Date: Sat, 24 Feb 2007 13:34:07 -0800 (PST)
From: T. Chase McPhee <survivalgame@yahoo.com>
Subject: Natures Ways 03

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 Ways" 03
wriTten by T. Chase McPhee

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"Pass it here, Phil!"

"No, to me!"

Trying to override Aidan's order, twelve year old
James Kitchner lost out, but kept in the play of the
famous game, `Keepaway'. It was the Squirts vs. Denis
and Mark and the smaller guys were giving them a `run
for their money', sloshing through the pool water.

"Got it!" Mark cried out, passing it.

"Here, Denis."

Diego managed to intercede. Denis' chest to Diego's
back, he clutched the eleven year old right in his
arms, his palms keeping the ball from being thrown.

"No fair!" Rang out throughout the old barn, converted
into a pool and spa.

At the same time Seth said it, Denis froze, still
holding Diego in his grasp. Then seeing the playing
wind down, let him go. It could have also been the
scent of pizza! At first Diego, having been brought by
Denis, into deeper water, gasped from it being over
his head.

"You okay?"

Denis' mood changed from his attention drawn to the
game, switching to the eleven year old's welfare.

"I'm okay."

"Hasn't anyone taught you how to swim?"

"Nope. Not yet," Diego replied.

For now, playing around in shallow water was okay for
some of the younger boys. As for Denis, while they
made their retreat, Matty bringing on the pizza, Denis
made for Mark.

"Pizza time!" Mark yelled out loud.

Denis heard him, but still coaxed him to a quiet side
of the pool.

"What's up?" Mark guessed something amiss.

"Nothing much."

"Then let's get some pizza before..."

"Hold on a sec."

They both stood on the side of the pool, their towels
dabbing at their teen bods.

"What's up?" Mark reiterated.

"Diego.."

"What about him?"

Not sure where he wanted to head with this, Denis
volleyed between a whim or the fact the boy couldn't
swim.

"This has got to stay between us."

"Oh, then this is serious!"

Mark gave up hope for first dibs at the pizza and sat
down on the end of his lounge chair. Proceeding to do
the same, Denis parked his ass on his lounger.

"I... I'm not sure how to put this. I don't want to
make it sound like I'm a pervert."

"Well," Mark states, "like you, I'm eighteen. I think
I can handle it."

Turning to face Mark, Denis softly says, "When I was
hugging Diego, his back to my front, my cock pressed
up against his ass and...."

"You felt something?"

"Yeah. What do you think?"

Looking up to the top of the barn, eyeing up the
crosspieces, like the hull of a ship, Mark thought.

"Hmm...I won't worry about it."

"But he's eleven years old and I felt my cock
twitching!"

"It's easy to fix. Don't do it again."

"Yeah I know, but I'm still wandering if I'm going to
turn into some perverted sex offender, going after
little boys."

"Do you feel like you want to go after Diego?"

Now Mark stared across the pool, watching the pizza
being devoured by the eleven, twelve and thirteen year
olds.

"No," Denis says after following Mark's stare.

"Are you hard now?"

Mark switched to looking at Denis' crotch. Force of
habit, Denis looked down.

"No."

"Then don't worry about it, unless you've got some
kind of lust where you want to jump Diego and fuck him
or something."

"That's not even funny, Mark!"

"I didn't mean it to be. More graphic here, to prove a
point."

"I don't have any of those kind of sexual feelings for
these of any boys their ages."

"Good. Then you've solved your own problem."

"Problem?"

>From above the two, there stood Matty, inquiring as to
why the two didn't flock towards their favorite food.

"Nothing," Both teens replied.

"You better head over to the pizza before it's all
gone."

"Let's go," Denis slapped Mark's thigh.

Even though he knew he won't get a straight answer,
Matty was left with a puzzled feeling. But for now, he
had Philip, Aidan, Seth, Diego, James, Caleb and his
own, Jeremy, to contend with. One thing Matty smiled
about is, from a distance, watching how well Jeremy
fit in.

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`Crash' came the pile of dishes, an elbow moved in the
wrong direction, due to a lack of steadiness.

"Are you alright, Justin?"

"I...I think."

Michael, hearing the breaking of glass, came running.
"What's the problem back here?"

Going to the sink, Michael wet a cloth and brought it
over towards the pot-washing station. He placed it in
Christian's hand, who proceeded to dab Justin's face.

Asking the problem, Michael already had a theory to
why Justin almost completely fainted. He's seen it
coming for the last week, the way Justin has been
juggling his job here, plus the sales job at his
uncle's store, and his job as choir master and
organist at church. "I think it's time you called it
`quits', Justin, huh?"

"Your firing me?"

"Michael's right," Christian cut in, "you can't keep
on like this. Next thing you know you will be falling
asleep in your classes."

Michael adds, "Or asleep at the wheel, God forbid?"

Knowing them both to be right, Justin concedes.

"I suppose."

Christian helped him to his feet.

"C'mon, if it's alright with Michael, I'll take you
home."

"Kevin can fill in."

Through the swinging kitchen doors, Kevin Spangler
appears, whistling a happy tune, gone flat when he
sees the broken china.  By day, Kevin is the produce
manager for Barrs & Bridges', but by starlight, he has
been moonlighting at Birdy's Cafe, tending bar. "I can
fill in for who?"

