Date: Mon, 4 Jun 2007 11:40:34 -0700 (PDT)
From: T. Chase McPhee <survivalgame@yahoo.com>
Subject: Natures Trail 05

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" 05
wriTten by T. Chase McPhee

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Sunday arrived and the neighborhood stirred to life,
as the sun rose over the town. Somehow, during the
night, Scruffy got out of Philip's and Aidan's room
and had reported, like he had built-in sonar, right to
Max's and Berk's room, behind the kitchen area. Max
awoke to a tongue licking his feet, sticking out the
end of the bed.

"Whatha?" He said, with his rude awakening, sitting
up, the covers falling off his upper bod, revealing
his almost smooth chest and half the trail down his
stomach.

At the same time, his partner wakes up, saying, "I'll
take him out."

"Oh no you won't!"

Rising up out of bed, Max puts on briefs, the ones he
hurriedly took off last night, picks up Scruffy and
then heads out of the room.

"Really. I don't mind," Berk tells him.

Max replies, "You're sweet, but that's not the point!"

Falling back down in bed, Berk closes his eyes and
tries to knock off a coupla more cords of wood.

In the meantime, Max is enroute to the youngest family
members' room. Stepping inside Philip's and Aidan's
bungalow, he turns on the light. Both boys come to
life, both yawning, Philip scrunching up his nose, as
if ready to sneeze.

"Okay, who wants to do the honors?"

Aidan has the nerve to say to Max, "Didn't you take
Scruffy out?"

"Responsibility guys. Remember what I was talking
about yesterday?"

"We remember," Philip speaks for both, covering for
his bro.

"Tell you what. I'm going to set Scruffy down here.
You two battle it out which one takes him out and if
he pees on the rug, you two clean it up!" He sets
Scruffy down and then closes their door.

"We better hurry up!" Philip says, jumping out of bed.

"Yeah! He looks like he's ready to pee!" Aidan says,
slipping out from beneath the covers.

With haste, the two youngsters jump into jeans and tee
shirts, stuffing their feet into sneakers, without
worrying about socks. They throw on some jackets. In
the kitchen, Philip picks up the leash, saying "C'mon
Scruffy." Aidan shouts, "Out! Out!"

Back in his room, Max stripped off his day old briefs,
lifted the covers gently and delicately fit himself
back into bed, so as not to disturb Berk. He faced the
edge of the bed. Slowly, he sensed the other side of
the bed moving, figuring Berk was turning over in his
sleep. However, a pair of furry arms enclose over his
biceps, body fur touching his back and a pair of lips
kiss him on the neck.

"It's Sunday. I thought you were sleeping in, Berk?"

"Umm... I am." Instead of turning over, he ran his
hands all over Max's bod.

Slowly Max turns over, facing Berk. "Somehow I doubt
that!" A smile forms on his face.

After a few more kisses, Max drops his head lower,
licking along Berk's neckline, where his chest fur
starts. Right away he takes the hint and falls over on
his back. Picking himself up, Max leans over his
twenty-seven year old lover, his tongue ready for
another hairy encounter. His hand probes Berk's pecs,
uncovering one of his dark nips. He licks over it.
With moans of pleasure, he cups his lips and pulls at
both nip and chest hair.

"Oooooooooooh," Berk moans with ounces of pleasure. In
retribution, he reaches out with both hands take each
of Max's nips, softly mashing them.

Arching his back, Max enjoys the pleasure, his crotch
feeling both of their emotions running wild!

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"Beary, time to wake up and smell the coffee!"

"How come I don't smell any coffee?"

"You probably will soon. Guess what?"

"Your horny?" Barry jokes.

"Not after last night!"

"I give up."

"I heard the back door slam shut. Guess who took
Scruffy out this morning?"

"You mean Max got through to them?" Barry assumes.

"Apparently," Steve replies. "I looked out our window
and saw them both head out the back, Philip with leash
in hand, Aidan carrying a duty bag."

"I wonder what it would take to get them to do their
own laundry?"

"What!" Steve jokes, "And take the priveledge away
from Max?"

"No. I just think that someday, like Denis and Mark,
each of the boys will be headed out on their own."

"Scary thoughts," Steve meant, sentimentally.

"Yeah, I know what you mean, but the truth is, they
may not all pick to go to WRCC. They may need skills
like doing laundry."

"True," Steve agrees. "I guess we should have a talk
with Max."

"I think he does a superb job with the cooking, but
tell him to lay off the housework."

"You're not thinking of cutting his salary?" Steve
says, trying to get a feel on Barry's thinking.

