Date: Sat, 6 Oct 2007 14:01:28 -0700 (PDT)
From: T. Chase McPhee <survivalgame@yahoo.com>
Subject: Natures Trail 31

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.

%

"Nature's Trail" 31
wriTten by T. Chase McPhee

%

"How's the job search going, guys?"

"We made the rounds yesterday. Why Maury? Hear of
anything opening up for us?" Jim Faulkner questions.

"Nothing from this end, except..."

Connor and Jim stop crunching their Froot Loops, ears
attuned to the forthcoming news.

"I hear the country club is looking for two
able-'bodied' young men for `various' positions."

"Waiters?" Connor asks.

"Waiters," Maury names on his fingers, "lifeguards,
gym personnel, lockerroom attendants..."

"Hmm... I bet there's plenty of eyecandy for the
lockerroom attendants!" Jim says.

"I'd prolly have a woody all day!"

They all laugh at Connor's suggestion.

"I hear they give nice tips for blowjobs," Maury
suggests, wiggling his eyebrows.

"Oh yeah?" Jim asks, "Who's your source?"

"Various students from WRCC."

"Name one," Jim provokes.

"I can't do that. I have privacy standards," Maury
replies.

"He's full of baloney," Connor tells prodding him for
a name.

"Okay, but this is only between us, get it?"

The two high school seniors agree, all ears.

"Well it's no secret who the dorm cumdump is..."

"Cumdump?" Connor pursues.

"Yeah. A fellow by the name of Jason Dalbec."

"Have you talked with him personally, Maury or is this
all talk?"

The two eighteen year olds wait for an answer, as a
broad grin covers Maury's face.

"He's done you?" Jim suspects.

"Once," Maury replies, still a grin on his face.

"Only once?" Connor gets wise.

"Okay. More than once."

Jim probes for more of an explanation.

After telling them about the party Jason's father had
at his mansion, an art event, Maury tells them some
intimate information, "When I asked one of the waiters
at the party where the jon was, Jason apparently
overheard him. I was already onto him following me up
the grand stairway, keeping his distance. Hee hee, I
stopped my ascent on purpose, looked over my shoulder
and he pretended to be straightening a picture frame
on the wall. You should see it, a whole wall full of
the Dalbec dynasty."

"Yeah, that's nice Maury, but want to get to the good
part?" Jim says sarcastically.

"Yeah, well, I continue on my way and ducked into the
room. Only, it wasn't the jon. I had mistaken a
bedroom for the jon. I opened the door and realized my
hand was on the wrong doorknob. From three feet away,
Jason says, `You've got two more rooms to go... on
your left.' Well, the way he said it, I just knew he
wanted more than to issue me directions..."

"Your `kinky-dar' was on, Maury?" Connor asks,
giggling.

"Yeah," Maury replied, continuing, "so I baited the
hook, leaving the jon door open a fraction of an inch
and reported inside. I stood there at the toilet, my
pants unzipped, cock out and ready to pee."

"Did he take the bait?" Jim asks.

"What do you think, dah?" Connor answers.

"I dunno," Jim says.

Maury cuts in, with, "He sticks his head in almost as
I'm ready to pee, asking, `need help?'"

"Wow! I can't believe you had him pegged!" Connor
exclaims.

Jim coolly says, "We're talking about a `pro' in his
field, Conn, dah!"

"So, you're ready to pee... then what happens?"

"He steps in, locks the door behind him. I toy with
him, asking, `what's your pleasure?' He says, `I like
cock'. I then ask, `How so?' Jason replies, pointing
to my torso, `I can take care of `that' for you, for
starters.'"

"You mean before you pissed?" Connor asked, not sure.

"I had to go pretty bad, but at the same time my
testosterone levels began kicking in. I turned from
the toilet, letting my ten inch tool hang down. I knew
I had him when he licked his lips."

"Sounds like it," Jim replied.

Maury probably also sensed Jim and Connor closely
following the story, with one hand on their breakfast
spoons and the other in their laps!

"No pun intended, Maury, but can we get to the
climax?" Jim chuckled.

"What's your rush? A good story's gotta `build'," he
said, tilting his bod to the side, looking under the
butcher block table. The eighteen year olds hands
froze from their stroking. "Don't stop on my account!"
He says, straightening himself up.

