Date: Mon, 2 Jul 2007 12:50:24 -0700 (PDT)
From: T. Chase McPhee <survivalgame@yahoo.com>
Subject: Natures Trail 08

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" 08
wriTten by T. Chase McPhee

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Monday morning, the sun crept up the wall of
landscape, it's rays peering in through the miniblinds
in Steve's and Barry's bedroom. As usual, Steve was
the first to awake.

"Time to wake up and smell the coffee!" Came his usual
greeting, followed by a quick kiss to Barry's cheek.

Barry, stuffing his head under a pillow, sarcastically
moans, "Has `hell week' started already?"

Steve reaches over and removes his tool of
hibernation, saying, "C'mon now. Somebody's gotta show
some initiative here. Think positive?"

Thinking over days past, Barry fesses up to Steve's
rationale, saying, "There's a job to do, so I suppose
somebody's gotta do it!"

"Thatta boy," Steve says, patting Barry on the
shoulder.

As most mornings went, Steve headed to the jon first,
did his `toilet-thing', but hesitated to turn on the
shower. Instead he deviated from the routine, donned
his bathrobe and left the room.

"Where you going?" His other half asked.

"Be right back."

Upon returning, Barry was already in the shower. Steve
set one of the mugs of coffee down on the jon vanity,
took two sips of the other, set it down, then
proceeded to join his lover.

"Room for me in there?"

Barry moved his wet bod forward, as Steve stepped over
the tub wall. Usually it was the other way around,
Steve handing Barry the bar of soap over his shoulder.
Steve though proceeded in the same manner as Barry had
with him, soaping up the back, running his hand in the
crack, circling his bod with both arms, soaping up
chest, stomach and pubes. They didn't have a lot of
time in the morning to get ready, but they took the
time for one of life's little amenities. Before
washing off all the soapy suds, they hugged, kissing,
sometimes doing the French variety, depending how
involved they wanted to become.

"By the way, did you see how Freddie's eyes were all
over you?"

"Me?" Barry asks.

"Yeah. It was like a bear-to-bear response."

"Oh? How do you know he's hairy like me?"

"Well, he's got a hairy chest at least. I could see
that."

"Checking him out, Steve?"

"His collar was down two buttons. It was tough not to
notice all that dark, curly hair on his chest."

"Attracted to another bear, are we?"

Getting all melancholy, Steve replies, "There's only
one Beary for me."

Their shower love-making continued, until they heard a
little knock on the shower door.

Philip's voice asked, "Dads are you in there?"

Barry stuck his head out, asking a cool, "What's up,
Phil?"

"You didn't come to wake us up, so I came to tell
you."

Without another word, Philip turns and walks out.

Steve questions, "Time to soak some money into alarm
clocks?"

"I don't think I'm that anxious to see them grow up."

"You've got a point there."

As it stood, Philip made it his job to walk around,
wake up Tom and Eric, then head off to Denis' and
Mark's bungalow. At first he knocked softly, but
didn't hear a peep, so shimmied the door open. His
eyes just about popped out of their sockets, when he
saw the two teens in the same bed, Mark spooning
Denis. What made matters more shocking, the sheet had
accumulated at the foot of the bed, lying bunched up
on the floor. Philip could see Mark's pubes almost
molded perfectly with Denis' ass.

"Holy cow!" Philip exclaimed, closing the door, not
worrying if they were awakened. Instead he raced back
to his own room. Waking Aidan, as if disaster had
struck, Philip yelled at him,
"Guess-what-guess-what-guess-what?"

"Whaaat?" Aidan replied, wanting to get more sleep.

"Guess what I seen?"

This time Philip didn't get any signs of waking from
his brother.

"Mark and Denis are laying in the same bed and I think
they were `doing it'!"

"What?" Came Aidan's sudden reply, sitting up in the
bed.

"Yup. There they were... Mark laying, turned on his
side..."

"Wait. Slow down."

Aidan was still in a slow mode, while Philip was
blurting out the facts, all reved up. He stopped to
take some gulps of breath.

"Now, what?" Aidan gave his undivided attention, a bit
keyed up himself.

"In Denis' and Mark's room. I went to wake them up.
Mark's lying on his side with his cock facing Denis'
ass. I betcha they done it!"

"You think?"

Philip shrugged his shoulder, replying, "Yup!"

"This I gotta see!" Aidan said.

Hauling himself out of bed, the two stalkers left
their room and headed for the bungalow more off to
itself. They crept up the three stairsteps leading to
a landing. The door was closed. Aidan reached for the
handle.

"What happens if they're awake?" Aidan asks.

"Tell them dad's not coming to wake them up!"

Liking Philip's answer, Aidan slowly opened the door.
They both got more than an eyeful. Unlike Philip had
found them, Mark was lying on his back, Denis half on
top of him, kissing him.

