Date: Wed, 16 Mar 2005 19:30:39 -0800 (PST)
From: T Chase McPhee <survivalgame@yahoo.com>
Subject: Nature Walk 09

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" 09
wriTten by T. Chase McPhee

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"My heart goes out to the boys, Stevie. Leave that
thought with me and I'll get back to you," Aunt
Bernice tells her dear neighbor, who resembles more
family than mere acquaintance.

"I'd appreciate it, Bernice."

"No appreciation needed, Stevie. You know your family
is like family to me."

"I know. Thanks just the same."

"By the way, Stevie. Got all this food leftover from
the church last night. Why don't you and Barry come
over for some sandwiches tonight?"

"I'll ask."

"Get gack to me. I wanna know whether I have to take
everything out back and slop the hogs, or not."

Steve giggles. "Hmm, instead of sloppin' us hogs?"

"Bye Stevie."

"What'd she say Steve?"

"Bernice says she'll think on it and we're invited for
dinner tonight."

"Don't you ever eat home, Steve?"

"Sometimes. Tell you the truth, most Saturday nights
we've dined with Bernice."

"She's a tough person to turn down."

"That she is Barry. Tell you one thing though, the
kids immortalize her."

"Hmm... like Venus in bluejeans?"

"Hee heee... yeah. Um, Barry, I got to thinking about
what the boys brought up this afternoon."

"Oh? And what would that be, Steve?"

The two sat at the kitchen table, ready to embark on
some ideas.

"Y'know. I thought about what you said about making a
change."

"Change, Steve?"

"Yeah. About you saying how you decided about coming
out west here and starting a new life."

"Yes, and?"

"Barry, damn it!"

"What Steve?" Barry sees the intensity of Steve's
wanting to get something out on the table and the
reluctance. He moves over to where Steve is sitting
and standing behind, begins to rub his shoulders.

"Just my point, Barry."

"What point, Steve?"

"Barry, stop a minute and sit down here."

Steve watches his new friend step over to the chair
next to him and park it.

"Barry, I don't have to be a headshrinker to tell you
that this place harbors some sad and angry thoughts
for me."

"This about Seb?"

"Yeah. I know it's been awhile, but the feelings are
still there."

"Steve, I'm getting some strange vibes here."

Steve pulls his chair from the kitchen table,
positioning it at more affordable location, facing
Barry.

"Barry, I... I don't feel like I'm going to get
another chance and hell, for that matter don't want
another one. I know this sounds really crazy, but...
I... I want you to live with me."

"Steve, get a grip!"

"Oh fuckin' shit! I knew I'd go and make a stupid fuck
of myself!"

Steve tears out of his chair, knocking it over and
reports to the sink. He stares out the window.

"Damn it, I'm sorry Barry."

Barry sits there for a moment, then gets up. He rights
the chair, balancing it back upwards, tucking it under
the table.

"Steve," he tried to comfort him, placing both hands
on his shoulders, "look, I'm not adverse to anything
you're saying right now. It's just too sudden for me.
What you say may work out in time, but to jump to
conclusions..."

"Conclusions, Barry? I love you man. That's the only
conclusion I have. Maybe you don't feel the same."

Barry moves his hands down Steve's shirt, and in
between his arms and body. Swarming around, he rubs
both Steve's chest and stomach, as his own front leans
against his back.  Steve stands up from the slouching
position, hands clasping Barry's, as they fold around
him.

"I... I'm sorry for flying off the handle like that
Barry. I guess what I'm saying couldn't be anything
but a shock to you. I'm sorry for getting you upset."

"Steve, Steve, Steve... I'm not upset. In fact, if I
didn't have Tom and Mark to worry about, this might
all seem like a good way of working things out, but I
can't take the chance of jeopardizing their feelings.
It's been a tough haul for all of us."

"You're right Barry. I don't know where a
self-centered attitude like mine came from."

"Self-centered, Steve? I thought perhaps you were
thinking mutually."

