Date: Sun, 13 Mar 2005 15:34:31 -0800 (PST)
From: T Chase McPhee <survivalgame@yahoo.com>
Subject: Nature Walk 07

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.

"Nature Walk" 07 (M/t oral)
wriTten by T. Chase McPhee


"Can't keep your eyes off of him, huh?"

"He's a dish alright," Chad replied to Matty, of that
fine back and lovely mounds.

"Hmm... I just hope I'm the main course and you're
thinking of him as 'only' dessert, Chad."

Facing his boyfriend, Chad instills, "Oh Matty, I'm a
one man man, when it comes to that stuff." Continuing
his silent statement, Chad places his lips on Matty's
kisser.

After they break it up, Matty asks, "Chad?"

"Yeah, What'sup?" Chad replies, helping himself to
Matty's dresser draw for a pair of white socks.

Leaning against the edge of the desk, Matty tries to
formulate in words, "We're boyfriends, right?"

"I guess. Why?"

"Well, you know I still like Sean."

"Like or love, Matty?"

"Like, I think."

"Oh? How's that go Matty?"

"See now, it's like I like Sean a lot. He was here
before you came along, but I now feel this special
bonding with you."

Almost sitting on Sean's foot, Chad plops himself down
on the bed, with one sock still in hand. "Matty, did
you love Sean?"

"Tough to say. We like... liked each other a lot, hung
out together all the time, except when he started
college. It's confusing, Chad."

Rising up from the mattress, Chad approaches his
perplexed friend. Lifting the fallen chin, he states,
"Listen Matty, um, I didn't come out west here to
break up any friendships, or love affairs, for that
matter. I'm younger than you are, okay? Maybe my
immaturity has something to do with... hah! Well,
automatically being taken by you."

"'Splain, Chad?"

"Hey, yesterday when I first saw you standing next to
the elephant, your mom introducing you to my dad, I
started getting these hot vibes."

"Like?"

"Well, at first all I could see is your profile and I
liked what I saw. Man, when you surprised me at the
rear of the elephant, I almost flipped out with heart
failure."

Matty's attitude picked up, after chuckling. "I do
feel strongly about confessing something."

"Oh? What's that Matty?"

"I... I stepped on your foot on purpose!"

Chad looks at Matty, shakes his head and says, "You
sly fox, you. I never would have thought that a back
woods hic, like you, would have it in him."

"Back woods hic, huh? You thinkin' I'm not 'cool',
boy?"

"Well, in bed I think you're totally hot." Chad
reaches down and massages Matty's basket.

"Hey, what does a guy gotta do to get a good night's
sleep around here... oh man, what a hangover... I'm
seeing double of you Matt... two hunks are too much
for this time of day!"

Walking around Chad, Matty slaps Sean's ass.

"Owch! Oh yeaaaaah! See how much Matt likes me, um...
who are you anyway?"

Brown eyes scoop up the half visible eye candy. "I'm
Chad."

"Yeah, this is Chad, our new roomma... I mean....
Chad's new to the neighborhood."

"Oh yeah? I wondered why I haven't seen you around,
Chad."

By now, Chad's eyes are scanning the full body of the
nineteen year old, after he's turned over, lounging on
his ass. Sean shows no remorse for the exhibitionism.

"Um, well, you see, I just blew into town yesterday,"
Chad makes the explanation short.

"Hmm, not bad for a first day catch, Matt." Sean's
comments, rather direct, causing both Chad and Matty
to be painted a bright red hue.

"Like usual, Sean, you're couth manners are showing,"
Matty says sarcastically.

Spreading his arms out lengthways along the top of the
wooden railing of the headboard, Sean's face changes
with his attitude.

"Okay, look... sorry about that Chad. I didn't mean to
offend you and if I did, I'm willing to... kiss and
make up?"

Chad looks at Matty, who replies, "Sean is a good
kisser, Chad."

Chad's eyes meet Sean's and they mutually smile. "That
mean you're giving me permission to find out, Matty?"

"Like I said, Chad, we're friends. Not lovers, yet."

Chad can see that Matty's feelings are batting between
the two.

