Date: Wed, 2 May 2007 11:12:41 -0700 (PDT)
From: T. Chase McPhee <survivalgame@yahoo.com>
Subject: Natures Trail 01 (continuation of 'Nature Walk')

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format of reality. Any resemblances to real people,
alive or in the hereafter, is entirely coincidental in
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areas, which the story is staged. If a sexual scene
involving male-to-male relationships offends you, then
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"Nature's Trail" 01
wriTten by T. Chase McPhee

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"This chicken is delicious, Freddie."

"Thanks. Too bad Callan couldn't be here to enjoy it.
Does he get emergency call-ins like this, all the
time?" Freddie inquires.

"No, not often," Alonzo replies. Say, why don't you
sit down and have dinner with me?"

"Am I...." he paused, unsure if it was a proper action
for a cook and housekeeper, "um..."

"Sure," Alonzo read his mind. "We're not all that
proper, as some folk in these parts. Relax!"

"Righto. Let me grab a plate."

In no time, the twenty-four year old cook had
assembled himself a plate of chicken, broccoli and
rice, toting that and a glass of water, taking a seat
at the nearly square diningroom table, across from
Alonzo.

Alonzo added, as Freddie made himself comfortable, "We
haven't really thought much about having a cook and
housekeeper, so we'll have to work out the rules as we
go along."

"As I mentioned at my interview, I haven't had much
experience being around youngsters."

"Oh, you'll get used to Diego and Seth. Let them grow
on you. I'm sure you'll fit in, in no time!"

"I'm looking forward to taking care of them," Freddie
says, with feeling.

"Don't be afraid of discipline, either. In turn, they
haven't experienced having a full time, live in cook
and housekeeper, except breakfasts at the Clark-Barr
household almost daily," Alonzo says.

"Max seems to know what he's doing."

"Yes," Alonzo reports, "In the short time he's been
there, he's seemed to have gotten his act together. He
really makes `all' the boys, young and older, to tote
the line."

"Exactly my concern."

"Well, as I said, you have to take it a little at a
time and feel the boys out. Tell me, Freddie, have you
any siblings?"

"Yes, matter of fact. Out west. Most of my family
resides in the Seattle area. Two of my brothers,
Frankie and Bobby, live in Seattle. Sis married and
moved back east, to Pennsylvania."

"So, you know what it's like growing up around
others?" Alonzo poses the question, trying to drive a
point home.

"Yes. We've had some good times, along with the
trials," Freddie answers, frankly.

"Well, whenever you have to deal with a situation with
Diego or Seth, think of those times with your brothers
and sister. I'm sure children, in the growing stages,
don't vary that much."

"I will. Thanks. Oh, by the way, Max thought it best
to throw out most of the food you had on hand. A lot
of it was outdated," Freddie says.

"I don't doubt it. It's tough to keep up with
everything."

"That's why you have me!"

Freddie's lips spread wide, in a smile.

"Yes and I think things with get put back in
perspective, once the ball gets rolling."

"When are the boys due back?"

"Anytime now. They've had enough time to finish their
pizza and I'm sure Chad and Matty are eager to get to
bed. We've all had a long day."

"How did things go?" Freddie inquires.

Finished with their meal, Alonzo helps Freddie take
the plates to the kitchen.

"I'd like to think when school opens on Monday, the
college will be able to handle the revised student
schedule, as far as classrooms are concerned."

"You have your doubts?"

"We're starting out on a limited basis, holding junior
and senior student classes only."

"Oh, I was under the impression at least middle and
high school students would be back to school."

"Originally that was the plan, but there's not enough
spare room at WRCC, to house our volume of students,"
Alonzo states. "So, Barry had to make a decision,
where the cut-off in grades would be."

"Barry?" Freddie questions.

"Barry Barr. Our backyard neighbor and high school
principal."

"I think Max mentioned it. It'll take awhile before
facts sink in."

"That's okay, Freddie. I understand fully."

"I'll take care of the rest of this."

"Good. I should try to throw together some lesson
plans for Monday," Alonzo says, making his exit.

As soon as Alonzo vacates the kitchen, Diego and Seth,
let out from Steve's and Barry's van, walk in the back
door, yelling, "We're home!" Even though the two just
wolfed down two slices of pizza each, at Chad's and
Matty's place, they raced to watch TV, forgetting
about dessert. Now they remember!
Since today, Friday, was Freddie's first day, the two
have yet to meet their new cook and housekeeper.

"Who are you?" the eleven year olds trade off, upon
asking.