"Why don't we think of it as a raise."

"Raise?"

"Max has been really wonderful in the kitchen, keeping
it cleaned, arranged to his suiting, shopping and
above all else cooking wonderful, nutritious meals."

"Plus, getting the boys to at least try to eat liver
and asparagus?" Steve muses.

Barry giggles, saying, "Plus instill some
responsibility in Philip and Aidan?"

"Plus helping thy neighbor, Freddie Burris?"

"That too. I mean, he's been with us going on two
years. I would think the reduction in his duties would
compensate. What do you think, Steve?"

"I think we're headed in a good direction. Like you
said, the boys should have some type of preparation
before leaving the nest."

"C'mon, we better get ready for church. I can't wait
to see Tom and Eric."

"That's right!" Steve exclaims, upon remembering.
"'Seems like they've been away for two months and not
two weeks!"

"Seems that way. I wonder how they liked their taste
of responsibility?" Steve asks his mate, getting out
of bed.

Following Steve's direction, to the jon, he says,
"Well we didn't get a phone call to come and pick them
up!"

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"Oh, my aching feet," Christian called out, turning
over in bed. His hand felt up the bed. Empty. Next,
forgetting about his feet, he was calling out,
"Justin?" Trying to step on the rug, he plopped his
ass back down, his feet coming back to mind.

"Oh, you're up!" Justin said, drying his hair off with
a towel. He could tell Christian, rubbing his feet,
felt the pangs of their hike yesterday. "It's no
wonder."

"What is?"

"What you were wearing on your feet."

"You're telling me. It's as if somebody took a belt
and beat my soles!" Christian complained.

"Well, if we're going to do anymore hiking, we'll have
to get you some hiking boots. They must have a
selection at uncle's Army & Navy Store."

All the time explaining, Christian is sitting there,
Justin's towel draped over his shoulder, his bare
pubes staring in Christian's face. Once again, the
pain in his feet began to subside. He reached forward.

"We don't have time for that now," Justin imformed
him. "Besides, from the way you went at it last night,
I thought it would have put you off for a day."

"Mmmm...," Christian hummed, holding a pillow as
Justin reached in the drawer for some briefs and a
white tee shirt, "yeah, I'm really enjoying it."

"What?" Justin asks, confused.

"Remember what I talked about, up on the mountain?
About you being on top? Me, the bottom?"

"I remember. So?"

"I'm just saying it was great last night, the
foreplay, kissing, sucking you for the longest time,
before you shoved yourself in me."

After stepping into his briefs, pulling them up,
Justin did stop to reflect on last night's love
making. "Yup, I have to say things fell into place, as
if we planned it and you made me feel really good
there, for quite some time!"

"So, you'd say I'm a good cocksucker?"

Finding it humorous, the toothy grin on Christian's
face and all, Justin changed the direction of the
conversation to, "What I'm saying is you better get
your butt up and into the shower before we're late to
church!"

"Okaaaay," Christian whined, but went straight away to
the jon.

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"Next time it's your turn to hold the bag and I'll
hold the leash," thirteen year old Aidan tells his
brother, holding the yellow grocery bag of dog poop,
dropping it into the trash can, behing the house.

Wrinkling up his nose, Philip lodges a
difficult-to-respond, "Okay."

Entering the back door, Philip lets Scruffy off his
leash. The dog immediately bolts for his dish on the
floor. It's empty.

"I wonder if Max wants us to feed him, too?"

"If we do," Philip says, "we'll have to take him out
again."

Aidan says, not meaning to joke, "Yeah, it's a vicious
cycle."

"What's that?" Philip asks.

"I don't know. I heard it in a movie. I think it has
to do with people with broken bicycles."

"Oh," Philip replies, accepting the definition. "But
he's looking for food."

Then, looking around, Aidan notices something else.
"Hey, why isn't Max out here, cooking up some
breakfast?"

Philip, looking at the coffee carafe, where it's
generally pissing out the liquid, remarks, "I don't
see anything happening here."

"It would be steaming at the top," Aidan replies,
looking in the same direction.

"Hey, I got an idea!" Philip relays to his bro, "Why
don't we make our dads coffee?"

After squatting on the floor, petting Scruffy, Aidan
walks over to the counter, asking, "Do you know how to
make coffee?"

"Sure," Philip guesses. "You fill this cone-shaped
thingy with coffee grinds, load up the back with water
and turn it on. Easy enough, huh?"

"I guess," Aidan replies.

"You look for the coffee and I'll try to find
Scruffy's food."

Scruffy woofs, complaining about the empty dish.

