Date: Wed, 3 Dec 2008 17:16:43 -0800 (PST)
From: T. Chase McPhee <survivalgame@yahoo.com>
Subject: SEcoND NatURe 04

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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SEcoND NatURe 04
wriTten by T. Chase McPhee

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"Oh how I hate to get up in the morning!" Barry sang as he woke up in a
robust feeling. As he surveyed the bed he could attest to his cheerful
awakening, all falling on the fact he wasn't the sole occupant on the
bed. He smiled, thinking how tired Steve had been, without waking up to his
boisterous morning tune. After reflecting on how much he loved Steve, he
got out of bed and headed for the jon.

"Where's my good morning kiss?" Steve asks to his lover's back, stretching
his arms out eagle-spread.

"Right here," Barry says, pointing to his own kisser, "but right now I have
more urgent matters to attend to!" Moments later as he directs his cock
towards the toilet, he feels a wet kiss on his neck. "You're going to make
me miss!"

"Having my arms around you is well worth having to clean it up!" Steve
says.

Barry was right on target and even left some in his bladder, wanting to
embrace his lover.

"Nice massage I got last night," Steve says after they kiss.

"Don't get used to it, Steve. After your foot is all better I'm expecting
the favor returned ten times fold."

The two once again revisted `heaven', showering together, shaving together,
Steve noticing, "Do I see a little catepillar coming in above your lip?"

"Yeah. Like it? I started growing the stache with being bored every night."

"I don't know," Steve said of the hairy growth under Barry's nose, feeling
it up with his finger.

"Pretend you like it Steve!"

>From outside their door they heard Max shouting, "Breakfast `was' five
minutes ago!"

All the way down the three steps and the long walk to the kitchen, Barry
was more of a nervous wreck than Steve, being his ankle was still on light
duty. It seems with every `owch' of pain Barry winced more than... "Careful
there, Steve," he reached out for his honey's arm.

"I'm okay... but thanks Beary," Steve chuckled.

Before they arrived at the kitchen, Barry reminds, "Oh you will be doing
just that Steve, `thanking me' profusely, so you better save up plenty of
energy!"

Like the first party, last night, it seemed to have an aura of a hangover,
all of the Clark-Barr kids, the ones who hadn't started out for their jobs,
began fussing over their `invalid-dad' right away.

"You sit right here," Philip said, firming up a cushion placed on the chair
for the `honored one'.

"Why thank you Philip." Then as Aidan served up a cup of java, "Why thanks
there, Aidan." Tom, only teen left at home joined with Max to present a
fitting breakfast plate in front of the guest of honor.

"Hmm," Barry decided, "'think I'll go get myself laid up for three weeks,
then maybe I'll get some high-treatment service around here!"

"Here ya go dad," Aidan smiled, setting a cup of coffee down in front of
him.

"Breakfast is coming right up," Philip yells from the stove, then asks Max,
"It `is' coming right up, isn't it?"

"Why don't you go get started on your cereal. Chad will be stopping by
soon," Max says.

"Bike club?" Steve asks.

"Didn't dad tell you?" Aidan asks dad-Steve, but looks to dad-Barry.

He wasn't sure if that was the case, but played it cool, "I think he
mentioned something."

In case `he' forgot, Barry takes the helm, "Seems Sal Barberio started up a
bike business for himself. This guy comes out of nowhere, he hires him and
before anybody realizes it, Sal's got himself a manager of the bike
department at the hardware store.

"Yeah," Philip educates his dad, "Chris-Gates knows a lot about bikes."

"Put together a whole flock of bikes for Tony's swim team at the college,"
Aidan adds.

"Is that so?" Steve puts it, meant to stir the kids into volunteering more
info.

It works, Aidan saying, "Chris-Gates even knows how to put together `brand
new' kid's bikes!"

After a gap of silence follows Aidan's hint, Barry brings up, "For now you
boys will have to make do with Matty's old bikes."

Sadly Philip says, "Most of the other kids are getting new bikes."

"Yeah," Aidan agrees. "Our bikes are decrepped."

Steve looks to Barry for translation, which he utters, "Decrepit?"

"Oh yeah." Then like one of his students, Steve renders, "Dah! I knew
that!"

But the vocab lesson was sidetracked when a beeping horning drew attention
to Chad stopping by.

"There's your rides," Max informed the boys.

