Date: Sat, 13 Aug 2005 14:08:42 -0400 (EDT)
From: T Chase <survivalgame@excite.com>
Subject: Nature Walk 59

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" 59
wriTten by T. Chase McPhee

%

Most of the rooms of the Clark-Barr residence resembled a landscape of
boxes, recently shipped from the east, integrated with odds and ends of
Clark household items, brought over yesterday.

"Owwwch!"

"You alright there, Barry?"

"Oh yeah. Just stubbed my toe on this big box. I can't wait til we get this
place sorted out."

Steve, stood next to his partner, having jumped out of bed, at the sound of
the hurt.

"And where is it you're headed, Barry?"

"The jon?"

"Hee heee..."

"What? My stubbed toe... that's funny?"

"I'm not laughing at that. Sure, from my old place, the jon was straight
through where you're headed, but now it's off to the left?"

"Oh yeah. Thanks, Steve. I'll get my bearings straight soon enough."

"I think I'll join you."

"Yeah, make sure I get there in one piece, Steve!"

"Oh and one more thing?"

Wishing his lover good morning, Steve placed his arm around the bear,
moving his chin in position for his morning kiss.

"Mmmmm... you almost made me forget I had to pee, Steve!"

"Well, we better get on it before we wet the carpet, don't you think?"

After crossing their streams, the two figured they better get their shower
out of the way. Soon it would be time to get going to church. While Barry
began the scrub down, Steve donned his robe and headed for the kitchen, to
cook up some java. He had himself a memorable giggle, relating to the
package of Oreo's left out from last night. He figured the signature, white
and black, cookies, didn't hang around long enough to get stale.

"Oh Jade, I didn't think you would be here this morning."

"Actually we're doing double duty."

"We? Double duty?"

"Yes, Catherine is over at the other house and I'm beginning the breakfast
for our boys."

Steve caught the 'our boys' and figured Jade included them in her and
Catherine's immediate family.

"I didn't know Catherine could cook anything beyond boiling water and toast
bread?"

"That's why I call it double duty. You see, I've left Callan's and Alonzo's
home, after cooking up their breakfast, with Catherine serving and...."

"Wooohoo, you mean to tell me that you're making breakfast twice?"

"Yes."

"Jade, you're a saint."

"I don't know how long I can keep this up, but I figure if I can help out
until the other household gets a new cook or maybe you and Barry..."

Steve began reading Jade's thoughts, way before she put them into words.

"Ooooh no you're not! We've got first dibs on you, Jade and we're not about
to let you slide out of our hands!"

Smiling, Jade blushed.

"I'm happy to hear you say that. Catherine and I have both become very
attached to the boys."

"And frankly, Jade, with the brood we now have, Barry and I are more than
grateful for everything you do. It's not everybody that goes beyond the
call of duty, without asking for extra pay."

"Catherine and I are hoping that together we can make our position last."

Sensing something that could meddle with their beautiful arrangement, Steve
shows concern, getting down to the specifics.

"Why? Other than your college studies and personal time, what else would
interfere with that, Jade?"

"Good morning, Jade!"

"Good morning, Barry. Coffee, gentlemen."

"Now, don't you go giving me a snowjob here, Jade!" Steve gently says, not
really wanting to offend.

"What's this about?" Barry presses.

"Well, I suppose this wouldn't be a secret very long. I only wished that
Catherine could be here to announce the plans we've been making."

"You're not leaving us, are you Jade?" Barry inquired.

Steve stood perplexed. From what he got from Jade is that they planned on
carrying on with their duties, yet the new aspect of their conversation
seemed to give him other direction.

"Have you heard of the writer, 'Robert Kiernan-Slater'?"

"The NY Times best selling author?" Barry asks, then ads, "His last book
was a dog."

Steve blurts out, "The gay one?"

"One in the same," Jade replies.