"Hi there. I'm Freddie!"

The two do the once over, looking at the beefy cook.

"I take it your daddies didn't tell you about hiring
someone to do the cooking and chores?"

"They said somethun'," Seth replied.

Immediately, on Diego's mind, he inquires, "Are you
going to live here with us, like Max?"

"Um, yes."

"That's good," Diego says.

"Is it now?" Freddie questions.

"Yeah," Seth answers, "'cause we're a-needing somebody
to take care of us."

Freddie spoke his true feelings, saying, "That's so
sweet."

"There's lots wrong here," Diego confides.

"Oh?"

Be it the lips of children to get the truth said.

"Have you seen the bathroom?"

"No," Freddie replies, a smile on his face, ready to
get the full description.

"Our dads tried," Seth replies, in honesty, "but they
don't know nuthin' `bout keepin' it clean!"

"Oh really?" Freddie questions, folding his arms
across his pecs, laying them on his slight tummy.

"Yup," Diego continues, "but we made our beds
everyday."

"That's good."

Seth says, "Our dads says it's `respondsabillity', but
ya know what?"

"What?" Freddie asks, ready for a punch line.

"Our dads don't do nuthin' `bout it," Seth says.

Diego adds, "They don't have any respondsability!"

"Is that so?" Freddie replies, chuckling to himself.

Both kids nod their heads yes.

"Well, I'd like to let you know that I'm very keen on
responsibility, but you know what?"

"What?" The two answer at once.

"I think responsibility is good," Freddie says, making
it up as he goes along, based on the facts. "So why
don't we make a deal."

"Deal?" Seth asks.

"Yea. I'll make sure your sheets are kept clean, but
why don't you two keep on making your beds everyday?"

Diego seems to look to Seth for approval. Seth handles
the inquiry.

"Sure. We can do that. Right, Diego?" He asks.

"Yup. But we didn't make our beds today."

Seth makes excuse, "We had to get up too early to get
a ride."

Pondering the dilemma, Freddie decides to use it as a
lesson.

"Well, from now on I don't think we should let things
like that stand in the way!"

Right away, Freddie sees the smiles turn to frowns.
Time to switch the subject.

"By the way, Max informs me you two like chocolate ice
cream. Care to have some?"

The frowns turn upside down. With glee, Diego and Seth
accept the gesture.

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"Ooooh that was a long day," Barry says, sitting on
the side of the bed, taking his shoes off.

"It was. For the kids, also."

"Good thing Chad and Matty could take time off to sit
with them."

"Good thing there's a pool at WRCC."

"Yes, Aidan and Philip are becoming quite the water
rats," Barry says.

Stripping down to his lowrise briefs, Steve kneels on
the bed, moving over to where Barry still sits,
inactive, at the side of the bed. He immediately
places both hands on his lover's shoulders, rubbing
them.

"Ooooh that feels soooo good, Steve."

"You walked a lot of miles today."

"It sure seemed like it."

"Tomorrow's Saturday."

"Saturday? We have plans, Steve?"

"After two years of getting up early for the nature
walk, you can forget?"

Swinging his head to the side, after Steve hits a
sensitive area, Barry sighs in pleasure, saying, "Like
I said, it's been a long day."

"Right and I know they couldn't come through with the
full plans they promised," Steve says, working to
remove Barry's tie.

Barry helps it along, untying the knot, pulling it
through the collar of his shirt, enabling Steve to
work at the buttons. "At least we can get started
Monday, with something."

As if unbuttoning his own shirt, Steve works down the
line of fasteners. Barry finishes, til the shirt dips
into his beltline. Steve pulls the shirt from Barry's
chest, removing it to behind his back. A quick, "Oh
thanks," is rendered as Barry surrenders his arms to
the removal of the dress shirt.

Exiting the bed, Steve folds the shirt sloppily, over
the chair. Barry stands and unbuckles his belt. Taking
the liberty, before hitting the sheets, Steve removes
his briefs.

"Oh, leave them on," Steve calls out.

"My briefs?"

"Yeah."

Smiling, Barry says, "Feeling a bit kinky tonight, are
we, Steve?"

"Yeah," Steve replies, wiggling his eyebrows.

Coming back to the bed, Barry has made himself
comfortable, his briefs slightly tenting, in
anticipation of things to evolve.

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"How was work today?"

"Kind of slow," Christian replies, adding, "which I
blame on the remodeling."

"Things progressing as planned?"

"Yes. The workmen have made a lot of progress in the
diningroom and that Michael is something."

