Date: Wed, 15 Jun 2005 16:08:59 -0400 (EDT)
From: T Chase <survivalgame@excite.com>
Subject: Nature Walk 44

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" 44 (M/t oral  first time)
wriTten by T. Chase McPhee

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"What?"

"Hee hee... you're so cute when you're fresh in the morning, Beary!"

"And how long have you been lying there, making this observation, Steve?"

"Um, long enough!"

As Steve said this, his index and middle finger made running leaps up
Barry's bear body.  Kicking off below his navel, leaping over the bellyhole
and similar to football hero, ran the yard lines until touchdown just under
his chin.

"I thought you got enough of that last night, Steve."

"What? Enough of my tongue on all this wiry, bear body, Beary?"

It could have become monotonous, but not to Barry. He loved the attention
Steve gave to him, regarding the masses of hair that covered his chest,
stomach, pubes, pits and the morning stubble that made Barry look mighty
sexy.

"And if I came into your life totally smoothe, Steve? Then what would you
have done?"

"Settled for licking up this hunky body without all that fur."

Barry lay there, letting Steve haul his lithe body over his, dragging the
almost hairless frame, causing chills to reverberate over his whole being
as it stirred his loins.

"Ooooooh..."

"Hah!"

"Oooooh Steve... have we got time for this?"

Steve seemed to be getting ever so much as a jolt out of this, as Barry,
slipping their early morning, sweating bodies over each other. Doing one of
the things both have come to love, Steve licked away at the pink nips,
embedded under the dark fur.

"Ooooooooh!" Barry sighed.

"Uh..uh...uh!" Steve scolded him, when he found Barry's hand sneaking in
between their bodies, badly wanting to handle the growing erection.

"You always do that to me, Steve."

"I know," the sharp response came.

Barry smiled back, as he saw Steve's mouth, drool dripping from it and then
the hardy worker go back to licking away at the hair surrounding his right
nip. As the custom became, his lover patted down his mane, in exchange for
the delightful tongue stroking.

"You actually get pleasure out of controlling my cock, don't you, Steve?"

"Ah-huh," the affirmative came, as Steve looked up, tongue still glued to
the action.

"Well," Barry looks over to the alarm clock, "we've got approximately four
minutes and my cock needs some relief. You going to do something about
that, Steve?"

"Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!"

"Haa ha ha haaa ha ha," Barry laughed away at Steve's usual responsive
nature when it came to the hint about getting on his cock. "You sure are
something Steve!"

Barry lay there, hands behind his head, his belly barreled as he arched his
back. His eyes closed, as if taking in an imaginary, serene view of
beauty. Instead his senses took in the awesome feeling of Steve's
cocksucking expertise.

"Oooooooh..." Barry sighed over and over, as Steve's tongue licked up his
8c.

Steve worked Barry's tool in half a different variations over the next four
minutes. It didn't take long for Barry to go insane with the palpatations
that led to his pulsing shaft to deliver spurts of that creamy goo. Steve
savored every bit of it, not letting a dab escape his orifice, nor throat.

"Mmmmmmmm... finger-licking good!" He said, taking the last bead from
Barry's cockhead and placing two fingers in his mouth to savor the part
that was meant to be 'good to the last drop'!

"Oh man, Steve... your blowjobs are so fuckin' good!"

"You don't mind if I...."

Steve didn't wait for a response from his lover, as he keeled over onto his
back, hitting the mattress. His hand gave hint, going to his pubic region.

"Allow me?"

It had been Barry's turn to take control of Steve's orgasm. On occasion
they would assume a rather strange positioning of bodies, to achieve one or
both of their total pleasures. Barry decided a 'reverse' method. One that
Steve enjoyed immensely, put Barry sitting on Steve's chest, facing his
cock. Steve then took the initiative to coax Barry's ass backwards, that is
towards Steve's face, until his hairy ass lay close to Steve's chin. With
tongue stuck out, Steve's hands guided Barry's ass closer to his mouth,
until his tongue tickled the hairy crack. Soon Barry began to join in the
sensation of having his ass rim massaged.

"You're doing it to me again, Steve!"