Barry and Steve take their coffee, sitting down in the spacious kitchen, as
the new table, which is custom made to seat their large crowd. Jade brings
her own cup, to sit while she unveils her and Catherine's plans.

"So?" Barry stirs her on.

"Like Steve said, Mr. Kiernan-Slater is gay. Ever since his partner, John
Russell released his first book, 'In Step With The Times', it's been a
runaway bestseller."

"Isn't it on the NY Times bestseller's list?" Steve asks.

Barry answers, "I think it's been stuck at number one for fourteen weeks."

"Matter of factly," Jade replies, "This is the fifteenth week and shows no
signs of stopping. This week, Dalton Baldwin Publishing, is releasing it in
five different languages."

"Awesome! Don't you think we should buy a copy, Barry?"

"Would be nice. So, what does all this have to do with you and Catherine,
Jade?"

"Well, since Mr. Russell's book took off, he's been guest appearing around
the country. However, I learned from Chad's friend, Steven Benson, whom I
met on campus yesterday, that Mr. Russell has accepted a permanent position
at WRCC."

Barry asks, "And how would Steven Benson get such pertinent imformation,
Jade?"

"Steven is Mr. Russel's cousin."

"Hmm, didn't know that Steven had such an illustrious family heritage!"
Steve comments.

"To make a longer story shorter, Mr. Russell is looking for a way to bring
his partner to West Richland, on a permanent basis, however the cafe is
keeping him busy on an almost fulltime basis."

"Yes and?" Steve asks.

However, Barry, more adamant, states, "Well forget it, Jade. You're not
going there to manage some cafe!"

"Um, I think Jade is grown up enough to manage her own affairs, Barry?"

"Who's side are you on, Steve?"

Not stopping to even consider what Barry has said, Jade rambles on.

"So, Steven introduced me to Mr. Russell and after talking with Catherine,
we've been chatting about going in on a joint venture with
Mr. Kiernan-Slater, in opening a 'Writer's Cafe', here in West Richland."

"I think you lost me, Jade," Steve says.

"Where?" Jade asks, wondering where Steve got lost!

"I think what Steve means, which I'm a bit confused myself, Jade, is how
opening a cafe here, is going to draw Mr. Kiernan-Slater to West Richland?"

"This Writer's Cafe will be different than the one in Mammouth Falls."

"Oh? And how would that be?"

"It will contain a performer's venue, for music, literature and facilities
for an artist's forum."

"Sounds great!" Steve chides.

"So, does all this mean we're losing you, Jade?"

"No, not really. Catherine and I figure that we can still be here to serve
up breakfasts and dinners. It might get a little rushed on the weekends."

"As for Saturday's, after the nature walk, the kids are filled to the gills
anyway."

"Steve's right. I think we can hack it, with a light evening snack or
pizza, on Saturday's."

Barry, who came down in his robe, proceeded back upstairs, to dress for
church, as Steve went up for his shower. Back in their bedroom, Barry sat
there on an armchair, in his briefs, wrestling with a sock, while Steve
stood there, nothing on, contemplating his shower, but at the same time,
still churned the conversation from minutes ago.

"I don't know Barry."

"About what Steve?"

"Big business."

"And what's that supposed to mean, Steve?"

"Just watching out for our asses, that's all Barry."

"In case Jade and Catherine become too involved in their business. That
what you mean?"

"You've got it."

Barry sat there, after putting a dress sock on each foot, staring at the
greyish rug.

"This is going to require some thought, Steve. I mean, we're talking about
about six boys here, cooking, cleaning, etc."

"Plus, someone with a heart big enough to mother them, as Jade and
Catherine have."

"We can think on this later, Steve. You get your shower and I'll get on the
boys."

"I'd rather have you get on me!"

"You know what I mean, Steve!"

"Owwwwwch!"

"Hee heee... I could swear you enjoyed that!"

Steve wiggled his eyebrows, at the thought from his lover that he might
have liked it, when Barry slapped his balls.