Steve jokingly replied, "I can't believe my own son doesn't want to stop in
and say hello!"

But Max was quick on the draw to say, "He was just here last night,
Steve. Besides, Chad and Matty are coming over for dinner on Saturday."

"Cool!" Steve replied.

"Dad," their thirteen year old says as he stuffs his arms into his
lightweight jacket, "you're too `old' to be saying that!"

With a spirit of humor, Steve returns, "I'll remember that next time
Aidan. Next time I'll act my age!" By the time he made it to the door, Chad
had pulled away with the boys. Sideswiping him, Tom was the next in line to
make his exit, the now-famous pink jeep picking him up, a toot from Penny
as the two make their departure. Holding the door for Barry, Steve asks,
"So when are we supposed to be at work today?" He accented the `we' enough
to throw hint.

"You know what the doctor said?"

"I know, but what am I going to do pent up in the house all day?"

Barry answers as he leads Steve to their bungalow, "Stay off your feet and
keep out of trouble will be a good start?"

"I suppose I could float around on a raft in the pool without capsizing."

"The pool's off limits. No getting wet until the nurse stops coming by to
change those dressings."

As they entered their room, Steve replies, "Then I guess the only thing
left to do is get on the computer and surf gay.com!"

Barry replies to that, "Sure. Have a couple of twinks over and surf your
bod!"

"Really?" Steves asks, as jolly as a kid in a candy store.

"I'll leave the answer up to you!"

Oh course Steve had a field day. As Barry putting the final touches on his
wardrobe, attaching cell phone to his belt, dropping a pack of tissues in
his pocket, unbuttoning the second button of his shirt Steve buttoned this
morning for him, Steve made up details of having a couple of boys over,
good looking, hairy like Barry, enormous cocks and balls to match, a bit
kinky, into spanking and some other far-fetched things.

"Hmm," Barry noticed in the door mirror, staring downwards, "just talking
about it is making you hard I see?"

Reaching around, Steve grabbed hold of his lover's own reaction!

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`Wow!" Chad said in amazement as he pulled to the curb outside of the back
entrance to Barberio's Hardware. He had to pull the 4x4 up onto the lawn to
park. He felt a little sorry for Aidan and Philip when unloaded the two
bikes, the two meekly boys walking their bikes into the yard. He's never
known the two to be shy, but today was an exception. It seemed the morning
sun glistened off of the new bikes held by the ten or so boys, a dull
finish keeping the two's bikes more incognito. Matty had dropped Jeremy off
earlier. It didn't help manners much when he approached Aidan and Philip
his new bike bought last week. Chad felt mighty bad for the two when Jeremy
started showing off all the shiny places.

Fortunately Chris Gates came over to where they stood, when he saw Chad. "I
better check those over before we get under way." Then he looked up to Chad
to ask, "How old do you think these bikes are?"

When Chad told the story of Matty being given the old Schwinns over a
period of ten or so years, Chris took it all in. By now Philip and Aidan
had been integrated within the mass of young cyclers. They matched, but
their bikes didn't. Looking over Chris' shoulder, Chad remarks, "Maybe they
should start out fresh?"

"I might have a couple of Treks in their size," Chris mentions the brand
name.

Chad didn't ask how much. Since going into the grocery sales business he's
accumulated a sizeable amount of `spending money'. The thing which bothered
him was the split-second decision of buying the two bikes and what their
dads would have to say about it. But when he saw the jumpstart in Aidan's
and Philip's behavior he suddenly thought he didn't mind taking the
heat. Another thing was the boys' attitudes. Sure, they were getting brand
new, top of the line boy's bicycles, but it didn't blind them enough not to
come over and give Chad a hug. He looked up when he heard a honk and a 4x4
pull into the yard. Out of the driver's seat popped Tony Gagliardi. He
hadn't met Tony before, only heard the kids talk about him. He smiled when
he saw Tony walk over to him, Tony's eyes looking up and down as if
searching for something.

"You look kind of young to be a parent, so you must be here for the bike
ride?" Tony asks.

Chad knows when he's been given a line. "My son is riding with the group."

"And he would be?" Tony gazes at the troops.

"Jeremy. The one on the dark blue bike?" Chad points.

Tony looks up Chad's arm, first seeing the blond, hairy forearm before
focusing on the blue bike. "Oh yeah. I see him. Nice bike."