Never in all his life did Barry ever dream that he could achieve two or
more orgasms, one right after the other. However Steve had brought more
than many things out in Barry that he found hidden deep down inside for all
these years. Many things Barry thought about that he had taken for granted
with Steve. Now he recounted one of those instances. Not only did he sit
there atop Steve's chest, with a tongue buried in his ass, but with two
hands, it became quite a challenge to jerk off Steve's cock with one hand,
tease two nips with the other and then want to stroke his own cock once
more. What a quandary for all the wanting pleasures at hand(s)!

"Whew!" Steve blew out his breath, to catch some fresh air.

"Hey! We've got to get going!" Barry's quick glance at the alarm clock told
him.

"Oooooooh!" Steve sighed.

Barry quickly dismounted Steve's chest, hurled himself about til he kneeled
in between Steve's legs and lined up both cocks, taking in one hand. Right
away, Steve clutched both of his own nips in his thumbs and fingers.

"Oh no you don't Steve!" Barry cussed him out, shooing both hands away from
his totally smooth chest.

"OOooo.." Steve whimpered.

With stroking both cocks furiously, Barry alternating between nips,
squeezing gently, then rougher. Nearing orgasm, he pinched one of Steve's
nips between nails and pulled away from his body. This drove Steve into an
insane frenzy and the amount of cum delivered to his body, shot way past
the mark, almost hitting himself in the chin.

"Alllllllllllllllriiiiiiiiiiiiiiiight!" Barry shouted out grinning.

The amount of white goo exerted from the contractions of Steve shaft,
turned Barry on tremendously. The thoughts of his lover getting off on his
actions, for the pure pleasure of a hot ejaculation, fueled his own
emotions. Cum flowed from both sources. However, Steve's topped the 'top',
as far as distance is concerned. Yet, Steve's smooth stomach, except for
the bit of trail below his navel remained saturated with the white stuff.

"Oooooooh... thank you... thank you.... thank you...." Steve said, not able
to control his babbling to his lover.

Knowing that they had to really hustle, Barry didn't fall over, ploppoing
his body on top of Steve's. Instead, he hunched back, to gain control over
his breathing a bit. Even when Barry stood at the foot of the bed, he had
to bend over, place hands on his thighs and take in what had just come to
fruition.

"Hot, Steve. Too hot!"

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In another part of the house, eight boys hustled to get in the jon at
once. Often they ran into each other, smacking bodies, either half clad in
briefs or not even to that stage.

"Watch it, Philip!"

"Oh, sorry Aidan. I didn't mean to..."

They stopped to laugh at each other, as their cocks jiggled in front of
them.

"I don't think they got bruised!" Philip concluded, after the collision.

Denis teased, "Are you two going to stand around drooling over each other's
cocks all day?"

Then he pushed by, both hands grazing each of the boys' cock.

"Heeeeeey," Aidan protested. "I'm telling dad!"

"Yeah and I'm telling my dad, too!"

Denis laughed it off, pulling back the shower curtain.

"You two! Out!"

Eric Clark had the showerhead, pointing it in Mark Barr's direction, hosing
down his pubes.

"But I'm not done getting the soap off of Mark!" The fourteen year old
replied to his brother.

Denis grabbed the showerhead out of his brother's hand, hosing down the
both of them.

"Heeeeeeey, Deeeenis!" Mark grumbled.

Eric wrestled the showerhead back into his hands. Denis knew better to
place the shower curtain between them.

"Okay," Denis, now the father figure, ordered, "out, Eric and I'm giving
you two minutes, Mark!"

Much to both boys' disappointment, Eric made his exit. Not being half as
fun, nor sensual, Mark finished up under a minute. Leaving the jon, both
whipped Denis' ass with their towels, upon a quick getaway.

"You bastards!" the sixteen year old yelled at them.

Even though Eric Barr is sixteen, Denis Clark, same age, remained eleven
months older, which accounted for his ability to rule the young roost. It
seemed he followed in the footsteps of his older bro, Sean, whom didn't
show his face much any more. Sometimes he looked at Eric, wondering why he
never made a play for him. Perhaps it had been that his fourteen year old
brother, Mark, got to him first, while he tried the 'discovery game' with
Tom. Oh well, Denis thought, as he tried bathing quickly in the half-heated
shower. His mind focused on his new encounter, Adam Pezzolo. While running
the cake of soap up and down the front of his body, Denis thought about
meeting Adam in school and what first drew him into wanting to get to know
the fifteen year old. However, before he could get immersed in his early
morning reverie, one of the boys caught his attention.

