Date: Sat, 27 Dec 2008 11:49:34 -0800 (PST)
From: T. Chase McPhee <survivalgame@yahoo.com>
Subject: SEcoND NatURe 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.

%

SEcoND NatURe 05
wriTten by T. Chase McPhee

%

"We're home!" Seth calls out as the cycling troops enter the backyard of
Barberio's Hardware.

For early summer, tail-end of June, the temps had started to climb, unusual
for the beginning of summer vacation for the kids. Not only were Seth and
Aidan, first two back, sweating up a storm, but too their chaperone, Nelson
Corrado.

"I `definitely' need a shower!" Nelson exclaimed, lifting the tail of his
white dress shirt, the only one available, being on duty at the hardware
store. Dropping it to his sticky bod, it looked as disheveled as the rest
of his attire.

"Where is Gates?" It was a secondary thought to Sal of Nelson's tight
fitting dress shirt, the sweat making it cling to his bod like he was hosed
down.

"He'll be coming along," Nelson replied, not sure he was about to get a
tongue-lashing since it looked like his boss was quite angry at Chris.

Unfortunately so, Sal stepped lively over to the back fence, exiting
through the open chainlink fence, standing at the curb and spying up the
road for the first hint of a cyclist. He was forced to mask several
greetings, kids yelling out, "Hi Mr. Barberio!" By the time Chris came
riding up the road, Sal's stare wasn't because he was pissed off. Rather,
his attitude carried along to a happier mode, incited by the kids, when
Chris pedaled up the slight incline, Sal greeted him with, "Looks like your
kid's bike club is a hit!"

"Sure is," Mark Clark-Barr responded in Chris' stead.

Chris was too busy heralding Jeremy for a job well done to pay attention to
accolades, thrown to him by Sal's hefty voice in the wind.

Next, Jose Vega came racing by, "You shoulda been with us, Mr. Barberio!"
He almost took a dive, narrowly missing Griffin, paying more attention to
the boss. "Yiiiiiiiiiiiiikes!" he yelled out, with his last minute
manoevering.

Bringing up the rear, Tony traveled alone. Maybe Sal thought he was paying
attention to him, but instead Tony looked well beyond the big bear
image. Like Jose, he would have deep-sixed the boss if Sal hadn't thrown
himself out of the way. Yet Tony hadn't intended on turning into the yard,
instead following his whim. Sidetracking from the group he followed, his
internal GPS pointed towards the dude with the shades standing next to the
red mustang.

He knew the guy didn't look any older than himself, but found it an `in',
"Your son will be out in a second, um...."

Taking off the sunglasses, the dude, not varying too much from Tony's
nineteen years, gives a hand, "Dylan Sikorski."  Surprised, to say the
least, it must have been Dylan checking Tony out way down the road, his
gaydar, satellite-powered, call it clairvoyance, kicking in. Without his
sunglasses, Dylan could look into those baby-browns, seeking for deeper
contact.

With his cycle still between his legs, Tony let off the brakes as Dylan's
hand reeled him in close enough to smell the sweat wicking off their
bods. It was plain to see each wanted more, lingering hands clasped
unintentionally by this time.

Tony offers, "Tony Gagliardi."

"Anthony?" Dylan responded with. Looking down at his hand, still a
connection with Tony, he says, "Sorry," letting it go.

Wiping aside the apology, Tony replies, "One in the same. Do I know you?"

"Good line," Dylan says with a slight giggle. "I use it sometimes myself on
occasion, but `no'. I was over at WRCC and they told me you might be at the
bike shop.... um, hardware store?"

"Uh, yeah. Chris Gates is the man to see if you're looking for a bike?" Yet
Tony wished it was `he' Dylan was looking for.

"I was really looking for you," then in a more personal, sexy manner,
"which I'm glad I found."

With the sexy inuendos born out of their kiss, Tony replies in a suggestive
manner, "What can I help you with?" he glances down at Dylan's crotch.

For Dylan, head over heels infatuated with this Italian stud, he says, "Got
a place where we can talk bikes?"

"Sure," Tony replies with mixed emotions, wondering if this conversation is
headed from pleasure to business. He suggests, "How about the cafe down the
road?"