"Will you just get on with it?" Jim barks.

Connor, looking up at the clock says, "If we're late
to school, it's your fault!"

"Don't worry. I'll give you a note `from daddy'!" Both
began to badger Maury, so he continued, "Okay, okay,
so I told him to be a good boy and strip off his
clothes."

"Boy?" Jim questions. "This wasn't while he was in
college?"

"Before college. Jason was a senior in high school. I
don't play with little boys."

"So far, you haven't told us!" Connor states.

"And you wouldn't hear me mentioning it. I've never
played with a guy who was younger than the legal age,
eighteen, except when I was the same age!"

The two knew this opened Maury up for more scrutiny,
but their glance to the clock, plus to keep their
crotches active, they needed to hear the conclusion of
Maury's tale.

"Okay, so," Jim recaps, "Jason was an eighteen year
old senior, prolly ready to graduate, right?"

"He had a few months to go. Anyway, I was getting
harder by the minute, watching him do a striptease in
front of me. Without asking, he advanced and placed
both knees to the tiles..."

"Wait... you didn't pee yet?"

"Right."

"I don't know if I want to hear the rest," Connor
says, placing his stroking hand on his bare stomach,
rubbing it around in a circle.

"Oh c'mon Conn... Maury's told us lot worser stuff!"

Waiting for the go ahead, Maury looked to Jim, then
continued, "So to spare the `weak-stomach-one' here, I
let loose with my first load, letting him take it down
in a nice slow stream..."

"Jason drank your piss?" Connor asks, his lip turned
up, to evoke a disgusting nature of things, pushing
the remainder of his Froot Loops away from himself.

While on the subject, instead of toning it down for
Connor's benefit, Maury started getting a kick out of
Jim, all ears. "He sucked on my cock to get every last
drop out!"

"I think I'm gonna be sick," Connor said, both hands
on his stomach, making like he's ready to upchuck.

The whole while, Jim is laughing, saying, "Get a grip,
Conn!"

"I could tell he's done this before," Maury starts in
again, "'cause then he reaches up, unbuckles my belt,
unfastens the button holding my pants up, peels them
off my torso, gently forces my cock, still hard, back
in my briefs, gracefully lifts the elastic of my
briefs over my package, moving them down to where my
pants are around my knees. Then, as he's getting into
sucking my ten inches of rock hard meat, his hands are
working up under my shirt."

"Betcha you love it when he goes for your nips!"
Connor jokes.

"Oh you better believe it. Yeah, he found one of my
feel good spots alright. After that, he always knew
where to plan his attack."

"After that?" Jim questioned, not sure if Maury meant
`same day service'.

"What could I do?" Maury posed to them, "Jason is one
helluva great cocksucker! Took my cum down without
spilling a drop... drained every last bit!"

"So this wasn't your last time with him?" Jim asks,
his own tool hurting for release.

"We meet occasionally."

"Occasionally?" Connor asks.

Jim says, "And where? We've never seen him here,
Maury."

"One or twice a week he'll come to my office and give
me a sweet tonguing. But hey, maybe since you two guys
will be attending WRCC, I should invite Jason over to
get acquainted!"

"Might be cool," Jim replies.

"Sure. Maybe he'd like to spend the weekend... keep
our balls drained!" Connor jokes.

"Will he drink my piss?"

"Jim, you can't be serious?" Connor asks him after
making the remark.

"Sure. Jason will do anything I tell him to do," Maury
says. "If I tell him, he'll do anything for you guys,
too."

"Cool!" Jim says.

"But you have me to order around, Jim," Connor says,
feeling a bit jealous.

"I know," Jim replies, adding, "but I thought I'd like
to try feeding him my stream of piss. Might be cool."

Seriously looking at Jim, Connor says, "If it means
that much to you, I'd do it. But only for you, Jim."

"Nah, forget it. It's not that important," Jim
replies, smiling back.

"Well I've gotta get goin' here," Maury says, rising
up from the table, bowl and empty coffee mug in hand."

"Us too," Connor replies, after glancing up at the
clock.

Maury reminds them, "Don't forget about the country
club."

