Date: Sun, 14 Aug 2005 12:46:30 -0400 (EDT)
From: T Chase <survivalgame@excite.com>
Subject: Nature Walk 60

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" 60
wriTten by T. Chase McPhee (M/M oral family)

%

"When is my new brother going to be all better to come home, Dr. Scalia?"

"Well, Diego, I think if you wait for your daddies to fill out some papers,
he can go with you in a few minutes."

"Yipppeeeeeee! Hear that, Jeremy? Your brother is getting out of this
prison!"

"Prison?" Dr. Scalia questions.

"Oh yeah. I'm not supposed to tell anybody here, but you're a nice lady,
Dr. Scalia."

"Thank you, Diego," she says, waiting for the explanation.

Soft as a church mouse, Diego leans to her ear, as she bends over.

"Dad-Callan says that this place is run like a prison sometimes."

"Ooooh, he does, does he?"

"Yep. Oh, here he comes. Don't tell him I told you, Dr. Scalia."

"It'll be our little secret, Diego," she assured him.

Callan and Alonzo walk in, Alonzo pushing Adam Pezzolo in a handicapped
chair. Dr. Scalia makes her exit, giving Callan a strange smile.

"Bye boys."

"Bye, Dr. Scalia," Diego and Jeremy say.

"Are we all ready to go home?"

"Daddy, is Adam and Jeremy going to be my brothers now?"

The nine year old's smile turns upside down, as the dads face each other, a
sullen look bestowed on each.

"Daddy?"

"Diego, we need to talk about this."

Even Jeremy, the twelve year old, got on their case, "You're not going to
be my dads?"

"Yes they are," Adam ventured forth, adding, "for awhile, at least."

"What do you mean, Adam?"

"Jeremy, we never knew it, but mom has a half-brother."

"Half-brother? How can he be half of a brother?"

As always, like a hawk, Alonzo watched over Diego. He knew this had been a
humongous let down, after the big buildup and he didn't blame the little
guy for being pissed off.

"But daddy, you said that I was going to have a brother. Now what are we
going to do?"

Standing there, in a helpless position, his arms down, away from his slim
figure, palms outwards, the nine year old stood, reflecting the hopeless
dilemma.

"I know I did, son. Don't you think that Callan and I are just as
disappointed, as you are?"

Diego looks at Callan. Even though he is herding the Pezzolo boys into the
car, his face shows the signs of hurt.

"He does look awfully sad, daddy."

"Of course he is, son," Alonzo states, kneeling down on the parking lot
pavement. Continuing, he adds, "It's hurting all three of us that the
Pezzolo boys are not going to be joining our little family, but you know
what son?"

"What daddy?"

"There's a lot of little boys out there that don't have a family to grow up
in."

"Do you think there's some boys who want to be a part of our family?"

"I'm sure there are, but you know what son?"

"What daddy?"

"The most important boy to me right now is you."

"Don't you care about Jeremy and Adam? I do."

Alonzo, not surprised by Diego's sensitivity, admits he does.

"However, we've learned that Adam's and Jeremy's uncle is a very loving
man. They're going to have a mother and grow up in a very nice community."

"A mother?"

"Yes. Not two dads, like you, son."

"I don't care. I love you and dad-Callan, so I don't care if I ever have a
mother."

"That's so sweet," Alonzo tells Diego, as the youngster hugs his dad
tightly.

"What's this?"

"More than a Kodak moment, I can assure you hon!" Alonzo tells Callan.

"I have the boys packed in the car. Ready?"

"What do you say we all hit the pizza joint?" Alonzo offers.

That helped to brighten up the situation!

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"Looks like that sweater is done for, Preppy!"

"Oh yeah. Hey, at least it's colorful, with the chocolate dots up here, the
splash of spaghetti sauce over here..."

"Hmmm... and I wonder what kind of sauce is in here?"

In the confinement of the private bedroom, Matty, already stripped to his
briefs, advances to his lover. His hand tucks in under the sweater, then
dives inside the beltline.

"I don't believe it, Matty."

"Don't believe what Preppy?"

"Here we are, out of church, no less that ninety minutes and you're as
horny as a toad!"

"Sex is like going to the jon."

"And how would that go?"

"Actually worse."