"I was thinking something more intimate?"

'Whoppee!' Tony thought to himself. In a second he replies, "Want to follow
me home?"

Placing his sunglasses back on his face, Dylan goes for the handle of the
mustang.

Tony tosses it in his direction, "Let me check out with Chris before we
leave, okay?"

Dylan is so glad he made it behind the wheel of his Taser M-81, his crotch
ready to explode. With haste he unbuttoned his 501's to let his briefs
expand with the added room. He actually sighed, "Ahhhhhhhhh!"

But how embarrassing to not pay attention, Tony doing so for him, peering
into the smoky-glassed window. The electric window dropping, Tony makes
comment, "Couldn't wait til I got you bedded down?"

"No... I... I..."

"Just don't spring a leak before we get there?"

As Tony walked away, it was Dylan following up with a shout, "I make no
promises!"

Little did Dylan know, tending to his own business, of Tony almost ready to
let loose the floodgates himself!

%

"Damn, it's so quiet in here," Steve said to no one as he tapped his
fingers in an unknown pattern on the kitchen table. Getting fidgety, a lamp
went on his head. Straightaway he headed for the den. From the start, after
Barry and his kids moved in, the dads established an adult, a
kids-hands-off computer, and establishing a kid's computer for the under
twenty crowd, which from time to time could be monitored by adult
hands. Sitting down, Steve made like a concert pianist and turned his
praying hands inside out before going to work, typing in his password. With
two fingers he entered, in caps, B-E-A-R-Y, then slapped his fingertip into
the enter button. "Mmmmm," he said to himself, seeing his personalized
desktop view, a snap of him and his `Beary', in only swimsuits, Barry's
bear-bod all wet, the hair all melded together from a dip in the
pool. Remembering words from this morning, the go ahead to surf gay.com,
Steve typed in his user
 name, `BearysBoy', a password not too dissimilar, again pounding his index
finger into the enter pad. He hadn't explored the chat room since his
bachelor days before the Barr family set foot in town. Almost
instantaneously he spotted `BernieBear' and initiated chat.

BearysBoy: "Hey there BernieBear!"

Steve got such a tingling sensation in his loins at the response.

BernieBear: "It's `sir' to you boy!"

BearysBoy: "Yes, sir!"

Steve giggled.

BernieBear: "Looking for an exciting master, boy?"

BearysBoy: "Maybe."

BernieBear: "Either it's yes or no. What'll it be boy?"

BearysBoy: "Yes"

BernieBear: "Yes what, boy?"

BearysBoy: "Yes, sir!"

He was just joking around, but then Steve thought maybe this guy was
serious. Sure, Barry gave him the go ahead to explore, but was BernieBear
looking to hookup for real? He got nervous and `X-ed' out of the
screen. Sitting back in the swivel chair, he placed his hands on his chest
and deeply exhaled. It's not until then Steve noticed not only the wet spot
midchest! "Oh shit!" he said outloud, "This guy was really turning me on!"
He was in a quandary. Sure, his mate had given him the permission to surf,
but his yearning told him he wanted to do more. He signed back on, hoping
BernieBear didn't sign off to hibernate. He jumped up from his relaxed
position when he saw the name. Steve's hand planed down his chest. The
perspiration spread like a plague, down his almost washboard abs, to his
briefs. The elastic sat beneath his balls, taut as a bungi cord.

BernieBear: "Where'd you go boy?"

Steve searched his mind for an explanation. It didn't matter if it were
true or false. He wasn't going to meet up with this guy.

BearysBoy: "I'm at work. The boss came by and I had to switch off quick."

BernieBear: "You know you could get fired for something like that boy?"

BearysBoy: "I know."

Yet it wasn't anything which worried Steve's mind, but he played along.

BernieBear: "So you up for some playing around today?"

He literally choked, Steve being hit up for some reality play.

BearysBoy: "Could be. What are you into?"

BernieBear: "What's your stats?"

It's something Steve never bothered filling in other than his age in order
to breed chat.

BearysBoy: "6' 180 lbs, blond, mostly smooth..."

He was cut off.

BernieBear: "Smooth? Fuckin' hot! I love rubbing my hairy body on a smooth
boy! What time can you hookup?"