Sean replies to that fact, "Oh, so that means I have a
chance to seduce the young foxling?" Taking in the
barechest gave Sean some more incentive to find out
what treasure lay hidden under Chad's nylon jog pants.


At this point, Chad seemed kind of confused. Leaning
one way, he figured that Matty and he had hit it off.
However, in the other direction, the way Matty
presented things, they stood as friends and that's it.
He considered that perhaps Matty had been, and still
is, more than friends with Sean. 'So confusing', were
his real thoughts. He decided to fend off anything
that might cause any unintentional conflict.

"Well, I think I'll go down and see what's for
breakfast. Catch you guys later." Stealing a gray
sweatshirt out of the
bureau drawer, Chad heads out of the room.

"So?"

"So what, Sean?" Matty figured before things got way
out of hand, that he should have it out with Sean.

"Where do we stand with this guy, Matty?"

Matty had flopped back down on the bed, as Sean made a
spot for him. Sitting side by side, they began a
discussion. Sean's arm fell from the headboard,
'roundabout Matty's neck, hanging over his other
shoulder.

"Well, first I have to tell ya Sean, that you weren't
very nice to Chad."

"Yeah, okay. So I did come on a little strong, but
it's kind of shocking to wake up and find my best bud
shacking up with a strange, hot jock."

Sean made Matty smile. "The guy's new in town. He
didn't have a place to sleep."

After placing his hand on Matt's chest and rubbing it,
Sean's actions are accompanied by, "Now don't you go
trying to put one over on me, Matt Bridges. Chad might
be fooled by you, but this is Sean Clark you're
talking with. Not some fly by night floozy!"

"Hah! I never ever thought of you like that, Sean and
you know it!" Matt slapped Sean on the stomach and
used the taut abs as leverage to jump up off the bed.

"Well, between you and I, Matt, I like this Chad guy."

"If you do, then why don't you start acting like it,
Sean?"

"Oh man, you really know how to hit below the belt,
buddy."

"Still into that, are you, Sean?"

"A little."

"Oh? And how often do you get together with your S&M
buddies?"

"Rarely, for your information."

"Well, around Chad you better just play it low key,
okay?"

"Yeah, sure."

"So, what time did you breeze in this morning?"

"I dunno. Maybe around four."

"Kind of punky for an earlybird, Sean."

"Yeah, well had a good night, Matt. You should come
out with me sometime." Matt pried open the jar some
more, as he covered up the hot, bearish bod.

"And whom were you with?"

"Eh, dumped the bunch from last semester. Met a real
nice guy."

"In your opinion or mine, Sean?"

"Ooooh, strike two below the belt, Matt!"

"Hee heee... okay, so I 'pologize. So, what's he
like?"

"What's he like.. what's he like?" Sean quizzed
himself.

Matt could see Sean in a different light, as he fished
for the words to describe this new guy.

"Let's see, 'first of all', his name is Ken'ichi..."

"Asian guy, huh?"

"Yeah, what a gorgeous work of art, too!"

"Oh?"

"Yeeeeah."

Matt got comfortable, assuming his stance of leaning
against the edge of the desk. In the relaxation mode,
his belly showed little wrinkles, his navel hidden.
Keenly, he listened, trying to pick up every detail,
including Sean's physique, as he slid down the bed,
connecting hands behind his head.

Spilling forth, Sean seemed pleasured at describing
his new acquaintance. "Yeah, what a man. He's about my
height, a six footer, average weight, not a workout
guy, but by no means has he let his gut go."

Matt saw that Sean had been taken aback by the manner
in which the description poured from his lips. Instead
of deviating to the usual; size range of cock and
balls, plus the top-bottom jargon, Sean processed his
words into the personality, rather than the physical.
"Really pleasant to be around and smart! Oh man, is
Ken'ichi smart! A real wiz at facts and a top GPA of
4.0."

Matt had to laugh at the way Sean carried on, never
seeing this side of his character. Of course there had
been times when the two laughed their asses off with
uncontrollable laughter, but 'this Sean' was
different.