"So, you going to clue me in, Matty?"

"Well, you can always stop drinking, to keep from peeing, but you can't
stop the testosterone from flowing!"

Chad laughed, then settled down into a more serious mood. Putting his hands
to the sides of his lover's face, he closed in for a kiss. Matty had
hornier motives. While Chad made love to his face, Matty's hands busied
themselves, with unbuckling and unzipping. Soon, Chad's hands dropped from
Matty's face and as his pants dropped to the floor, he tore the sweater off
over his head. As he lifted the fifty percent polyester garment from off
his head, Matty had fallen to his knees, taking the low rise briefs with
him and attended to the head that is below the waist.

"Ooooooooooh, you dirty dog!" Chad yelled out, throwing the balled up
sweater towards the hamper, which missed.

Matty never noticed, nor cared. He was too busy licking Chad's stick to
perfection.

"I'm supposing you want that buried in your ass?"

With a slurp, Matty pulled the 7c from his mouth and answered, "Yeah, but
first I want to treat you like a bottom should."

"Oh, we're back to that again?"

"I want to be the best bottom a guy can be for you, Chad."

Sinking to his knees, Chad equaled Matty in height.

"Best bottom guy? Hell, you're the best guy for me, period, Matty
Bridges. I'm never gonna find it as good as I got it, looking around for
another guy!"

Matty smiled. In order to continue the servicing, the only way he could
lower himself, was to drop to his belly, which he did.  His shoulders
leaned against Chad's thighs, so that his mouth could take in the hard
shaft. Being funny , Chad got up on his feet. Matty propped his head up on
his palm, his elbow leaning on the floor. Making that impatient gesture,
with his other hand, he rolled each finger on the carpet, over and over
again, while he stared up at Chad.

"Playing hard to get, huh?"

However, as he looked up at Chad's spread legs, he lusted for those hairy
teen balls and bead of cum, ready to drop from the piss slit. He wasn't
about to let that go to waste!

"Playing hard to get are ya, Preppy?"

Placing his hand around the barrel of his cock, Chad replied, "Oh, I'm hard
alright. All I need now, is for 'you', 'to get'!"

This time Matty wasn't allowing any of Chad's shenanigans to deprive him of
his bounty. Jumping up, he pushed him backwards, falling into the bed, as
if a swimming pool. Chad took one bounce, before Matty was on him. There
was no running away, now. Mouth on cock, kept him pinned to the bed. Tiring
of the cat and mouse game, anyway, Chad resigned to entwining his fingers
behind his head, flashing his deep, blond pits. With his sights on becoming
the best bottom, giving the most pleasurable oral workout, Matty shimmied
up, licking Chad's pubes.

"Oh man! You weren't kidding!"

Matty smiled inside, at receiving the vote of confidence. Licking away, he
worked his way up to Chad's navel, following the treasure trail, til he
stuck his tongue out and dove into the deep bellyhole. Next on his list of
tongue massaging, was touring up the thin, blond trail, til it waned,
giving way to the almost smooth chest. First to the right, Matty licked
over Chad's right pec, making his nip rigid. When he went on to the left
side, he left a pool of saliva, to massage Chad's right nublet.

"Ooooooooh yeah!" Chad cried out, one hand leaving the back of his head.

With the freed hand, Chad reached in between their pubes, searching for the
two cocks. Matty's cock, an inch and a half longer fit right up alongside
his own, being in the same hardened state. He paired them up and rubbed
them together. Matty interrupted his nip massage, only long enough to get
out a sigh of pleasure.

"Feels good, huh jockboy?"

However, Matty didn't answer, busily moving on to the extended arm and
taking in the salty, hairy pit.

%

"That's impossible!"

"It can't be!"

Steve and Barry couldn't believe their ears, as they stood in front of the
answering machine.

"It sure sounds like 'his' voice!"

Next thing the good-natured message says, "if you haven't guessed who I am,
by now, here's another hint!"

With the sound of a piano, in the background, they hear singing, "I write
the songs... the whole world sings... get who I am yet? It's me! Barry
Manilow! Anyway, please give me a call when you get in..."

"Good thing we have this set for the maximum minutes, Steve."

"Yeah, but what I'm wondering is, who is it really?"