"Yikes!" Steve exclaimed out loud. Sure, in his mind he wanted to play with
this bear, but in reality he knew he couldn't, yet if he exited the
chatroom the guy would think he was playing around. But it's exactly what
he was doing, playing around in cyberspace. Yet, in all earnest he yearned
to have an experience at roleplay with another top, one who would not be
swayed to be less forceful by his emotions. Sure, Barry gave him a few
whacks with the belt on the ass, but nothing compared to what an unbiased
guy would do.

BernieBear: "You still there boy?"

BearysBoy: "I'm here,"

He bought some time,

BearysBoy: "Sir."

BernieBear: "You up to getting owned by a hot masterbear?"

BearnieBear was putting it to him. He needed to stall.

BearysBoy: "Boss is back........."

Steve had to hand himself credit, but this time as he leaned back he was
more than sweaty. His back stuck to the leather chair, his hands planing
the sweat off his front as if exiting the shower. He bent forward to
look. Sure enough, his precum had dripped in long strands to the
floor. Grabbing a tissue, Steve bent over to wipe the carpet. Righting
himself up he hit his head on the desk. First he saw stars and then there
was nothing.

%

His eyes opened up and stared. Across from him were ruffled sheets and a
dent in the pillow, but his head wasn't implanted. Instead, Richard was in
the `other' bed, the bed Eric and Alac shared. Feeling himself locked into
place by the unknown, he looked down the front of his bod. Sure, he saw his
own arms, one over his stomach, the other wedged into his left side between
skin of fabric. His eyes exploring, he wondered who the dark, hairy
forearms belonged to. As he turned to his right to find out. A domino
effect occured, Alac casually losing his hold on Richard, bowling Eric over
onto his back, thus breaking up the threeway hug. Doing a pushup, Richard
pressed his palms into the mattress behind his back. For a moment he was
stunned to find himself in bed with his attorney and friend. He sat there
pondering over now and before.

"You alright Richard?" Came Eric's voice breaking silence.

"I don't know," Richard replied, in a stupor.

After Eric poked at Alac, the Frenchman awoke. "What?" Alac looked to Eric,
then Richard.

Untwisting the sheets from his legs, Richard stood at the side of the
bed. He was lost for words for a moment.

"You okay Richard?" Eric again questioned him.

"I think I'm in shock!" Richard broke his own silence.

Eric could have taken the sane route, but instead opted to climb over
Alac. Of course, Alac got a kick out of Eric dragging his foot over his
pubes.

"I... I shouldn't have done this," Richard beat himself up, his hand
rubbing his temples.

Strangely he didn't fight Eric off when he put his arms around him and
forced their bods together. Words weren't needed as the man cried. Feeling
for him, Alac put the mansex on the shelf and rose up out of the bed. Both
Richard and Eric felt a pair of hands rubbing their backs. Sensing Alac's
feelings the two opened up their hug to the third. As if soothing Davide,
Alac pawed Richard's mane, telling him, "Everything is going to work
out. You see."

Sopping up Richard's tears with his thumb, Eric assures him, "Alac's right
and... I know you're having a tough time financially, so if it makes sense
to you, please... you and Griffin are welcome to move in." Eric said it but
wasn't sure he knew where everyone was going to fit in his place.

%

"Nice. Real nice," Dylan says to Tony, leaning on his car, but taking in
the panoramic view of Tony's estate.

Anxious to move on, Tony asks, "I think your Mustang is buffed enough. Care
for a beer?" He liked the feeling of Dylan moving on with him to the house,
Dylan's hand planted on his left shoulder, keeping pace with him as they
walked to the main house.

"Hmm, you've brought me home a new stud, Tony?" Gerard questions.

"In your dreams, Gerard," Tony put it bluntly before making introductions.

"I think I'm dreaming," Gerard replies as he shakes Dylan's hand.

Showing his own feelings, Dylan puts it, "Wake up Gerard!"

Dylan had squeezed Gerard's hand, but Gerard wished it were his ass
squeezing whatever Dylan had in his pants.