Both boys, eyes wide as saucers couldn't help but
exclaim, "Holy cow!" in unison.

"Get outta here ya little creeps!" Denis, reaching
down on the floor, pick picking up a sneaker, heaved
them at the two, hitting the back of the door with a
thud.

Running like wildfire, the two hightailed it back to
their bungalow, ran in and slammed the door shut. They
repeated over and over, "Holy cow!"

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"Is it Monday morning already?" Justin asks, just
coming awake.

Sitting in the armchair, donned in a pair of briefs,
Christian finishes pulling on his second sock.

"Only for us guys who've got to work for a living!"

At the same time, Christian rises out of the comfy
chair, walks the three feet to the bed, kneels and
kisses his lover.

"That all I get?" Justin questions him.

"I'll be lucky if I get to Birdy's on time... more
later?"

Backing down, Justin says, "I guess." After a pause he
asks, "I thought Michael said business was slow?"

"Right," Christian says, pulling on a pair of dark
chinos, "but I'm opening today. You know what that
means?"

Justin shook his head, "No. What?"

"He gets to spend half the morning in bed, with
Kevin!"

"Not from what hear. I saw Chad Barr in church
yesterday."

"Oh? How did the grand opening go?"

"He said it's the highest grossing day's sales since
the conversion from Donovon's to Barr's & Bridges."

"Wow! Good for them. So, what does this have to do
with Kevin Spangler?"

"He's their produce manager. Chad said they were
nearly wiped out of product."

"No way."

"Yup, even though the department has nearly doubled in
size, from what I hear, they had plenty of produce on
hand."

"Hmm..." Christian thinks on it, than a big grin fills
his face.

"What's that devilous grin for?"

"I was just thinking. I betcha Michael has been
looking forward to sleeping in, relaxing with Kevin
this morning and now he's a loner, while Kevin's run
off on call."

"Yeah, I know the feeling!" Justin says, as Christian
gives him a sappy look.

Having dressed, from ankle to waist, Christian
approaches the bed for the second time, saying, "I
guess we can't let rumors fly... your man don't treat
you right!"

Even though Christian sported a tent in his pants,
when Justin went to unzip him, he said it would have
to wait for later, after he glanced at the clock.

"If Kevin's not there, then Michael can open."

Feeding his arms into the white shirt, Christian
replies, "It doesn't work that way."

"I know," Justin conceded.

Disarming Christian, he hugged a pillow.

Buttoning up his shirt, then tucking it into his
pants, Christian jokes, "And don't think about wasting
all your sexual energy on that feather pillow!"

He wound up getting the pillow thrown at him, as he
dodged out the door. Coming back to get his shoes, he
bid his lover goodbye, kissing.

%

"Problem guys?" Steve asks, opening the door to
Philip's and Aidan's abode.

The twelve and thirteen year olds look at each other.

"We've gotta get a move on it. Somebody talk?"

"You tell, Ai." Philip says.

"You saw them first," Aidan squacks back.

"Saw who?" Steve asks.

Philip comes through, saying, "Remember when I said to
you, in the jon, you didn't come to wake us up?"

"I remember something said."

"Well, I went to wake up Tom and Eric."

"And?"

"Nothing," Philip says, "they woke up." Continuing,
"Until I went to wake up Denis and Mark."

"And?" Steve questions him again.

"Denis was sleeping with Mark at his back!"

Speeding up the facts, Aidan jumps in with, "And then
we saw them kissing!"

"Wait a minute. I thought Philip went to wake them
up?"

"He did."

Then Aidan and Philip both realize they shouldn't have
done such a decent recall of followup.

"So, where do you come in?" Steve points to Aidan.

"Y'see," Philip says, "Aidan didn't believe me, so he
had to come see for himself."

"Really? Do you think spying on your brothers is
right?" Steve tossed out the question to them.

Solemnly both responded, "No." Aidan added, "I guess
not."

Steve left it at that, going to leave the room.

Philip pipes up with, "Is it okay for brothers to kiss
and do other stuff?"

Steve didn't have time for discussion, so said, "Can
we take up this discussion later, boys?"

"Sure, dad," each said.

Going back to his own bedroom, Steve reported, as soon
as his foot was in the door, "Remember the little talk
we were going to have with Denis and Mark, but never
did?"

"Yes. I think we should have it soon. Why?"

"Well, Aidan and Philip took it upon themselves to go
wake them up and guess what they found?"

Barry rolls his eyes, replying, "One bed not slept
in?"

The conversation, saved by the bell, had Steve picking
up the remote phone in their room. Handing the phone
to his partner, he cued him, "It's for you. The
superintendent."

Reaching for the phone out of Steve's hand, he softly
said, "Uh-oh."