"Catherine says to hurry up and get your buns downstairs, Denis!"

"I'm coming... I'm coming... keep your shirt on!"

Denis made his exit of the shower. He fluffed his blonde mane with the
towel, then wrapped it around his waist. Feeling up his 'beard', he
commented, "Maybe tomorrow," and continued on to his bedroom.

%

"Looking sharp today, Matty."

"I look like this everyday, Chad."

"No you don't. You look different."

"I guess I feel different, Chad."

"Yeah, you've been that way ever since you talked with your mom last
night. What's the story?"

"Okay. Can you tell I'm busting to say something?"

"I wish I could have kept my eyes open to hear it last night."

"You had no problem keeping your mouth open, Chad!"

The two laughed, knowing Chad fell asleep with Matty's cock just as well
implanted, like pacifier, until Chad went to dreamland.

"You're not going to believe this, Chad."

"Try me."

"Mom's buying up Donovon's."

"Well why not! She's a realtor. Somebody's gotta handle the sale of the
place."

"Ahem! No," Matty begged to differ, placing his hand on Chad's bare
shoulder. "She's not buying it as in to 'resell' it."

"Oh? How's that go then?"

"She's buying it, to run it."

"Run it? Like in owning the store and selling stuff?"

"You're learning a lot at that school, aren't ya preppy?"

Lately Matty's been making comments about Chad's wardrobe, admiring the
switch from high school to college apparel, mainly stealing from his own
private collection.

"So, she's going into the grocery business?"

"Only as an investor."

"So, who is she getting to take over in Mr. Donovon's place?"

Matty stood there with this big grin on his face.

"You're kidding? You, Matty?"

"Yeah. Um, why not?" Matty replied, his arms extended, palms paving the
way.

"But you wanted to take over your mom's business. What about Bridges
Realty?"

"Mom says a lot of the business is drying up for her. Two new realtors
opened last month and it's becoming very competitive. She's convinced me
that I'd do better going into business for myself and in a different
field. Besides, she made me an offer I couldn't refuse."

"Oh? And what's that, Matty?"

Chad knew he'd be late for school, but at this point things became too
intensely intricate, not to wait around for all the details.

"She's giving us Donovon's as a wedding present."

"Wedding present, Matty?"

Matty mistook Chad's reaction and his heightened grin disappeared.

"You... you still love me Chad, don't you?"

Chad, with his sweater half up his body, encompassing his arms, shucked
it. He tossed it on the computer table and approached Matty.

"Still love you? You're all that any guy has ever meant to me, Matty. I
love you more than myself."

With all that confessing out of the way, Chad scooped Matty up in his arms
and planted his lips on his lover. As Matty taught him more or less, Chad
imbibed in the art of French kissing. Matty returned the loving, erotic
gesture.

"Of course I love you and want to marry you. Are we allowed to get
married?"

"No, but mom said she'd foot the bill for a trip to Hawaii or
Massachusetts."

"I think you have to be a resident to be married there."

"Oh. Well, she said she could always make a big donation to Pastor Greg's
church!"

Chad smiled, gave Matty another long kiss and then retrieved his shirt from
the covering the keyboard.

"So, you in on this with me, preppy?"

"Of course. Wouldn't miss it for the world. Does that make me the assistant
manager?"

Chad pulled the tan sweater over his head.

"You kidding preppy? You're my sidekick forever. It's 'co'-manager from now
on!"

Chad waundered back over to Matty, who sat on the foot of the bed. He
placed his thumbs over his lover's yet to be covered pecs, pressing against
his nips. Then he pushed him over, his lips making contact. His preppy
sweater brushed against Matty's chest fur, as he once again darted his
tongue in and out of Matty's mouth.

Finished with his latest endeavor, Chad informed Matty, "I gotta get
moving."

"Hmm... seems to me your crotch is already in first gear!"

"Yeah, well if I don't hurry, you're cell will be ringing and I'll have to
inform you to pick me up at four o'clock, after I serve out detention."

Matty's phone did ring around noontime, informing him to pick Chad up at
four!

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"Weeellll, look who's back on track!" Steve announced to the class, as Jim
Faulkner zipped into class in the handicapped vehicle.

"All ready for another one of your science classes, Mr. C," Jim said, with
excitement.

Most likely, the applauding students excited him, or could have been the
love of his life, Connor Matthews, whom helped him get parked behind the
desk.

