Date: Mon, 17 Sep 2007 15:00:16 -0700 (PDT)
From: T. Chase McPhee <survivalgame@yahoo.com>
Subject: Natures Trail 28

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" 28
wriTten by T. Chase McPhee

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"I'm going to sure hate getting back to high school."

"I know what you mean, Conn," Jim Faulkner says to his
mate, sitting there on the bench, mid-campus, casing
the grassy mall.

"I'm wondering something?" Connor asks.

"What's that?"

"Of all these hot college boys, how many has Maury
played with?"

"I wonder how many he's played matchmaker with?" Jim
asks, adding, "Whoa! Look what's coming from one
o'clock!"

Connor switches his boy-watching, to the upper right
corner of the courtyard, whereas if it were a large
clock face, it would signify one pm. "What a shame I
didn't see him before I met you!"

"You better be kidding Conn!"

Turning back, the blond teen squeezes Jim's thigh,
quickly rebounding his lips off of his cheek. He says,
"Get off it, Jim. If you don't know we're in this for
life, then..."

"Then what? Go introduce myself to the hottie?"

"He's got to be at least two years older than you
anyway," Connor tells him.

"When did age ever matter?" Jim questions. "I mean
look at us."

"What about us? We're both eighteen."

"I know, but us in bed with Maury... He's like pushing
thirty-five."

"It's not like we went all the way with him."

Suddenly, Connor gets slapped in the chest by the back
of Jim's hand, his head nodding, "Nine o'clock!"

"Oh shit! Man, I want him!"

Dropping his books in the grass, the older jock has
stripped off his shirt, laying it on the manicured
lawn, sitting, then falling back on it. Over his eyes
are a pair of sunglasses.

"He's gotta be an athlete," Connor assesses.

"A gymrat, no doubt!"

Eyes on the prize, the two gaze at the college man,
taking in the view of the light covering of hair
molded evenly, following the contour of his chiseled
pecs, the strip slicing his abs in half, disappearing
under his beltline.

"Guess what?"

"What?" Jim replies, not breaking his fix.

"Getting a hardon over him would be no problem."

"You mean you don't have one yet?"

Dropping his head to the left, Connor eyes up Jim's
crotch, replying, "I wonder what he would do if he
knew?"

"Prolly punch my lights out," Jim says.

"Hey, what's he smiling at?" Connor asks, refocusing
on the hottie.

"A bug must've tickled him."

"Maybe he knows we're checking him out!"  Connor
reckons.

Right after Connor says it, the college guy positions
his sunglasses on his forehead, lifts his head off of
his shirt and looks in their direction.

"Oh man! I'm so fuckin' embarrassed," Jim says, as
both their heads shoot downwards, as if they were
studying their zippers.

Without moving his head, Connor's eyes roll up to the
top of his head, as he spies through his blond hair.
"Oh shit! He's coming over here!"

"Shit! Get ready to book!" Jim hastily says.

"Maybe he's not walking towards us."

"He's crossing the grass, headed right for the bench,"
Jim tells him.

Books cupped in his hand, held to the side, shirt over
his shoulder, held in place by his finger as if on a
hook, the college guy reaches the sidewalk, right at
the spot the park bench sits on the other side of the
walkway. Without a word, he makes a sharp right turn
and keeps going on his way.

"Whew! That was a close one!" Connor says, as they
both view his sexy back.

"Don't let him fool you."

"What do you mean?"

"Think of it, Conn. He had the whole fuckin' sidewalk
to walk on, but no... he chooses to zero in on our
direction, flaunting his hot bod, walking like a sexy
model, coming right up to us, then making like he's
going off to class or wherever he's headed."

"So, he was playing with us?"

Laughing, Jim says, "I betcha he wanted to check our
crotches to see if we were hard."

"You think?"

Jim nods `yes'.

"Why that little sneak!" Connor says, punching his
left palm with his right fist.

"Yup," Jim says, arms opened wide, stretched along the
top of the bench, running behind Connor's back, "he
played us good!"