%

"Hey, we match!"

"Of course, Preppy. You don't think I'm going to church dressed like some
of those slobs."

The seventeen year old and twenty year old, stood there in the vanity
mirror, looking themselves over, dressed almost like twins, in sweaters.

"Um, you missed a place with the comb, Matty."

"Where?" Matty replies, looking so far into the mirror, that his nose
almost touched it.

"What an ego!"

"Me? What about you, Preppy? It's not like I have to stand here and make
sure that my sweater fills out my pecs uniformly!"

"My pecs? Oh come off it, Matty."

"It's true. I caught you that day you fit one of my sweaters so that it
hung evenly from your chest."

"You're dreaming, boy!"

"Then again, it's hot just the way your pecs fill that sweater, you know?"

"One drawback of having a smooth chest, as opposed to your fur, Matty?"

"Oh? And what's that?"

"My hard nips show?"

"I never took notice of that, to tell you the truth."

Now Matty does, as he studies himself, in the mirror, comparing the pull of
the sweater against his chest, as to Chad's pecs.

"Oh yeah. Will ya take a look at that!"

Sure enough, such was the padding under the thin material, Chad's rockhard
nips stood out, whereas Matty's stood hardly noticeable.

"Maybe I should have you shave me. What do you think, Preppy?"

"No way, Matty Bridges. You've got such a hot, hairy chest. No way are you
having it shaved!"

"Yeah, I kind of like it when you lick my chest, your tongue lapping at my
hairy nips."

"Just my point, in the matter."

"Hmm... didn't know you liked licking my chest, for the fur."

"Oh, it's not only your chest, Matty. Anywhere on your bod is hot!"

"I know it feels super when you lick my asshair, Preppy."

"You know it and likewise."

"Yeah, but sometimes I wish you had more hair in your asscrack, Preppy."

"Shave it."

"It's okay?"

"Sure. Shave my ass and it's bound to come back in thicker."

"You would do that for me, Chad?"

"Sure I would. Didn't we kind of agree to that when we both found out we're
tops? You know, mutually pleasuring each other?"

"Yeah, but...."

"What, Matty?"

"Lately it seems that you've been the main top in our relationship."

"Oh, and you're feeling bad about that?"

"No, actually, Chad, I'm liking it."

"You mean you're getting used to the bottom role, Matty?"

"Might say that. I think that over the time we've known each other, this
top-bottom thing is starting to work itself out."

"Oh, but I do like it when you fuck me, Matty."

"I can do that once in awhile, Chad."

"Can I tell you one thing that I really like, Matty?"

"Other than loving me?"

"Yeah. Other than that!"

"What's that?"

"I love watching your head bob up and down when you're sucking me off."

"Then the feeling is mutual."

"Oh? How does that go?"

"I like stealing glances of you, whenever I'm servicing you. I'm not sure
if you're aware of it, Chad, but when you get into the relaxed mode, such
an aura of calm comes over you and then you start reacting with these
groans, like you're being pleasured by a thousand tongues!"

"Hee heee... can you imagine that, Matty?"

"What?"

"A thousand tongues on a guy's bod?"

"Would you like that?"

Turning away from the mirror, the two preppies turn to each other, and
begin the ritualistic caressing, before kissing.

"I'll settle for this one hot tongue!"

%

"I hope nobody saw us."

"You mean because we went to sleep without putting our jammies on, Aidan?"

"Yeah, Philip. Do you think our dads looked in on us or anything?"

"Don't you think if they did, they would wake us up?"

"I don't know. Maybe, but if they didn't, they would most likely wait til
the morning to talk to us about sleeping together without any clothes on."

"Felt good, didn't it?"

"Yeah. I like it especially when our cocks touch. What do you like the
best, Philip?"

"The same. I think our cocks are the most alive place."

"Yeah. Cool, isn't it?"

"Hey, even if they fix the other bed, you want to sneak into bed together
tonight with no clothes on, Aidan?"