"Excuse me? Oh Sean honey, how you doing?"

Quickly, Sean pulled the covers up over his groin, as
Bernice waltzed right in to give hugs.

"Fine, Aunt Bernice. How's life treatin' ya?" Sean
replied, giving her a sunshiny smile back.

"Can't complain. How's college?"

"Good. Hackin' away at the grades. You know."

"Mom, Sean's got a guyfriend!"

"Matt, didja haff to?" Sean replied, blushing.

"Oh does he now. Well, Alberto has a fine spread
downstairs, so why don't you two throw some rags on
and hightail it down there before all the viddles are
eaten up by those little urchins!"

As with her appearance, Bernice disappeared in a
flash.

"You're mom is incredible, Matt. You've got it so
lucky," Sean cited, brushing the covers down.

"I know," Matt replied to the compliment.

"Look, Matt, why don't you go feast while I soak up
some rain?"

"Sure. You're coming for a run, then?"

"Yeah, sure. I'll follow behind you and Chad."

"Hmm... think Kaneechee will mind you following Chad's
ass around the neighborhood?"

"Fuck you, man!" Sean smiled, as he looked over his
shoulder on the way out to the jon, to catch the next
downpour.

Matt withdrew his hand from the draw, with the last
sweatshirt, saying, 'oops! Fend for yourself, Sean!'
Like usual, the early bird gets the worm and Matt
figured Sean would have to wear the slim pickings left
in the draw.

%

"Hi Squirt."

"Hi Matty!"

"Hey, Squirt! I mean Philip."

"I doin'  care. You can call me squirt, even though I
don't do it anymore, Matty. Hey, Chad?"

"Yeah, Squirt?"

"How come you didn't tell me about strokin' my cock so
my pee pee doesn't drip on the floor?"

"Um, ah...." Chad changed colors, trying to explain it
away. Instead, he passed the buck, "Yeah dad, how come
you didn't educate your son on that matter?"

Bernice, whom appeared just before the three amigos,
butts into the conversation. Staring at Aidan she
replies, "Isn't that what friends are for?"

Staring back, Aidan didn't get the connection at
first, but then it dawned on him that Aunt Bernice had
been snooping! "Aunt Bernice!"

"Oh fiddlesticks, Aidan honey. You know I'm only
teasing you," at which point, she rose up out of her
chair and gave the accused a hug.

"Don't I get a good morning hug either, Aunt Bernice?"
Philip asks.

"Why sure, my two youngun's get a good morning huggy!"

Pulling Philip over, Bernice engulfed both boys in her
arms, kissing each on the forehead.

Philip remarked, "Wow you sure are cushy up top there,
Aunt Bernice!"

She turned a funny color red, as they all, Steve,
Barry, Chad,  Tom, Eric, Denis, Mark and her own son
Matty stare at her front, giggling.

"Well, don't blame me, it's God who put me together
and what God has done, let no man put asunder, ain't
that right Alberto?"

"Yeah, sure. Drag me into this, too!" But instead,
Alberto, switches to, "who would like more coffee?"

Like midstream, the 'who' subject changed to stomachs
getting filled.

"Aberto?"

"Yes, Philip?"

"What am I going to help you cook today?"

"Well, I haven't thought about that. Let me see. Maybe
some bear stew."

"Um, is the bear all cut up?"

"Why no. In fact, this afternoon maybe we'll have to
go bear hunting."

"You mean you didn't even get a bear yet?" Aidan joins
in.

"Oh no, there's nothing like fresh bear for a stew."

"Can Aidan come with us?" Philip asks, with an arm
over his bud's shoulder.

"Why of course."

By this time, the other's, thoroughly entertained by
Alberto's frank humor, chortled at such an absurd
idea. Bernice decided to get him off the hook, so he
wouldn't have to spend most of the day bear hunting
with Philip and Aidan.

"Oh, why don't you just prepare something easy,
Alberto. How about pizza?" A kitchenful of 'yeahs'
encircled the room, joined in by Steve and Barry.

"Hey, who are all these studs?"

