Date: Thu, 8 Nov 2007 17:09:25 -0800 (PST)
From: T. Chase McPhee <survivalgame@yahoo.com>
Subject: Natures Trail 36

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" 36
wriTten by T. Chase McPhee

%


"One more time? Pleeeeeez?"

Standing there with his hands on his hips, Max stared
at the two pleading kids.

"Alright. One more dive then the three of us have to
go in the house or I'll have hungry mouths screaming
at me!"

Doing his best to impress Max stood on the diving
board backwards. Taking a rather large bounce he
scooted backwards off the board, diving in forwards.
Standing waistdeep in the shallow end the two boys
applauded his efforts.

"That was the bestest yet, Max!" Philip congratulated
him.

Aidan patted him on the back, slapping mostly water,
as Max zoomed in between them.

"Thanks guys."

"One more?"

Aidan says, "You're pushing it, Phil!"

"Another time guys. Soon summer will be here and
you'll have plenty of time to learn diver's moves."

"Will you teach us?"

"If I can. I'll be carrying a heavy load this summer."

Aidan's and Philip's towels hung around their necks,
down their shoulders, Max dried off as if exiting the
shower.

"Tell you what..." Max says, "if I can't give you some
lessons, I'm sure Denis or Mark can. Afterall, they're
on the college swim team."

"Won't be the same," Philip tells him.

"Yeah. We like watching your dives," Aidan says, same
low attitude as Philip's.

"Let's not get all pouty. Chances are I bet I'll be
able to fit you guys into my busy schedule, okay?"

The two lightened up afterwards. Back in their room
the boys showered off the pool chemicals, drying off.

"Hey, I got an idea," Philip comes up with, as if a
lightbulb going off in his head.

"What?"

Turning around, he tells Aidan, "Check to see if I
have any hair `there'!"

"We're not going to," Aidan says, without looking. "We
have to be older to get hair on our bodies."

Lifting his arm, Philip looks at his armpit. "I guess
you're right."

Next thing, Philip catches Aidan looking down at his
own pubes.

"Anything?" Philip asks.

"Nope," Aidan replies. "I guess we have to be older."

With the exploration for body hair out of the way, the
two jump into some clothes.

"I like the stripe on Max's stomach. I hope I have one
when I get to be a teenager," Philip mentions.

"You won't be able to see it much."

"Why not?"

"Because," Aidan theorizes, "you're a blond. You have
to have dark hair like mine to see it."

"My brother Chad is a blond. You can see his hair."

"Up close, sure. But from far away, it looks like
skin," Aidan says.

"Still," Philip insists, "you can see it if the sun is
shining on it. It makes it all shimmery."

"Well my hair is dark, so if I get a stripe down my
belly, you can look at it all you want!"

"Cool! Can I touch it?" Philip asks, energetically.

"Sure," Aidan says.

The two head out to catch some before-dinner Tv.

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"Guess who?"

"Um, Spiderman?" Chad guessed, as Jeremy held his
hands over his eyes, from behind.

"Noooo, it's me!"

Sitting on the top, back of the sofa, the ten year old
falls back, his head landing between Matty's left knee
and Chad's right knee, upsidedown to his dads upright
positions.

"Ready to hit the pizza parlor?" Matty questions his
son.

"Yup and then don't forget we're taking ice cream over
to Phil's and Aidan's?"

"How could we forget with you to remind us?" Chad
tells him.

"Aren't you glad you have me?"

"Yup!" his dads tell him.

Getting up, Chad scoops his arm under Jeremy's right
armpit, Matty under the left, hauling the ten year old
up in the air, landing on his feet. "Going up! Going
down!" Jeremy says to the thrill ride given him.

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"Guess what?"

Before Denis could question Darryl, `what', he gets a
kiss on his lips.

"What?"

"The policeman guarding your door is gone."

"Oh, so you're here to keep track of me? Isn't that
risky?" Denis questions him.

"No. Actually the charges brought against you by Harry
Morse, have been dropped."

"Really? That's great!" Denis says, beaming.

With the upbeat reaction, it causes Darryl to smile
back. "Yeah, it happened about an hour ago. If it
wasn't for Jose it probably would have never come
about."

"Oh, so that's what he meant!"

"Who meant what?" Darryl questions Denis.

"Nothing," Denis says, motioning his hand like
swatting a fly.

For a minute Darryl stared at Denis. Thinking a
connection between Denis and Jose. He forgot about it,
as he looked at Denis, different in appearance as
night and day. "Oh, I got you something." Reaching
outside the door, Darryl bends over, picking something
up.