"Yeah."

"Hey, guys, dad-Steve says you've got five minutes," Mark pops his head in
the door, telling the two preteens.

"Better yet, I hope they don't fix your bed, Philip."

"Yeah, wouldn't that be cool if they didn't fix it for a year?"

"I doubt that will happen."

"Hey, you what I realized right now, Aidan?"

"What's that, Philip?"

"I miss saying good morning to Diego."

"Yeah, me too. He's such a looker, too."

"When he gets older, like us, I wonder if he's still going to look that
cute?"

"I wonder if when Diego gets as old as Matty and Chad, he's going to look
that cute?"

"Probably have all the guys wanting him."

"Yeah. That's what happens when you're cute."

Aidan and Philip go on, talking about physical features, as well, wondering
if Diego will have a long cock, big balls, a hairy chest, a treasure tail
and other hot looks. After they tire of talking about the nine year old,
they begin talking about themselves.

"I wonder which one of us is going to be the top, Aidan?"

"I don't know. Do you feel like fucking me, Philip?"

"Nope, so you must be the top Aidan."

"Maybe. Maybe not."

"I wonder what age a guy is when he knows if he's going to be a top or
bottom."

"Heeeey, why don't we ask Chad and Matty, Philip?"

"Sure. They would know. We could ask Sean, too."

"Yeah, but if we ask him and Jock is there, Jock will go into all this
doctor talk stuff."

"Yeah, you're right Aidan."

"We could ask our dads, you know, Philip?"

"I know. Why don't we do both."

"Both?"

"Yeah, get some pinions."

"Pinions?"

"Sure. See what Chad and Matty say and then ask our dads."

"Good idea, Philip!" Aidan says, giving his stepbro and young lover a high
five.

%

The ride to church was a noisy one. Denis and Mark, sixteen and fifteen,
talked about exchanging furnishings, to decorate each of their rooms. Eric
defended his rights, with Tom, about having a pink bedspread, although Tom
did agree not to talk about it in school. He was learning some valuable
lessons about not everybody being the same and stereotypes. Aidan and
Philip, talked about a subject entirely foreign to the homefront.

"I wonder when Pastor Greg is making up the date for the camping trip?"

"Let's ask our dads."

"Dad-Steve, when are we going on the camping trip?"

"I don't rightly know, Philip."

Barry, driving, comments, "But I'm sure they will give us plenty of
warning, son."

"Anxious, are you boys?" Steve questions them.

They both applied in the affirmative, ecstatic about the
prospect. Meanwhile, in the far, rear seat, Eric's attention focused on
Mark's conversation with Denis, after Tom's interest in conversing, waned.

"Sounds cool, Denis. I'd like to have you're computer desk, if you're
thinking of getting a new one. Of course, I'd save it for when I get my own
computer."

>From the front seat, they hear barking from dad-Barry, "And what's wrong
with sharing a computer, Mark?"

"Um, do you think I can share your computer, Denis?"

"Yeah. Sure, Mark, but I guess that shoots down the new computer hutch."

Quietly, so as not to alert the boys, Steve thanked Barry for solving the
solution of thought about shelling out big bucks for another computer table
for Denis. Barry smiled, as he pulled into the church parking lot.

"Are we late or something?"

"I don't think so. There's Callan's and Alonzo's car."

"Oh man," Philip remarks, "Diego, the little looker, beat us here Aidan!"

Anxious to see their friend, they bolt out of the car.

"I never thought they would be so anxious to get to church!" Steve said.

They both laughed.

"Dad?"

"Yes, Tom?"

"Are we staying for the deserts?"

"Sure. Get to know people."

"Cool!"

"Um, Tom?"

"Yes, dad?" He acknowledged Barry.

"Watch it on the goodies?"

"I will, dad."

"Tom seems a bit down lately, Barry. What's the story?"