"Feeling good are you, Jim?" Steve asked of the student.

"Oh yeah. Real good!" Jim replied, looking for Connor's reaction, who
smiled back.

"Well you two boys have had a tough time this spring."

"I hope we can catch up," Jim replied to Steve.

"You kidding, Jim? One of the brightest students in the high school?"

Connor jested, "Cool it, Mr. C. Can't you see his head start to swell?"

The class roared with laughter.

"Okay... okay... settle down now. Let's not forget our original purpose for
gathering here this morning."

"Yeah! To party!" Shadow Martin let out a whoop.

Steve let the merriment continue for another few minutes and then they got
into the lesson at hand. During the part of the lesson where the students
read from their books and jotted notes into their books, Steve noticed the
camaraderie surrounding Jim and Connor. He smiled, thinking of how lucky he
and Barry had it. Although, it's a shame what the two had to go through at
their young age in order to strengthen their relationship. Steve wondered
what lie ahead for himself and Barry. The bell to signal the end of class,
jarred Steve out of his reverie.

"Finish chapter seventeen and make sure you've copied the homework from the
board," Steve reminded the students, above the chatter.

"Um, Mr. Clark?"

"Yes, Dean?"

"Mr. Romano said I should see you?"

"See me?"

Thoughts of the gay alliance escaped Steve's thought pattern for the
moment, then Alonzo's words flooded back in.

"Oh yes, Dean."

Steve waited for a moment, not sure what to say to Dean.

"About the gay thing?"

"Oh yes. Um, I'm a little busy right now Dean. How about meeting me after
school?"

"Here?"

"Sure. Right here in my classroom would be fine," Steve guessed. "Three
o'clock."

At the moment, coping with the incoming class and trying to prepare for the
lesson, he thought that to be the best solution.

"Great! We'll see you later Mr. Clark!"

Steve sensed the kid's attitude uplifted already. It made him feel good and
put some speed on the emphasis of the startup of a gay alliance at WRHS. He
also caught the reference to the plural and wondered whom else would be
accompanying Dean.

"Spppsssst, Steve?"

"What's up Barry?"

"Got some great news."

"Oh?"

While the students filtered in to their seats, Barry unveiled the news to
Steve, which from a distance showed Steve aghast, his eyes seemingly
popping out of his head with surprise.

"What's up Mr. Clark?" Suzette Torkelson asks.

"Oh, nothing," Steve beamed.

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"So, you have a college jock for a lover, huh preppy?"

"Lay off, Shadow, huh?"

"Nice look. He pick out your clothes for you?"

"Told you to lay off," Chad warned, as he ate his sandwich.

Chad didn't like Shadow Martin's look, nor that of his 'henchman', as they
backed off from the table he sat at, with his buddy, Dean Arrow. To anybody
they spelled trouble and he didn't care for his insinuations, nor
attitude. Yet, Chad didn't let it much bother him, after they were gone.

"Don't let him get to you, Chad. Shadow can be a jealous sort."

"Yeah. I know, Dean. Thanks for caring."

"Least I can do. Chad?"

"Yeah, Dean?"

"I don't want to butt into your personal life, but is it true that your dad
and Mr. Clark are gay lovers?"

"That 'is' kind of personal, Dean. Why do you ask?"

"Forget it, Chad. I don't have to know. It's not important, but I'm meeting
after school with Mr. Clark. Mr. Romano referred me to him. He's supposed
to be starting up a gay alliance group."

"Hmm... didn't hear anything about that."

Suddenly it dawned on Chad. For the past few weeks he's missed that 'in
touch' feeling with his family. It struck him as a bad feeling, but then
again, his life with Matty in the spotlight cheered him on. Then the lowly
sense of missing out on his family life, returned.

"Chad?"

"Oh yeah, um, well, I guess I'm not too well informed about stuff."

"Want to come with me?"

"Where?"

"To Mr. Clark's room for the meeting."

"I'd like to Dean, but I've got detention."

"What for?"

"Late to school. I got detained at home."

"Maybe next week. Mr. Romano said Mr. Clark is making this a weekly thing,
so that us gay guys can vent our feelings."

"It's a good idea. I don't know if it's for me though."

"Yeah okay. That's an honest opinion, Chad."

Their lunch carried through, chatting about sports, the history test this
morning and other not too important matters, to shoot the breeze. At times
Chad sensed 'eyes' on him and glancing up he spot Shadow Martin looking in
his direction. He pretended not to see.

