes, babe. I hope I picked out what you like."

Gary looked over the wardrobe Mike brought from home.

"Well, it's the thought that counts, Mike."

"You don't like it."

"Um, well... the brown tie doesn't really go with the blue shirt, however,
sometimes 'one' has to look beyond the superficial beauties of life."

Taking the clothes, all nicely arranged on hangers, Gary tossed them in the
chair and took up with some hugging.

"Hmm, I wonder if this could've been more intense if I picked out a perfect
match?" Mike commented.

"Um, I think we've got a perfect match without any clothes."

"Oh?"

With that, Gary dropped his arms and walked towards his door. He flicked
the locked catch forcefully and on purpose, so that Mike could hear
them. Turning, he began untying the day old tie, then unbuttoning the shirt
cuffs.

"Why don't you take a seat on the sofa and relax, Mike?"

"Hmm.. looks like I'm in for quite the striptease!"

"As I said, Mike. Relax and 'get comfortable'?"

Mike's face lit up like the Christmas tree at Rockefeller Center. He
supposed that 'horny' comment earlier this morning must have fallen into
play. Mimcing his lover, he unbuttoned his shirt, stripping it. Lifting his
white crew tee shirt, he tore it off over his head, revealing his hairy,
dark blond chest. Sitting their, he arched his back up against the back of
the sofa to unzip. Gary, already far ahead of Mike, knelt down on the
floor, his cock and balls already fully exposed.

"Allow me."

While on his knees, he straddled Mike's right leg, teasing him with rubbing
his erection and balls on his leg.

"Ooooooh man!" Mike called out.

Gary ground his meat into Mike's shin, as he uprighted himself. Leaning
into Mike's chest, he licked away at his right pec, swirling his tongue
around the outside of the hairy pec. Mike's hands came into play with
Gary's back, rubbing the already moistened, smooth skin. Gary's hands,
still at the stripping, had worked Mike's fly all the way open, peeling
back the flaps of his pants. One hand reached down the middle of his
tighty-whities.

"OOoooooooh!"

It must have been a plot, Mike gathered, feeling his sensitive nip being
toyed with the wet tool and a hand fondling his already plump nine
inches. As he arched his back, once again pressing his upper shoulders
against the sofa, Gary's hand moved behind him, slipping both pants and
briefs out from under him.

"Sly trick... but I like it!" Mike said, fluttering his eyebrows in total
abandonement.

"Hmm.." was Gary's comment, as his tongue drew a line across Mike's chest,
on his way to the other pec.

Much to Mike's amazement, when Gary began to get rough, massaging his nip
in between his teeth, the gasping came through as total pleasure, instead
of pain.

"Oh fuck yeah! Eat me!"

And Mike this time wasn't talking about his cock!

Gary, seeing this new turn of events, as well as sensing it, with Mike
clenching his shoulders each time he bit down, began working Mike's other
nip with his hand.

"Oh fuck yeah!" Mike cried out, with more back arching.

After a good fifteen minutes or more of nipwork, Gary broke away. It wasn't
without one last reprise, though. Mike gasped, looking down, as Gary had
his nip clenched in between his front brighty-whities, pulling his nip
clear away from his hairy pec. He suddenly let go.

"On man... you don't know what you've started, babe."

"On the contrary, Mike. I know 'exactly' what I've started!"

"You're a sneaky fuck, aren't you?"

Gary flashes a big grin, before turning his attention to lower matters.

"Hmm... I see how much you like your nips toyed with, Mike."

Mike looked down to his lap, as Gary gave his tool one quick stroke, making
the precum ooze out in plenty. Not waiting for Mike to get a word in
edgewise, other than a loud moan, as his tongue began to clean up the mess,
starting at the top!

%

"Mom, you had your arm around Dr. Scalia's waist!"

"Oh, I did, didn't I?" Barbra Matthews reported back the fact to her son,
as they drove back to their home in 'Bridges Heights'.

"Hee heee..."

"What? Conner Matthews, you answer me this minute! What is 'so' funny?"

"You, mom."

"C'mon now, Conner. Spill the beans. One minute you're in tears over your
lover and next minute you're laughing like a wild hyena!"

"Okay, mom. Calm down. I wasn't all that asleep when you chatted with
Dr. Roberts earlier this morning."

"Well, I'll be! Either I must be getting old or you teenagers are getting
wiser. So, what is it you 'stole' from our conversation, Conner?"

"First of all, mom. Seriously speaking, it's alright with me."

Conner went on too many suppositions for her guessing mind.

"So, you overheard me talking about Dr. Scalia. Is that it, Conner?"