"Oh? What makes you say that?"

"Well, really there's nothing for him to do, now that
I'm handling the grill," Christian says, as his
half-nude body sits there in the side chair of their
bedroom. He watches, intently, as Justin peels off his
clothing. "It's funny watching him sometimes."

"Oh?"

"Yeah. The foreman, Tony, puts up with a lot, with
Michael interfering all the time."

"Poor guy. I know how good a sport he can be," Justin
says, tossing his shirt in the hamper.

"Speaking of which, he did a fantastic job at choir
practice last night," Chrisitan says, as his hand
moves to his crotch, tucking it underneath the
beltline.

"Right. Tony could really belt out those high notes."

"Maybe you should have him sing a solo sometime."

"Oh? Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" Justin asks.

The perplexed look on Christian's face, shows Justin,
the twenty-three year old doesn't have a clue to what
he is talking about.

"I guess being a part of the choir and not standing
out, in front of it, you didn't pick up on it?"

Christian shrugs his shoulders, lifting his pecs up,
then relaxed again.

Justin continues, "Tony could be heard above the rest
of the males."

"Oh that. You asked him to tone it down."

"Right, but I think it might be a good suggestion."

"I've got another good suggestion," Christian says,
standing, walking over, in front of Justin.

Guessing what it is, Justin says, "I suppose you mean
quit it with so much talking and get with the
stripping!"

Christian smiles. In a horny mood, he goes for
Justin's belt buckle. Shooing Christian's had away, he
says, "Why don't you make yourself comfortable. I'll
only be a minute."

Without all the chatter, Justin follows through,
letting his pants drop, stepping out of each leg. He
folds them nicely, but lets a chair take up the slack,
instead of bothering on a hanger for now. He sheds
each sock, then goes for the final touch, removing his
briefs, a hand remedying that `packed in' feeling.

"Mmmm...." Christian voices his opinion.

"Hmm, I thought it the other way around."

"No. I think I'll change my mind. C'mon. Get
comfortable on the bed."

Both versatile, when it comes to sex, when Christian
was sitting in the chair, he had the inspiration to
top, but as he watched Justin peel off his clothes,
flaunting the light chest cover of his dark brown
hair, the tummy trail, finally the dark pubes, he
switched positions.

"I could use the relaxation."

Straddling him, Christian leaned over, taking Justin's
right wrist in his hand, pinning it above his head.

"Mmmm, a nice ripe pit!"

"To each his own," Justin says.

Not one of his favorite places for an oral workout, he
knows how much Christian savors his hairy pits.
Beginning with his tongue, Christian makes light work
of wetting down the underarm growth. From there, he
proceeds to Justin's lightly haired pec, his tongue
unearthing the dime-sized nip.

"Oooooooooh," Justin groans, as Christian toys with
his nip.

Almost in exactness, Christian repeats the oral
workout, taking on the left pit, moving to the right
flank. From there he runs his tongue down the center
strip, dipping it into Justin's deep bellyhole.

"Keep going!" Justin quips.

Without as much as a word, Christian begins licking
around the base of Justin's 9.5c.

"It's not going to be able to take much."

In saying so, Christian responds to the already erect
shaft. After going down on it, he purses his lips,
giving Justin a few strokes.

"Feel like `69ing' it?"

"Sure."

Probably Justin is too comfy or tired to get up. Lying
down on the bed, legs up near Justin's head, Christian
scoots his ass around til he's in sucking position.
Justin, opened up wide, takes in Christian's 9c. An
audible "Mmmm" is voiced by Justin. The two go at it,
Justin coming almost immediately.

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"Jeremy is a lot of fun, isn't he?" Aidan asks, as
they lay in their beds.

"Yup," Philip responds, "but it's too bad he doesn't
have a brother."

"I haven't thought about it, but you're right. I have
you for a brother, Diego has Seth and he's all by
himself."

"Only means one thing."

"Oh? What's that?" Philip asks.

"Do you remember when we first got to know Diego, what
we did?"

Turning over, leaning with his two elbows embedded in
the mattress, both hands scooping up his chin, Philip
replies, "Oh you mean about playing Monopoly."

"Right. Remember Aunt Bernice is always saying we can
come over, anytime."

"So, next time Jeremy is over, we should go over."

"Right."

Philip then lets out an humongous yawn.

"Yeah, me too," Aidan interpets it.

The two crawl under their covers.

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"If my mom knew what we were doing, she'd......."

"But she doesn't, so what's the harm?" Maury says.