"What do you mean, Steve? He said..."

"I know he said it's him, but what famous personality calls and leaves his
home telephone number. Huh?"

"You've got a point there, Steve, but it sounds so real and you know,
there's only one way to find out."

"Dial it?"

"You got it!"

"Good thing you're the man involved in this project."

"Oh? And what makes that special, Steve?"

"I'd be too nervous."

"You wouldn't pee in your pants now, would you?"

"Might happen!"

Barry rolled his eyes, picking up the phone and dialing.

"Maybe I should call from the jon, just in case, Steve?"

"I'll be okay."

The whole time Bary was on the phone, with Barry Manilow, Steve pestered
him, asking to say 'hello'.

"Oh well."

"What's the matter. Barry?"

"Every star Barry tried, to make it to the special performance of the
madrigal presentation, couldn't clear the date."

"I didn't even know you set a date."

"Oh yes. I'll tell you, Steve. That Wes McAllister is really on the ball!"

"Hmm..."

"What?"

"Speaking of which..."

Barry looked at Steve, his mind on 'Rectangulaire', but his lover's mind on
other 'round things'.

"Hee heee....."

"What Steve?"

"I'd like to get on your balls!"

Throwing his hands up in the air, in disgust, Barry rolls his eyes.

"Steve, I can't believe it! A month and a half away from this madrigal
presentation and we don't have the funds, the..."

Feeling like a total jerk, Steve hangs his head down, walking over to where
his lover is standing, back facing him.

Putting his hand on Barry's shoulder, he apologizes, "Hey, I'm sorry. Looks
like I went and did a stupid thing again."

Barry, making up his mind that life's too short for this kind of crap,
turns around, giving in.

"Actually, I could do with some relaxation, Steve."

"You mean it?"

With a fake slap to Steve's cheek, Barry says, "Later, okay?"

"Yeah... yeah," Steve eagerly replies.

"C'mon, let's go see what the boys are up to."

Ducking into Denis' room, they see him at his computer. Looking... no, more
leaning on his shoulder, is Mark.

"I hope we're not disturbing anything here, fellas!"

In a flash, Denis clicks off the computer monitor.

"Oh no dad, you're not," Denis says, standing.

Mark, who almost slides off of Denis' shoulder, reiterates, "No, you're not
disturbing anything, dad-d-ds."

Steve and Barry look at each other, smile and then continue walking into
the room.

"Whatcha looking up on the computer? Some homework?"

"Yeah," Denis replies.

Mark backs him up, saying, "Some science stuff."

Of course the boys wouldn't be entirely fibbing. Cock, balls and ass, fall
under the subject of the human body, which is a facet of science.

"So," Barry observes, looking around, "looks like you're getting your room
in order."

"Mine's almost finished, too dad."

"Good to hear Mark."

Steve says, on both of their behalfs, "We notice that you two boys have
been hanging around a lot lately."

"Dad," Denis answers, "I'm sixteen. Mark's fifteen.."

"I'm almost sixteen," Mark defends his age.

Denis continues right along, "We have a lot in common."

Barry says, "Like being gay?"

"Look dad," Mark says to his father, "we're not doing any kind of sex
stuff, if that's what you're worried about?"

Steve butts in, "Oh, we're not worried about that."

Yet, Steve's look to Barry, meant just that!

Their time, short-lived in Denis' room, gave the dads ample reason to
believe that they needed to spend more time with their sons. Especially
since Denis was already sixteen and Mark, fast on his heels. Walking
through the hallway of the graduated levels of rooms, they happened upon
Aidan and Philip, at their favorite past time.

"Hi dad! Wanna play Monopoly?"

"Which game is it this time?" Barry asks, plopping his ass down on the
floor, next to his son.

Steve, taking the hint, sits next to Aidan, as he answers, "We're trying
the Monopoly 'Dogs'."

"Trying?"

"Well, I guess it's a good way to learn all the kinds of dogs."

Philip reports, "But there are soooooooo many!"

After each boy takes his turn, asking their dad for hints on how to play,
Aidan pops up with, "Dad?"

"Yes, son?" Steve renders.

"How come Philip and I can't sleep together?"

"Aidan!" Philip bursts out with.

"I don't see anything wrong with asking."