"I bet it was his plan all along," Connor says, as the
two watch the sexy back dwindle down to a speck, then
duck into a building.

"Yup," Jim sums up, "betcha he saw us and made us out
for easy pawns."

"Right," Connor agrees, "two guys sitting together,
one with his arm over the other's shoulders..."

"Not to mention your kiss. It was a dead giveaway,"
Jim says, giggling.

"Hey wait!" Connor realizes, slapping his hand down on
Jim's thigh.

"What?" Jim questions back.

"Maybe he wasn't being sneaky. Maybe he wasn't
checking out our cocks. Just what if he was planning
on saying something to us, but chickened out?"

"Nah. He was too cool to woos out. Besides he gave us
a little smirk."

"Doesn't matter," Connor protests. "It could have been
a nervous reaction."

"Could be. C'mon. Let's find something to eat."

Hauling the two books each had in their hands, they
set out for the student center.

"You still hard?" Connor asks.

"Nah. It went down. You?"

"A little. I prolly should find a jon and unload."

"You need to get off that bad that you can't wait,
Conn?"

"I can wait."

For the second time, in fifteen minutes, Connor gets a
slap in the chest, with the back of Jim's hand.

"Owch! You're gonna make my chest black'n'blue!"

"It's our guy!"

"What guy?"

"The snake in the grass!" Jim jokes.

Forcefully taking Connor's chin in his hand, Jim
points Connor's eyes in the direction to where his
attention is drawn to.

"It's his back."

"Yeah, but he had an orange tee on, right?"

"And dark hair," Connor reports, as the two look
through the glass wall of the WRCC library, at the
lone figure sitting with his back to them, looking
like he's tied up in his research.

"Three can play at this game...come on."

"What are we going to do, Jim?"

"Distract him from his studying.. what else?"

Walking around the side of the library building, the
two admit themselves.

"We have to find the science section."

"I thought we came to play this guy out?"

"We did."

Being careful not to be seen, the two, like secret
agents, kept a low profile, searching the tall
bookcases.

"Over here," Connor calls out in a barely audible
whisper.

"Cool!" Jim says.

"What are you looking for?" his mate asks, as he
searches the section.

"Something that'll knock his socks off! Here we
are...."

Connor smiles when he views the area, almost every
book having a derivitive of the word `sex' in the
title.

"Oh good. They have two copies," Jim says, pulling two
books from the shelf."

"The Joy of Gay Sex, Jim?"

"You take the paperback. I'll take the hardcover."

"But what's your plan?"

"Flush out the little weasel!"

As they walk around, relocating the dark-haired hunk,
Jim explains the plan. Placing the `Joy' books under
their pile of regular texts, they approach the library
table.

"Remember, don't say anything. Wait for him to say
something."

Propped up on his elbow, the college guy holds his
head over an open book, gazing intently. Carefully, as
if not to disturb him, Jim and Connor take a seat on
either side of the table. Almost immediately the guy
moves his hand a little bit to take in the view of
whom invited themselves to take up residence at `his'
table.

"Um, okay if we sit here, right?" Jim asks the guy.

"Free country," he replies.

"Sorry to disturb you," Connor tells him. "We have to
do a little research for class."

"No problem," the guy says, his head bobbing
downwards, returning to studying his book.

Putting their plan into action, the two high school
seniors remove the bottom book, opening it up, laying
it flat on the desk. Tapping his book with his finger,
Jim whispers to Connor, "We should try this sometime."

"What page?" Connor asks.

"Around twenty-five," Jim replies.

Then, shocking them out of their gourds, the college
guy says out loud, without flinching a muscle, still
attuned to his book, "Check out the `threeways' in the
back of the book!"

"Where?" Both Jim and Connor ask, flipping pages to
find it.

However, as the two discover, they've been had for the
second time today.

"There's no threeway section back here," Jim gathers.

Looking up, the college guy has a wide grin on his
face.

"You tricked us!" Connor states.

"More than once, eh?" the stranger tells them. Then,
extending his right hand, he announces, "Evan Colfax."