"Damn, Barry," Steve continues, turning around,
breaking Barry's bonds, "I only acted out of mutual
respect."

"I know you did, Steve, but maybe I know I'm not
thinking of just myself when it comes to my boys."

"You aren't Barry. I should have seen that from the
beginning."

The two put their chests together, giving each other a
solid hug.

"Dad! We need your help!"

They quickly recover their hugging and turn to face
the direction Steve is looking in.

"Oh Philip! How did you do that?"

"Don't be mad at me, dad."

"I'm not Philip. Come on, let's get you cleaned up."

Steve asks Aidan, "How did this happen, son?"

"We were just having some races up and down the street
and Philip tripped. Is he going to be alright?"

Both boys were crying, Philip in pain, with the knee
of his pants torn open and the cap all bloody. Aidan
crying in fear that Philip might kick the bucket!

"Is Philip going to be alright, dad?"

"Philip's going to be fine, Aidan."

"C'mon son," Barry coerced his son, "let's take the
sneakers off and then we'll slip the pants......
off...."

Going through the motions as he talked, Barry helped
his son remove his sneakers.

"Here, Barry, might be better if you cut up the leg of
the pants."

"But, you're going to ruin Philip's pants, dad!"

"Calm down Aidan, honey. His pants are ruined anyway.
We can buy Philip another pair."

"Okay dad. If you say so."

"Aidan, go in the hall closet and fetch a white
towel."

"You got it, dad!"

"Dad, I'm sorry."

"It wasn't your fault, Philip. Anybody could have
fallen and hit their knee on the road."

"Barry, get some ice, please," Steve directed. "You're
going to be just fine, Philip, but I think we should
take you in to visit the doctor, as soon as we get
this cleaned up a little."

"Why?"

"Um, just to make sure there isn't any little pieces
of dirt lodged in your knee."

"Loshed?"

"Stuck in there. If this heals up over it, chances are
it could get infected. You don't want that."

"Dad? I mean Uncle Steve?"

"Yes, Philip?"

"Thanks for doctoring it up for me."

"You're welcome, son."

"Am I your son, too?" Aidan calls out.

"Um, well, you're just like a son, to me," Barry trys
to help compensate for Philip's feelings and Steve's
rebuttal of the fact.

"Here's the towel, dad."

"Great. Now this will hurt a little, Philip. You need
to be brave."

Aidan took hold of one of Philip's hands, with his
two.

"Here's the ice," Barry offered, after placing it in a
giant ziploc bag.

"I'm going lay the ice on your knee to bring down the
swelling and then wrap this towel around it, to keep
it clean, until we get you to the doc's office. Aidan,
run over to your Aunt Bernice's and ask if Matty can
come watch the boys."

"Okay dad, but don't leave until I come back."

"We won't."

"Yeah, don't leave until Aidan comes back," Philip
instructs, "or he's going to be pissed."

"Pissed, son?"

"Yeah, dad. Don't you know what pissed means?"

"I thought I did," Barry plays along with his son,
glancing at Steve and smirking.

"It's not only going to the jon, it means getting mad,
too," Philip replies in between the hurts.

"Oh really?" Barry replies, glancing at Steve, who's
smiling.

"And where did you learn all this?"

"Aidan told me. He's really smart you know?"

"I never knew until just now. Sounds like Aidan has
filled you in quite a bit, son."

"He has. Today Aidan and I had our first kiss."

"You diiiid?" Steve picks up on the conversation.

"Yup. And you know what?"

"What?" both Steve and Barry asked at the same time.

"It felt real nice, even though it tasted like peanut
butter and jelly. Aidan and I wanted to ask you, but
I'll wait til he gets back."

"Oh my goodness! What in tarnation happened to you
Philip? Looks like a bear went and took a chunk out of
you!"

Aunt Bernice rushed in the door and threw her arms
around Philip's shoulders, giving him a peck on the
forehead.

"It's nothing much Aunt Bernice. Aidan and I were
racing out in the street and I tripped."

"Steve, Matty's bringing the SUV around and I'll watch
the boys."