"Okay," Philip acknowledges, giving in to the question, as reasonable.

New to the gay family scene, Barry let's Steve entertain the thought.

"Well, for one thing you boys are young."

Steve waited to see how that sat with them.

"But we know we want to be with each other for the rest of our lives, dad."

Plan B.

"As your dad says, Aidan, you and Philip are young. Now who really knows
what our futures hold. Yes, you and Philip could go on to be the oldest gay
couple alive!"

They all smiled at the milestone.

"However," Barry continued, "There's so much to a young life, to discover,
to get tied up in being 'lovers'."

"What do you mean, dad?" Philip questions.

"I think what your dad is trying to say, Philip, is that the more time you
spend thinking about being together, will make you want to make you two
boys think only about what one or the other likes."

"But we like doing what the other does, dad."

"And that's good, but you boys also need to explore and do things on your
own."

"But we want to do stuff together, dad."

It seemed like a one sided conversation. The dad's needed to plan a better
stratedgy of defense, plus maybe get some outside opinion on the matter, so
left on good terms.

Next in line, had been Tom, who worked on putting together a model, which
Aidan had given to him, beyond his scope of assemblage.

"How's it going there, son?"

"Good."

Just as Steve had sat, Eric arrives.

"Dad, you're in my chair."

"Oh, I hadn't realized that Eric was helping you put this together, Tom."

"Dad, I might be straight, but I can still have Eric help me!"

Barry almost felt like saying, 'No, dah!' Instead both dads
giggled. Finding Tom and Eric into doing their own thing, they left.

"Whew, Steve, looks like we're going to be spending lots of time with our
boys."

"For Sure. I think they need the guidance, especially where Denis and Mark
are concerned."

"For sure, Steve. I don't want to lose those boys to the dregs of society."

Speaking of dregs, how about a cup of coffee?"

%

"How about taking a ride over to our new place, Preppy?"

"And break in the bed?"

"What bed?"

"Oh that's right. Forgot. No furniture."

"Of course, we could stop on the way and get one!"

"Matty, I know you got plenty of dough, but I want to help pay for the bed
and other stuff we buy for our new place. I mean, it's great that your mom
bought the place for you and whomever you picked out, to live
there.... ain't I the lucky one!"

"Oh no, Preppy. I'm the lucky one," Matty let Chad know, as he lay, in the
raw, on his lover's chest, his hairy forearms resting on his pecs.

Chad smiles, leans his chin up onto his own smooth chest, cups Matty's head
in his hands and shows him how much he loves him. Both get an extra kick,
as Matty presses his toes in the bed, sliding his hairy bod upwards.

"Now look what you started!"

By doing that, Chad's hand sensed a hardened shaft, when Matty's body
caused the friction between them.

"We can't go out until I've finished it!"

Getting up on all fours, Chad views Matty's hard salami, hanging down from
the dark hairy pubes, his two swollen orbs bouncing around, as he moves
backwards.

"Another suckjob?"

"You don't want another one? Spoiled, Preppy?"

"Me? Never!"

Then again, Chad reflected on how spoiled he had been, over the past few
months. Now he thought about how spoiled he would be for the rest of his
life, having Matty pamper him with his lips, anywhere on his body. Plus the
companionship, generally the whole outlook, wherever life would take them.

"C'mon," Chad abruptly ended the sucking session, before Matty's tongue
even touched the tall stalk.

"Heeeeeeey!"

"If I didn't know better, I'd think I disappointed you, Matty."

"You did, Chad. You don't know how much I look forward to sucking your
tasty stick!"

"Ooooh, believe me... I do, Matty, but let's go look for that bed!"

Thinking of life of the future, Matty liked the idea too.

%

"When was the last time we played down here, Sean?"

"I'm not sure Jacq, but I'm sure horny for some hot action."

"That I can see. So, what's your pleasure, Sean?"

"Everything, Jacq. Anything. Anything that turns you on, I'm up for!"

"Hmm," Jacq sighed, thinking of how he could make up for lost time.

With a good portion of time spent outside the boundaries of the dungeon,
Jacq's leather friends would view him as a 'softee', if they watched him
today, as he and Sean played.

"C'mon, Jacq. Here, I'm standing on the footings, my arms all stretched
out, waiting for you to tie me."