As Gerard follows Tony into the lounge area between the backyard pool and
kitchen, Tony smiles, his thoughts of Dylan wanting to save himself for one
and only one man! "Want to see what's up for lunch?" he gets rid of Gerard.

"Actually," Dylan says as Tony withdraws two beers from the fridge, "if you
have it, I'll take a water?"

Tony subs two waters for the beer. "Coming right up!" Like a pro he chucks
ice cubes into two glasses and pours.

Dylan takes the initiative to uncap the other and pour out Tony's, assuming
Tony was serving him up first.

"Here's to..." Tony paused.

"To us," Dylan fills in the blanks. However before upping their glasses to
their lips, Dylan closes the gap between them, his glass in hand behind
Tony's back. Maybe Tony felt it too, but Dylan thirsted more for Tony's
lips than his own.

"Toast again?" Tony asks, a superficial grin on his face.

"You look sexy in spandex," Dylan replies, taking a drink, a cube into his
mouth.

Waiting for the unexpected, Tony watches Dylan's free hands go to work on
the half zipper of his jersey, peeling it down like a banana. Sweaty, it's
skin tight to pull off over his head, but Dylan is determined.

Cocking his neck to the side, Dylan lowers his head towards Tony's left
pec.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Tony sighs out loud, his head dropping back when he
feels the ice cube massaging his nip.

It didn't last forever, Dylan taking Tony's glass, presenting it to him
with strong suggestion, "Your turn."

Liking this game, Tony slurped up some water and as Dylan had done,
retained an ice cube in his mouth. With exception, Tony didn't peel but
rather unbuttoned Dylan's shirt and pulled it apart to return the
affection. Same time he notices the totally smooth bod, naturally inclined
to the hairless state. More involved, Tony's ice cube massage is
accompanied by one hand exploring, finding it's way down Dylan's six pack
to his navel, a quick in and out of his thumb into Dylan's deep navel, then
his thumb painting a sweaty line down Dylan's treasure trail... to the
buried treasure!

%

This time when Steve awoke in a hospital bed he wasn't feeling the wear-off
effects of anesthesia. Though, he still had a hefty bump on his head and a
slight hangover effect.

"Can't you stay out of trouble Steve?"

In a remorseful manner, Steve replies slowly, "Sorry."

Barry bent over, giving his other half a quick kiss before asking, "And
what is this `beary's boy' business about?"

"You saw?" Steve asked, after recalling his chat with `Bernie Bear'. "I
guess you... saw."

"I saw alright. So what's this all about?"

"Um, when am I getting out of here?" Steve was quick to change the subject.

Barry had to agree with Steve's hint, maybe this not being the place to
talk about this, so he left the room to followup on checking his lover
out. No sooner had he left, Riley Sanchez makes entrance.

"Hey," Steve said.

But more than a friendly greeting was on Riley's mind. "So, you're
interested in hooking up with Bernie Bear, is it?"

Totally aghast, Steve's wide mouth of surprise turn's to wording, "But how
did you...."

"I just happened to be in the right place at the right time, on patrol in
Bridges' Heights?"

"Oh," Steve said. "So I guess you `saw'?"

"You should be thanking me. I managed to reboot before the paramedics
arrived," Riley mentions.

"Yeah. Thanks. But Barry...."

"He could've done it himself, but knowing I was into... kinky stuff? He
figured I should take a look."

Steve interjects, "Oh, so you're here because Barry sent you then?"

"I saw him on the way in, but no, I'm here because...." then the melancholy
feeling of friendship gave way to finishing Riley's thoughts.

"I know. You and I go back a long way, Riley." Without Riley responding,
Steve filled in the gap, "So you know this guy with the `BernieBear'
handle?"

Quick to the chase, Riley lets his thoughts unfold, "I do and I spoke with
your better half..."

Steve agreed in the `better half', yet it was never mentioned between him
and Barry.

"And he seems to think it would be good if you got this out of your
system."

Surprised, Steve responds, "He wants me to meet with this BernieBear guy?"

"In a manner of speaking. Actually he waited for `me' to actually mention
it."

"Hmm," Steve replied. "Oh! Who is `BernieBear' anyway?"

Riley's face drew up a big grin. He had it all planned and thought it part
of the play to keep Steve in suspense, "Never you mind. All I want from you
is a simple `yes' or `no'."