"Flowers? For me?"

"Not exactly. This time I thought I would try a
plant."

"What's it called?"

"A spider plant. You see, eventually a bunch of vines
start shooting out of it and they get their own little
`spiders' budding out on each stem."

"Interesting," Denis says. "Thanks."

"You're welcome," Darryl says, bending over the bed,
giving him another peck on the lips.

"So, I wonder when I can get out of here?"

"Hey! How's it going, Denis?"

Sitting in a wheel chair, Jose is brought in, Clif at
the helm, guiding him.

Doing a sit up, Denis questions, "What the hell
happened to you, Jose?"

"Fell down the stairs," the seventeen year old
replies.

"He didn't fall down the stairs," Clif corrects him.
"He was.... mugged!"

"Mugged? Like where?"

On orders from Darryl the two had trouble fabricating
the real facts, so they said their goodbyes.

"I know they weren't telling the truth," Denis
seriously confronts Darryl.

"Yeah. They don't make good liars, do they?" Darryl
replies.

"So what really happened?"

"Apparently Jose went into the supply closet to fetch
some rolls of toilet paper. He claims Harry Morse
tried to rape him."

"What tha?" Denis says for the second time, sitting up
from a reclining stage.

"Yeah. Jose comes stumbling out of the supply closet,
stripped to the buff, bruised and bloody. Harry had
ointment all over his hands. Seems it matched with the
same oily residue on Jose's ass."

"That's terrible! Why didn't Jose tell the truth?"

"Because I asked them not to."

"Why?"

"Because I didn't want to upset you, Denis."

"I think I could have handled it. I `am', aren't I?"

"Yeah babe, you are," Darryl says, placing a hand on
Denis' forearm, rubbing it.

"I like that."

"What?" Darryl asks.

"The way you called me `babe'. It makes me feel like
we've got something more going, besides being
friends."

Recalling last night, Darryl remains silent.

"What's the matter?" Denis asks.

"Denis, Julian spent the night at my house last
night."

"Oh," Denis replied, hardly forcing the word out.
After a pause, he asked, "Did you guys like sleep in
the same bed?"

"Yeah, we did," Darryl says, being honest.

"Oh...." Denis replies weakly, lying down on the bed.
"I suppose you didn't have any clothes on?"

"It didn't start out that way, but we were drinking,
then one thing led to another. Neither of us could
stop after our shirts came off."

"Oh.... so I guess we're finished before we've even
gotten started, huh?"

"Denis, I'm not in love with Julian."

"Then," feeling like the used victim,  Denis inquires,
"who do you love?"

"Not myself, for sure. When I woke up this morning,
finding the other side of the bed empty, I hated
myself for giving in to my own desires."

Denis had the look of wanting to know more.

"We only did oral last night. I was hurting, feeling
sorry for myself, so I lay in bed while Julian licked
and sucked me."

"Let me guess," Denis confides, his hand taking
Darryl's, "you were hurting because of me?"

Taking a seat, parking his butt on two inches of the
ledge of the bed, Darryl tells him, "It's nothing you
did. But while I'm on the subject of confessions, I
have another one to make."

"Oh?"

"On the night they brought you and Mark in, they gave
you something to make you sleep. I probably shouldn't
have done it, but I kissed you. The point I want to
make is I felt something for you. It might have taken
us longer to get to where we are, if you hadn't hugged
me..."

"I don't think I meant it to be romantic," Denis
suggests.

"I know you didn't. You had just been through a
harrowing experience, plus worried about your
brother."

Laying back, looking at the ceiling, Denis stares at
the tiles.

"What are you thinking?" Darryl asks, standing at the
side of the bed, stirring Denis back into
conversation, nudging his bicep.

"Y'know, if Mark hadn't come along, I think I might
have actually gone and done away with myself?"

"Are you feeling suicidal now, Denis?"

Instead of a direct answer, Denis sits up, props
himself up, elbow poking into the mattress, as he
reveals, "Darryl, I've been thinking..."

"About?"

"I don't care that you slept with Julian last night."

"You don't?"

"Maybe you needed somebody to lean on, Darryl. I'm
sorry it couldn't be me."

"Does this mean you're forgiving me, just like that?"

Picking the wrinkles out of the sheet, Denis tells
him, "I don't really have anybody to talk with...
`cept you. It's boring around here when you're not
around. Plus... I think I felt something for you. When
I thought about the other night, hugging you, maybe my
subconscious was hoping for more. Anyway, when you
kissed me today, I felt something like maybe wanting
to have you around."