"Oh, Bernice, Matty didn't have to do that."

"Wasn't my idea."

"Squirt, you alright?"

"Hi Chad. Uncle Steve says I'm going to live."

"Whew! Now that's a heap of a load off my mind,
Squirt. Come on, I'll carry you. Matty's got the van
out front."

"You mean the White Elephant?"

"One in the same."

"Oh boy!"

Steve turns to Barry, "I think the pain's subsiding!"

Bernice says, chipper, "And don't you worry about the
boys, I'll take care of stuffing their faces!"

Barry giggles. He knows Tom'll love that!

%

"Oh yeah... fuck me, Ken... fuck me!"

"Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!" Ken pounds Sean's ass, leaning
forward, just about doubling him in half, as he shoves
his eight inch rod deep into Sean's chute.

In minutes, he lets out a cry and pumps his seed deep
into the jock's ass. Then separating his legs, falls
on his chest.

"Oh man that was just too hot, Sean."

"You're telling me."

Ken then rolls over onto his back, his head falling
into the second pillow. Then 'the master' dictated a
specific order to his 'boy'.

"Get over here and lay with me."

"Um, would you mind, Ken, if I jerked off?"

"Oh," Looking across the pillow, Ken replies, "I
thought I motivated your prostrate enough to do that,
Sean."

"I sure did feel it and it felt hot, but 'not'!"

Ken saw the cute way in which Sean presented the act
of masturbation and wanted more sexual contact.

"Straddle me, Sean. I want you to pump your load out
on me."

"Me? Shoot my load on you, Ken?"

"Yeah. I want to see you do it. C'mon."

Thinking of it as something totally not typical of a
master, having the boy's load shoot on the master's
chest and stomach, Sean interrogated Ken on the
practice.

"You want me to shoot my load on you?"

"Yeah and I'm even going to give you the chance of
targeting my mouth."

"Your mouth, Ken? Are you getting soft on me or
something?"

As soon as Sean straddled Ken's hips, he felt
something poke him in the ass.

"Shit! You're hard again, Ken?"

"Told you I liked your ass, Sean."

"Is that all you like, Ken?"

Ken addressed Sean's question, staring at him, then
using his pecs as handles, took hold of his nips and
pulled him in for a lip-landing.

"You're real special to me, Sean."

"And not just a boy toy, Ken?"

"Whether you're starting to see it or not, Sean, I..."

"Ken, I thought you liked being with me because you
liked playing with my body."

"Sean, I like playing, but I like you too."

Sean sat upright over Ken's pubes, his hard cock lying
on his balls, which sat on the Asian's wiry, black
mattress of pubic hair.

"You like me, like how, Ken?"

"I didn't think you were this stupid, Sean."

"Like, you're saying that you might 'love' me, Ken?"

"Yeah, dah!"

"Hmm... I don't know about this, Ken."

Sean slides his leg down to the floor and like
unsaddling from a horse, leans on one foot, throwing
his other over, til it's stationery, joining the other
one, then walks from the bed.

"Sean, can't you come over to my place sometimes and
'not' have us play s&m games?"

"But I thought you wanted me to do that, Ken?"

"I do. I mean I did, but Sean, I like you too. Can't
you accept that?"

"I don't know Ken. I've mostly been with a guy that
liked to play with my balls or... you know."

"I know, Sean."

Ken figures the only way he's going to make a
difference in Sean's life, is to nip it in the bud. He
walks up behind him, throwing his arms around him.

"What's this, Ken?"

"Sean, I'll play with you, too, but I want to be more
than a 'master' at this game."

"You mean you want to like, us to be together as a
couple?"

"I'd like to try, Sean."

"But what about my needs?"

"Sean, you and I are made for each other and at times
we can play around, but get serious for a moment, will
you?"

"Okay. I'm listening."

"C'mon back to bed."

"Okay, but I don't know about..."

"Just lay down and listen, Sean."

So, Ken leads his counterpart back to the bed. They
recline on their backs and then Ken turns to Sean.