Looking to the 'X' frame, he watched as Sean conformed his own nineteen
year old body to the wooden parts of the frame. Smiling, he compared today
to the time, just a couple of months ago, when he wouldn't think twice
about swinging a leather strap against his lover's back. Today though, as
he looked back on all the compassionate times they spent together, he found
it tough to even think about all that s&m stuff.

"You really want it, do you 'boy'?"

"Oh yes, Sir!" Sean picked up on the roleplay.

Standing there on the frame, Sean still posed, his arms up and outwards,
waiting for Jacq to tie his wrists and ankles down, still dressed in the
buttoned down shirt he wore to lunch this afternoon. Jacq set down a step
stool, designed to stand on, in order to reach the binding ropes. Sean
smiled, as he watched Jacq, sighing as he felt his left wrist being tied to
the frame. Stopping betweent the left and right side, Jacq tortured Sean's
lips, with his own. After tying Sean's right wrist to the frame, he got
down off the step stool and fastened the jock's ankles. Then standing on
the floor, hands on his hips, he began to taunt Sean, with a striptease.

"Showtime!" Jacq called out, unbuttoning his shirt.

When he got down to his beltline, Jacq rips the tail out from his pants,
unbuttons the last two and then strips his shirt off, revealing his dark,
thick hairy chest and the trail that originates in between his pecs,
cutting his stomach into two equal parts, as it dips into his pants.

By this time, Sean has a major erection. He can't recall how many times
he's licked those hairy pecs, sopped up the salty sweat of that luscious
pelt of stomach hair, tongue fucked that fuzzy navel, but right now he
suffered the torture of wanting to lick every exposed part of Jacq's bod.

"I can see that something needs to feel release?"

Even though Sean could feel it, he looked down his shirt and saw the tent
in his pants. Walking the four feet over to his lover, tied eagle-spread,
Jacq proceeds to unbuckle the belt of his lover, unbuttoned the single
pants button and then unzipper it. The outstretched legs prevented him from
removing Sean's pants, but he spreads the flaps wide enough for the lowrise
briefs to become exposed.

"Hmm.. bet you want to get your mouth on me, don't you boy?"

"More than you know, sir."

However, Jacq has some harsh torture in store for his lover. Taking hold of
the elastic edging of the black briefs, he pulls it forwards, then all at
once, outwards, down and anchors then under Sean's big balls. The brown
pubic hair shows against the jet black material.

"Hmm, I think your teen balls are hairier than these thirtysomething
balls!" Jacq compares, groping his own crotch.

"Why don't you take them out and compare them?"

"In good time, lad. In good time."

No, Jacq wanted to proplong Sean's suffering. He could swear he felt
spittle on his arm, from drooling, when Sean spoke to him. From the many
times they've had sex in bed, Jacq had experienced the mass amount of built
up saliva that Sean had, when sucking his cock and balls, lapping at his
chest or tongue fucking his ass rim. However, this wasn't only torture for
Sean. Jacq began thinking how much he wanted to have himself inside Sean
and sensed it better be soon or else his own briefs would be stained.

"Oooooh, I want you sooooo bad!"

There! Jacq's ideas he had all along, had been correct, but he didn't see
where it warranted any surprise.

"Well, you're going to have to wait, boy!"

Pulling the elastic back, Jacq let it snap against Sean's balls.

"Akkkkkkkk! Ooooooh....oooooh..."

"Oh, it didn't hurt that bad, boy!"

It didn't and Jacq knew it, as Sean smiled back at him. As Jacq looked up
into that face though, he lusted for more than punishing Sean. He wanted
those lips. The more he tried getting into the BDSM scene with his lover,
the less it interested him. He made his decision. Getting up on the
stepstool, he grabbed Sean's shirt with both hands and tore it open.

"Heeeeeey! That shirt cost me $22.50!"

"So, sue me!"

Sean forgot all about the monetary value, as Jacq's lips made contact with
Sean's, his hands finding their way inside the jock's shirt, fondling the
sides of his body. As if feeling sweet pain, Sean moved on the frame,
trying to get his hands freed, to respond.

Moving his head to the side, Sean broke off the kiss, saying, "I don't know
what it is, but this bondage position isn't turning me on."