On a lighter note Darryl smiles, saying, "If it comes
with forgiveness, I'll take it!"

"C'mere."

Reaching up, wadding the midchest area of Darryl's
shirt in his fist, Denis gives a pull, Darryl lurching
forwards, their lips matching up.

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"Is he gone yet?"

"Hold on. I'm looking," Clif Luq replied, an eye
peering around the doorframe of room 412. "He's in the
elevator."

"Cool! Let's roll'em!" Jose says, as Clif pushes him
out of the room, down the hall, entering Denis' room.

"Alright if we come in?"

"Sure," Denis agrees, sitting up in bed. "I'm getting
kind of bored, since Darryl left."

"We saw him," Jose says.

Clif adds, "We waited til he got on the elevator,
`cause we weren't sure if he wanted us to see you."

"Why not?"

"Actually," Clif notes, "you don't look as sick as
Darryl made you out to be. At least it doesn't look
like you are."

"I get depressed. It comes and goes," Denis tells
them.

Interrupting them, Jack walks in, carrying a food
tray, saying to Jose, "How's it going, stud?"

Smiling, Jose replies, "It's going."

"All I know is, you better hurry up and get better.
I'm getting tired of doing `your' job!"

Setting up the table over Denis' bed, the twenty-seven
year old nurse takes the top off of the plate.

"Whoooa," Denis exclaims, "it looks like `real' food!"

Jack tells him, "Yeah, well, don't tell anybody. I was
on dinner break, so brought you slab of beef and fries
from the Burger Farm."

"Cool! Thanks. I was getting tired of watered-down
vegetables and the hockey puck they pass off as
salisbury steak!"

"My thoughts, exactly," Clif tells them. "You wouldn't
catch me cooking up something like that!"

"By the way, `Stud', your boyfriend called while you
were in dreamland," Jack directs to Jose.

"How did you know it was my boyfriend?"

"Hey, you're not the only one who keeps tabs on
people," Jack says. "You spent more time with him than
any other patient, when he was here."

"I was trying to help him."

"Um, who's your boyfriend?" Denis asks.

Before Jose can answer, Clif speaks up, joking, "I
thought `I' was your boyfriend!"

"You're too old for me," Jose tells him.

"I'm only three years older. Geesh, it's not like I'm
some old man!" Clif kids.

Playing matchmaker, Jose says, "Jack doesn't have a
boyfriend."

"Jose, I told you I'm still in the closet!" Jack
scolds the seventeen year old.

"Really, Jack? Does it matter? We're all gay here,
dah!" Jose says, a grin on his face.

"I'm not really out either, if it matters," Clif sends
Jack's way, a smile attached.

Jose, knowing a lot about Clif, says, "You're new to
town. You don't know anybody, Clif!"

Taking out a pad, writing something down, Jack tears
it off, stuffing it in Clif's hand as he leaves the
room, saying, "Maybe it's time you got to know
somebody," adding a subtle, "Call me."

Leaving Denis, who has been following the conversation
up until now, says, "I can't believe Jack is gay. He's
so straight-acting."

Clif remarks, gesturing, "I like the beefy build,
too."

Motioning to the crumbled up paper in his hand, Jose
tells him, "Follow up. I bet you in no time Jack will
invite you over to his gym."

"Gym?" Clif questions. "I haven't been inside a gym,
since high school!"

Not to be mean, Denis says, "It shows."

"Really?" Clif says, feeling up the small flat tire of
his midsection.

Jose tells him, "I bet Denis has tigher abs than you
do."

"I do a lot of swimming. I'm on the college swim
team," Denis clues them in.

"At WRCC?"

Denis nods his head, `yes', saying, "Yup."

"Small world. My roommate is on the swim team."

"Who?" Denis asks.

"Troy Kostellic. Know him?"

"Sure do," Denis replies, a smile on his face.

Picking up on the reason instantly, Clif says, "He's
cute isn't he?"

"More than cute. A regular hunk," Denis tells his
opinion. "Too bad he's straight."

"Yes," Clif says, "but even straightboys like to play
around."

"Really?" Denis replies, placing the cover back on the
empty plate Jack had brought in. "Like what?"

"Um, does anybody want to clue me in to whom you're
talking about?" Jose breaks in on the duo.

"Oh, I forgot you were there," Clif says, looking down
at the seventeen year old, in the handicap chair.