"Sean, you need a guy to take care of you."

"I can take care of myself."

"No, what I'm saying is that I know you're into s&m. I
am too. But you can't do that forever and I doubt I
would be able to do it either. Besides, there's more
to life than getting your balls beat up."

That relative remark gave Sean something to chuckle
about.

"I know I'm not going to want to be doing this when
I'm fifty, Ken."

"So what are you going to do, Sean? Wait around til
you hit forty-nine?"

"So I know where you're coming from, Ken. Up until
now, I've never thought about meeting with a guy
except to be submissive to him."

"I know."

"Of course. Why wouldn't you know, Ken? I don't know
what I want."

"Look, Sean. I have to admit that the idea of finding
a mate to do bdsm with seemed ideal, but what I didn't
count on is finding myself liking you without the bdsm
attached."

"Do you like 'love' me, Ken?"

"Well, that's what I'm trying to say, Sean."

"What happens if I don't feel the same, Ken?"

"I can wait."

"Wait?"

"Yeah. I can wait til you do fall in love with me or I
can maybe brainwash you into thinking it!"

With a smile, Sean says, "I don't know Ken. Other than
my brothers and my dad, there's really nobody I could
trust to feel that comfortable with."

"Hey, we've only known each other for what? Not even a
year, Sean? I think we've got something going and I'd
like to take it farther. What do you think?"

"Maybe."

"Can't you think about giving us a try?"

"I guess."

"Do you want to try, Sean? Don't I interest you a
little bit?"

"You're good looking, Ken."

"Well, I guess that's a start."

Ken went into this with some humor in his approach. He
saw that Sean might be having a problem with this bdsm
stuff. He cared about Sean enough, not to get involved
to the point of getting seriously hurt. He even felt
at times that their play might be too intense and
wanted to draw back on it some. However, Ken also
conceded that if he quit playing  out some of these
fantasies with Sean, that he'd go seek his
entertainment elsewhere. That could prove unhealthy,
falling in with the wrong crowd. His cousin warned him
about that happening. Some guys have been seriously
hurt, giving in to a top, then finding out too late
that they meant some serious torture, inflicting upon
a guy. Ken cared more about Sean's welfare than to
turn him out onto a guy of that character.

"So, what do you want to do, Ken?"

"I want you to promise me that you wouldn't play with
any other guys, except for me. You do like playing
with me, Sean, don't you?"

"Youv'e been the best so far, Ken."

That made Ken smile and gave him the incentive to
close in on Sean's body for a romantic interlude.

%

"Matty, take it easy. You just made Philip's leg
hurt!" Aidan complained.

Matty smiled, looking across the seat for a glance at
Steve.

"Don't worry Squirt, the doc will probably have you
patched up in no time."

"Did I lose a lot of blood, Chad?"

"I dunno."

Barry plugged in with, "You lost some, Philip, but I
don't think it drained you too much."

"Don't worry Philip," Aidan calmed him, "I'm gonna
take care of you until we can race again."

Aidan worried about his pal, checking up on him every
fifty seconds, as Matty drove with speed, but caution
to the medical center.

"Here we are."

"Oh good. Dad, get Philip a stretcher!"

"I don't think he needs that, son," Steve replied to
Aidan's urgency.

"That's okay Aidan, my big brother'll carry me in."

Aidan was comical.

"At least we all got here in one piece!"

Matty replied, "Hey, if you have any complaints for
the driver, Aidan, direct them to the road maintenance
department!"

But Aidan's concern waned, as Chad used his muscle
power to pick Philip up and take him into the medical
center. No one was there except a young couple,
obviously waiting.

Aidan storms up to the counter and says, "Hey lady, my
friend's bleeding and needs a doctor right away!"

Steve looks at the nurse on duty, smiling and shaking
his head. Fortunately she recognizes Steve from the
high school.

"I see. What's wrong with him, young man? Get run over
by a herd of elephants?"

"Lady, I'm trying to be serious here. Philip's got a
really bad skinned knee."

