Date: Sat, 21 Jul 2007 10:47:38 -0700 (PDT)
From: T. Chase McPhee <survivalgame@yahoo.com>
Subject: Natures Trail 12

The story below is a work of fiction, set in the
format of reality. Any resemblances to real people,
alive or in the hereafter, is entirely coincidental in
nature. It is not meant to accurately reflect upon
persons, in towns, cities, countries, nor governmental
areas, which the story is staged. If a sexual scene
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 state and
countries, you are not allowed to read this story, by
law. Check with your local laws regarding such. %
Sexual safety matters. Remember guys, this is fiction.
In real life, use protection.

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"Nature's Trail" 12
wriTten by T. Chase McPhee

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"Not in the mood for love?" Michael asked Kevin, as
they lay in bed, staring at the ceiling.

"It's not that. Today you made me realize something."

Usually it's Kevin who turns on his side, places his
hand on Michael's chest, begins massaging his chest
fur, then begins tonguing him all over. Tonight,
Michael takes the initiative, sliding his arm under
Kevin's neck, butting his front up against his arm and
thigh, lightly rubbing the twenty-seven year old's
hairy chest, a single finger tracing the stripe down
his stomach, then rebounding, playing up to Kevin as a
bottom to a top.

"What's that?"

"When my dad kicked me out of the house I felt so
alone, like I didn't have a soul in the world to care
about me."

"Now you know that's not true."

"Now, yes. But then I kind of felt, like fear."

"Fear?" Michael asked, nudging closer to Kevin's bod.

"Yeah. Fear that I'd never find a man to love."

Right there, Kevin said a lot and Michael played up to
the feeling,  replying, "That's in the past. Don't you
feel different now?"

Shimmying around, moving to his side, Kevin faced
Michael, saying, "More than I thought I could ever
feel."

His response seemed to lead right into matching up
their lips, pressing their bodies together, lifting
arms and sagging over each other's shoulders. Kevin
lifted his leg and place it over Michael's, his cock
riding Michael's thigh. For now both felt peace like
they haven't felt before.

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Knocking on the bedroom door, opening it a little,
Barry asks, "May we come in?"

"Sure," Denis replied, sitting there on his bed,
propped up against the wall, barechested, donning only
his gym shorts, tossing a football up in the air with
one hand, catching it with the other.

Steve and Barry parked their asses on Mark's bed,
facing Denis'.

"Not to get Mark into trouble, but he mentioned
something about Coach Hollister reprimanding you
today, at the pool?"

"Oh yeah. `That'," Denis replied, with a touch of
attitude.

Tossing the ball up in the air still, Steve reaches
over, catching it, saying, "I think we should have
your undivided attention?"

Shrugging one bare shoulder, the eighteen year old
replied, "Yeah.. Okay.."

"So, you want to enlighten us on the incident?" Barry
grilled him.

Denis' chin dropped to his chest, his hands flopping
down, folding across his abs.  One hand slipped down,
running over his thin, dark blond treasure trail, then
stopped.

"Was it your fault?"

"Kind of... well, not totally." Trying to formulate
his thoughts, before speaking, Dennis pinned his hands
behind his head, flashing his golden pits.

"Well?" Steve prompted.

With his thoughts sorted out, Denis replied, "Okay.
This is what happened. Even though four lanes were
open to the swim team, Coach Hollister has us all in
the water. There's this one freshman guy, Matt
Drijver, who Mark and I kind of got friendly with. We
got to talking about science...."

"Science?"

"Yeah. Let me explain. We got on the subject of
buoyancy and he wondered what the ratio would be of my
weight, in the water or out. So, when Coach Hollister
was instructing the guys in the pool, I jumped on
Matt's back, put my arms over his shoulders and held
on, like a piggy-back ride."

Steve anticipates, "Then coach turned around and saw
you?"

"No. That's the thing. His attention was so wrapped up
with the guys in the water, he didn't see us fooling
around. That is not until..."

"Until?" Barry asked.

"The other half of the experiment. Even though Matt
and I were in the water, we thought we were out of
Coach Hollister's view, so we thought. We tried the
other half of our hypothesis. In deeper water, I got
on Matt's back, only we didn't count on coach's
peripheral vision."

"So, he got on your case?" Barry insinuated.

"Yeah," Denis replied, sitting forward, indian-style,
elbows on the sides of his knees, his spine curved
over. "But I was the only one who got into trouble!"

"Oh? And why's that?" Steve asks, an inquisitive look
on his face.

"Well, as I see it, most likely, to coach, it looked
like I was horsing around, like I ambushed Matt or
something."

"And what did Matt have to say?"

"That's the thing. He didn't say anything. He let me
take all the heat."

"Doesn't sound fair," Barry tells him, "but I think
the object of this whole incident is you should not be
fooling around, especially when you are an invited
`guest', whereas the others are registered students.
What do you think?"

"You're right, but..."

Picking at the little fuzzy cotton balls, intervowen
with the fibers of his bedspread, Denis mulled over
some other facts, which he wasn't sure if they were
pertinent to the subject.