"Me neither," Jacq replied, his hands moving towards the right side of the
frame.

The two locked eyes, as Jacq released his lover from the wooden
frame. Bending down, to untie Sean's ankles, soft hands moved over Jacq's
shoulders. After Sean hopped down off of the flat spokes, holding his feet
up, it was like jumping into Jacq's arms. With his feet together and flat
on the ground, Sean's pants fell down around his ankles, on it's own. The
tight elastic from his lowrise briefs, kept his cock stiff, as if a
cockring fitted over his shaft and balls.

"Ready to be tortured?" Jacq confronted Sean.

"Or be tortured?"

Leading Sean over to a bondage table, he told him, "Bend over."

"Yes, sir!" Sean responded, stepping out of his pants.

Leaving the briefs on, he let Jacq eye up the tight ass conforming to the
outlines of the lowrise briefs. If Sean had turned suddenly, he would have
seen Jacq feeling his cock up, a similar reaction as if a bottom is licking
his lips, to sample cock. Jacq couldn't wait to drive it home. He knew Sean
flirted with his emotions, so bolting for the teen, his hand tore the
briefs down, as he body slammed his up against the table. With his belly
now over the table, Jacq quicky unfastened his pants, rid himself of his
briefs and slammed into his private jock ass.

"Ooooooooohfuckkkkkkkkkkkkkk!" Sean screamed out.

"Ya got that right, jockboy!"

With the initial shock out of the way, both men sighed in pleasure, as
lover raped lover's ass.

"Ooooh, such fuckin' sweet torture!"

%

"Y'know, it feels like ages since we've all sat down for a family meal
together?"

"Got news for you, Mike. It has been!"

"Huh? When was the last time?"

"The last time was just before Noah moved out," Zach enlightens his uncle
and partner.

"You're being awfully quiet, Patrick. Everything okay?"

The seventeen year old looks up from his plate, then says, "Just sitting
here, taking everything in."

Yeah right! Being asked, opened up a portal of information from the silent
deep.

"I actually want to say something, while we're all here together."

Mike, a piece of ham stuck on his fork, motioned to Pat to continue,
looking over to Gary, motioning his eyebrows to his lover. With his jaws
chewing, his gesture was meant to say something like, 'I wonder what this
is about?' Gary's reaction came as shrugging his shoulders. They paid
attention to the youth.

Before beginning, Zach added his own comment, "Go ahead Patrick. We're all
a family here, now."

Mike kicked Gary under the table, not wanting him to get the secret
message.

"I wanted to tell you all, Unca Mike...Unca Gary, that I'm real happy that
you decided to let me stay here and I hope it's for a long time to come."

"Even if I move out?" Zach asks, in a wiseguy attitude.

"Hey, you're the reason I'm here, Zach. You go, I go!"

That drew some friendly crossfire from Mike, trying to disuade the teen's
unswaying attitude, prying his love away from Zach, to him and his lover.

Gary spoke up, saying, "Well, you two are welcome to stay here as long as
you wish, but I know Mike and I can't hold you two here forever."

"You're not trying to get rid of us, Uncle Gary, are you?"

Kidding, Gary states, "Depends on if Patrick keeps on using up all the hot
water, in the morning!"

Zach busted his uncle, telling him how cruel he is.

"All kidding aside, guys. When you two first moved in here... well, going
back even further. When Mike moved in here.."

"Uh-on. Here it comes," Mike joked.

"No, what I want to relate to you guys, starting with this big galut, is
that I dreaded coming home everynight to this graveyard..."

"Hmm, so it 'is' true what they say at the hospital, then Gary?"

"Oh and what is the rumor?"

"That West Richland Memorial is your first place of residence and this is
your summer home?"

"That about defines it, but now... there's more than one reason why it's
such a pleasure to be in a place that feels lived in."

Patrick comes out with, "Oh, so it's not only Unca Mike's cock that..."

"Why you!" Mike kids, jumping up, coming after Pat, rolls him out from
under the table and using his handicapped chair like a dentist's chair for
restraint, starts tickling him.

"Noooo haa ha ha ha ha...stop Unca Mike...haa ha ha... help me, Zach!"

"Oh no loverboy, you got yourself into this one... you get yourself out!"