"I know you did, but you two go on. Have your little
chat."

Pushing the little table away, from hovering over the
bed, Denis swings his legs over the side, tossing
himself out of bed.

"C'mon. Sit over here," he motions Clif to sit where
Darryl had been sitting. Denis takes the chair next to
him, Jose in front of them. Without further ado, Denis
opens with, "Troy Kostellic is this six foot two,
twenty year old Greek god."

Clif picks up, saying, "Denis tells the truth. Troy is
so tall, he has to have an extra long bed."

"Both of you have seen him in the buff I suppose, so
what's he like?" Jose probes.

Denis, more forward than Clif, boldly heralds, "You
should see him in the shower."

"I did peek sometimes," Clif interjected, blushing
right afterwards.

"Clif'll tell you then," Denis gets to the meaty
details, "he's gotta be ten inches, easy."

"And not skinny, either," Clif says.

"A damn beer can!" Denis dramatically describes,
holding two rounded, connecting hands in front of his
pubes.

But then Clif veers off, saying, "I know. I have had a
chance to hold it."

"Oh really?" Denis questions. "Then maybe Troy isn't
so straight after all?"

"He claims he is straight, but..."

"Don't leave us hanging, Clif! Spit it out!" Jose
exclaims.

"There is not much to tell. I'm out to a few guys.
Troy knows I am gay so he asked me if I would like to
suck his cock. I told him I would, but I could not get
my mouth open wide enough."

"Holy cow!" Jose gasps, "He's `that' big?"

"Like Denis says," Clif tells the teen, "fat like a
beer can." His hands mimic Denis' description.

"So, how many times have you been to bed with him?"
Jose asks, chilling out in his wheeled chair, his left
hand naively placed in his lap, his middle finger
coursing over the clothed tip of his spiking cock.

Needing all the upbeat humor he can muster up, Denis
steals glances at the seventeen year old Latino's
pubes, thinking if Jose is trying to be casual about
the appearance of his hand-to-cock, he's doing a poor
job of concealing it.

"I wouldn't call it `in bed' and it's only happened
like two times, so I'm not sure it would be termed
`gay sex'," Clif reports back to them, not totally
blind to the fact of Denis' eyes giving him his full
attention.

Suddenly, Jose's hand freezes, moves from between his
legs, to his thigh, as he utters a simple, "What?"

Denis and Clif look to each other, then to the
expression on Jose's face, a question, then peer down
to the answer for their look of knowing.

"Oh that," Jose says, both hands on his thighs, as if
to pull them slightly apart, highlighting the erection
in his pants.

"It's okay," Clif tells him. "Same thing happens when
I tell Troy about my teenage boyfriend. My words, `to
describe', makes his crotch `grow'."

"Oh? How's that go?" Denis probes, as he tries to keep
his own hands pivoted atop his thighs.

Clif reveals, "Why, I didn't even need to touch him.
No, the story I told him about my first boyfriend,
makes him hard."

Sitting there, Denis on Clif's right, Jose in front of
the two, the two teens experience a growth in their
crotches, too obvious to hide, as the twenty year old
tells his tale of first love and it's effect on Troy.

"There Troy reclines on his bed, his hand down the
front of his pants, as I tell him about my first love,
Curt," Clif's eyes beam, recalling his sixteenth year
of life. "We first meet after school, at my house. My
parents, they are not home. Curt and I go up to my
room. It is not the first time we see each other
naked. We have the same gym class. It's where we
locked eyes." As Clif bared all, his story seemed to
dive back in time. "We are in shower. Other guys have
left. We both pretend we are not looking at each
other. Being finished, I turn off my shower. As I
leave showerroom, Curt tells me I still have soap on
me. I ask `where?', because I examine myself and
cannot see. He says my armpit. Sure enough, I feel
under my right arm and the pocket of my arm is still
slimy. I go back to turn on shower. Guess what? No hot
water. I say something like `This is totally
freezing!' and jump out from under it. At first I hear
Curt giggle, then see him standing there, he starts to
laugh his ass off. I walk over to him, a little
pissed. I push him out from under his shower and stand
there. Then he does something to totally freak me out.
Instead of returning the hateful deed, he steps into
the shower. First thing I feel, under the trickling
water is his chesting touch me. Then, right on down my
bod, I feel his wet skin next to mine. I am surprised
when he say to me, `I wait til we get alone.' It was
my turn to laugh, as I tell him I feel same thing,
about waiting for all the other guys to leave."