Shifting from Mark's bed, to Denis', Barry sat in
front of the teen, addressing him, "If you have more
to add, then say it, so we can have this over and done
with."

"I felt like a real jerk in front of the guys, but at
the same time, when Matt said nothing, I got the
feeling I wanted to punch him out."

"Natural, I would say," Steve tells him, "but you know
violence doesn't solve anything."

"Yeah, I know," Denis responded. "I probably wouldn't
have anyway," he said, looking up at Barry, holding
his glance with the eye-to-eye contact. Dead silence
filled the room. The look in his father's eyes,
pleaded for more information. So, filling his lungs up
with air, Denis spewed out, "Because I like Matt too
much to ever want to do something like that."

"Like?" Steve asked.

It seemed Denis was using a mild word for his sense of
caring.

"Okay," Denis began to confess, "I like Matt more than
liking him."

"Have you `done anything'?" Barry confronts him.

"We waited a coupla times for the showers to empty
out. Got intimate. Only orally. That kind of stuff."

"I see," Barry replied. "Does Mark know about your
intimate relations with Matt?"

"Sure he does. We don't keep secrets from one
another."

"I think I'm missing something here," Steve says,
scratching the top of his head, as if to stimulate his
brainwaves.

"Me too," Barry agrees, adding, "which brings us to
another topic of discussion." Denis watches as Barry
gets up from the bed, goes to the door, opens it and
invites, "You want to come in now, Mark?"

"Sure dad," he replies.

Steve gets up off of Mark's bed, walks over to where
Barry is standing, near the computer hutch.

"Want to have a seat?" Barry strongly offers to Mark.

He sits on the side of his bed.

Barry starts up the topic, "A few weeks ago, your
father," meaning Steve, "came in here to wake you
fellas up. Seems he found you two in bed together, in
the buff, no less?"

Without an ounce of embarrassment, Mark tells them,
"It's possible."

"We've been sleeping together," Denis informs them.
"Any problem with it?"

"Yeah," Mark adds, "it's not like we're real
brothers," meaning biologically.

Steve left the talking up to Barry, who then summed it
up, "I guess the basis would depend on how intimate
you have reached and what your feelings are towards
each other."

Steve does bring up, "As I recall, about a month or so
ago, your comments, Denis, sent Mark running off to
your room, in tears."

"Yeah," Denis admits, "I kind of regret what I said to
Mark, but we kind of have that all taken care of."

"Oh? Want to enlighten us?" Steve asks.

Denis gambles, saying, "Isn't this `our' business?"

Shifting positions, from his relaxed position, moving
his foot from the rung of the chair, to the floor,
Barry stands up, approaching the bed, saying, "I think
as long as we are providing the roof over your heads,
not to mention the fact your little brothers caught
you two spooning each other, as your father did on
that day... yeah, I'd say it was our business."  He
waited a few seconds to say, "So?"

First, Denis directed to Mark, "I told our dads about
Matt Drijver."

Mark looked up at both dads, then over to Denis.

In bed, Mark might be known as `teen-on-top', but when
it came to talking, Denis seemed to have more
gumption. So, with three pairs of eyes trained on him,
Denis unraveled the mysterious facts the dads sought
out.

"Mark and I have deep feelings for each other. We're
not what you would consider lovers, though."

"Oh?" Barry commented, ready to say something else.

"Can I finish, dad?"

Barry gestured for him to continue. Steve sat in the
hardwood chair backwards, arms over the back, resting
his chin on his blond-covered forearms, alert to the
conversation taking place.

"Mark and I slowly became curious about stuff gay guys
do with each other."

"Yeah," Mark then spoke up, "at first we talked about
it, after `lights out'. We talked about things we
heard in the lockerroom, other guys bragging about
masturbating each other. Doing stuff gay and straight
guys do."

"But then it happened," Denis took over. "Right after
Mark had his little tissy-fit and we made up, I then
realized that I really loved my brother."

Wtih a little smirk on his face, Mark tells them, "But
not the way regular brothers love each other!"

Before the dads could get involved, Denis continued,
"So, one thing led to another and soon we both wound
up in my bed."

"With our clothes on," Mark added.

"Yeah, but it didn't really last long and it's prolly
more because of me."

"And why would that be?" Barry asks. "I mean, it seems
to me if Mark came over to your bed, it wouldn't only
be you instigating the involvement?"

"Y'know," Denis continued, "practically my whole teen
life, when I really began thinking about what it meant
to be gay, sexually that is, I thought of myself as a
top. But then, when Mark lay there next to me... well
it was me who started feeling Mark up, under his
shirt. It was my doing, having him sit up so I could
strip his night shirt off, over his head. Mark didn't
ask me to take my shirt off. I just volunteered it.
His shirt was off, so I had to take my shirt off."

Like it was clear in his mind, as if happening last
night, Mark added, "I had such a desire to touch
Denis, maybe kiss him, but then..."

Distracting Mark, Denis took over, "I had this
insatiable desire to have him. So I got up and told
Mark to lay down in my bed. He's the first guy I ever
bedded. I wanted to touch him, make love to him and
once I had those desires implanted in my head, I
couldn't help myself. I just went to it, licking and
sucking him."