"Oh that does sound like an emergency. Bring him in
then. I'll alert the hospital staff."

Aidan feels pleased at the force of efforts he's
waged, on Philip's behalf, for action in springing the
staff into a stage of alert!

"Hey, can't I go in?"

"Sorry, but you have a be a certain age young man,"
the nurse replied, "but I would like to thank you for
bringing your friend's grave attention to us."

"No problem!" Aidan says.

"C'mon Aidan. You wait here with Matty and I," Chad
replied, concerned.

So, the three take a seat in the waiting chambers of
the West Richland Medical Center. Matty and Chad can
see the edge Aidan has, as his fidgety self sits
there.

"I sure hope Philip's going to be alright."

"Who Squirt?"

"No, you're brother Sam!" Aidan says sarcastically.

"News travels fast," Matty says, looking to Chad.

"Well, you know this isn't the first time Philip has
got himself hurt, Aidan?"

"Yeah? What else happened to Philip, Chad?"

"One time he almost fell off the roof. Dad was up
there trying to fix it and Philip tried climbing up
the ladder. He was on the roof and surprised dad, who
got mad at him. Squirt slips, slides right down the
roof on his belly and by the time I hightail it from
the patio, he's hanging there by his hands."

"What a dope!"

The couple, along with Matty chuckle at Aidan's switch
from concern to criticism.

"What did you do, Chad?"

"Well, forget dad. He was ready to piss in his pants.
But not me. No, I remained cool, calm and collective,
stood right under him and told Squirt to let go."

"So Philip fell into your arms?"

"Hee hee.. not exactly, but knocked the wind out of my
abs when he landed on my gut."

"Did he bounce off?"

"Hey, I've got the same taut abs here, Aidan. See?"

Chad had picked up his sweatshirt, well Matty's, and
displayed the stripe down his six pack.

"Chad, do you think Philip's going to have a stripe
down his stomach like you have?"

Matty smiled, as he heard the couple chuckling once
again at Aidan's cutesy manner of wonderment.

"What does that have to do with Philip feeling
better?"

"Um, nothing."

"Well, anyway, Squirt came out without a scratch on
him."

"That's good. I wonder what they're doing with him
now?"

Matty and Chad, whom sat on either side of Aidan, put
their arms around him, telling him they were sure
Philip would live!

%

"This sandwich is good, Aunt Bernice."

"You can thank the church for that, Tom."

"Do you think we can go sometime?" Mark asks.

"Sure, if your dad would like to."

"We used to go every Sunday when mom.... well you
know."

"All of you kids?"

"Yup. We used to go to Sunday school while our parents
were in church," Mark replied.

"Aunt Bernice?"

"Yes, Eric?"

"How come our dad doesn't take us to this Sunday
School?"

"I don't rightly know. I think you'll have to ask your
dad that, Eric honey."

Bernice mentions something about filling the koolaid
pitcher, but excuses herself to load it up, telling
Alberto to sit. Alberto whom has been sitting with the
boys, starts to think up some mischief, while she's
vacated the table.

"Well, you know I think part of the reason people are
scared to go to church is because of the ghosts."

"Ghosts?" Tom and Eric, the fifteen year olds question
Alberto.

Alberto smiled.

"Who Alberto?"

"The ghost who couldn't spell. Pity that he didn't pay
attention to his geography and spelling lessons."

"Tell us, Alberto!" Eric, Tom Stev, Denis and Mark
pleaded.

"Very well, if you all insist," he played the boys'
imaginations up. "Well, after a long illness, a woman
died and arrived at the Gates of Heaven. While she was
waiting for Saint Peter to greet her, she peeked
through the Gates.  She saw a beautiful banquet table.
 Sitting all around were her parents and all the other
people she had loved and who had died
before her.

They saw her and began calling greetings to her -
"Hello"  "How are you! We've been waiting for you!"
"Good to see you".

When Saint Peter came by, the woman said to him "This
is such a Wonderful place!  How do I get in?"

"You have to spell a word", Saint Peter told
her.