For a moment, the two let Evan's hand hang in midair,
before accepting the invitation to become friends,
introducing themselves.

"Just for the record," Jim probes,  keeping his voice
low, "were you checking us out before you stripped off
your shirt and lay in the grass?"

"I admit it. I couldn't resist. I wasn't sure if you
two were friends or if you meant more to each other,
til one of you kissed the other. But just for the
record, too, almost every sunny day I'm on the green
catching up on my tan."

Meant as a compliment, Jim says, "You better be
careful. Some guy might come along and pounce on you."

"As long as it was one of you guys, I wouldn't mind
it!"

Connor and Jim smiled at each other, not knowing how
to respond, but with smiles.

"Say, you guys hungry?" Evan asks.

"We were headed to the student center when we caught a
glimpse of you," Connor replies.

"Student center? What're you trying to do? Poison
yourselves? C'mon. I've got some wheels. We can hit
the pizza joint."

"We can't," Jim says.

"Why not? My treat!" Evan offers.

Connor explains, "We can't leave the campus until
`school' is out."

"Wait. You guys aren't matriculated?"

"We're in high school," Jim informs him.

"Wow! You guys sure look older. You fooled me," Evan
says.

"At least we got you back a little," Connor tells.

"I suppose my little fake-out threw you off, huh?"

"Not really. Jim had his gaydar on high-speed."

Closing his book, Evan says, "Well, I have some
Chinese food, left over from last night in my cube
fridge, back at the dorm. All we have to do is nuke
it. What do you say?"

Connor wasn't sure about going back to Evan's dorm,
but Jim accepted saying, "Lead us to your lair!"

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Having study hall for the last period of the day, John
Torkelson, fast-paced, traveled back to the dorm. He
was already used to climbing the three flights up to
the floor Kev's room he began growing accustomed to
occupying.

"John?"

He was surprised to see Connor and Jim, not knowing he
followed the guy in front of them.

"Hey guys," John greeted them.

As the high school couple turned to their Senior bud,
Evan did an about face, standing in between them.

Before either of the three eighteen year olds could
speak, Evan says, "You're Kev's lover, right?"

John hadn't thought of himself in serious terms, so it
kind of shocked him, toning it down, as he replied,
"We're boyfriends."

"Kev who?" Jim asks.

"Letterli," Evan clues them in, a hint of knowing him
personally, adding, "one of the hot studs on this
floor."

Seeing John not wanting to talk about it, Jim asks,
"How about that Chinese food, Evan?"

"Sure. Right this way."

With his hand on the doorknob, it turned. It was a
signal for John that Kev was inside. However, as he
entered, he found no Kev, but instead, Kirk, at the
computer, still in the same boxerbriefs as when he
left.

"Oh, hi Kirk. Kev's not here?"

"No. His pencils wore out, so he went to fetch a new
set."

"No classes today?" John asked, taking his backpack
off his shoulder, setting it on the floor by Kev's
bed.

"One. Cutting it. I need to get this paper done for
tomorrow."

"What's it on?" John asks, bending his spine, looking
over Kirk's bare shoulder at the flat screen.

"Um, vulcanology in Hawaii."

A smile slowly formed on John's face as he peered at
the tabs at the top. One was titled, `Gay.com'.
Instead of accusing, he said, tapping his finger on
the screen where the tab is, "Kev better be more
careful!"

Kirk wondered if John knew this was his own computer,
that Kev used his own laptop. Hitting the blue button,
he turned off the monitor.

"All finished?" John asked.

"Hardly. I'll probably be working on it most of the
night," Kirk replied, standing up, grasping both
hands, stretching his arms out over his head, flashing
his dark-haired armpits, his thin, dark trail, hiking
out of the elastic band of his boxers, a faint line of
brown, curly pubes.

Not looking intentionally, John glanced at Kirk's deep
innie, the pencil-width trail from his navel to the
ridge of pubic hair seeping out of Kirk's boxers. From
his stretched out position, Kirk folded his arms down,
behind his neck, assuming a triceps stretch, right
hand over left elbow, pulling to the right.