"I'm not sure, but I think we should have a talk with him."

"Wouldn't hurt."

"Right you are, Steve and in the long run, might open him up some. Since we
first met, Tom hasn't opened up to me, like he used to."

"And you know what they say, Barry."

"What's that, Steve?"

"The more you open up, the more you can fit in!"

"Really, Steve? And in church?"

"I didn't mean it that way! I swear, Barry!"

Barry knew that.

%

"Well, well, would you look at that!"

"What Preppy?" Matty responds, after his lover slaps him in the stomach,
with the back of his hand.

Alerted to the couple standing to the side, at the back of the church,
Matty and Chad head in that direction.

"Hmm... Looks like Terence and Estefan didn't waste any time, does it?"

"Is it also my imagination, Chad or is there more people here, than last
week?"

"No, there's definitely more. I mean, having to park on the grass, should
tell you that."

"True."

"Hey, Estefan?"

"Hombre, what's shakin', man?" Estefan says to Chad, first acknowledging
the handshake and then dishing out a quick hug.

Matty and Terence Beethoven shake hands and wait for the two high
schoolers' tight hug to cease.

"Kids!" Terence says to Matty.

"I thought Estefan and you are the same age, Terence?"

"I'm twenty-five. Estefan is twenty-four, going on eighteen!"

Matty laughed, then said, "I know what you mean, however sometimes I think
the opposite of Chad."

"Yeah? In what way, Matty?"

"Sometimes Chad is so mature, I think he passes me up!"

Laughing, Terence says, "That can be a benefit. What's Chad? Eighteen?"

"Seventeen, but his birthday is coming up."

"Are we invited?"

"Y'know, I didn't even plan anything yet."

>From the corner of his mouth, his hand over his lips, just in case there's
some lip-readers about, Terence confers with Matty, in a whisper, "If and
when you're planning it and it's an 'all male' party, make sure we're on
the list?" He ended with flicking his eyebrows up and down.

This kind of shocked Matty. Of course, not knowing Terence from any other
venue, except church, he figured him to be of the utmost conservative
nature. His face betrayed his thoughts to Terence.

"What?"

"Oh, nothing," Matty replied, even though he wanted to say something.

"Oh, I get it."

"You do? What do you get?"

"Hee heee... you think because I'm always around the church and doing stuff
that I shouldn't harbour 'other' thoughts?"

Matty, arms crossing his chest, looks down at the burgundy rug. Then he
looks up at Terence. Terence smiles. He smiles back.

"Yeah, you got it, Terence."

"Hey, I believe in God and Jesus, the Bible and all that stuff, but that
doesn't quell what I feel as a gay man."

"Chad should be hearing this... yo, Chad?"

"What's up, Matty?"

"Tell him what you just told me, Terence."

"What did you say, hombre?" Estefan asks his lover-hombre.

"All I said is that because I'm a church-guy and believe in what the church
is about, doesn't put a damper of my activities, as a gay man."

"Yeah, Chad," Matty took over, "Terence says that even if we believe in God
and Jesus and what the Bible says, we can still have mansex."

Terence coughed, alerting Matty and the other two that people congregated
and to watch their manner of speaking their mind.

"Oops," Matty replied.

However, none had been in earshot. So they thought.

"I didn't know you had such a broad view of religion, Matty?"

"Oh, good morning Pastor Greg!"

Matty blushed, as he shook the pastor's hand. Chad blushed, on Matty's
behalf.

Chad, not sure how to describe their chat, said, "We, um had a discussion
on manstuff and how it relates to 'you know'."

"Chad, are you talking about religion how a gay man or couple should
respond to it?"

"Yeah, something like that, Pastor Greg. I'm not so sure I get how all this
fits together."

"It can get tricky, Chad. Perhaps it would be a good topic for a discussion
group."

Estefan slips and says, "It helps to have an experienced leader like you,
Pastor Greg."