"Still," Jim Faulkner says of his stepmom, "I feel
funny doing this."

Almost ready to graduate, the high school seniors
crawl on the bed, naked.

"Okay. If you don't want to do it. Fine with me!"
Maury then says.

"I guess there's nothing wrong with it, but I can't
like `instantly' do it."

"Yeah," Jim agrees. "I have to work Connor up to it,"
the eighteen year old says.

"Not a problem," Maury says.

Connor suggests, "Wouldn't it be just as easy to find
a trick in your little black book?"

"I knew it was asking too much. Really guys, never
mind. I just felt really horny to watch one of you
guys fuck the other, but no problem. Really."

Like a little boy, not getting his way, was a gift
with Maury, the way he spoke the resolution.

Connor softly says, almost in a whisper to Jim,
"C'mon. Let's just do it?"

"Fine," Jim replies.

"Okay, we're gonna do it," Connor says.

"Nah. Never mind."

"What do you mean, `never mind'? Connors gonna fuck
me. Isn't that what you wanted."

"Nope," the thirty-two year old college professor
replies, adding, "I just wanted to see if you would do
it!"

"Sick," Jim states.

"Yeah, Maury. That was really a sick-o idea!" Connor
agrees.

"Oh now, boys, it's not that bad, is it?"

Connor decides on his own, it's time to turn the
tables on the jokester. "No, not that bad, but you
wouldn't mind doing the same?"

"Huh? I don't seem to follow you there, Connor?"

Shrugging his shoulders at Maury, he hasn't a clue,
either.

"What I'm saying, " the nineteen year old blond,
spells it out, "is you get your nose buried in that
little black book of yours, find a bottom and get him
over here. Ka-peesh?"

"Wait. You're saying you want to watch me fuck a guy?"

Catching on, whether a hoax or not, Jim encourages
Maury, "Sounds like a fair idea!"

"But what would your mother say? I'm running a porno
studio or something?"

"Neither of us will say anything," Jim replies.

Connor says, "Yeah and I don't know about Jim, but you
got me all horned up, so you better hurry!"

"Now wait a minute fellas. A joke is a joke," Maury
tries getting out of it.

"Who's joking?" Connor says. "I'm serious."

Standing by his lover, Jim adds, "Me too!"

"I dunno," Maury says, the tingling down yonder making
him slowly get turned on to the idea of having two
teens watch him fucking a guy.

"Yeah," Jim chides, "what about that guy you had here
two weekends ago?"

"Who? Peter Perez? The college psychology professor?"

"Yeah, that's him," Connor recalls.

Maury then turns to a different means of getting out
of it.

"It's eleven o'clock at night. People are asleep by
now."

Jim interjects, "Yes, but Professor Perez likes you."

"You told us he likes your games," Connor adds.

Still pleading, Jim proceeds, "You said he liked it
the last time you fucked him."

"Yeah, but there's one difference in then and now."

"What?" Connor and Jim said, simultaneously.

"You boys weren't there to watch!"

"So?"

"And what makes you boys think Peter is going to allow
you two to stand there, stroking your cocks, while I
fuck him?"

"That's your problem," Jim say.

Connor offers, "Tell him it's one of your kinky
games."

"Yeah," Jim adds, "the way you talked, it seemed like
he was such a willing bottom."

Slowly they were wearing Maury's patience thin, at the
same time propelling his emotions towards thinking
with his cock and not his mind. Maybe Maury didn't
think about it, as one of his hands rubbed his pants,
in the middle.

"Oh, he can be."

"So, why not make it a challenge?"

"Challenge, Jim?"

"Right. See if you can coax him out of his house!"

"I like it!" Connor high-fived Jim.

"I don't know," Maury said.

Jim and Connor both thought it was too late, with
Maury's crotch already revved up!

"Let me see what I can do."

It took some talking, but the boys rejoiced in their
efforts to do to Maury, so far, turning the joke
around. As Maury lit out for the den, with his little
black book, the boys talked among themselves.

"So, are we really going to watch Professor Perez get
fucked?" Jim asked.

"I'll betcha he wouldn't want to do it."

"But if Maury makes it `part of the game', then Perez
will have to follow through with it."

"Hmm... I wonder what Maury will hold over him, to
make him?"

Jim alludes to, "Maybe paddling his ass?"

"Nah. Maury did that to him last time he was here. He
said the professor liked it."

"Oh."

"I don't know. We'll leave it up to Maury."

Jim adds, "Yeah and then make him tell us later!"

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