"Which word?" the woman asked.

"Love."

The woman correctly spelled "Love" and Saint Peter
welcomed her into Heaven.

About six months later, Saint Peter came to the woman
and asked her to watch the Gates of Heaven for him
that day.  While the woman was guarding the Gates of
Heaven, her husband arrived.

"I'm surprised to see you", the woman said. "How have
you been?"

"Oh, I've been doing pretty well since you died," her
husband told her. "I married the beautiful young nurse
who took care of you while you were ill. And then I
won the lottery.  I sold the little house you and I
lived in and
bought a big mansion.  And my wife and I traveled all
around the world. We were on vacation and I went water
skiing today.  I fell, the ski hit my head, and here I
am.  How do I get in?"

"You have to spell a word", the woman told him.

"Which word?" her husband asked.

"Czechoslovakia."

Alberto remained silent, for the boy's reaction, but
it's from behind he heard the cackling slowly raise
the noise levels in the room. Coming from behind, with
the pitcher of red liquid in hand Bernice smacked
Alberto on the back.

"Haa ha ha ha haaa...ooooh, that was a good one,
Alberto!"

The kids cracked up with laughter when Bernice slapped
Alberto on the back, making the front of his shirt dip
into the bowl of vegetable soup. He looked down at his
shirt, wiping it with a napkin. The kids got a further
treat at watching Alberto and Aunt Bernice bicker back
and forth about the spilled soup.

%

"I'm not so sure about all of this Ken."

"I know you're not, Sean. I can sense it, but we can
make this work."

"We'll have to see about this, Ken."

Sean and Ken began pulling their leisure attire
together, as they talked.

"Sean, answer me truthfully. Do you want to chance
getting into something you can't get out of?"

"Like?"

"Youv'e been lucky up until now. Suppose you met up
with a guy that took you to his basement and tortured
you beyond your boundaries."

"I don't think that would happen."

"You don't know that Sean. I mean there's plenty of
evil dudes out there that wouldn't think twice about
holding a hot stud like you captive and... well I
don't even want to think about it happening to you,
Sean."

"Hmm... Seems to me that you do really care about me,
Ken."

"Man, Sean either you're stupid or just plain dumb!"

"Okay, so what do you want me to do?"

"I told you already Sean. I want you and I to be a
couple, but you have to want it too. Do you?"

"Sure."

"I guess that's a start. And Sean?"

"Yeah?"

"Anything you want to do along the lines of bdsm, you
ask me."

"Okay."

"Good. I'm walking you home."

The two, fully dressed in gym sweats, each don a
padded vest and then leave the warmth of Ken's home.

%

"Hey nurse, how's my pal doing?"

Matty pulls on his arm, "Aidan, don't bother the
lady."

"He's no bother. In fact maybe I can take you in for a
visit young man."

"You can do that lady?" Aidan asks, rather calm now.

"I don't think the doctor will mind. Now, what's your
name?"

Chad and Matty see the nurse trying to strike up a
friendship with the worried pal, as their voices fade
behind the door.

"Looks like Aidan and Philip are getting it on pretty
well, Matty."

"Yeah, about as much as you and I, huh?"

"Look, Matty. I'm sorry I got out of line with you and
Sean."

"Eh, forget about it, Chad. Maybe I wasn't too good
about winning Sean over when it came to you and I."

"Hey, want to get a drink?"

"Yeah. I think there's some vending machines around
the corner."

"I just want to tell you Matty, that I think it's kind
of cool we met."

"On such short notice too. So, you think I'm a dish,
huh Chad?"

"Yeah and oh, before we go any further, Matty, I've
got something really important to tell you."

"Oh?" Matty gets his eagerness up, wondering what Chad
is about to lay on him.

"Yeah, Matty, someone tore the wall down and your Pink
Floyd is hanging out."

"HuH?"

"I'm talkin' about Shaft. Can ya dig it? Ahem!" Chad
clears his throat, looking down at Matty's crotch.

"Oh shit!"