"Yeah, mom. Tell you the truth, I wondered why all these years you didn't
hook up with some bachelor guy."

At the stop sign, Barbra 'parked' a little longer.

"I didn't want to have anyone interfere with my raising you up, Conner."

"Thanks mom, but you gave up a lot by doing that."

"Maybe not, Conner... oh, just go around!"

Barbra's thoughts got interrupted by some impatient person who leaned on
their horn.

"As you were saying, mom?"

"Ever hear the saying that goes, 'good things come to those that wait'?"

"Yep."

"Looks like I'm getting that 'good thing'!"

"Dr. Scalia?"

"Yes. Maria is such a good woman and she's so caring and..."

"Mom, you don't have to give me a desertation on her. Remember that she
took care of me after... you know and.."

"And I thought it so sweet of Jimmy to bring her those yellow roses!"

All Conner could do is smile at the thoughts of that day when Jim showed up
to present her with the appreciative gift of flowers and her response to
make him stay put, to accumulate a 'flower garden'.

"So, what's going to happen here, Mom?"

"Well, our first priority is getting Jimmy well and out of the hospital."

"Yeah, what happened? I thought they set him up to be released today?"

"Legal complications from that bitch of a mother!"

"Whooooa, mom!"

"Too bad she isn't walking in front of me.... I'd run her down sooooo
fast!"

Conner laughed at his mom. Of course Barbra Conners didn't have an unkind
heart as to pull something like that off. When Conner was a young lad, his
mom accidentally ran over a squirrel. She had to stop the car to find out
how the creatured fared. Fortunately when they searched for the rascal, he
had skidaddled away!

"Mom, what do you think is going to happen?"

"Honestly, I don't know Conner. If anything, at least his dad should do
something for him."

"Too bad he isn't eighteen."

"That would make it a bit easier on all of us, Conner, but sometimes things
can't be figure out that simply. One good thing he has going for him..."

"Oh, what's that, mom?"

"You, Conner."

"And you and Dr. Scalia, too!"

It's Barbra's turn to smile at Conner's choice of people who think the most
of Jim.

%

"You rang, Bill?"

"Nature call again. Sorry to bother you Estefan."

"Told you a long, long time ago, Bill, that nothing is a problem with
helping you."

"Oh yeah. Forgot. It's your job!"

"My job? HaH! If it had been only my job to come help you get out of bed to
hit the jon, you would've peed in your pants by now, Bill!"

"Okay, so I get it. You care about me."

"Yeah, but we have to hurry and get you into the jon and out. Company's
coming," Estefan reported to Bill Wade, as he helped him to his feet.

"I feel rickety."

"Of course you do. You still have a lot of impairments. When the brain
takes a hit, it's not an instant getting back on your feet sort of
situation."

"Right."

With his arm around Bill's waist, Estefan helps him to the handicapped
chair, then to the jon, off the chair, onto the toliet seat.

"Call me when you're ready to 'wipe up', Bill."

"I hate that part. I wish I could do it myself, Estefan, instead of...."

"Hey, you need the help. Just be glad you have someone patient like me to
help out."

Bill never met a guy like Estefan before. Even though he had been like a
real pain in the ass to take care of, Estefan treated him like a first
class matey on an ocean voyage. Bill often thought how come Estefan, and no
one else on the nursing staff, even attended to him. For the whole time
since he had been brought into the hospital room, it had been Estefan who
changed the seats, lifted him to the jon toilet, wiped his ass, lifted him
back to the handicapped chair, then helped him back to bed. That time when
Frankie had visited, Estefan told him to 'like' the visit or else. He even
wound up getting a hug from Estefan and it felt great that somebody would
take the time to care about him. Everything Estefan did for him, even the
brash words that made him get out of his depression and back on the road to
better mental health, added up to how much Estefan cared about him.

"I'm ready, Estefan!" Bill called out.

"Okay, just a sec, Billy-boy!"

Bill actually smiled at the nickname Estefan pinned on him only
yesterday. As he lie there in between TV shows, Bill tried thinking up a
cute nick for Estefan, but Fanny, didn't seem masculine enough. Though,
with the slight fem twinge to Estefan's voice, it did seem to bend in that
direction.

"Ooooh Billy-boy, what did you go and do?"

"I want to learn how to do it myself."

"I guess I can't blame you for that. Okay, now you're going to have to take
a shower."

Bill's sudden high adrenaline rush, trying to wipe his ass for himself,
slid backwards, as Estefan mentioned the 'shower', coinciding it with the
term 'defeat'.

"Can't you just wipe if off, Estefan?"