However, the bad news didn't reflect on Barry's face.
Instead, he smiled, cheering, a fist in the air,
"Alright!" Waiting a little longer, he said, "Best
news I've heard all day."

"What's up?" Steve asked, after Barry squashed down on
the hangup button.

"Looks like we'll only be holding classes for two days
at WRCC."

"Really? What happened? I thought the disinfecting
company had to come in and deoderize the school?"

"They do, but it's not going to be such a to-do like
we thought." Slapping his hands together, Barry
continues, "Seems like our church youth group, plus
the other volunteers from the fire and police
departments, plus other churches and organisations
that lent a hand, did most of the work for them."

"A thorough bunch of scrubbers, I suppose," Steve
guesses.

"Apparently," Barry affirmed.

"Oh, did you happen to overhear what Mark and Eric
were saying?"

Barry thought a moment, trying to remember something
profound.

Then Steve clued him in, "Oh, but I think they told me
about it, when you were busy talking to Bernice about
the Mustang." Integrating a small amount of laughter,
Steve reported, "They told about each other, Eric
leading the way with Tom's acquiring a new set of
muscles. Then Tom turns tables and says the same about
Eric."

"Hmm... looks like our boys came out with more than a
look at responsibility!"

"Oh much more. I think it was just before you came
back, Eric tattled on Tom, telling about his new
girlfriend."

"So, that's why he was blushing," Barry recalled.

"Right and I'm sorry I didn't mention it to you
sooner. It slipped my mind," Steve apologized.

Shooing it away with his hand, Barry asks, "Well,
what's her name?"

"Penny... Penny Bain."

"Hmm... seems to me I've run across that name before."

Like one of the teens, Steve replies, "No, dah! You
see any number of students during the week, being in
the position you are in."

"True, but it seems like... maybe she was in
`Rectangulaire'?"

"Could be. Do you remember her from the `Madirgal
Dinner'?"

"The only thing I remember from the dinner was that
gorgeous hunk, Barry Manilow!"

"Really now?" Steve stands with both arms crossed
under his pecs.

"Don't get your dander up, Steve. You know where my
loyalty lies!"

Steve changes the subject, "Well, when in doubt, you
know what to do when you need information about a
student?"

Together, they reply, "Agnes!"

Upon leaving the house, the two gathered up the crew,
squishing them into the van, two to a seat way back
and four stuffed into the middle seat, supposedly
seating three.

Denis snidely remarked, "I can't wait til we get our
own car!"

Going right along, Mark mentioned the same thing,
referring to it as `Matty's Mustang'.

Eric, sixteen, broke in with, "Hey, does Aunt Bernice
have any more cars hanging around?"

Steve looks at the driver, saying, "Oh boy," rolling
his eyes, which Barry took notice, as he backed the
van into the empty place of the driveway, then pulled
ahead, leaving Eric in limbo.

%

Stepping from the shower, with toweled waist, Justin
ran for the phone on the night table, immediately
answering, "Hey. What's up Christian?" when he
recognized the voice. He went on further to say, "Not
again... okay.... okay. I just have to slip a tee
shirt and jeans on and I'll be there to bail you out."

Finally, an hour later, Christian showed up at Birdy's
Cafe. As he went to insert the key to the front door,
it swung open. There Michael stood.

"Sorry."

Michael looked beyond the twenty-three year old,
seeing Justin in his car. He waved, commenting, "Don't
tell me. Your `junk' broke down again?"

Busying himself with throwing on a white apron, tying
it behind him, he replied the obvious, "Yeah. Tell ya
Michael, I'm tired of it breaking down, especially
when I'm on a time schedule and have to be someplace."

"Don't I know it!"

"I hope I didn't interrupt anything with you and
Kevin?"

Michael happily reported Kevin was up, showered and
out the door with the roosters, adding, "It's that
damned bread delivery guy who couldn't keep his finger
off the buzzer."

"Ivan?" Christian asked. After Michael nodded yes, he
again apologized.

Chuckling, Michael said, "Oh, I think I gave the kid
an eyeful!"

"Huh?"

"I had just finished up my shower, dove into my pants
and was in the process of feeding my hands into my
white shirt, unlocking the door before I had a chance
to button up."

"Was Ivan obvious?" Christian questioned, an idea in
his mind.

"I pretended I didn't notice, but yeah, he was
checking me out."

"Ivan's like in his early twenties. Do you think he
likes older... I mean middle-aged guys?"

"I don't know, but he kept on holding his clipboard in
front of him, as if hiding `something'," Michael said,
suggestively.

"Hmm..."

"Why? You didn't notice anything about him?"

Christian gave a negative reaction, but as he went
about his business, he thought more and more about it,
his curiosity beaming, wanting to find out for sure
about Ivan Petrov.

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Copyright 2007 T. Chase McPhee
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