With Clif's totally hot, steamy story, igniting their
wicks, Denis' hand plays under the apron of his
hospital robe, as Jose seemingly fails at hiding the
same reaction.

Not oblivious to the effect he's having on the two
teens, Clif says, "See? Same thing happen to Troy. I
tell him story and he starts to get erection, like
you! Only thing is, he is too big to keep himself
contained in his pants. We are both alone, in the room
we share, so Troy unbuckles his belt, unzips, grabs
hold of his briefs and lifts them over his big cock."

A bit naive, Jose exclaims, "I've never seen a cook
that big!"

"It's big when it's not hard!" Denis tells the
seventeen year old. "Us other guys can get away
without wearing a jock under our speedos, but hell,
Troy's big even when he's not hard. What I've heard is
that on the first day of training, Troy tried to
follow the rest, not wearing a jock and his soft cock
fell right out of his speedo. Like totally
embarrassed, was he, when he mounted the diving board
and started jumping. His beercan fell right out the
leg of his speedo."

"What did he do?" Jose asks, as Clif, hand under his
own hospital garment, questions with his looks.

"As the guys say, he dove in, but wasn't in any hurry
to get out of the water. `Must've happened before
though," Denis clues them in.

"Why?" Clif asks.

"The guys say coach came over to where Troy was in the
water, telling him he better get himself a jock. When
Troy tells him he's so embarrassed, Coach Hollister
tells him, `Don't be. It's not like you're the first
one this has ever happened to!'."

By now, Jose and Denis already have the gist of Clif's
story down pat. It's Denis whom suggests to Jose, "You
don't look like you have anything to be ashamed of,
either," he nods.

Smiling, Jose says, "I know. I get teased about it
everytime I take a shower in gym class. Once I heard
one of the guys say, `the goodie-two-shoes reigns!'"

Boldly, Denis asks Jose, "Well, how long are you going
to keep us in suspense?"

"What? Show you my cock? I can't do that here," the
seventeen year old tells them, his hand suddenly at an
inert stage.

"Wow," Denis says, as he sees Clif get up.

As the twenty year old heads for the door, his
hospital gown shows what he's been hiding, the heavy
piece of stiff meat, in a downward arc, it's tip
tenting the fabric. "There," he says, engaging the
lock.

"You must be really hung!" Denis tells Clif, as he
walks back to his chair.

Slinging his head over his shoulder, Jose tries to see
what Denis is talking about.

"So?" Clif says to Jose. "The door is locked."

"I dunno," Jose says squeamishly. "I've never
`revealed' myself to anybody in public!"

"I don't see what the big deal is," Clif offers,
flinging the flap of his hospital skirt up.

"Oh wow! Are you hot!" Denis says, his hand becoming
more active, at seeing the two `tennis balls' hanging
down to either side of Clif's 9.5c.

"And you?" Clif says, grinning, as he tugs at the
cloth covering up Denis. Fully uncovering it, Clif
smiles, telling him, "Hmm, not bad for a senior in
high school!"

"You think?" Denis questions him, as he allows Clif to
draw back the flap of the gown.

"Do you mind?" Clif openly asks. Not waiting for a
reply from Denis, his free hand replaces Denis' hand,
folding it over the blonds 8c.

"Ohhhhhhhhh," Denis sighs, bracing himself in his
chair, throwing his head back, as Clif begins
massaging him.

Not wanting to be left out, Jose shouts out, "Hey,
what about me?" With two down and one to go, Jose
sweeps aside the gown.

"Nice," Denis tells the teen.

"Thanks," Jose says, adding, "but I don't think I'm
any bigger than you Denis."

"Only one way to find out!" Clif tells them.

"What tha?" Denis exclaims, as Clif motions for Jose
to stand up. "C'mon Denis. Aren't you curious as
well?"

"Sure," Denis says, as Clif puts the thought into his
head.

As if a referee, Clif coaches the two teens, having
them pace forwards, linking up their pubes, the
Frenchman's hand joining the two teen barrels, Jose's
tip to the base of Denis' hard shaft and vice versa,
as he remarks, "Yes, I think so."

"What?" Jose and Denis say almost simultaneously,
looking down between themselves.

"You are both the same size."

With all intentions of flopping down into their
chairs, they were forced to hesitate, as Clif kept
their pubes linked up. "I never try this, but would
like to," Clif suggests, looking up to the two, as he
falls to his knees.

"Try what?" Denis asks.

Before either teen could register, Clif had leaned in,
his tongue extended, licking over both 8c's.