"It's all over your ass and hand and look!"

They both stare downwards, some brown stuff on Bill's barefoot, smeared.

"Dammit, Estefan. I made a real mess here!"

Estefan stood there, his hands on his hips, looked at Bill and laughed.

"I thought you were pissed at me, Estefan?"

"What am I going to do with you Billy-boy?"

Like an eight year old, Bill Wade gave Estefan that boyish look when doing
something wrong, but not overly requiring harsh punishment.

"Do you think you can undress yourself?"

A noise came from the outer room.

"What's that?"

"Oh, they're bringing in the other gringo."

"Who?"

"His name is Jim Faulkner. I told you about the accident last night,
right?"

"Yeah."

"Remember when we heard that loud boom?"

"Yeah?"

"It was Jim's car that decided to take flight. Another thing."

"What's that Estefan?"

"Jim is Conner Matthew's lover."

"Oh man, he's gonna fuckin' kill me!"

"Calm down, Bill... he's not going to do any such thing."

"Don't they have another room for him?"

"No, on account of two nasty accidents this past week, the place is full."

"Oh bummer!"

"Billy, are you going to get in this shower or do I have to haul your ass
over here?"

"No. I'm coming, Estefan."

Looking back, he wished to God that Bill Wade had been born gay. The six
foot one height made the stocky build about even out the waistline. He
wasn't an exercise warrior, but no fatguy, either. Whenever Estefan bathed
Bill, while not being able to leave his bed, he so enjoyed wiping the warm
cloth across his hairy chest and then down the trail that graced his
abs. He wondered what Bill thought about another man wiping around his cock
and balls. How redundant!

"Got it at the right temperature, Billy. Hurry up before the hot water runs
out!"

Estefan smiled, saying, "I'm coming... I'm coming."

"And don't touch me with 'that' hand!"

For the first time since they had been thrown together by this unfortunate
series of events, Bill jokes with Estefan, holding up the 'dirty' hand and
threatening to wipe it on his hospital garb.

"Ooooh, do I have to sit on that thing?"

"Not unless you want me to strip down and get in there with you,
Billy-boy."

Estefan would jump at the chance to get in there, naked, with Bill. However
he knew he would be flatly turned down by some dumb remark.

"Oooooh no. I'm kind of tired anyway!"

"Alright, well you do the best you can. Here's the soap and a cloth."

"I... I don't think I can wash myself..."

"Then the crap stays on your feet, Billy-boy!"

"Estefan, why you always give me a hard time?"

"You don't think I'm going to be around forever to be your nursemaid, do
you Billy-boy?"

"Okay. I'll try."

As Estefan left the jon for a moment, he thought about it. Someday Billy
would be able to do everything for himself. He cringed at the thoughts of
not having contact with him anymore and suddenly a void began to grow in
his heart.

"Hi Estefan. I came to see my brother. Where'd he go?"

"Oh. He's in the shower, Frankie. Go ahead. You can go in. Who's your
little friend?"

"This is Diego. He's my boyfriend."

"Oh. Nice to meet you Diego," Estefan offered his hand, wondering in what
sense Frankie meant the connection.

"Alright if Diego comes with me, Estefan?"

"Sure. He's even in a good mood!" Estefan filled Frankie in on the totally
opposite temperament of the prior visit.

"Thanks Estefan."

"Yeah, thanks for letting the boys in."

"Oh, you're welcome. Um, sorry, forgot your names."

"Alonzo Romano and this is... is.."

"Your partner?"

"Yeah," Alonzo smiled, "my partner Callan O'Meara."

"Haven't we met before?" Callan asked Estefan, well knowing that having
made dozens of deliveries to the hospital, in his paramedics duty, they've
met at least a thousand times.

"Um, I'm not sure. Of course, you look different with this guy, so it's
easy to mistake you for someone else!"

Both laughed at the play acting around their real lives at the hospital.

"So, you finally met your match, Callan?"

"Yeah. How about yourself. Any prospects, Estefan?"

"Not yet. Maybe sometime."

"Hey Daddy!"

"What Diego?"

"Frankie's brother is a nice guy."

"What makes you say that?"

"He's letting us help clean him!"

Estefan had to go and see this. Sure enough, Frankie stood there,
armsleeves rolled up and wiping Bill's back with a soapy cloth.

"Hmm... and I couldn't help you!" Estefan said sarcastically, arms folded,
crossed chest, looking into the steamy alcove.

"They wanted to help. Sorry you're jealous."

"Oh, don't you worry Billy-boy. I'll get even later. And oh, Billy-boy, ya
forgot to flush!"