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"I can't wait to get home, Aidan."

"We've got the half the day left, Philip."

"Yeah and when I get in the door, my harp is going to be waiting for me to
play it!"

"Can you really play something on it?"

"Oh sure. I had a teacher and everything. I had to practice an hour a day."

"On no!"

"What Aidan?"

"That's going to take an hour away from us doing stuff together."

"Not if you do it, too!"

"Yeah, I did say that to my dad, but he asked your dad and it's an
expensive instrument to own."

"You can share mine."

"Maybe I can play from one side and you from the other, Philip?"

"It doesn't work that way, Aidan."

"Oh. Hey, look at that."

"What?"

"Him," said much quieter, pointing out a passing boy, their age passing by.

"Oh yeah. He's cute."

As if two older guys sitting at a cafe, the ten and eleven year old sat
there on the edge of the playground, picking out the 'lookers'.

"Know what I heard Sean say one time?"

"What Aidan?"

"He and his friend saw two guys walking by. Sean says to his friend
Michael, 'I'd fuck him!'"

"And did he?"

"It's a saying, Philip."

"Meaning what, Aidan?"

"That the guy's a looker, I'm not sure, but Sean didn't fuck him."

"Oh. But I don't get why Sean would want to fuck a guy he didn't even
know. Would you, Aidan?"

"Philip, I haven't even fucked you. Why would I think about fucking another
guy?"

"We haven't even talked about that, Aidan, you know?"

"I know. I mean, we don't even kiss that much."

"We don't kiss, Aidan. The last time we kissed is right around when we
first met each other."

"I wonder if we should be kissing more, Philip?"

"Not in school."

"Oh no, that's for sure!"

"The way I see it, Aidan, is we got plenty of time for that stuff."

"You're right, Philip. Like my dad always says, a guy only lives once and
we should try to do what we can when we're young, but we've got time."

"My dad tells me that too. He told Chad, Eric, Tom and me that we should do
things when we're young, so that we can pick out what we want to do when
we're older. Like a carearrer."

"Sounds like it makes sense."

'What stuff have you done that makes it like you want to do it to earn
money, Aidan?"

"I don't know. I don't think watching TV counts."

"Nah."

"Hmm..."

"What?"

"I can't think of anything I like that I could earn money at."

"We have to find you something to do maybe."

"What else did your dad let you do?"

"Every summer I went to this college for kids and I did different stuff."

"Like what?"

"Painting, learned about stars in the night sky, one time I had to go
through all our old coins and find some from old ones."

"And did you?"

"Yep. The teacher said I had one from the 'Silver War'."

"Wow, that old?"

"Yep."

"You done more than me, Philip."

"What did your dad let you do in the summer?"

"Swim."

"That's it?"

"No. He took us hiking and..."

"Ooooh, that's what I want to do, Aidan. You're so lucky!"

Up until this moment, Aidan's psyche had that let down feeling, hearing
about Philip's exposure to all these wonderful educational matters. When
Philip drew on the hiking experience, it made feel upbeat again.

"Yeah, I can't wait til we go on the camping trip with Pastor Greg."

"Me too, Aidan, especially since Matty and my brother are going to be
counselors! I wonder if they'll be kissing?"

"No, you dummy. They're not allowed to do any sex stuff with us kids
around."

"But I betcha they'll be doing it at night, in their sleeping bag."

"No, Philip. They have to be keeping their eyes on us, so that 'we' don't
do any of stupid stuff."

"Oh yeah. I didn't think of that, Aidan. Still, I can't wait til we go out
into the wilderness."

"I hope we don't meet up with any bears."

"Bears?"

"Yeah. There's some in the woods."

"Ever seen any, Aidan?"

"Nope, but heard of campers meeting up with one once and got torn to bits!"

Philip's eyes popped open like saucers.

"No foolin'?"

"Nope, but that's okay. That's because they didn't know what to do when you
see a bear."

A little too late for excuses!

"What do you do, Aidan?"

"Well, you're not going to walk up to it and find out how to prevent forest
fires!"

Philip giggled and then said, "That's stupid, Aidan. I know that. So what
do you do?"

"Find a tree real quick and hike up it."

"I don't think I can climb a tree."

"You can do then, what you should do with a shark."