"You look... good," John said, "Do you workout?"

"I used to when I was in high school. Now I stretch a
lot, jog. Not much time for extra stuff," Kirk
replied.

"Still, you keep a... a tight body."

"I watch what I eat. How about you?"

"Me?" John asks, laying his hand on his stomach. "I've
never had to watch my weight. It's in the genes."

"Lucky you. Still, it's good to workout. I can show
you some moves if you want."

"Would be cool."

"Great," Kirk says. "Why don't you take your shirt
off?"

John didn't think it would be now, but followed
through, grabbing the back of his tee shirt and
peeling it off over his head. While accomplishing it,
Kirk went to his bureau, returning with a pair of gym
shorts. "Here, you can't exercise in jeans."

Unzipping, peeling his jeans like a banana, John sheds
them, stepping into the pair of Nike shorts,
commenting, "A little tight."

"You can still move in them though, right?"

Twisting his shoulders round, John feels up the
tautness of his rear, telling Kirk, "I hope I don't
split them."

"Split what?" Kev suddenly appears in the door,
questioning.

"Oh hi, Kev. Kirk's going to show me some stretching
tips. He loaned me these gymshorts."

"So I noticed," Kev says, dropping a small bag on his
desk. "He pulled the same thing on me last fall when I
ran out of shorts."

"I don't get you," John replies, looking to Kirk for
an answer.

"Tight?" Kev asks.

"Very," John tells him, trying to wedge his thumb in
the waist band.

"You see, John, Kirk has a little secret he's been
keeping...."

"No, Kev. Don't...."

Before Kirk could prevent Kev from saying so, he tells
him, "John and I have something serious started here."
Kev refers to their relationship, "I would have
mentioned it to him anyway. Lovers don't keep secrets
from each other."

For the second time, John heard the word `lovers'
stressed, but coming from Kev's lips, gave the idea
more credibility.

Hands on his hips, head down, Kirk thought about it,
revealing, "Okay. You can tell him about it, but don't
tell anyone else. Promise me, Kev?"

"One thing I always believed about a guy coming
out..."

"What's that?"

"It's up to you, Kirk. You tell the rest of the world
when you're good and ready."

No explanation was needed, as John said, "Out? You're
gay Kirk?"

Arms dropping, Kirk slapped them against his thighs.

Being supportive, Kev watched as John fled towards
Kirk, putting his arms around him, comforting him, "I
think it's great you told us."

"You do?"

"Sure," John says, upbeat, "just think... now there's
two less people to tell!"

Lifting his head, looking through his glasses, Kirk
managed to put a smile on his face.

Approaching the two, Kev puts his arms around the two,
his left arm postioned at John's left shoulder, his
right arm at Kirk's, huddling the three together,
saying, "Family hug!"

Watching Kev give Kirk a kiss on the cheek, John
imitates the gesture, kissing Kirk on the other.

"Hey, how come I'm the only one not shirtless?" Kev
jokes, reaching over his back, bringing his tee shirt
over his head, baring his bod.

Kirk and John still stand there, watching Kev strip,
John's arm under Kirk's armpit, around his back.

"Hey, I got an idea! How about I sketch you two?"

"Sure," John says, plunging into the idea, "but I
don't know about Kirk."

"Why not?" Kev asks.

"He has a paper due tomorrow."

However, in a differing opinion, Kirk reports, "I have
time to pose."

"But then you'll be laboring over your volcano paper
all night long," John tells him.

Setting up the makeshift studio, Kev overhears John,
stopping, facing the two, directing to Kirk, "A
`volcano paper'?"

Jumping in with detail, John says, "Yeah. Kirk's doing
a paper on the vulcanology of Hawaii."

"Vulcanology?" Kev strongly inquires, with surprise.

Turning red, Kirk forces a smile to his face.

"I think I'm missing something here," John says,
looking back and forth at the two.

Kev tells, "I was just wondering why an english major
would be doing a report on the volanoes of Hawaii,
when he doesn't even take science courses."