Looking towards Christian helping Justin to his feet,
Michael reasons with Kevin, "I'm giving Justin a
`leave of absence' until he can stand on his own feet
again."

"Anything you need, I'm here for ya," Kevin states.

Soon, it's the owner with his lover.

"Here for me in what ways?"

"Hmm," Kevin begins to follow Michael's lead, "in ways
that'll make your head spin."

The two kiss quickly, then break when someone calls
Michael's name, from beyond the kitchen.

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"I was only working there because of you," Justin
says.

"I guessed that a long time ago."

"Why didn't you say anything."

"Look, I know your Uncle Seb wouldn't let anything
keep you from attending college. He has a very good
business in the Army and Navy Store."

"Right," Justin acknowleged.

"And it's not like we're not going to see each other
regularly."

"True."

"Plus, you've already drafted me into your choir."

"Speaking of which, what about Antonio?" Justin
questions, putting the thought to the test.

"He's cute, but..."

"Maybe you're like me."

"How's that?"

"I dunno. I think I prefer to be a `one man man'."

"Yup," Christian says, agreeing.

"But I don't think that's how we left him thinking
this morning."

"Right. I think he thinks we're both madly in love
with him."

"And vice versa," Justin agrees.

"So, what do we do?"

"I think it's better to break it off before it gets
worse."

Christian agrees. Tonight, when Antonio returns to
Uncle Seb's house, they'll discuss the situation with
him.

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"I want you to know I put in a good word for you
today."

Antonio stops sweeping up the floor behind the bakery
counter, attuned to what Andy has just said.

"Thanks. I like the job."

"Not only the job. I think you are a people pleaser,
as well."

"I try."

"It looks as if you do it effortlessly."

"Thanks."

"I've gotta get this deli order in. I just wanted to
let you know I think credit is given, where due."

The twenty-one year old heartily thanks Andy,
profusly.

"I heard what Andy said."

"And you agree with him, Marco?"

Wrapping up a loaf of bread, Marco confronts Antonio.

"I think you're a very nice guy."

"Thanks. You are too."

"Only one problem."

"Oh?"

After smiling, Marco says, "If you keep sweeping the
floor that much, you'll loosen up all the tiles."

Marco bends down, pulling one up.

"I think some moisture must've gotten in here."

"Hmm..."

"You really think it's the sweeping?"

It's more than the cleaning up of the bakery shop
keeping the eighteen year old tuned in.

"Say, how would you like to come over for dinner
tonight, Antonio?"

"Dinner? Tonight? Where?"

"At Chad and Matty's house."

"You're allowed to bring guys home."

"Hee heee.. never tried it before!"

"Then, I dunno...."

"There's always a first time. Besides, you can help
cook."

"How did you know..."

"I heard the way you talk to customers. Remember Mrs.
Bigelow?"

"Oh yes. She bought loaves of rye, wheat and
croutons."

"And you know why?"

"Why?" Antonio asks.

"Your expertise at cooking up the recipe for shrimp
and spinach stew you were telling her about," Marco
replied.

"Oh thaaat!"

Marco smiled, as Antonio replied with a more fem
attitude of retort, shooing the topic away with his
hand.

"Mrs. Bigelow was having a rather large gathering and
needed some ideas."

Smiling, Marco's disposition added to how he was
already feeling towards Antonio. It seems since he
entered the store, he has set this precedent of
friendliness, kindness, all the makings of a charming
man, in Marco's eyes and he wanted to know him more.

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"How was your day?"

"My day was as soggy as they can get, Beary."

>From the second great flood in West Richlan history,
the school kids had a rather large amount of extended
vacation time. But not for the teachers, nor
administrative staff. They reported for cleanup, plus
help out the insurance adjusters. For the ride home,
the two discussed their finds.

"Same with most first floor classrooms. Luckily
Rectangulaire had loaned the Renaissance costumes to
WRCC Actor's Ensemble, escaping damage. However, the
auditorium is one hunk of mud."

"When do they anticipate opening?"

"At our location, no earlier than two months, at
least."

"That's a lot of school to be missed."

"We're not set on having to give up on the education.
There's a possibility some of the high school classes
can be held at WRCC."

"I thought they were strapped for room."

"Ever hear of `Spring Break'?"

"Aha!" Steve yells out. "I forgot about that most
famous time in a college kid's life!"

Barry changes the subject, "I hate to ask what your
`Spring Break' was like?"

"And yours?"

Going first, Barry at first smiled.

"Oh, did we stumble upon a jolly moment?"

"I guess you could say."

"So?"

As Steve turns the corner, he heads up Bridges Lane.

"Not enough time to tell the whole story, but there
was a character by the name of Tim Timberbake..."

"Not Timberlake?"

"Nope. But I tell you Tim could be just as sexy."

"Uh-oh. Was he gay?"

"I wasn't sure at first," Barry led the story on.

"Oh? How did that go?"

"Let's just leave it for now at, Tim being a business
major and he really knew how to market his wares!"

"You?"

"Like I said, we're nearly home."

"Okay, but I want it all before we go to sleep
tonight."

"Oh, I'll give it `all' to you Steve. Don't you worry
`bout a thing!"

It came as comic relief, but still kept Steve on
needles and pins.

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Copyright 2007 T. Chase McPhee
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