"Well... ahem," the twenty-eight year old pastor clears his throat, looking
to Terence, whom blushes, "I'd better get a move on it. Service starts
shortly."

"Thanks, Pastor Greg," Chad replied, helping to break the icy situation.

As Matty and Chad make their break, they hear Terence say, "Estefan, you
asshole!"

"I wonder what all that meant, Matty?"

"I'm not sure Chad, but if you ask me, Pastor Greg and Terence have had
more than a 'churchy' relationship going on!"

"Or still do?"

"Could be, Chad. I'll be anxious to hear Pastor Greg out, when he starts up
with this discussion group."

"Oh yeah. I'm real interested myself, Matty."

No one could've been more surprised when, during the announcement break in
the church service, Pastor Greg announced that a gay couple's meeting would
take place next Saturday evening, at seven pm.

"He doesn't fool around, does he, Matty?"

"How can you say that, when we don't really know him, Chad?"

Matty got an elbow in the ribs, trying to pull a joke like that, on Chad,
in the pew!

"I was talking about starting up the discussion group!"

"I know what you meant, Chad."

Smirking, Chad said, "I know you know what I meant!"

%

Meanwhile, as the adult service continued upstairs, the Sunday School
classes met in the basement of the church.

"Mr. Whittles?"

"Yes, Diego?"

"I don't get this."

"What don't you get, Diego?"

"You said that from the man, God took his bone, when he was sleeping and
made his wife."

"That's right Diego."

"Once I woke up with a pain in my side. Did that mean that God was trying
to make a wife for me?"

The kids looked to Mr. Whittles, for the answer to the nine year old's
question.

"Um... well no, not necessarily, Diego. That only happened once."

"Oh," Diego accepted the answer, as did the other kids.

That's until Sandy Arrow raised her hand.

"Yes, Sandra?"

"How many times do I have to tell you, it's Sandy, Mr. Whittles?"

"Yes, Sandy?" The thirty-two year old patiently rephrased his direction.

"Didn't God make Edden," Sandy pronounced it like 'Eddie', "perfect?"

"That's right. Adam and Eve had everything they needed right there."

"Then how come they didn't have any clothes to wear?"

Mr. Whittles had a lot of answering to do and tried thumbing his way
through Genesis, leading the class on an exploratory route. In no time, the
bell sounded, for classes to end.

"Diego, will you lead us in prayer?"

"Me, Mr. Whittles? What do I say?"

"Whatever nice things come to mind and thank God for something good that
happened to you this week."

That didn't seem like such a tough chore.

"God, thanks for my daddies," a few kids looked up from their hands, folded
in their laps, when Diego mentioned that, "and for my friends, Aunt
Bernice, getting dad-Steve and dad-Barry out of our house, so that my
daddies and I can have a house to usselves and for my new brothers and if
you can, get me some more brothers... and, oh, thanks for sending me a
looker. Amen!"

Sandy pops up, directing to the teacher, "What's a looker, Mr. Whittles?"

"We'll take that us next week, Sandy," he replied, hoping she would forget
about it, as the week took it's course.

"Hey, Diego?"

"Yeah, Darryl?"

"When you thanked God for your looker, is that me you thanked him for?"

"Yup."

"Thanks."

"Oh, you shouldn't be thanking me, Darryl. You have to thank God for that."

"But I was thanking you for thanking Him."

"Oh," Diego shrugged his shoulders, then replied, "you're welcome."

"Is your daddies going to let you go on the camping trip?"

"I dunno. I didn't ask him yet."

"My dad says if I want to go that he would make sure my older brother would
come along with me to keep me out of trouble."

"Which of your older brother's?"

"Dean. He's seventeen."

"Chad and Matty are going. They can help watch your brother."

"Who is going to watch Chad and Matty, Diego?"

"They're big boys. They don't need watching."

"Are they gay like us?"

"Yup."

"Do they sleep together in the same bed?"

"Yup, I think so."