Matty slaps the can of soda into Chad's hand and waits
til the two chatting nurses pass before pulling up his
fly!

"Damn, I knew I should've thrown on a pair of briefs."

"Calm down Matty. I think it popped out when you bent
down for the can out of the machine. Nobody but me saw
it."

"Whew! That was a close one, Chad. I owe ya one."

"One for the warning and one for stepping in front of
you to hide the fact of the matter?"

"Whatever."

"Hey, it's not like you should be ashamed of what
you're hiding, Matty."

"Well, I never heard you complain, Chad. But I'd much
rather keep it visible to only the one that matters."

"Here's your soda."

"Hey! It's empty!"

"Hee heee.. yeah..."

Chad searched his pocket for change. Matty went for
another soda drop.

"Pink Floyd!"

"You're not funny, Chad!"

%

"Doesn't look like anybody's home, Sean."

"Yeah, they're probably over at Aunt Bernice's."

"I didn't know you were related to her."

"We're not. She's Matty's mom and just a nice lady.
Say, want to meet her, Ken?"

"Sure."

"She's always got something around the house to munch
on."

"Sounds cool, Sean."

"Cool. C'mon. We can cut through the Chatsworth
place."

So, the two make their way through the backyard,
around the side of the stable, to the side of the
briar patch and then through the brick arch and up to
Bernice's back door.

"Hi Aunt Bernice."

"Sean honey, you're just in time."

"Is it alright if Ken comes in?"

"Why sure it is Sean honey. A friend of your's is a
friend of mine."

"Hi Sean!"

"Hey Eric and all you other peewee's. This is Ken."

Tom, with no class asks, "Are you Chinese, Japanese or
Korean, Ken?"

"Um, American?"

Mark shouts, "Ten points, Ken!" mocking his brother.

Sean volunteers, "He's Japanese."

"And what am I? Chopped liver?"

The boys laugh and Bernice cackles at Alberto's dry
humor.

"Oh, sorry about that, Alberto. This here is
Ken'ichi."

"Oh yes, the Richard's boy. Here, come sit Ken'ichi.
The missus and I were just finishing up anyway."

"Yes, you boys all sit together and have a nice time."

"We're done," Denis fesses up.

"Yeah," Mark concludes as well, "Let's go watch some
videos!"

So, there the two are, left alone at the table, as the
five boys scamper off up the stairs.

"Here you go, boys."

"You know you and Aunt Bernice don't have to run off
because of us, Alberto."

"I know, but Bernice and I need to do some meal
planning."

Ken rises and offers his hand, "It's a pleasure to
meet you Alberto."

"Likewise. Sean, anything you need, help yourself."

"Thanks Alberto."

"Mmmm, look at this pile of sandwiches."

"What are you waiting for, Ken? Pig out!"

%

"Hi Philip."

"Oooh, hi Aidan."

Steve warns, "He's a little woozie, son. The doctor
had to give him something while he stitched up that
knee."

"Does it hurt bad, Philip?"

"Not much now. Aidan, the doctor told me a funny joke.
Want to hear it?"

"Sure."

"A man walks into a doctor's office with a cucumber up
his nose, a carrot in his left ear and a banana in his
right ear. He asks the doctor, "What's the matter with
me?" The doctor says, "you're not eating right!""

Aidan giggled at the joke.

"Here, Aidan, take my chair so you can be comfortable
near Philip," Barry offers.

"Aidan?" His father questions, lacking a response.

"Oh yeah. Thanks Uncle Barry."

"You're welcome. Um, like a coffee Steve?"

"Sure."

"Dad?"

"Yes, Aidan?"

"You can leave us. We're old enough."

"Okay, son, but if you need anything of an
emergencie's sake, just press that little button."

"Okay dad."

Barry and Steve make their exit, leaving the two boys
alone to chat.

"Want to hear a joke I heard the male nurse guy tell
the doctor, Aidan?"

"Sure? Is it sexy?"

"Uh-huh."

"What're you waiting for, then!"