"What's that, Aidan?"

"Go for his eyes or punch the bear real hard in the face."

Philip holds up his fist.

"I don't think this would do much damage," Philip replied, holding up his
small fist.

"Maybe you could take an arrow and shoot it from your harp!'

Philip knew Aidan kidded and went along with the laugh.

"Oooh, look who's headed our way."

"Isn't that one of the Arrow girls?"

"Yeah. Marie."

"Does she know you're a queer like me?"

"No and don't say anything."

"Why, Aidan? She likes you?"

Philip didn't have a chance to get Aidan's reply.

"Hi Aidan. Who's your cute friend?"

Philip blushed.

"This here is my friend, Philip Barr, Marie."

"Nice to meet you, Philip."

"Okay," is all Philip replied.

In reality, Philip didn't like girls at all. It isn't the first time that
he's voiced his opinion on the subject. Times when a thunderstorm scared
him out of his wits and he hightailed it into Chad's bedroom, into his bed,
he told him as much.

"My brother says your dad is gay, Aidan."

Like a few minutes ago, Philip's eyes returned to the 'wide saucer'
look. He looked to Aidan, wondering what his answer would hold.

"Um, uh... how does he know?"

"Because Dean was talking to this gay teacher, Mr. Romano, and Mr. Romano
told him to go see Mr. Clark. That's your dad, isn't it?"

"I guess. Maybe there's another Mr. Clark in the high school."

"There isn't," Marie reported.

Philip pipes up with, "So what if he is?"

Apparently, Marie wasn't expecting it from another source.

"How would you know, Philip?"

"Um.... ah, because you just told us."

"That's what my brother says. I have to get back to my friends. Nice to
meet you, Philip."

"Yeah. Okay."

"Whew, that was a close one."

"Why, Aidan? Don't the kids know you're a queer?"

"Philip, can you stop saying 'queer' and use the word, 'gay'?"

"What's the difference?"

"It's different, okay?"

"I didn't think it was."

"It's like saying dingdong or cock, okay?"

"Ooooh, I see. Alright, I'll say gay from now on, Aidan. You're not mad at
me, are you?"

"No."

"Then what's bugging you?"

"Nothing."

"Yes there is."

Aidan looks over at Philip, staring at him. He knows Philip knows.

"Okay, so what Marie said about my dad, is bugging me. I gotta talk to my
dad when we get home."

"Me too."

"Why, do you have to, Philip?"

"Well, is what you want to talk to your dad about people wanting to know if
he is gay?"

"Yeah, so?"

"What happens if somebody asks me if 'my' dad is gay, Aidan?"

"I see your point, Philip. Okay. Maybe we can ask our dads together."

"Yeah and that way it wouldn't feel so weird."

"I agree," Aidan replied in a more grown up manner.

%

"Looking good today, Chad."

"Thanks Coach Martin."

"Say, Chad, you know Billy Condon?"

"Sure I do. The whole school knows he's the best runner on the team."

"Not after this weekend."

"Yeah I heard. His injury was that bad?"

"I'm afraid he's out of the running for this semester and possibly the
next."

"That's a real bummer."

"Chad, I'm moving Paul Foster into his place and that means I need another
runner for the team. How about coming out for track?"

"Me?"

"Sure. Not only are you a good athlete, but I know you're new to the school
and even though it's your senior year, you'll get to know the guys more."

"True, coach."

"So, what do you say?"

"Um, how often do you meet?"

"Right now, in your best interests Chad, I'd like you to workout with one
of the guys everyday this week."

"Ugh."

"Have plans?"

"Yeah, like today. Got detention."

"Oh. How did you manage that, Chad?"

"Late to school."

"Had this been a habit at your old school?"

"On noooo, Coach Martin. I've had a perfect record. I never got detention
in my life!"

"Well then don't worry about it. I'll smooth everything over with
Mr. Washakie and you can come by the gym after school."

"Are you sure about that, coach?"

"Of course. The track team is one of the shining stars of the school and he
wants it to stay that way."

"Okay. If you say so."

"No problem for one of our soon-to-be shining stars," Coach Martin replied,
with a pat on the shoulder.

"Thanks, Coach Martin, but you haven't seen me workout yet!"

"I've been keeping my eye on you Chad. I think you can handle it."

"Okay. If you say so, coach."

"Here, let me call in one of the guys. You can get a start on running
during class."