His dad observes, "I hope Chris knows Jeremy hasn't ridden a bike since he
had a tricycle?"

"As the case with some of the others. That's why I'm here. To help." Then
Tony, giving Chad the once over, "You don't happen to be available do you?"

Chad thought he knew what Tony meant by that, referring to the kids, but
then the other possibility was there. He decided to carry it as a joke,
"Um, no. I have a man waiting for me at home, thanks!"

It's then Tony scrambled with apologies, Chad watching him squirm as he
divulged he meant it in another sense, ending with his friendship with
Chris Gates. He knew of Gerardo and Chris' involvement but for now said and
Chris might have something more going.

"Congratulations. He seems like a nice guy."

After Tony thanked Chad, Chad was on his way out.

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As he finished putting his `school wardrobe' together, a more casual summer
look, Barry stopped tying a shoe to inform Steve, "Oh by the way, Aidan and
Philip got to talking about their birthdays and since they are so close
together they said we could make it `easier on ourselves' and have a
combined celebration."

"How considerate of them," Steve replied as he lay stretched out in the
bed, his robe flopping to the sides, showing everything he owned. His right
hand gently played with his cock.

"And, one night when you weren't around they were talking about family,
Philip saying he didn't think we had any. We don't, other than the inlaws,
which I don't think we'll ever see again in this lifetime," Barry tells.

Steve interjects, "Did Aidan bring up the Danish branch of the family?"

"The Olufsens?" Barry responds.

"That's them," Steve confirms, on a skeptical note.

"Maybe you should fill me in on what happened?"

Good thing Barry made his own hours in the summertime, Steve telling a
lollapalooza of a story, of his no good step-sister marrying a guy for his
money, doing drugs as well as men and other things which only served to
tarnish her reputation.

"Damn! How could the guy stand for it?"

Steve says, "He didn't. When he got married there was a pre-nuptial
agreement. She wouldn't have stood to get more than a few thousand out of
Erik."

"So why didn't he..."

"Shhhh," Steve said, putting his index finger to Barry's lips. He also felt
a tinge of gut pain, so relaxed in the bed. Continuing from the reclining
position, "Erik had been planning it for awhile and his lawyers had put
together a package. That's when.... well you know the rest."

I didn't go unnoticed, Steve's bathrobe flopped open, his hand wandering.

Changing subjects, Barry tells him, "If you keep playing with that thing
I'm going to have to change my pants!"

"Cool," Steve said, followed by a grin. "Does that mean you're going to
give me another blow job?"

"If you're feeling good enough to go to work, you're good to go working
`me' over tonight!"

"Ohhhhh," Steve's hand drops off his cock, to the mattress, "I think I'm
having a relapse!"

As Barry stands, he says, "Then you better get on the computer... I've got
to get to work!"

"Cool!" Steve replied, holding his cock up straight.

So there Steve lay, his hand still playing with himself, but with no
enthusiasm or will to make it other than a little stiff. Everytime Steve
let go of his normally 8.5c it would fall down over his balls. He tried
holding the soft barrel, stroking it up and down, then let go.

"Having fun?"

"Oh Max!" Steve said out loud, fumbling as he covered himself with the
robe.

Max smiled as he waited, then asks, "I'm on my way out to the market. Then
I've got a few errands to run. You're welcome to come?"

"Nah," Steve replies. "I'd only slow you down. Besides, the visiting nurse
is supposed to be dropping by later this morning to check my bandages."

"Suit yourself. If you need anything more than a drink of water or a snack,
feel free to give me a call."

"Under the heading of water, does that mean letting it out as well?" Steve
made reference to the sport of `water', not the water skiing kind.

"I'm not into that kinky stuff like you and Barry are," Max said before he
said his goodbye.

It then got Steve to thinking if maybe Max had heard Barry giving him a few
whacks on the ass with the belt. None of the kids were home at the time, so
it couldn't be them tattling. Of course it could be strictly coincidence,
so that's what Steve believed.

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"Now calm down Sal, calm down," Bernardo said to his partner in life and
business, two hands placed around his waist, cuddling his bear belly.

"I can't believe it!" Sal shouted out the back door, Bernardo's arms caging
him in. "That dam kid would take over my business if I let him! And
now... Now look at him! If that's not enough he's... he's like that damned
piper, stealing off with the kids but all the store help as well?"