Sean, with his hair half towel dried had just made the
scene. Chad actually saw what a wide awake, showered
Sean seemed to reflect. A totally different being than
the half asleep version. 'Sexy!' in his own opinion.

"Hey guys, this is my son Sean," Steve announced,
rising up and placing his hand on the nineteen year
old's shoulder, followed up with introducing, "and
this here is Barry," Sean greeted him with a manly
handshake, as well as the others, "Tom, Mark, Philip
and Chad."

"Oh yeah. We've met." Sean gave Chad a strange look
and the few seconds of silence gave each of the others
their own opinions for formulate.

That is, except Philip. "Did you have clothes on when
you met Chad?"

Sean, flushed, replied, "Who? Him or me?"

"Both."

Smiling, Sean walked over to Squirt, bent his six foot
one frame over and talked face to face, "And who wants
to know?"

"Me."

"Are you always this nosy?"

"Sometimes."

Standing, Sean supplied the answer with a question.
"Is this little punk always this nosy? Owwwch!"

Philip replied, after the 'punch', which Sean feigned
a hard right to the arm, "Who you calling a punk?"

"Hey, sorry man. I'm backing down," he threw his hands
up in front of him, like two stop signs.  The macho
man then apologized, "Hey, I've learned my lesson not
to mess with Philip here!"

They all laughed out loudly, which turned Philip's
demeaning facial expression into a happy mood. Like a
prize fighter, the fist he nicked Sean with, he
withdrew a hot breath against the wadded up fingers
and spit shined his knuckles against his shirt.

"Eight minutes til we leave for the clearing, boys,"
Bernice informed the troops. Then she conversed with
Alberto on food stuffs he had prepared for the end of
the exercising walk.

"Hey, dad?"

"Yes, Tom?"

The outspoken asks, "When are we going to get a cook?"

"What's wrong with my cooking?" Barry addressed Tom,
feigning hurt feelings.

Bernice sticks her nose in, "You know I've been
thinking about that and..." talking on, she went into
this whole lengthy spiel about the importance of a
person's well being, on the mental, as well as
physical plane and drew to a conclusion, "... plus,
there's a young lady in the neigborhood whom I know
could use the extra pennies."

"Like I don't?" Barry replies, with a grin.

"Oh, she'll work for hardly anything. You wouldn't
even miss it. I'm sure you can swing $50 a month."

"Dad, that's cheap!" Chad called out.

Tom added, "Yeah, dad. How can you be such a
cheapskate?"

"What is this? All out war against the guy who
provides your clothes, dentist bills, school lunch
money," Barry began counting out on his fingers, til
he ran out, "not to mention and allowance?"

"Well, until you get on your feet," Bernice, relying
on her businesswoman techniques, explains, "I'm
forgoing the monthly mortgage rate, so that these boys
can get a decent meal!"

Next, the kitchen abounded with 'hurrahs' from all the
company. Even those who wouldn't be benefitting too
much from the Barr's cook, cheered her on.

Steve followed up with some of his own sarcasm,  "I
told you, Barry, there's no getting away from her,
when she gets her claws on a situation. You might as
well just give in."

Giving up, in frustration, but good naturedly, Barry
replies to Steve, "Oh, what the heck!" He threw his
arms up in the air, which became a sign to Bernice to
get in touch with the new cook.

Matty, Chad and Sean got out of all that country
exercise, by offering to help Alberto with the
foodstuffs. Like the three buff guys needed it, to
being with!  Only Alberto complained, since it put him
on the path, as Bernice grabbed the cook away from his
helpers. Climbing in the SUV, the trio pulled away
slowly.

"Look, Sean, I'm sorry for the way I acted this
morning."

"The way you acted, Chad? Man, I couldn't have been
more of a jerk."

"Just the same, I could've been more friendly...
respectful."

Matty smiled at the wheel, listening to the two macho
men falling over each other with apologies. He never
heard so much bs-ing in all his life. The clincher is
when Sean leaned forward, pulled Chad's face around
and kissed him.

"Hey.. hey, watch it there, Sean."

"Hee hee. You weren't kidding when you said Sean
kisses and makes up, huh Matty?"