"That's quite a story," Steve finally said.

"One question," Barry cautiously approached, "how far
have you boys gone?"

Looking at their dads, Denis blurts out, "All the way.
Is that bad?"

"Well," Barry exhales, "as I see it, you two are
eighteen years old. Old enough to make your own
decisions. I don't think there's a right or wrong to
the special relationship you both have developed here.
But what concerns me now, is your feelings towards
each other, now with this `Matt' fellow involved?"

"Can I say something?" Mark asked, gesturing the
timeout sign.  Being given the go ahead he explained,
"I think from the time I came into Denis' bed, I
didn't really think of two brothers sharing their
bodies as right or wrong. I think it came to where I
was more curious."

"Yeah. Me too," Denis sided with his feelings.

Mark went on, "I suppose getting into each other's
bed, became a habit, after trying it the second time,
then the third time and so on."

"He's right," Denis said. "But I also think it became
a contact issue too."

"Oh? How's that go?" their father asks.

"Neither of us experienced what it was like being
naked and feeling up another guy. When I was lying
there in Denis' bed, with him licking me all over...
and then when..." Mark suddenly froze up, when it came
to below the belt, but he persevered, "When he started
licking me `down there', I..."

"He can't explain what I felt. Like I was getting at
before. I never thought of myself as a bottom guy, but
once I crossed the line, going below the belt, I knew
I had to... no, I was compelled to suck him. Am I
being weird or something?"

"No," Barry finally cracks a smile, looking towards
Steve, then darting his attention back to the boys.
"You're an eighteen year old gay man. By the way
you've explained yourself, I take it you haven't done
anything with other boys..."

"No way. I never did anything with a guy until I got
with Mark."

"I can tell you from a man's point of view," Barry
related to his own experiences, "the first time is
very special and I also think since this is the case,
as it has been with you two boys, there's no reason
why you shouldn't have gotten all hyped up."

"I know this is kind of a weird question and maybe I
should have asked it in the beginning," Mark asks,
"but do other sons talk to their fathers like we're
talking to you. I mean, being so vivid and all about
sex?"

"I don't really know," Barry bounces back to them.
"All I can say is I'm happy we can all be so open
about it, instead of keeping it bottled up inside us."

Shrugging his shoulders, Denis says, "I feel real good
about it."

"Me too," Mark agrees.

Barry looks at his watch. He hasn't realized he's been
standing there for an hour and a few minutes. "It's
getting on ten o'clock. Anything else you boys want to
add?"

Steve interposes, "I'm not so sure we got the proper
response from either you, regarding your feelings for
each other and this thing with Matt Drijver?"

"Good point," Barry tells him.

The two teens look at each other, then smile.

"Like Denis says. We have some strong feelings for
each other. I myself don't know where the boundary is
between brotherly love and... well, regular love,
whatever it's called. When you asked if we went all
the way... well, yeah we did and I think it was born
out of more a spur of the moment thing, coupled with
our racing testosterone levels."

"Yeah," Denis says, "we didn't think about it, it just
happened."

"But about Matt," Mark picks up. "I think Denis is
real brave."

"Oh? How so?" Steve asks.

"I think it was last week, we talked it over in bed
our feelings about each other. He came right out with
having oral sex with Matt, in the lockerroom showers."

"Yeah, well I felt like I was taking a chance. A
couple of nights before, I was trying to read Mark's
feelings for me, so I could tell him about Matt. It
was eating me up inside that I was hiding something
from him... Even if I didn't get the reaction I
wanted, feeling we loved each others like lovers, I
would have to tell him." With a solemn, glum demeanor,
Denis said, "Then I would have hurt him again."

The two teens looked at each other, Barry again
interrupting, "It's ten o'clock. I think we better
call it quits. I think your father and I have more of
an understanding about things."

Mark volunteered, "Well, it was sure good to talk it
over with you dads."

"Yeah, I agree," Denis said, more chipper.

"Good. Then I think you should turn in and we'll see
you tomorrow."

As Steve got up from the chair, Denis asks, "I still
have a question."

"Yes?" Barry turns back, after opening the door.

"Is it right or wrong for Mark and I to have sex
together?"

For a short interval, Barry thinks it over, replying,
"Even though we're your fathers, I don't think either
of us can call it right or wrong. If either of you
boys were seeing different guys altogether, outside of
our family, then I think we could rationally agree or
disagree. But no, I think we should leave it up to
your consciences. You're both eighteen, almost high
school graduates, soon to be matriculating college
students, ready to enter a man's world. My thoughts
are you are two responsible individuals who can make
up their own minds about situations such as this. Good
night!"

Closing the door, Steve remarks, "Bravo!"

Barry sighs a long exhale of relief, saying, "You
think they got it, Steve?"

"I don't know if I even got it!"

Wiggling his eyebrows, slapping Steve on the ass, he
says, "Oh, but you `are' going to `get it'!"

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Copyright 2007 T. Chase McPhee
This story may not be sold, nor made part of any
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