"You mean I don't have to play basketball with the rest of the guys?"

"Nah. I'll have you team up with Benson."

Coach walks out onto the court, from his office, Chad trailing.

Singling out Chad's new team mate, he cups his hands over his mouth and
yell's, "Benson, get your butt in my office!"

The game halts, just as Bronsky is ready to heave the ball in the air, to
score. All the guys on the team issue cat calls.

"Ooooh, Benson, you're in deep shit!"

"Maybe Coach needs a blowjob!"

The team breaks up into hysterics.

"Shut up, Torkelson," Benson yells to the instigator of the laughter,
hurled at his dignity.

"Benson, you know Chad Barr, do ya?"

"Yeah. Hi Chad."

"Hey," Chad replies.

"Benson, I'm placing Chad under your tuteledge for the week, to get him
started on the track team."

"Track team?"

"What're ya deaf, Benson?"

"No, sir," the meek seventeen year old replies.

"Then you can get him started on the warmups."

"Yes, sir."

"Here... here's the keys to the wrestling room. Take Chad downstairs and
get started. I'll let you know when the period's about over."

"Yes, sir."

Chad surveyed Benson's personality. He wasn't sure if he was gay or not,
but for certain he wasn't too outgoing. Chad followed Steve down the
stairs, unlocked the room and entered, leaving Chad to hold the door for
himself. For the next thirty minutes, Steve drilled Chad in the basics of
getting ready to run. That is, when they weren't talking about something
else.

"Whew! It's hot in here," Chad observed, stripping off his gym tee.

After pulling it over his head, he caught Steve looking straight at him.

"Steve?"

"What, Chad?"

"Nothing," Chad lied. "Okay, what do I do first?"

Steve again showed Chad some steps. Once, Steve bent over to show Chad a
stance. Being an inch shorter than Chad's six foot height, his chest
bounced off of the back of Chad's butt. They both fell onto the mat.

"Oh, sorry Chad."

"I'm okay, Steve. What about you? You're the one that got butted."

"Fine, Chad."

However, Chad had already looked at something different about Steve; the
bulge in his gympants. Steve became aware of Chad's gaze and blushed.

"You're gay, aren't you?"

"Me?" Steve Benson replied.

"If you're not, then I apologize, Steve."

Chad wasn't sure why Steve vented his feelings with him, but he did.

"Can you keep a secret, Chad?"

"If you're going to tell me you're gay, Steve, it's not much of a secret,
according to the guys in our gym class."

Steve broke from the starting position of a sprint, stood up straight, put
his hands on his hips, letting his head sink almost to his chest.

"I mean it's no big deal, Steve."

Chad then summised that indeed, it was a big deal for Steve. But by that
time, Steve had plenty to unload on Chad.

"Yeah, no big deal for you, Chad. You have a dad that's accepting of
yourself for who 'you' are."

"Well, yes..."

Before Chad could get anymore comments in, Steve began taking up walking
the mat, his hands gesturing his feelings as he explained.

"But my dad, no! Fuckin' forget it if he ever knew that had the hots for
guys and not girls. He'd have a fuckin' cow, man!"

So much for Chad's thoughts about the meek'n'the mild! Steve came to rest
with both hands up against the cinder block-painted wall, wrists crossed
and his forehead leaning on them. Chad didn't rightly know how to address
the situation, but he felt moved by Steve's predicament.

"Listen, Steve. I'm not going to say 'I know how you feel', I don't, but I
do know this. Nobody outside of my family knows this in fact, but I'm
adopted. I was adopted when I was eleven years old, because I tried to sit
down and talk to my dad and tell him that my only interest had been
boys. If I'd known that it would get me thrown out of the house, with a
suitcase in my hand, I most likely wouldn't have said anything."

Steve turned slowly, realizing it hadn't been easy for Chad, all his
life. Not one for holding affection for anyone, he stood there, but relayed
his consolation.

"Chad, I'm sorry. I had no idea."

Wiping the sweat from his brow, Chad replied, "Yeah, well one thing I can
be sure of and I've told myself this over and over, since that time, Steve,
I'm one hundred percent glad that I did it."

"What about your mom?"

"I came from a not so 'traditional' family," Chad surrounded the word in
imaginary parenthesis, utilizing two hands. "My mom didn't give two hoots
about me. I thought my father loved me and maybe he did, but he couldn't
accept the fact that his only son was gay. Plain as that."