"Do you want to try it sometime, Diego."

"With who?"

"Me! That's why I'm asking you, dummy!"

So infatuated with the boy, of equal age and looks, that Diego let the name
calling go.

"I wondered if you meant you, Darryl."

"There's no other boy that I want to be with."

"Does that mean you like me a lot, Darryl?"

"I like you more than all the other boys and if I learn to like you a whole
lot more, I might want to kiss you."

"Kiss me?"

"Sure. That's what people are supposed to do when they like each other a
lot, Diego."

"I know that, dummy! That's what my daddies do! You dad and mom must do it,
too."

"I don't got a mom."

"Oh yeah. I forgot. Must be a lot for your dad to take care of all your
brothers and sisters."

"We have a maid."

"Must be like Catherine and Jade."

"Who are they?"

"Two maids. They help out at our house and dad-Steve's house and
dad-Barry's house."

"That's Philip Barr's and Aidan Clark's dads, isn't they?"

"Yup. That's them. They moved out of the new house my daddies bought, so
that we can live as a family."

"And you got some new brothers?"

"Yup. Jeremy and Adam, only Adam is in the hospital."

"What happened to him?"

"He got abduckted."

"No kidding? Is he alright?"

"I don't know. I have to ask my daddies."

His daddy was in conversation with a man he didn't know, so Diego pulled on
Callan's sports jacket.

"Well hello there. How was Sunday School, son?"

Darryl softly whispered, "He really 'is' your dad!"

"Yup," Diego replied, then asked Callan, "Is Adam getting better,
dad-Callan?"

"Oh, he's going to be fine, Diego. Who's this?"

"This is my friend, the one's who a looker. Meet Darryl Arrow. He's in my
class in school and I was praying at the end of our Sunday School class,
because Mr. Whittles asked me to, so Darryl wanted to know if Adam was
fine."

Even Alonzo stopped his chatting with a parishioner, to take in the
longwinded conversation piece that Diego dealt out to Callan.

"Quite a mouthful," the parishioner relayed to Alonzo.

"Oh, Dave, meet my son, Diego. Diego, this is Mr. Whittles."

"No he's not!"

Mr. Whittles laughed.

"It's nice to meet you, Diego. You must have my brother, for your Sunday
School teacher."

"There's two of you Whittles?"

The men chuckled at Diego's innocent banter.

"Yes, matter of factly. Gordon is my older brother."

"Oh, okay." Using the manners Alonzo taught his son, Diego stretches out
his hand, for Dave to take, saying, "Nice to meet you Mr. Otherwhittles."

"Cute kid," Dave Whittles mentioned to Alonzo and Callan, as Diego walked
away, with his friend Darryl, after spotting the long banquet table full of
cookies and juice.

"Thanks Dave."

"So, are you two interested in the discussion group?" Dave asked either
one.

"I'm not sure what it's all about actually," Alonzo replied to Dave.

"I noticed that Pastor Greg said it's for gay couples."

Callan acknowledged, "He did mention 'couples'."

Dave, adding to all the interesting facts about him, 'outs' himself,
saying, "I guess that means I'll have to think about finding a better
half. Know of any young, gay bachelors, looking?"

"Welcome to the fold," Alonzo states.

"I had my suspicions," Callan's had picked up.

"Oh? And what about me, made you think that, Callan?"

"The almighty Gaydar!"

The three men laughed.

"Um, seriously, guys, when it comes to meeting men, I'm kind of on the shy
side, so if you know of any other men looking, will you..."

Dave Whittles even had a tough time relating his true feelings.

"Don't worry," Alonzo said, placing his hand on Dave's shoulder, "we'll be
on the lookout for you."

Callan inquires, "Um, what's your line of work, Dave, so that we know
whomever we have in mind.."

"You know somebody?"

"Not outright," Callan continues, after rudely getting interrupted, "in
case we find somebody, we want to make sure he's not getting a deadbeat!"