"But, at his computer. He was busy typing... he said,"
turning to Kirk, "you said you were working on a paper
for class." John says, pointing with his thumb over
his shoulder.

Arms folded over his midsection, Kev smirks, releasing
them, walking across the floor, cutting between the
two, in the direction of Kirk's desk, depressing the
flatscreen `on' button.

"Isn't this an invasion of privacy?" John insinuates,
as Kev waits for the screen to `light up' with
information. "Aren't you going to stop him, Kirk?"

Scanning the screen, Kev replies for him, saying,
"Stop me? Why? We both use the same computer!"

Standing next to Kirk, John softly whispers so Kev
can't hear, "You said he doesn't use your computer."

"Sorry. I didn't want you to see..."

"Who's `cantgetenuf'?" Kevin asks, staring at an open
chat box at gay.com.

Carrying on their own little conversation, Kirk says
to John, "If you knew it was me chatting, it would
have spelled it out to you," he said, telling John
what he already knew.

"Shit, Kirk. Were you really going to meet this guy?"
Kev exclaims, reading the last half hour of chat.

Walking over to the computer, John hits the `on/off'
with his knuckle.

"Hey!" Kev shouts. "That was rude!"

"No," John says, "reading other peoples' business is
rude."

Seeing the errors of his way, Kev stands up from
bending over, turns around and apologizes, "Um, sorry
about that, Kirk."

"It's okay. I probably wasn't serious anyway. I most
likely would have chickened out."

Giggling, John said, "And I thought it was you
chatting, Kev."

"Me? I'm beyond gay.com. I haven't chatted up a guy on
there since I was sixteen!"

"Oh really?" John comments, arms folded across his
abs, hiding his navel. "Don't you have to be eighteen
to sign up for gay.com?"

"Yeah, Kev," Kirk busts on him too, assuming the same
position as John.

"Um, I better sharpen my pencils."

"So, how do you want us?" John asks.

"First, lose the clothes?" Kevin instructs them.

Going through the motions, John forces the tight
gympants down, turning them inside out, complaining,
"Man, those shorts almost cut off the circulation," as
he freshens up the position of his cock and balls in
his lowrise briefs.

"Sorry about that, John," Kirk says, pushing his
glasses up on his nose after bending over to remove
his boxerbriefs.

"No problem," John tells him, eyeing up dark, lush
pubes, his jewels nestled on the bed of curly fur.

Looking up, Kev comments, "Damn, John, you act like
you've never seen a man below the belt before!"

"Do you enjoy embarrassing people?" John asks Kev.

Giggling, a grin on his face, Kirk laughs it off,
followed by pushing his glasses up on his nose once
more.

"Told you, Kirk. You should seriously think about
contact lenses," Kev suggests.

His attention drawn vertically up four feet, John
assesses, "I think Kirk looks good with glasses."

"That's because you haven't seen him up close," Kev
tells John.

It was payback time, as John says, "As I know you've
seen Kirk up `very, very' close, Kev?"

Faking a cough, Kev asks, "Um, how about you two pose
on the bed?"

"Like in a sexual position?" Kirk questions.

"Could be!"

Leaving it up to the two, Kev steals glances to the
bed as the two arrange themselves. However, a
stalemate seemed to evolve as they knelt on the bed,
facing each other.

"No good guys. Too much space in between ya's." Kev
complains.

"No, dah," John replies.

"Oh. I thought you were `there'. Sorry. Take your
time, but hurry up!"

"Thanks for the words of stupid wisdom, Kev," Kirk
relayed back to him.

"Sometimes I wonder if he was born half-braindead!"

John's joke set the two off laughing their asses off.

With a hand on his hip, Kev retorts, "Are you two
going to kneel there all day and hurt my feelings or
get with it?"

"You have feelings?" Kirk ribs him.

Again the two have a laughing spree, at Kev's expense.
Both hands on his torso, thumbs tucked into his jeans,
Kev nods his head back and forth at their pathetic
means of joking. Getting more into teasing Kev, the
two scoot forwards til their bods meet, hugging each
other.

"How's this, Kev?" John asks, a grin on his face.