They thanked him for the tip, then hustled up the
stairs.

%

"Good morning!" The sing-song voice came from the
doorway, as the oak door swung open.

Seeing the figure holding a bouquet of yellow daisies,
Denis quickly uncovered his bod and slid out of bed.

"They're beautiful, Darryl!" Denis replied, taking
them from him.

"Don't I get sumpthin' for them?"

Between their chests, the flowers sat as the two
hugged, kissed. After Denis took the top off the water
pitcher, he dunked the stems of the daisies, fixing
them loosely about the edges.

"You're a born arranger!" Darryl said with a smile.

"At least I'm good at something," Denis replied.

"I bet you're good at a lot of things," Darryl said,
trying to boost his morale.

"I guess. Look Darryl, I've gotta tell you something,"
Denis relayed, sinking into a serious mode. "C'mon.
Sit over here."

Denis led Darryl over to the bed, instructing him to
sit on the foot of the bed, where so many times his
dads or Jose have sat to gab.

"So, what's this all about, causing you to lose your
smile?"

"Darryl, I don't know if you're going to hate me for
this, but...." Denis' chin fell to his chest, then
weakly raised it, confessing, "but I told my dad about
us."

A quaint smile crossing Darryl's lips, cued Denis into
the fact he wasn't angry.

"I figured as much, when your dad came down to the
station, looking for me," Darryl says.

"My dad? You saw him? What'd he say?"

"Well first, I didn't get angry at you for telling
your dad about us, alright?"

"Right," Denis said, feeling this out.

"So, I don't want you going and getting angry at your
dad for coming to talk with me. Deal?"

"Yeah. Okay," Denis agreed. "What did he want?"

Darryl sat there, staring at Denis for a few seconds,
til he rendered, "At first he asked me not to visit
you at the hospital anymore..."

"What the fuck?" Denis replied, his heart beating
faster.

Reaching over, taking Denis' forearms in his, Darryl
said, "Shhhh now," as if quieting a baby, "it's not
worth getting upset over."

"What're you kidding, Darryl? You're like the best
thing that's happened to me and my dad doesn't want
you coming here to see me anymore?" Denis replied,
almost like he was ready to cry.

"It's not going to happen... I'm still coming to see
you... I'm here now, aren't I?"

It was enough of an explanation to start working in
the positive, on Denis, as he said, "Yeah. So..."

"Believe me. You weren't the only one perturbed. I
told your dad I had an interest in getting to know
you. I went into the old adage, `love at first sight',
telling him maybe it's not love right now, but I
definitely like you and want to pursue seeing you."

"I can't believe he was so against you. When he left
here, he was like, it was cool."

"Look, I don't blame your dad. If I was a father, I'd
be interested in protecting one of my family members
as well. Your father loves you. You're very important
to him. He wants what's best for you."

"So, what are you going to do, Darryl?"

Smiling, he said, "I'm going to continue to come see
you."

"What did dad have to say about that?"

"For one thing, Denis, I wasn't about to let you go.
We sat there and talked for over an hour. I think your
dad saw I wasn't a fly-by-night lover. I even stressed
I thought it a good idea you had a personal friend."

"He prolly didn't think it was a good idea because
you're older than me, huh?" Denis asked, as if testing
Darryl.

"It did come up. I mentioned I didn't think it was an
issue. Your dad seemed to dismiss it and we dropped
the subject."

"So, what's it all mean, Darryl?"

"I can see you're still confused, Denis." As he slid
his hands down the faint covering of blond hair on
Denis' forearms, he clasped their hands together,
saying, "Forget everything that happened between you
and your dad... the thing between your dad and me...
let's focus on the here and now.. and the future. With
God's help we're going to get through all this."

"You're a religious guy?" Denis quizzed him.

"I don't believe you and I are going to make you
better, but it doesn't mean you don't have to work at
getting better. God helps those who help themselves."

"I think I've heard it before," Denis acknowledged.

"Trust me, we're going to get through this Denis and
you'll be all better. It's going to take time, but
you'll see. I bet you'll be back into the swing of
things by the time college rolls around, in the fall."

"But I've gotta get a job... my schoolwork... I..."

"Has your dad mentioned a Mr. Bergne?"