Maybe Sal had lost his cool, but Bernardo was keeping his, playing up to
Sal's agitated nerves. Soothing the angry bear, he leaned in, his chest
rubbing against Sal's back, the zipper part of his jeans against Sal's
butt. Same time, his bearded face rubbed against Sal's cheek. Not getting
the hint by now, Bernardo resorted to more extreme measures. As Sal's words
ran out of his mouth, Bernardo's hand ran down the side of his bod. Finding
the under flap of Sal's `Barberio's Hardware' polo shirt, he tucked his
fingers underneath.

"What the hell you doing, Bernardo?"

Bernardo finally grabbed Sal's attention as he snuck up under the shirt,
calloused hands running the length of Sal's hairy stomach. "Calming my
cub?" he said to Sal even though his partner was thirty-four and himself
two years younger.

"Are you even listening to me Bernardo?"

Smiling as Sal twirled around in his arms, "Somewhat."

"Do you even care what happens to the business?" Sal tried making it a dire
need to have employees floating about instead of off on some jaunt with
half the kids in town.

"I care about you. You do the math," Bernardo replied.

Sal translated it with more than math skills as Bernardo lifted his shirt
and attacked, raped his bear-nips, one hand pulverizing, his mouth
teething. It suddenly drew all the animosity out of Sal. When the little
door bell sounded, he screamed, "Owwwwch!"

"That's what you get for moving!" Bernardo replied, seeing Sal standing two
feet away looking at the left side of his matted pec.

"This is gonna be all swollen," he complained.

Bernardo came back with, "If you're a good cub I'll make the other one
match tonight!"

When someone stepped into the aisle, way near the front of the store, Sal
quickly covered his full frontal rug. Bernardo hustled to greet the
customer. Sal promised himself he would be giving Chris Gates a `talkin'
to', when he got back from cycling.

%

"Something's bothering you, isn't it Richard?"

"I couldn't sleep all night," Richard replied, looking at Eric Danziger,
his attorney, as he lay there in the bed, scooping Alac up in his arms.

"I thought you were tense last night. At first I thought you would join in,
but then... I guess it has something to do with Aldo," Eric summised.

"Yes and no. I.... it doesn't matter I suppose."

Eric smiled. He wasn't sure if Richard stole a glance of the front of
Alac's bod or it a nervous reaction. Something definitely was bothering
Richard and Eric `would' find out.

It didn't take much, as Richard confesses, "I don't know where to start."

"How about the beginning."

"The `beginning' beginning?"

"Well," Eric led the witness on, "wherever the part comes in where it
relates to how you are feeling."

Eric wasn't sure he knew what he said, but it didn't stop Richard from
detailing, "My last night in Italy, the last night Aldo and I spent time
together, we talked about him coming to America to live, putting all behind
him which would keep us from being together."

They were sure Alac was going to wake up, with a yawn, his arm stretching
over Eric, but instead Eric moved and let Alac fall on his back to the
bed. Literally hopping over Alac as he turned, Eric lay down on his
side. Just like with Alac, except he wasn't conformed to Alac's bod, he lay
there. Again he gave little smile when he saw Richard's eyes glance towards
the bottom of the bed. "Okay. So it was the last night you two were
together, and?"

"I got a little edgy when he started to grind out the old excuse of his
family, but when mentioning the `other' reason, which I later took as the
primary reason, I thought it selfish, Eric."

Eric thought on it. Things weren't jiving. "I think I missed something
here."

"Oh... well, the only reason Aldo couldn't leave his family was `money'."

"Oh," Eric replied, "the root of all evil." Because Richard freely shared
himself last night at the prelude to bedtime, Eric thought nothing of
placing his hand on Richard's torso and rubbing it upwards towards his
side, then back down over his thigh.

"After I left it seemed like our relationship was strained. I said some
things which were not very nice. I accused Aldo of being selfish and then
when I drew my ace, Griffin, he as much as said he didn't want a kid
dragging down our relationship."

"I would have kneed the bastard in the balls!" Eric said, off the record.

"I was too angry to do or say anything. That night, our farewell night I
didn't even sleep with Aldo. Believe it or not, I slept with Griffin. For
whatever reason, I finally discovered the only thing mattering to me in
life was my son. Was `I' being selfish Eric?"