As Estefan made his exit, the two younger boys laughed as they heard the
big 'splat' and then 'glug-glug-glug' as the toliet flushed. Soon enough
time had passed for ten guys to be in and out of the shower.

"Well, did you boys make sure Billy-boy is squeaky clean?"

"I didn't know that helping somebody else take a bath is so tough a job,
Estefan."

"Looks like you boys got nice and wet. Just think what happens to me,
everyday."

"You have this much fun everyday, Estefan?" Frankie asks.

"Oh and so much more!" He replied facetiously.

"Gee, Frankie, maybe we should become nurses, too!"

"Um, you wetbacks," which literally had been true, because of the young
guys' soaked nature, "want to wait outside, please."

They agreed it had been time to quit, all tired out.

"You're brother sure has a big cock, Frankie."

"Yeah and big balls, too!"

"I wonder if our cock and balls'll get that big?"

"I don't know. If a guy's got balls that big, then it means he's got a lot
of creamy stuff stashed away inside of them!"

"Wow! I wonder how much squirts out of Bill's balls?"

"What was that, Diego?"

"Oooh, nothing dad-Callan."

Callan turned to Alonzo, smiling. Upon hearing little dabs of words in
their conversation, like 'cock' and 'balls', gave them enough indication of
the subject matter of their low key conversing.

"Now you just sit there a minute Billy, while I get you another gown."

Bill Wade's hands kind of fell to his lap, as he waited patiently for
Estefan to return from outside his room. Alonzo and Callan tried to focus
their attention to Bill's face, asking him how he felt, etc.

"Here we go Billy."

Right behind Estefan, two attendants rolled in another bed, a young teen
lying there, eyeing up the guys visiting Bill. His gaze did pick up on the
male flesh Estefan dressed in the spare gown.

"You look familiar," Alonzo says to Jim, looking straight into his face.

"I'm in your lit class, Mr. Romano."

"Oh, right. Tough to remember, since we've only had one class."

"Yeah, that's right. I signed up for the drama club, too, Mr. Romano. A lot
of kids think Mr. Barr is cool."

"I just hope they like everything we have planned. Uh, I'm sorry that I
don't remember your name."

"Jim... Jim Faulkner."

"Nice to meet you, Jim," Alonzo said, shaking his hand. "And this is my
family..."

Alonzo suddenly stopped, realizing the term he just used to describe
Callan, Frankie and his beloved son, Diego.

"Nice to meet you all. Mr. Romano is my lit teacher."

"So I've heard," Callan tells Jim.

"Um, I think we better get our little guys home and into some dry clothes."

"Bill, we'll come back tomarra after school!"

"See ya Estafon!"

Bill says, "Thanks for coming to see me, Frankie."

The two boys make eye contact, as Callan ushers them out.

%

"Jade, you make the best peanut butter'n'jelly sandwiches!"

"Thank you Philip."

"Y'know Philip and me..."

"Philip and I?"

"Yeah... us, have following your orders, Jade."

"Orders, Aidan?"

Catherine smiles, then macho-ly gives a lite fanny whack, saying, "What
they mean is the pleases and thank-you's, girl!"

"Catherine, why did you whack Jade in the fanny?" Philip asks.

"To tell her to keep up the good work!"

Jade smiles back at the wink Catherine gives her, as she breaks up the head
of lettuce.

"By the way, guys," Catherine says, "I had a hand in making those p'n'b
specials!"

Aidan says sarcastically to her, "What d'ya want Catherine? A medal?"

"Why you!" She yells back to Aidan, then in her wickedest interpetation,
"I'll get you my pritty!"

Standing behind Aidan, she goosed not only Aidan, but Philip as well, up
and down the sides, causing the two a torturous ripple of laughter.

"Well what happened to you two?"

"We gave Frankie's brother a bath, Jade!"

"Yeah and me'n'Diego got all wet!"

Steve asks, "Did he have any clothes on?"

"Now that's something I would expect out of a kid!" Alonzo comments.

"Yeah, really Steve," Callan backs him up.

Barry mocks, "Yeah, really Steve. Where's your sense of values?"

"Alright," Steve goes on, "I apologize!" Then kneeling down, he confronts
Diego and Frankie, "Do two guys forgive your daddy-Steve?"

Diego purses his lips, putting his pointer finger dead center, then
replies, "I dunno. What do you think Frankie?"

"Oh c'mon guys. Have a little heart here!" Dad-Steve whimpers.

"I guess so. If you want to, Diego."

Frankie looks at his pal, waiting for the final word of justice, as does
dad-Steve.

"Okay dad-Steve, but you better watch your step!"