"No."

"He's a teacher's aid at the elementary school."

"Yeah. My dad mentioned him, but not his name," Denis
recalls.

"I happen to know Mr. Bergne is a very intelligent,
kind and easy-going man. He will be good for you."

"Oh, so you know him?"

A little smile gracing his lips, twisting at his thin
stache, his tongue then wetting his lips, Darryl says,
"I want to always be truthful with you, Denis, so I
figured I should tell you now. When I arrived in town,
I met Julian... Mr. Bergne, at a bar. To make a long
story short, we made a connection."

"You and Mr. Bergne?" Denis said, intent on listening.

"Yep. We were both lonely, maybe had a few too many
beers and before I knew it, he wound up at my
house."

"Oh."

"It's important for me to tell you. It was a few
months ago. We went on to meet a few more times, but
then the sexual part of our friendship fizzled."

"How?"

"The only explanation I can offer is it slowly only
became a sexual desire. For a relationship, it didn't
have the substance.... well, our attempts at trying to
make it work, didn't have anything like I feel about
you, Denis."

"Really?" Denis asks.

"I swear," Darryl replies, crossing his heart with the
index finger of his right hand.

"Oh, I believe you," Denis said.

After a short pause, Darryl tells him, "Well, I've got
to get out there and chase the bad guys!"

Standing, Darryl travels up the side of the bed, his
arms reaching out for Denis, grabbing his shoulders,
matching up their lips.

"There. Will that hold you til later this evening?"

As Darryl heads for the door, Denis replies, "I'll
keep thinking about it. Yesterday I couldn't stop
thinking about you. I even had a little dream about
you."

"Well, that's going to have to wait til later."

"How late is later, Darryl?"

"Not until around nine."

"You can't come any sooner?"

"If cops could make up their own schedules, there
would probably be more cops!"

It made Denis smile a bit. Even after Darryl closed
the door behind himself, he held the police officer's
image in place, still picturing him standing there
before him.

%

"Dad-Steve, don't forget where we're going after
school today!" Philip says, as he takes half spoonfuls
of his oatmeal mush.

"What's happening after school?" Barry asks.

"Sorry," Steve apologizes to his partner, "you looked
so tired when you came home last night, plus when you
filled me in on..." not wanting to mention the
incidence of Denis and Darryl, he abbreviated his
statement, "you know, I neglected to fill you in on
the boys' project."

"You didn't tell dad-Barry?" Aidan asked his informed
dad.

"Sorry boys. I know it's important to you and it is to
me. My fault."

"That's okay," Philip replied. Then, shifting their
attention from Steve, both boys took turns informing
their other dad of the project. Aidan finished up
with, "And dad-Steve said he would take us to the
hardware store after school."

"It sounds like you have carefully thought up a plan
of attack?" Barry asks the two youngsters.

"Yup," the boys answer, Aidan further saying, "We
better get ready for dad-Callan."

Looking to Steve, Barry asks, "Callan's picking them
up?"

"I forgot to mention it. He called while you were
still upstairs. He's on the early shift at the
hospital and wouldn't mind dropping them off on the
way."

Having to run off to his cooking class earlier this
morning than usual, Max left the kitchen on `auto',
which meant each person was in charge of cleaning up
after themselves. The dads watched as the clock on the
wall, sent Aidan and Philip into action, scraping
their bowls out into the garbage, the last remnants of
the oatmeal, rinsing them and placing them in the
dishwasher. More impressed, the dads were astonished
when Aidan, hovering over the sink and Philip, manning
the dishwasher, worked as a team to handle their
dad's, Eric's and Tom's dishes, as well.

"Looks like Max is getting through to them, Steve,"
Barry comments, to the side.

"Yeah. Today the dishes, tomorrow the world!"

%

"Hey, Tony, you've got to say something to Coach
Hollister," Matt says, sitting on the wooden bench, in
the lockerroom, his speedo at his knees, ready to be
pulled up.

"Yeah, I've been thinking about it," Tony Gagliardi
agrees.

Standing with hands crossing under his pecs, his deep
innie, the dark, thin treasure trail almost staring
Tony in the face, Jason Dobbs leans against the
locker, adding, "Yeah, coach hasn't been right since
we walked out on him the other day, to check up on
Denis."