"He must be really hungry," Aidan says.

Going through the lower cabinets, Philip goes on a
hunt for dog food, while Aidan seeks out the can of
coffee grinds.

"Here it is," Philip calls out, looking under the
sink.

"Max is pretty smart, keeping it in an plastic orange
container," Aidan says, reaching, on his tippee toes
to pull down the fat can out of the cabinet.

"Why's that?" Philip questions Aidan.

"In case the sink springs a leak?"

With Scruffy's round dish in hand, Philip scoops out a
bunch of food, asking, "I wonder how much he gets?"

"I'd say a couple of scoops," Aidan replies, as he
tilts the de-lidded can of coffee grinds are cast over
the edge. Since the mouth of the can is wider than the
conical catchall, some grinds spill out onto the
counter. "Oops," he says, but continues. Instead of
taking the carafe out, filling it to the brim with
water, then pouring it into the reservoir, he takes
the hose extension from the sink, stretches it across
to the coffeemaker and starts to fill it. Then,
looking over to Philip, his nose scrunches up, having
remembered his hand, fitted over the yellow bag,
picking up dog remains. "Not that much. Dump a little
out."

Philip allows a few chunks to drop back into the
container. "How's this?"

"Wait a sec," Aidan says, retreiving the sink nozzle.

Giving the `ok' sign to Philip is enough
acknowledgement. Aidan changes the little steel bowl
of water.

"What do you think happened to Max?" Philip asks.

"I dunno. You think they are `doing it'?"

"Nah, Philip replies, "Guys only do it in the
afternoon or night, like our dads."

"I guess Max is sleeping-in," Aidan says, adding, "but
I got an idea."

"Cool!" Philip replies. "What is it?"

"I wonder if Freddie is up?"

After flicking the coffeemaker on, the two exit the
backdoor, inadvertently letting the back screen door
close on it's own. It makes the sound of a shotgun. In
no time, the two are running through the grass, headed
through the back yard, to Diego's and Seth's house, to
test out Aidan's theory. Arriving, they bang on the
back door and wait. Seth is seen through the screen.

"What's up guys?"

"Got anything to eat for two starving boys?" Aidan
asks.

Excitedly, because of the wonderful breakfast Freddie
has prepared, Seth immediately invites them in. "You
should see what Freddie's got cooked up for us!"

Max has already prepared Freddie for what could
possibly happen one day. He's filled Freddie in on
how, nearly two years ago, Diego got tired of waiting
for his dads to get up and make breakfast, so took on
the easy `out', at first tapping on the back screen
door of the Clark-Barr household. Then, becoming so
routine, entering without a whim, coming around mostly
for breakfast, but sometimes other meals. When Seth
was adopted, he already had an `in' for freeloading,
so followed right behind.

"You must be the Clark-Barr children?" Freddie asked.

Seth cuts through the red tape and announces, "This
here is Aidan and Philip, our bestest friends!"

"Nice of you two to join us for breakfast," Freddie
says.

"Thanks," Aidan offered for the two, before even
sitting down.

Philip says, seeing two places already set, "Looks
like you are expecting us."

Little did the boys know, Freddie had the extra places
set for Alonzo and Callan!

After they sat down, Freddie came to the table with a
platter, bacon lined along the edges, scrambled eggs
in the middle. Before he offered, he cleared his
throat. Diego and Seth look at Aidan and Philip.

Rather then Freddie saying it, Diego instructs the
two, "You have to put your napkin in your lap."

Stealing the vanilla-white napkin from under the fork,
they each place it on their laps.

"Thank you," Freddie says, with a jolly giggle. After
dealing out strips of bacon and spoonfuls of scrambled
eggs, he asks, "Orange juice or prune?"

"Prune?" Both Philip and Aidan respond, smooshing up
their noses.

"As I thought," Freddie takes their order.

"Where's Amigo?" Philip asks the whereabouts of their
dog.

"Oh," Diego tells him, "Freddie put him in his room.
He says we have to break him of the habit of feeding
him from the table."

Aidan informs them, "Something Max would scream at us
for!"

Freddie's glad to hear he's not the only one inforcing
good rules. Not being around the younger set, he's
been improvising, hoping Diego and Seth will go along
with the way he likes to run things. So far there
hasn't been any argument to the contrary.

"Phone!" Seth calls out, when he hears it ringing.

Freddie comes out of the kitchen, into the diningroom,
clutching a remote phone, saying, "Yes, they're here."
Cupping his hand over the receiver, Freddie says to
the boys, "It's your dad."

Aidan says, "Tell him we're here!"