"He started out by saying three guys were walking in
the woods. They got lost. It started to rain and they
found an old cabin. Inside they had only one bed, so
the three guys shared the bed. In the morning when
they woke up, one of the guys said that he dreamed
somebody was pulling his cock!"

"Wow!"

"Yeah and the second said the same, but the guy in the
middle said he didn't know because he was skiing."

"I don't get it, Philip."

"Me neither, but the two started laughing."

"Sounds kind of dumb to me."

"Maybe there's something we don't know that's supposed
to be funny."

"Probably. So what else is happening around here?"

"Not much other then the doctor fixing my knee."

"I hope it's going to be okay."

"It will be, but I wouldn't be able to go swimming
tomorrow."

"Swimming, Philip?"

"Yeah, our dads told me that we're going to this
Kadeajade place tomorrow and all us guys are invited."

"Kadeajade? What's that?"

"I dunno. It's a place where they have a swimming pool
inside."

"I don't know of anyplace like that around here."

"I guess we'll find out tomorrow."

"Yeah. Aidan, do you think we can still sleep together
tonight?"

"Gee, maybe not Philip. I don't want to roll over on
your leg and make it open up."

"Yeah, then the bed'll get all bloody."

"Hey, how's it going Squirt?"

"Hey Chad."

Aidan seemed to get the best part of the deal, as Chad
leaned in to give Philip a hug. His arm rubbed on the
big brother's thigh. He either thought or imagined
that the top of his hand touched one of Chad's balls.
Could've been his cock for all that matters. Some part
of his pubes made contact. He wondered if Chad felt
the same, but didn't say so. He'd wait for Chad to say
something. Chad didn't.

"Thanks for bringing me to the hospital, Matty?"

"No problem, Squirt. I'm glad you're okay. Knee hurt?"

"Only a little."

"Um, I don't know if you guys will get this, but I
have a funny gay joke for you."

"You can try it Matty," Philip allows.

Aidan warns, "I hope it's better than the joke Philip
heard the nurse tell the doctor."

"Nurse? Doctor?"

"Yeah, the guy nurse thought Philip weren't
listening," Aidan replies.

"That's okay," Philip cues them in, "we didn't get
what it meant anyways!"

"Hmm, then maybe I should skip this one."

"You can tell us, Matty."

"Okay, so here it goes,  A 47-year-old man decided to
have a face lift for his birthday. He really likes it.
He was heading toward McDonalds when he stopped and
asked a man, "excuse me for asking, but, what age do I
look like?"

Philip and Aidan giggle at Matty's play-acting skills.

The man says, "To me, you look 35." The guy says,
"Really? I'm actually 47!" and walks to on.

Once he gets to McDonalds, he asks the orderer the
same question. The orderer says, "To me, you look 29."
The guy says, "Really? I'm actually 47!" and then
leaves.

At the bus stop, he meets two college jocks and asks
the same question. One says, "I'm 20" and the other,
"19." I bet we can tell your age by having our hand
down your pants for 10 minutes." The guy sees no one
around and says what the hell and lets both dip their
hands into his crotch...

...after ten minutes, both of them have felt up his
crotch and after conferring, come out with, "You're
47." The guy is surprised and says, "WOW! How did you
know?" They say in unison, "We were standing behind
you at the McDonalds."

Chad howls at the joke, as Matty accompanies the
laughter. The two youngters sit there straight faced.

Philip asks, "If they were standing in line behind the
man at the Mickey-D's then how come they didn't tell
him, Matty?"

Aidan adds, "Yeah, that way they wouldn't have to
stick their hands down the guy's pants."

"Stick who's hands down who's pants?"

"Oh, hi dad. Matty just told us a joke about them
sticking their hands down some old guy's pants."

"Dad, I swear we didn't mean 'us'", Chad protests.

Matty backs him up, "Yeah, it's just a joke!"

"hmm, we'll talk about this later, Chad," Barry told
his oldest son sternly.

continued....

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dont strike a fault, unless you can admit you've slipped..T Chase McPhee