Troy, overhearing the conversation, walks around the
corner of the lockerroom, to the aisle where four or
so swim team members have congregated, adding his two
cents, "Believe it or not, call it weird, but I miss
Coach Hollister yelling at us!"

"Funny," Adam says, "I never pictured you as a
masochist, Kostellic," he says about Troy.

Throwing a wink in Adam's direction, Troy jokes, "I'll
take that up with you later, Metcalfe!"

"Really?" Adam says seriously, "I was only busting on
ya!"

The six foot Greek swimmer wiggles his eyebrows,
making Adam think twice about what he said.

"Knock it off guys," Matt butts in, "we've got to find
a way to win coach back."

"Does it really matter?" Nils gives his opinion. "We
only have this one swim competition, then it's over!"

Matt confronts him, replying, "Your attitude really
sucks, Nils. Did you even stop to think about next
year?"

"I don't really give a fuck. I'm transferring out
anyway!"

Tony had to jump up, pin Matt's back to the metal
lockers, meeting him chest to chest, blocking the
eighteen year old from taking shots at Nils.

"This is not settling anything, Matt," Tony told him,
as he held Matt's wrists up above their heads, glued
to the beige metal.

The intellect of the group, Jason raises his voice
above them all, saying, "We should turn off our anger
and turn our thinking towards focusing on the problem,
guys."

Taking another dig at Nils, Matt, directing over
Tony's shoulder, says, "I'm focusing on `the problem'
all right!"

Nils says, uncrossing his arms from over his pecs,
throws them up in the air, responding, "You want to
get rid of me... fine! I don't know why I even
associate myself with a bunch of losers!"

Tony was on his guard, as Matt's head turned to watch
Nils leave the assemblage. Near silence filled the
corridor of lockers, as they listened to a locker door
slam shut, then the door to the lockerroom.

"I can't believe he really walked out on us," Adam
comments.

Troy, not hiding the truth, nor his feelings for Nils,
tells them, "No loss. I myself, kind of got tired of
hearing his negative comments."

Agreeing, Tony assesses, "Yeah. He was always trying
to drag the team down."

In a final statement of declaration, Matt renders,
"I've always wanted to take a pop at the asshole,
whenever he opened his mouth."

"I think you have bigger problems, buddy," Tony says
to Matt, looking at his left pec.

"What?" Matt inquires, pulling at the left side of his
chest, with his right hand. Stretching his eyesight,
he looks at his nip. "So?"

"So, you're getting sloppy," Tony tells him, literally
to his face, still inches from his.

"This little bit of hair? It's like less than a
quarter of an inch long, Tony!"

"I think we all need to beef up our act," Tony leads
them.

Suddenly, the hall length of swimmers are studying
each others bods, making a `hair-check'.

"Prime example," Tony points out, pinching the top of
Jason's navel, pulling up on it, to clue in the
others.

"Owch! That hurts," Jason Dobbs says, his hand on
Tony's, trying to pry it off, as the others shake
their heads, shaming the nineteen year old for not
shaving off his dark treasure trail. Letting go, a red
mark is left at the top of the teen's navel.

"I remember when coach used to line us up for
inspection."

"So, what's you point, Adam?" Matt asks.

Shrugging his shoulders, Adam says, "Nuthin', except
coach used to take a lot of pride in us."

"Yeah," Tony giggled, "remember when he said the hair
on my abs had to go? He slapped it, leaving a red hand
print on my stomach?"

Matt says, "Yeah. It's the first time I ever saw you
lost for words, Tony."

Adam states, "And what other coach would let his team
have a beer party in the wrestling room after a
competition?"

Each threw in their little tales to tell of an
instance when Coach Hollister became their image of
`hero status'.

"Well," Tony puts his hands on his knees, pressing
down on them to lift his bod, "I got us into this
mess, so I better go make things right with coach."

"We're all behind you, Tony," Matt spoke up for the
team.

Following Tony, those needing to cover up their asses,
donned a speedo. Matt actually walked at Tony's side,
using Tony's shoulder for an armrest.

%

Copyright 2007 T. Chase McPhee
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