"Oh shit!" Denis called out, as he gazed down, at the
short-haired, spiked blond head, moving to the rhythm
of his tongue.

On the other hand, Jose didn't say a thing for the
longest time, til it registered with the seventeen
year old, a wet mouth was the reason his cock was
sending hot shockwaves out throughtout his bod.
Finally, he came to his senses, saying, "I don't know
if Mark is gonna like this!"

"Mark?" Denis said, with the only guy named `Mark' on
his mind he could think of.

While Clif's tongue traveled randomly between cocks,
the two above carried on their conversation.

"Yeah,  Mark-your-brother," Jose finally proclaimed.

"Did he...." Denis insinuated the special bonding of
the two brothers, but hesitated on account of Clif
lurking between them.

"Don't worry," Jose says to Denis, with a confident
smile, "your secret is safe with me."

"So Mark told you and you're okay with it?"

"I'm fine with it. Like I say, nobody has to know
about it but Mark, me and you."

Denis smiled a grin of thankful satistfactions,
adding, "I can't believe you and Mark hit it off."

"Well, what do you think?"

Probably the reason they could carry on a conversation
and be distracted from the wet tongue, is Clif's face,
peering up the alley of the two teen bods.

"It was good," Jose says, "but I feel funny having you
do it and having a boyfriend."

"Yeah, me too," Denis tells him. "I bet you're an
awesome cocksucker."

"Oh well," Clif says, as the two sit, letting the
aprons of their hospital gowns flop down over their
shrinking erections.

Advising Clif, still on his knees, Jose tells him, "I
bet Jack will like you."

With a giggle, Denis addresses them, "What? Like Clif
or his cocksucking?"

"Both and more," Jose tells the two.

"And more?" Clif asks inquisitively.

Denis is all ears too, as Jose responds, "Well sure.
Jack and I are co-workers. He's messed around with
guys."

"Messed around with guys?" Clif asks.

"Well sure. Jack is like twenty-seven years old. He's
lots older than me. He's more experienced," Jose
rattles on. "He knows a lot so he's told me lots about
gay stuff I didn't know about."

Clif didn't have to fetch information from Jose, as
Denis inquired, "Like what did he tell you?"

"First he asked me if I was a top or bottom. I told
him top, I thought," Jose says.

"Oh, that's not going to work out with Mark, I can
tell you that for sure," Denis conveys.

"Because he's a top too, right?" Before Denis could
interject food for thought, Jose says, "It's okay.
Mark and I both know, but I told him what Jack said
about it and he pretty much felt satisfied with Jack's
explanation."

"Which would be?" Denis asks, as Clif's chin swings in
his direction, then back to Jose.

"He used himself as an example, more or less. Jack
says sometimes when he sees a guy's bod it turns him
on in a way that drives him wild, like this college
guy one time," Jose stoked their interest. "Meeting
him at a party, Jack asked him, `Wanna do something?'.
I asked Jack how he knew the guy was even gay, but
Jack says he has this built-in thing..."

"Gaydar," Denis butts in.

"Yeah, that's it. Anyway, he found out the guy was
versatile, he could go either way," Jose explained the
terminology, "which was good for Jack, because he said
when they both got naked, Jack wanted to lick this guy
all over, which was cool because the other guy wanted
to fuck Jack's ass. Jack even said the guy `had to
have his ass'."

"I suppose that is alright," Clif said, yet Denis
could sense a let down.

>From experience, though he didn't clue Clif in to
`whom', Denis tells him, "I thought I was top, until I
saw my.... my friend's," he quickly avoided `brother',
"bod and had the desire get oral with him."

Jose and Denis exchanged glances, but Clif stole the
conversation with, "Would not work for me," Clif
stands by his guns. "You would not get me to fuck a
guy. I only like to do oral."

"No problem with Jack," Jose assures him, as if he
knows Jack like a well-read book, "He tells me it's
okay with two guys getting oral on each other."

"Still," Clif wouldn't resign to Jose's idea, "I like
it when Curt lay there and let me lick and suck him
for hours," recalling his teen encounter.

Then, with Clif's involvement in the conversation, it
seemed to carry on between the twenty year old and
Jose. Denis turned his own thoughts to Darryl,
wondering how their relationship would pan out.
Falling into a reverie, relaxing in the chair, Denis
pictured himself reverting to his top role, laying
there, hands behind head, Darryl sweetly tonguing his
body all over. He smiled when the cop got to his
pubes!

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