"We better not excite him too much, Chad or Matt'll
have us wrapped around a tree!"

"Yeah, I could just see Alberto's face when he has
make up another ton of food."

%

"Whew! I didn't believe how much out of shape I am!"

"That's okay Barry. We can slack off."

The two taking the rear of the families, hung back.

"Tell me about school on Monday, Steve."

"Not much to tell. You don't have to worry about
lesson plans for awhile, Barry. I've got that all
under control."

"That's a lucky break. I figured my first weekend I'd
be slaving over the computer and hitting the books."

Moving at a snail's pace, Steve fills him on more
info.

"It's not too tough, but I will tell you what 'is'
tough, Barry."

"Oh, here it comes."

"Damn right. Hee heee.. the toughest part is not to
get too hot over some of these high school boys."

"Shit! I didn't even think about that, Steve. Any
really hot ones, Steve?"

"Dozens!"

"You've got to be joking, Steve."

"Yeah, I am. Sure there's a couple of guys who are
real hotties. Oh, but there's a couple of seniors
who'll knock your socks off!"

"Or kick your pants off, Steve?"

"Hey, remember one thing, Barry. You can take in all
the eye candy you want, but don't think about touching
the goods!"

"Oh Steve, I was joking."

"I know, but it's fun to watch you when I bust your
chops."

Out of that sinewy confrontation, the moment grew
tender.

"Steve, I'm almost embarrassed to admit this."

"Barry, we're friends, remember?"

"Yeah. Well, what I'm going to lay on you is... well,
Steve I really enjoyed laying with you last night."

"Then, Barry, that makes it unanimous and I'd like to
share some more close moments with you."

"Sounds nice Steve, but for now not totally
realistic."

"I know and that's why we need to put our heads
together and work this thing out. Even if..."

"If what, Steve?"

"Even if you and I don't hit it off."

"Now wait a minute, Steve Clark, you don't think I'm
going to use you here, to get it on with another guy,
do you?"

"No... well, what I want to say is, no matter what
happens, Barry, I want you to be happy."

"Hmm, why do I get the feeling that you're suddenly
backing out, Steve?"

"I'm not, Barry."

The two walked on in silence.

"Look, Barry, maybe it's because I've been hurt once
already."

"Hey, Steve, I'm 'not' going to rape any of your
kids!"

"That was so fuckin' low, Barry!"

"Alright, I'm sorry Steve, but you're making it seem
like I'm using you. I like you Steve. I'm not going to
do anything that's going to hurt you, okay?"

"I know. I guess I deserved that remark, Barry. I know
you wouldn't do anything to hurt the boys. You're not
another Seb."

"Damn right I'm not!"

Barry poked Steve in the ribs, which led to a free for
all of mutual tickling, leading to lots of laughter,
projecting both into a more upbeat composure.

 "Either we sped up or Bernice and Alberto slowed
down, Barry."

"I doubt we broke any speed records, Steve."

Sure enough the pace up front slowed, but instead of
just Alberto and Bernice, some other folks stood
around them.
Steve immediately began fratinizing with the folks, as
Bernice cornered Barry for some introductions.

"Barry Barr, meet some of our good friends. This is
Jabari and Kenya Kawaii. Jabari teaches english at the
high school."

They greeted each other, then Bernice passes along to
the rest of the folks, "Jacque della Croix meet your
new neighbor, Barry Barr."

"I am very happy to meet you Mr. Barr."

"Call me Barry."

"Jacq," the handsome Frenchman said, taking one of
Barry's hands in both of his.

Barry's immediate thoughts, 'gay'!

"And this youngster is Astevean Acar." Bernice
introduced Barry, then asked, "Astevean, honey, where
are your mom and dad?"

"Sleeping. They said they can't come today."

"Oh, okay. Well, this is Mr. Barr. Have you met any of
his boys yet?"

"Yeah," the fifteen year old mentioned, "I met Tom. I
kind of liked him, but I don't think he liked me."

Barry froze, with a slight tinge of pink coloration.
Bernice broke the ice.

"Well, I'm sure it's because he's new to the
neighborhood, Astevean."