Freddie smiles, the obvious seeing Steve has called.
He then responds to Steve's directive, "Oh yes, I'll
send them home in two minutes. They are just finishing
up their breakfasts." As soon as he cuts off the call,
Freddie tells the boys, "Your dad wants you home in
two minutes."

First Philip, then Aidan look around for a clock.

"It's a figure of speech," Freddie tells them.

"What's that?" Seth asks.

"Like an estimate."

Still, the four boys are looking to the twenty-four
year old, beefy cook.

Spelling it right out, he tells them, "I said two
minutes, but what I meant is to finish up quickly and
then hightail it out of here."

"What happens if it takes longer than two minutes?"
Aidan inquires.

"Then you didn't hurry enough and there's a chance
your dads could be angry at that."

"Yikes!" Aidan replies.

Philip says, "We better hurry up and woof this down!"

Not only does Philip and Aidan start shoveling the
eggs in their mouths, but Diego and Seth do the same.
At another time, Freddie will bring up the fact that
`shoveling' is not good manners!

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"Shit! The `rents!"

Kevin jolts awake, at John's exclamation, throwing the
covers off himself.

"Shhh... you'll wake up... oh, he's gone," Kevin says,
looking over at his dorm roomie's empty bed.

Watching the eighteen year old climb over him, Kevin
smiles, remembering last night, as John focuses in on
this morning, sticking his hand in his jeans pocket to
fish out his cellphone.

"First time you didn't show up at home and didn't
call?" Kevin asks, leaning on an elbow, taking in the
contours of John's nude bod, just like when he drew
him on paper last night, then filling in details, like
the smooth chest, adorned by two small peaks, the
stomach indentation, hair and flesh defining his
pubes.

Putting his hand up, like a traffic cop, John signaled
to hold off for a moment, as he began talking.

"Whew! That was a close one," John said, folding his
cellphone in half.

"Why? What happened?"

"The `rents just got up... didn't even know I wasn't
in bed."

"They bust you for it?"

"Not really. Well, alittle. Dad said make sure I call
the next time to tell them I won't be coming home."

Lying in bed, John standing no more than two feet
away, eyed up the bod he sketched last night, thinking
of not only the pencil applied to his sketch pad.

"What?"  John asked.

"I was just thinking," the nineteen year old replied.

"Of?"

After a quick smile, Kevin replies, nodding in the
direction of John's pubes, "Of tasting you last
night."

"Yeah, I meant to ask."

"What?"

John proceeds, "Your mouth kept me entertained for
quite awhile. You do this often?"

Nudging his shoulder forward, Kevin replies, "Done a
coupla guys. High school, a few dudes around here."

First straddling Kevin, to gain access to the bed, he
falls into the mattress, regaining his place between
the nude figure and the wall.

"Well all I can say is, you've got a talented tongue
there."

He really meant it a serious comment, but it struck
Kevin as funny, so he reacted.

"You crack me up, John."

"Oh?"

Kevin switched from lying flat, to his left side,
parking his left elbow in the mattress. His stomach
grazed the side of John's right arm. As he chatted,
his hand rubbed John's stomach, feeling up the little
blond hair, which would someday form a nice trail.

"Seriously, you really enjoyed the blow job I gave
you?"

"Let's just say I've never had a guy take more than
five minutes to get me off."

"I wasn't sure..."

"Of?"

"If you liked a slow build up or..."

"Usually all a guy wants to do is make a quick blowjob
out of it... like he doesn't have any self control...
like all that matters is he takes my creamy load down
his throat."

A slight smile creased Kevin's lips. He could see John
being more serious-minded.

"Or up the ass?"

"Haven't done that yet," John admits. "I'm in no
hurry. I heard a guy say one time he's saving himself
for that one special man. I've adopted it for myself.
Sure, it prolly feels great shoving my cock up a guy's
ass, but I'm holding out."

"Look, I'm sorry I put the pressure on you. I didn't
mean that we should hurry things along or anything."

"And I'm not insinuating, Kevin. I just want to take
it slow."

"Does that mean you want to, um... like develop some
kind of relationship."

"Sure. I'd like to date you, if you can take the
pressure."

"I don't get you," Kevin asked, a question showing on
his face.

"Well," John justifies, "I'm a senior in high school.
You're a college dude and..."

Kevin shucks it off, "Let them talk. See if I care."

To leave an impression, Kevin leans over, pressing on
John's stomach to gain leverage, stretches his neck
and shoulders to reach John's face with his lips.

to be continued...

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Copyright 2007 T. Chase McPhee
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