"Damn erotic!" Kev replies, jaw dropping open, licking
his lips.

Still in a whimsical mood, Kirk reaches forwards,
daring to touch John, taking his cock in his hand,
asking Kev, "How's this?"

Following Kirk's lead, John bows his head, cupping his
lips over the nineteen year old's hairy nip, pulling
away slighty.

"Ooooooooooh!" Kirk sighs, dropping his head back,
gasping, "that feels sooooo awesome!"

At the same time, his hand puts pressure on John's
cock. Noticing it, John breaks free of Kirk's pec,
saying, "Whoaaaa!"

"Don't stop," Kirk says.

"I gotta stop," John replies, taking Kirk's hand off
his hard shaft.

"Don't stop on my account," Kev calls over to the two.


Both sets of eyes, from the bed scene, look over to
Kev, his belt unbuckled, jeans unbuttoned and his hand
slipping down into his briefs.

"Caught with your hand in the pot, Kev?"

Frozen in place, Kev watches as John walks on his
knees to the side of the bed, then sets one foot on
the floor.

"I hope you're enjoying yourself?" John says, annoyed,
pulling his briefs up to his hips.

"Me? What about you?" Kev catches John on the rebound.

Calling across the room, Kirk says, "We were only
kidding around, Kev."

"Mind your own business," Kev brashly returns.

"What are you yelling at him for?" John busts on Kev.

"It's apparent both of you were having more than a
good time?"

Standing there, Kev trying to keep his jeans from
falling off his torso, John with both hands low on his
hips, the two have it out.

"You didn't bother stopping us. No Kev. Instead you
had your hand down your pants encouraging us to go on
so you could keep it hard!"

Within the six inches of space separating Kev and
John, Kirk appears, making a `T' with his hands,
calmly saying, "Timeout guys, okay?"

Rigid in their staring, the two looked into each
other's eyes. Placing a hand on each of their chests,
Kirk says, "Listen guys. This is all my fault. I
shouldn't have touched John's cock."

"Nothing wrong with you touching my cock, Kirk. After
all, Kev gave us `his permission' to freely engage in
sexual activity!"

"And if I allowed you, the two of you would have gone
all the way?"

Being stubborn, John says, "It might have made a nice
`pose' with my cock up Kirk's ass!"

Kirk's jaw dropped open, gasping, "Up my ass?"

"Of course not, Kirk," John tried covering himself.

"Who knows?" Kev keeps interjecting, "If I let you two
go on, it might have really happened!"

"I'm disappointed in you Kev."

"Me?"

Minding his own business, Kirk still stood there,
taking in the conversation of the lovers' quarrel.

"Right. I can't belive you would think I would go all
the way."

"I didn't... I..."

"No. Hear me out," John says, putting his palm up to
stop him from going on. "Didn't I tell you already I
was saving myself for that one special guy?"

"You said something to that effect."

"Do you think I was lying to you?"

"Um... no. I believed you."

"Wow! This is deep," Kirk says. "I didn't know you two
guys were serious."

"This is all my fault," Kev finally breaks the ice. "I
should never have asked you two to pose together."

"I wouldn't say it was your fault, Kev. If John and I
didn't get so silly, maybe we could have acted
civilized and lay together innocently or something,
instead of grabbing at each other. I mean," Kirk tries
to mend the situation, "how about I stand here with
John and we just put our arms over each other's
shoulders, like this?"

Kev watches as Kirk places his arm over John's
shoulders, butting his ribs up against John's. Slowly,
John's arm emerges, his hand over Kirk's other
shoulder.

"Looks like you're more friends than lovers," Kev
comments.

"I think this will work," John says, on a lighter
note.

Moving his hand parallel to the floor, Kev suggests,
"And if I cut you both off below the navel.... yeah
this is going to work out."

Kirk took mental notes of how lovers act, as Kev and
John each told the other, `I'm sorry' and that was the
end of the heated discussion.

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Copyright 2007 T. Chase McPhee
This story may not be sold, nor made part of any
collection, without prior consent from the author.