Then, from behind Eric's back they hear, "Davide is more important than
Eric!"

It was Alac, awake for a few minutes, taking in what Richard was
saying. Being a single parent, Alac knew what was important to him.

Scooting over in Richard's direction, Eric made leeway for himself to lay
down on his back, opening up the discussion for Alac.

Then to the two sets of ears, Richard tells, "I... I told Aldo not to
come."

"Not to come?" Alac says, asking, "but I thought you wanted him to come?"

"I did, but as I thought about it we would never have been happy. Now
Griffin was the obstacle in this relationship. I... I told Aldo he wasn't
welcome to visit."

"But he came anyway," Eric said, probing for a reason on Aldo's part.

"Yes. I don't understand the whole gist of it, but something to the affect,
he was securing some of the money from his family and we could live
comfortably for the rest of our lives, but...."

Alac is bold to say, "Griffin."

"Exactly," Richard utters again, the other two knowing. "I know
Aldo... knew... I knew him, but for not such a long time. If anything ever
happened to Griffin, I...."

"Was Aldo vulnerable to dangerous actions when angry?" Alac asked, not sure
if all the words were in the proper place or meaningful the way he put them
together.

Now the three lay naked, back to the mattress after Eric's hand slided
across Richard's bod, dragged across the area where treasure trail meets
pubes, falling to his own bod as Richard tumbles to his back.

There were some things Richard hadn't said last night or even in counsel
with Eric. Now it didn't seem to matter, so he told, "One time Aldo did get
angry. It was about something inconsequential... I've even forgotten what
it is, but there's one thing I've never forgotten," Richard pauses, sits
back up on his side and confesses, "he lashed out at me. I tried to stop
him, but already he had got in a gut-punch and a punch to the jaw. Luckily
I fell back into a chair. I was stunned, but comprehended his next
attack. I'm not a violent man, but know a kick to the groin can stall a
man's actions."

"I would say so," Eric replied, holding his own nuts. Even though Richard
was being serious, Eric had to smile as Alac held the same pose as if
protecting his own privates.

With Eric's eyes roaming, Alac picked up speed, "Maybe he could be like
that to Griffin, no?" Lying on his side, to face Richard, Alac's hardware
flopped over his thigh.

"That's what I was thinking. That's also when he said something about not
wanting any children in the relationship. What really bothers me though is
how he came across to Griffin. He treated him as if he were his endearing
brother, then to... I don't know," Richard said in exasperation.

"Sounds like a Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde," Eric referenced.

Alac brings up, "So what are you going to do now?"

"Now?" Richard questions himself. "I'm going to go home and carry on life
the way it's been going along. Griffin has developed some solid
friendships... those Clark-Barr children are very nice and their friends."

Alac pipes up, "Davide thinks so too. He has told me about Griffin. He is
very good with manners, which shows a lot about you, Richard."

It made Richard smile. It also instilled a sense in him which gave him more
insight to what life meant right now.

"If I were you," Eric put it to him, "I would think of the past as the past
and start out anew."

"I agree with Eric and if you like you and Griffin can come and live with
Eric and I."

This was something new to Eric. Sure, he had asked and hoped Alac would
accept his invitation for Davide and himself to move in with him, but he
hadn't planned on two boys running around the apartment.

Then Alac realizes what he's offered, turning to Eric, "It is okay, right?"

"Sure. Like I've told you Alac," Eric stretches his arm out, behind Alac's
neck, "I love kids and hoped someday of raising a family."

At that moment something struck the right chord in Richard's
psyche. Looking upon Eric he saw in him what he never noticed before, not
the sixpack, but the face of a `father'. Having it out in the open, Richard
felt something more. Disregarding Alac, Richard fell over and placed his
lips on Eric's lips. Halfway through the kiss he breaks off the kiss, looks
up and says to Alac, "Oops! Sorry."

But no one is more surprised than Richard or Eric when Alac presses up from
the bed, pushes Richard down on the bed and with his bod over Eric's bod,
makes love to Richard's lips.

"I feel like a sub sandwich!" Eric comments. With Alac and his pubes making
their own morse code of love, Eric takes the liberty of leaning forwards,
kissing Alac's bod. From there on their morning was consumed by
threeway-lovemaking.

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Copyright 2008 T. Chase McPhee

This story may not be sold, nor made part of any collection, without prior
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