"Did.. did you love your dad, Chad?"

"Yeah, I did. I still do, but unfortunately for him, his differences have
kept us apart."

"You still know where he lives?"

"Oh sure. I couldn't be adopted by my dad now, without my biological dad,
literally, signing me away."

"It must've been awful, Chad."

"Yeah, I was screwed up for awhile, but I found my foster family, my
adotive family very loving and understanding."

"And they knew about you being gay, Chad?"

"I talked to my dad about it, but we decided to keep it a 'man's' secret."

"Are you ever going to tell your mom, the one that adopted you?"

This is where Chad had trouble answering, but he swallowed his grief.

"My mom's dead. She..."

"Chad, I'm sorry," Steve told him, feeling more saddened for Chad than
himself.

Steve didn't know much about converying feelings, but at least put his hand
on Chad's shoulder.

"She was a good woman to our family and the community. I know my dad and
her had marital problems, but I loved her."

"How? How did she, um..."

"She was murdered outside the courthouse where she worked," Chad replied,
his voice cracking, followed by tears.

Chad didn't wait for Steve to step forward and hug him, he approached,
caressing the seventeen year old. Not one to understand emotion, nor to
react, Steve wasn't sure what to do, so he followed Chad's lead. The first
time hugging a male, other than the occasional greeting as a sense of
'hello', Steve felt electricity run through his body. It sent shivers up
and down his spine, but still it felt too strange to reciprocate any of his
own feelings.

Breaking away, Chad said, "Sorry Steve. I didn't mean to make this awkward
for you."

"No, it's not. I mean. Um, Chad?"

"Yeah, Steve?"

"You're the first guy I ever hugged like that."

Chad, his brain still focused on his past, stood there for a moment,
analyzing Steve's thoughts. His reply seemed just as vague.

"You. You mean, as far as hugging another guy? I mean gay man?"

"Yeah."

That completely broke the mold of Chad's link to the past and he smiled.

"Nice, wasn't it, Steve?"

Both Chad's easy way of putting it, plus a bit of humor in his assupmtion,
made Steve smile.

Shrugging his shoulders, he stated, "Yeah."

"Want another?"

"Hug?"

"Yeah, if you want it," Chad asked, sure that Steve would like it.

"Okay."

The two seventeen year old's stepped into each other's arms. For several
moments they drew in their feelings. Chad wasn't surprised that his crotch
picked up movement from Steve's. Steve had different observations.

"Oh man, Chad," he said, as they still connected, but with about a foot
parting, looking downwards.

"Happens," he grinned at Steve.

"I mean it's the first time, Chad."

"I know," Chad said frankly, smiling.

Suddenly a loud voice disintegrated their gay chat.

"What the fuck you doing, Bronson? You're supposed to be teaching Barr here
something about running?"

"This is important, Coach."

"I beg your pardon, Barr?"

By this time, Coach Martin stood with each jock to one of his sides. He
looked down between them. His disposition took a complete u-turn.

"Oh, I see. Show and tell, huh?"

Both track jocks smiled, glancing away from Coach Martin's look.

"Well, it's time to hit the showers, both of ya's!"

"Yes, sir," Both replied.

Hustling away from where coach stood, Chad replied, "I really did learn
something today, Coach Martin."

"Yeah... yeah.. just don't forget to wash behind your ears!"

Coach Martin didn't follow them, directly, so they reached the top of the
stairs as a pair.

"He didn't seem too angry, Chad."

"That's because he understands."

"Coach Martin? Understands that we both had erections?"

"Well, I don't know if the other guys know, but I have a feeling that Coach
Martin is one of us."

"He's gay, Chad?" Steve said, in wonderment.

"Yeah. One of the reasons he probably likes his job. C'mon, we better hit
the showers or we'll be late for class."

"Chad?"

"Yeah, Steve."

"Thanks."

"No problem, but if you want help with feeling gay and how you should go
about telling your dad, you should go to my da... um, Mr. Clark's class
after school."

"Mr. Clark?"

"Yeah, he's heading up a gay alliance for guys like us."

"Really? He... he's not gay, is he?"

"Let me give you a hint, Steve buddy. Washakie needed two teachers to head
up the group. A gay teacher and a lesbian teacher. Go figure!"

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Now, isn't that breaking the news gently?  continued.........

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