"Maybe."

"Why don't you catch up to them and make another go at
it," Barry suggested, "just hang around him and Eric.
Tom might just be a little homesick."

"Do you think that's it?" Astevean asked Tom's dad.

"Sure."

At least Barry thought it a good enough reason for the
moment at hand.

"Mama Bernice, how are you doing?"

"Hello, Miguel... Juan. Bueno! Come esta, dudes!"

"Ha haaa haa.. Mama Bernice, you're getting cool with
the Latino jive. Me and Miguel are doing real good."

"Boys, I want you to meet our new neighbor, Senor
Barry!"

The two Latinos, Miguel Cruz and Juan Delgado, twenty
and twenty-one year old college jocks, shook Barry's
hand and then sped away.

"Nice.. ahem!... looking boys there, Bernice."

Alberto hangs back and then asks Barry, "Nice kid that
Miguel, huh?"

"Yes..." Barry replies.

"Owwwch! What was that for Bernice?"

She had hit Alberto in the back of the head.

"I guess I missed something here," Barry quizzed the
two.

However, Steve reappeared amongst the trio.

"Your boy's looking real good, Alberto!" Steve
complimented.

"Your boy, Alberto?"

Alberto giggled and then divulged the fact that Miguel
is his son.

"Aha! Any relation to you, Bernice?"

"Why Barry Barr! I didn't think ya had it in ye!"
Bernice scolded him.

"Oop! Sorry, Bernice," Barry replied, giggling,
knowing that Bernice wasn't upset over the matter.

Steve pushed on him, "Yeah, Barry, how dare ye!"

"What? No comment from you, Alberto?"

"I don't know why you're being so hard on Barry,
Bernice. You know you treat Miguel like he was your
own flesh and blood."

Barry didn't really need to hear any more
explanations, as Alberto slipped his arm around
Bernice, as she agreed to his proposed explanation.

"And Juan?" Barry asked, thinking of the same
reasoning.

Steve provided that explanation, "Miguel and Juan are
partners, Barry."

"Oh, I see." And then to try to smooth over the
conversation, to conclude his thoughts, Barry directed
to Alberto and Bernice, "Nice couple."

"Good morning, Miss Bernice."

As the party of four turned around, they were greeted
most respectfully by another couple.

"Good morning, Jade. How are you making out this
morning, honey."

"I'm doing fine Miss Bernice, thank you."

"Kade isn't with you, Jade?"

"No, my husband is working on a special project."

"What and missing out on all this good country air?"

"He needed some time to work. I'm sorry he is not
here. Oh, hello Steve.. Alberto."

Steve and Alberto returned her greeting.

"Barry Barr, I'd like you to meet Jade Rush-Love."

"How do you do, ma'am," Barry spoke cordially, shaking
the hand she offered.

Bernice, no explanation spared, spoke outrightly,
"Jade here is your new cook, Barry."

"New cook? Can you cook?" Barry asked.

"What in tarnation stupid ass question is that, Barry?
Of course Jade can cook or why else would I ask her if
she wanted the job!"

That left Barry looking like a sap.

"Um, sorry. I hope I didn't offend the lady, ahem!"

Bernice then got Barry's meaning of only 'one lady'
being present.

"Oh... well, uh you know we better get a move on it
before all that delicious fruit is eaten up... c'mon
Alberto!"

The odd couple took off, as Steve hung back with Barry
and Jade.

"Miss Bernice is something, isn't she?"

"Oh yes, that she is," Barry admitted.

"I think I am a very good cook, Mr. Barr."

"Is that your line of work?"

"I'm studying to become a chef and someday I would
like to open a restaurant, but that is a very long way
off. But, I could use the money for my education. I'm
not asking for much."

"I'd like to help you out, Jade, but right now I think
I'm kind of strapped for cash."

"Miss Bernice said I should just take the job and not
worry about the money. She tells me that you are a
very nice man with a great family."

"Hmm," Steve mulls, "sure it's not 'my' family she
talked about?"

Jade giggled as the two fought back and forth, like
two little kids.