Gary and his nephew sat there, laughing their asses off.

%

"Happy?"

"You've got to be joking, Riley. Of course I am."

"Hee heee.. and how long has it been since you've been trying to weasel
your way into my life, Bill?"

"Ever since Chief Maloney hired me. Remember when he asked you what you
thought of me?"

"I don't remember. When was that?"

"Oh, sometime during the first half hour I was on the force."

"You must have super sensitive hearing, Bill."

"That and telescopic eyes."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Riley questioned the twenty-nine year old,
fellow police officer, as they lay there, nude, in the bed.

"Hey, you think I don't know that trick of a guy's hand in his pocket,
trying to rearrange the package, while trying to make it not so obvious?"

"Hmmm... feels like I might need some more rearranging!"

Bill ceased twining his finger around Riley's blonde chest hair, midchest,
to slide down the wide stomach trail. All the time he traversed lower on
Riley's muscled bod, their eyes locked. As Bill's hand encompassed Riley's
soft 7c, the stare broke, as Riley sighed out loud, his mouth forming an
'o', making the sound it formed.

"Ooooooooooooooh!"


"Bet you'd rather have something else better than my hand around that,
huh?"

"Yeah, but we gotta talk, so don't move that hand just yet, Bill!"

Bill showed disappointment. Last night Riley couldn't wait til they both
ditched their police uniforms and hit the sack, getting the rookie's mouth
on his hard police stick.

"What's up Riley? You're tired of me already?"

"Get real, Bill. Actually, I wanted to ask your opinion."

"Remember I'm still new to the ranks."

"This doesn't have anything to do with our positions on the police
force. Bill, what would you think about moving out of this dump and getting
a real place of our own?"

"Dump? Real place? Of our own?"

"Yeah."

"Does this mean you like me or something? What about the rumors at work?"

"Rumors? Ooooh, that. Yeah, well, I realize I'm never going to see that
day. I mean, I know the guys that know I'm gay, which is just about all the
force, including the chief, know that I like the college crowd, but I got
to thinking..."

"Would it help if I went back to college, Riley?"

"Just listen up, you spaz!"

Bill laughed, giving Riley's cock an extra stroke, which made him brush the
hand away from his pubes.

"I'm trying to be serious here, Bill."

"Me too," returning his hand, but not on Riley's cock.

For now, Bill played with the soft fur making up the thirty year old cop's
treasure trail.

"I know you're starting out and can't afford much, Bill."

"Hey, don't underestimate my financial status, Riley."

"Oh? And have I?"

"Do you think that every rookie is fresh out of the academy, penniless. I
know the salary isn't fantastic, but it's not like I haven't gotten
anything in the bank."

"Hey, I'm sorry there, Bill. I didn't mean anything by it."

He smiled.

"I know you didn't, but it was fun busting your chops, Riley."

"You better be careful, Bill. You know I'm into bondage!"

"Mmmmmm.... even more of a reason to stick around!"

Both liked the new fact, flashing toothy grins at each other.

"So, what do you think?"

"Um, what about Chris Seaford? Your brothers?"

"We could get a place with a few bedrooms. I'm not sure what the cost would
be, but we could get a comfortable mortgage."

If Riley new what nestegg Bill was sitting on, he'd flip!

"We could split it, eighty/twenty."

"What tha?" Riley almost cursed, then said, "Well, yeah, we could, if you
don't have the change, Bill. Come to think about it, don't worry. I'll take
care of it and we can work it out later, after they've given you a raise."

Bill still played dumb.

"We might have to live on bread and water, for awhile."

"Oh, I wouldn't worry about that, Bill. We can wing it and when you feel
you can contribute, we'll work something out."

"Seems like an awful lot for you to carry, Riley."

"As long as you don't go skipping out on me, Bill."

"Hey, Riley, I want you to know something - and don't forget it..."

Riley responded, "Huh?"

Leaving the treasure trail alone, Bill flips his hundred and sixty-five
pound body over onto Riley, causing him to go "Umpff!"

"You listen and listen good, Riley. I spent a lot of time fantasizing over
you, shooting my wad over you, wanting you so badly. Now that I got you, if
you think otherwise, then you better get it out of your system. Got it?"