They all roar with laughter at Diego's sentence, delivered.

"What's for dinner Jade?" Chad asks, as he and Matty step in from outside.

"Hey, c'mon. Get outta here! You can't come in here like that, boys!"

Maybe Jade would allow the two jocks to walk through the kitchen with dirty
boots, but not Catherine. She was on the warpath tonight!

"Boys, Catherine? You're treating us like we're... we're... like them!"
Chad points in the direction of the younger kids.

"Well, I'd a thought that perhaps you two boys would be an inspiration to
these young boys and think before you go trasping through the house with
mud underfoot!"

Jade went along with her lettuce arranging, as the dads stood by watching
the scene unravel before them.

Alonzo turns to Callan and says, "I thought you said 'she' was the sloppy
one?"

Alonzo draws on the bookmark in his memory banks that presented of udder
chaos, when he first stepped through the door of Callan's and Catherine's
shared apartment. Clothes had been left all of the place, along with used
dishes.

"Oh, did I say that?" Callan very badly tried covering up.

"You! You're the messy half, aren't you?" Alonzo bullied his lover,
swatting him in the arm.

Callan laughed.

"Yeah, really Chad!" Philip said to his brother, mimicing Catherine.

Then the rest of the boys joined in with Philip.

"Dad, tell me Catherine's not moving in with Jade, when we make the move?"
Chad questions his dad, Barry.

"Um, well, I'm not sure."

Catherine stands right in front of Chad and pointing the finger says, "Get
used to it guys!"

"That answer your question, son?" Barry tries not cracking a smile after
delivering the ultimatum.

"C'mon Chad. We can go shower at my place."

After picking on Chad, Catherine turns to her brother and lover.

"I hope you know what you're getting yourself into, Alonzo," the wavy
finger picks up where it left off with Chad.

"Um, I think so," Alonzo replies, unsure at this point, except for the
sexual part.

"Callan, don't you expect me to come calling to pick up after you,
neither!"

"Dad-Callan, you better not be a slob. My daddy doesn't like living with
slobs. That's what he tells me!"

Diego's little note on tidiness causes everyone, especially Catherine a
thunderous jolt of laughter.

"Well, I guess I better run upstairs and pick up my underwear, then."
Callan replies, turning for the stairs.

It gave the indication for all parties to move. Diego and Frankie followed
the dads to change out of their clothes.

"Hey Diego!" Yells Aidan, looking up to the top of the spiral staircase.

"What?"

"Wanna play Monopoly?"

"Okay, Aidan. Be right down."

"We're playing Garfield."

"Oh, cool!"

Diego scampers out from view, heralding the news of the four playing
Garfield Monopoly, to his pal Frankie.

%

"That Catherine is one tough bird, Matty."

"Don't let her get to you, Chad."

"I guess."

"Have you said anything to your dad about moving out, Chad?"

Suddenly Chad's demeanor dipped lower than getting busted by Catherine. He
even looked downcast, with the shower trickling overhead.

"Is there something wrong Chad?"

"Yeah, sorta, but not."

Matty moved his wet, hairy chest in towards his lover, raising both arms to
encompass his body.

"Okay. What's up Chad Barr?"

"First of all, I have to wait til I'm eighteen."

"That I know. Don't you remember that we've already discussed that Chad?
Your dad wants you to graduate first."

"I know."

"Then what's eating you, man?"

"Matty, I'm gonna miss Squirt and the guys."

Even with the touching of their bodies and other sensitive areas, it could
not detract the thoughts of emotions Chad went through at this particular
time. Even Matty's rubbing, with a bar of soap in one hand, up and down his
smooth back, couldn't outright calm the feelings of love.

"Hey, it's not like you're not going to see your family again, Chad."

"I know."

"We'll see them every Saturday at the nature walk, stop in for
meals.... often, at church and look, you and I are going to be full fledged
couselors. It'll be almost like living there, except... except you'll be
sleeping with me... like, always."

Matty's words began to get to Chad, shifting him from down spiral of
degrading thoughts and putting him back on track towards uplifting his
spirits.

"Yeah, you're right, as usual."

"Hey, Chad Barr, get this through your head and remember this well," Matty
scorned him, "I'm 'not' right all the time, get that?"

"Yeah," Chad conceded, chuckling.

"Oh man."

"What's the matter, Matty?"

"All of a sudden I feel so horny!"

"Hee heee..."

"How about you, Chad?"

"Um, not really, but why don't you make me?"

"Hmm.." Matty replied, his soapy hand moving down to do a cleanup job on
Chad's pubes!

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Oooo la laaa..... continued.........

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