"Jade?"

"Oh, look. Here is Kade."

"Kade?" Barry questions.

Steve replies, "Jade's husband."

Jade turns and runs back to greet him. Steve and Barry
watch.

"Good looking hunk, huh Barry?"

"Yeah. Too bad he's married!"

"You son of a gun, Barry," Steve replies, giggling.

"Mr. Barr, this is my husband, Kade Love.

"Nice to meet you Mr. Love."

"Same here, Mr. Barr."

"It's Barry."

Kade, referring to Jade, asks, "I suppose you've met
the love of my life?"

"Yes, Bernice introduced us."

The quartet then began scrunching the gravel under
their feet.

"Has Jade chatted with you about working for you,
Barry?"

"Yes, matter of factly, only I didn't know that it was
definite."

"Oh."

Barry could see the sudden downfall in Kade's
demeanor.

"However, if Jade thinks she can harness the energies
of four growing boys, I'm more than happy to offer the
position."

"Oh thank you Mr. Barr."

"Barry."

"Thank you Mr. Barry. I won't let you down. I love
kids and cooking."

Kade adds, "When Jade sets her mind to doing
something, she becomes a might proficient at it. You
wouldn't be disappointed Barry."

Adding to the conversation, Steve acknowledges, "I've
tasted some of Jades cooking, Barry. Out of this
world!"

"Well, I guess that's all the references I need. One
thing though."

The couple waited for Barry to speak.

"I'm not used to having a cook, so Jade, you'll have
to show me the ropes."

"Ropes?" Jade questions. Kade and Jade both look at
each other, shrugging their shoulders.

"What my bud Barry here means is that he's not
familiar to domestic employment. Don't worry. I'll
clue him in," Steve says, his arm over his bud's
shoulder.

For Barry, it sent ripples of warmth through his body.
He began to have instant flashbacks to he and Steve
lying naked in bed, their bare bodies touching.

"Mr. Barry?"

"Oh yeah, Jade. Huh?"

"I was saying that if it is alright, I will come by
your home tomorrow and we can get things straightened
out?"

"Better than that, why don't you come to our place,
Barry," Kade asks.

"Well, I don't know, with my four guys."

"Steve, please join us with your boys and don't forget
the suits?"

Barry inquires, "Kind of cold for a dip in the pool."

Steve cues Barry in, "Not when it's heated and
indoors!"

"Ooooh? Very nice."

"Good, then we'll see you around two in the
afternoon?"
Jade inquires.

"Sure. If that's alright."

"Fine," Kade signals, waving, as he and Jade take off
at full speed.

"Nice guy that Kade, huh Steve?"

"Yeah. You should see him in a speedo."

"You mean you've seen him barechested?"

"A real fuckin' hottie, Barry."

"What's he about twenty-five?"

"He's twenty-seven. She's twenty-eight. They've been
in the neighborhood for almost a year."

"Newcomers, huh?" Barry assesses.

"Yeah and I'm not sure, but I think he might swing
both ways, if you catch my drift!" Steve hints.

"Noooooo... you think so, Steve?"

"Yeah. Call it intuition, but it's my guess."

"Steve?"

"Yeah, Barry?"

"Do you think... nah, ferget it."

"Barry, you keeping secrets from your buddy at this
early stage?"

Steve had his hand locked around Barry's neck.

"Oh, what the hell. Steve, I want to have sex with you
again."

"Why didn't you spit it out, Barry."

"Because... I don't want you to think of me as some
cheap whore!"

Steve couldn't contain himself. Barry's assumptions
drove his laughter into a tearful fit.

"Oh man... you're too much Barry. Oh, sorry for
laughing, but the way you said it."

"Yeah, well..." Barry just stood there.

Steve suddenly perked up, hearing his name hogcalled
from up around the bend.  He states, "Bernice calls!"

The two start off, but Steve puts his hand on Barry's
shoulder, holding him back.

"Barry, I'd like that."

"What?"

"I'd like to get naked next to you again and soon."

Like a magnetic attraction, Barry picked up the pace,
running, as Steve tore off down the country lane.

continued....

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