"Okay, so I deserved that!"

Three had a laugh over that. Dave Whittles went on, to entertain them with
his education degrees, stating his present position, as Dr. Whittles, a
history professor at WRCC.

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"I knew that would happen! I just knew it!"

Chad looked down the front of him. Sure enough, the sun through the
dashboard of Matty's car, picked up the chocolate icing on the vanilla
colored sweater.

"Oh shit! Sorry 'bout that Matty!"

"You'll pay for that, Preppy!"

"No problem, as soon as I get a job, Matty."

"I didn't mean 'paying for it' like that!"

As Matty wiggled his eyebrows, Chad's face lit up, with a broad smile.

"Betcha my ass is going to be real sore, after you get through collecting,
huh?"

"Nah. Told you, Chad. I'm bottoming out. I thought something more like you
telling me what you want, to pleasure you."

"You're serious, aren't you, Matty?"

"About?"

"The roles, dah!"

"Oh yeah. Totally serious, Preppy."

"Heee heee..."

"What?"

"Makes me hard, thinking about it, Matty!"

The light turns red and they halt.

"Hey, not to change the subject or anything, but isn't that Sean and Jacq,
in the car behind us?"

With a push of a button, Chad unrolls the window on his side. Unbuckling,
he turns around and sticks his body out, almost to the waist.

"Hey faggots!" He yells.

Sean, already with his window down, gets out of the car and approaches
Matty's vehicle. Chad sinks back inside. Walking up to the door, Sean leans
over, ducking half of himself inside.

"Hey, who you calling a faggot, faggot?"

Matty, just out of church, gets a bit'o'the devil in him. Nudging Chad, he
jerks his head to the left. Picking up on the message, Chad grabs hold of
Sean's beltline and hauls him inside the car.

"Heeeeeey! What tha fuck?" Sean yells out.

Gunning the gas, Matty takes off, as Sean's legs hang out the window, his
face almost totally in Chad's crotch.

"Look, Matty! Sean wants to eat me!"

"Heee heee... Jacq is following us. He probably wants to watch!"

However, Sean has a plan of his own.

"What tha fuck?" Chad calls out.

"Ooooh, Chad! You're going to hell for sure and after we were just in
church!"

Matty pulled off the road, at the mall entrance, when he saw what Chad
barked about. Sean had unzipped his pants and had his hand inside.

"Oooooooooh!" Chad groaned, not fighting him off.

Jacq, pulling over in the parking lot next to Matty, seemed to not be in
such a jovial mood.

"Do you realize that you could've.... Sean, what the fuck you doing?"

Beyond the realization of causing an accident, Jacq now focused past Sean's
legs hanging down over the car door. As his feet steadied on the ground,
his head popped up, off of Chad's cock.

"You know, Jacq, I think your Sean has a helluva nerve, getting randy with
my lover!"

Matty smiled. Of course Jacq then realized, even though somebody could've
gotten hurt, that the three, nearly the same age, had been goofing off,
like boys their age would. Being thirty-two and a shrink, he knew the
antics that a seventeen, nineteen and twenty year old could pull off on
each other.

"Alright. I give in, but I have to warn you three that that wasn't such a
brilliant idea. I mean," lying, "I'd expect that more of a bunch of fifteen
year old's and still I'd call it a fuckin' stupid thing!"

Now, as the three, Matty, Chad and Sean, stood there, taking the tongue
lashing from Jacq, uniformly agreed on the charges being brought against
them.

At the conclusion, Chad asks Jacq, "Are you done?"

"That's all I have to say."

"Good. Now Sean can finish his blow job!"

"Never mind," Matty says.

"Sean offers," Well, while we're here at the mall, Jacq might as well treat
us to some lunch. How about it guys?"

He was a good sport, but as he walked amoungst the three, he warned, "Wait
til I get you home, Sean!"

%

Straight to the dungeon!  continued.........

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