"You... you wasted all that cum on me, Bill?"

"Told you I had the hots for you ever since we first met."

"But all that cum? Now I really feel for you!"

Toying with each other's emotions, they signed their pact with a series of
rough mouthplay, kissing, French and otherwise.

"Um, got any of that rope handy?"

"It's in the closet."

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"Um, sorry it took so long for me to join you."

Estefan Sanchez lay there in Terence Beethoven's bed, the two naked bodies
breaking apart, as the third man walks in the door, closing it behind him.

"We almost couldn't wait for you, Greg."

Lying there, Estefan was shocked first, of a third man walking in casually,
as he and Terence lay there, enjoying some nice sex.

"Had a last minute emergency, Terence. Hee heee.. by the look on Estefan's
face, I can tell you haven't explained much to him."

"Fact of the matter is, Greg, that I didn't clue him into anything."

"Coward!"

"Nah, it's not that."

"Then?" He posed to Terence.

"A little reluctant, Greg."

By this time, Greg had slipped out of his shoes and shirt.

Estefan finally asks, "Somebody want to clue me in to why the pastor of our
church is stripping down and coming into bed with us?"

Terence's face turned a crimson color, as Pastor Greg knelt on the bed,
almost ready to join the two, already in progress.

"I figured Terence would have told you already, but since it looks like
you're in the dark about this, I hope you can keep this a secret, Estefan?"

Half joking, but sensing the reality of his message, Estefan replies,
"Depends on how hard you can fuck, Pastor Greg!"

"Depends on how good a blowjob you can give, Estefan and drop the 'pastor'
bit. It's Greg, except in church!"

"Um, can I help you with your pants, Greg?" Estefan inquired.

Greg didn't turn him down on the offer.

"Sorry 'bout that, Greg."

"I forgive you, Terence, but wait'll I'm done with Estefan's ass. You
better brace yourself for a hot fucking!"

"I thought you're a top, Terence?"

"Rules were made to be broken, Estefan," Terence smiled at him.

"That's good!" Estefan hinted back.

Greg then replied, "Sure is good, Estefan. Why don't we both show Terence a
good time. I'll toss you for his ass!"

%

"I didn't know that sex could be this good, Marty."

"All I can say is that you better keep this to yourself, Albert!"

"Oh Marty, c'mon. Try to relax. Nobody's going to find out and what harm
could it really mean if they did? I'm eighteen."

"Your age isn't the issue. You're my student at school."

"There's only another month and a half of school left, Marty. Besides, I
really like you."

"Like me, huh?"

"Marty, I know you're like ten years older than me, but I think I can
safely say that I'm crazy about you."

"Crazy? Like you think you might love me?"

"What does this tell you?"

Folding his body over onto his high school coach's chest, stomach and
pubes, Albert drives his lips up against the man he's madly in love with.

"Hmmm.. that does make quite a statement, Albert."

"What about you, Marty? Do you feel anything like I do?"

Not holding anything back, Coach Marty Martin took his student in his arms,
flipping him over, pinning him to the bed and showed him how powerful his
feelings could be.

%

"That was some humdinger of a weekend Wes!"

"I know, but do you have to go, Jack?"

"It's getting late. Sam's going to wonder what happened to me."

"Can't you call your brother and tell him you're going to be detained or
better yet, at a pajama party?"

"Hee hee... love the humor, but I've got to go. I'm sure there will be
other times, Wes."

"Jack?"

"Yeah, Wes?" Jack replied, almost ready to flip his white undershirt over
his head.

"You know," encircling the school security guard, Wes holds him in his
private prison, "if I find a reason for sticking around, I might feel
obligated not to return to New York."

Looking up, like in a mirror, Jack smiles. He turns around, dropping the
tee shirt to the floor. It feels good to feel Wes' hairy chest on his arms,
as he pirouettes.

"'Dropped your shirt. Did I say something to make you do that?"

"Could be, Wes. Want to elaborate on your future plans?"

"I don't know about that, Jack, since you've got to get home to your
brother."

"Well, he's old enough to take care of himself, now that it looks like I
got somebody to take care of me!"

The threspian smiled. Yeah, the New York stage would have to go on without
him!

%

Nature Walk takes a vacation...

to be continued....


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