It wasn't too tough a decision, Steve naturally going with the flow, but he
still had reservations about Barry's feelings. "Are you sure he said it was
okay?"

He didn't mention the tent, but Riley knew what Steve's answer would be,
the doubt in Steve's mind over his mate's final go ahead.

But Riley didn't have to reiterate Barry's feelings, Barry himself showing
up, standing at the side of the bed, proceeding, "If you really want this
Steve, it's alright with me."

Of course Steve wondered how far all this would go.

Barry was on his toes with an answer, glancing back and forth to Riley,
where it applied in his statement, "I think we trust things will not
jeopardize health or wellbeing?"

"We'll be as gentle as kittens!"

Steve's final answer, "Oh, then you'll be there too?"

"Somebody has to keep tabs on you Steve," Barry said.

Then with dissapointment, Steve asks, "You're not going to be there?"

Barry put it, "I'm trusting Riley that things will not go to the extreme."

"Trust me. If Steve doesn't want it, we'll back off."

In a way Steve understood. Sure, if his lover was there in the presence of
Riley, himself and this BernieBear, perhaps there would be reluctancy on
the `tops' to perform to the best of their abilities. Yet, like Barry, he
trusted Riley would be a fair chaperone. Afterall he's known Riley since
his teen years, plus he was a member of the communitie's outstanding police
force. He had a reputation and surely would not want his career marred
by.... Steve gave up on rationaling. "When?"

Riley and Barry exchanged glances and smiles, Barry leaving it open,
"Whenever you feel your old self again."

%

Out back, Chris Gates waited around for the last two parents to pick up
their kids.

A familiar van rolls into the backyard of Barberio's Hardware, Aidan
questioning out loud, "Hey! What's your dad doing driving our dads' van?"

"I dunno," Seth replies.

"Where's out dad?" Philip asks when Alonzo steps out from the driver's
side.

"I don't want you two getting upset, but your dad-Steve bumped his head and
was taken to the hospital. But your other dad said not to worry," Alonzo
informed the crowd of four kids and Chris.

To help throw the kids off balance, Chris offers, "Let me help you load
their bikes into the van."

"How come your dad," Philip speaks of Aidan's dad, "is such a klutz?"

"He's not a klutz," Aidan defends.

"Then how come he's always getting hurt and going to the hospital?"

Aidan didn't care much for his brother's insinuations, telling him, "He's
not a klutz!"

"Is too," Philip stood his ground and defended his opinion.

Well it didn't take much with the slinging back and forth of `is too' and
`is not', before the two boys were rolling around on the ground.

As Seth tries to break them up, Diego is running to the back of the van,
yelling, "Fight! Fight! Aidan and Philip are having a fight, dad!"

"What?" it caught Alonzo off guard.

When they approached the area where the dust was kicking up, Alonzo pulled
Aidan off of Philip, Chris treating them like they were his own kids!

"What the hell you two think you're doing? Here your dad's in the hospital
and..."

"He started it," Philip said, out of breath.

"Did not!" Aidan responded, not realizing he `did' start it.

Indirectly, Philip started the `physical' part, but it were Aidan's words
which drove him to it.

It went back and forth, `did not' and `did too', before Alonzo told them to
stop it.

However it was Chris who took the initiative to react, "Shame on both of
you. Two brothers fighting while their dad is laid up in the hospital!"

Seth and Diego stood there observing, watching how Chris spoke his mind,
their dad slowly losing his grip on Philip, Aidan brushing himself off.

"I don't know what your dads would do, finding out about you two hooligans,
but as for me, you two are suspended from the bicycle club for one week."

"Holy cow?" Seth exclaimed.

Seeing this was none of his kids' business, Alonzo had them bring their
bikes to the back of the van.

"But Chris," Aidan debated, "we just got started!"

"And a bad start it is," Chris replied.

Philip got his digs in too, "How are we gonna learn how to ride with the
rest? You yourself said we need to keep at it and keep coming or we'll lose
out?"

Looking down upon the eleven and thirteen year olds, he knew they had him
over a barrel, having spoken to the group, outlining the `responsibility'
involved in keeping their attendence as perfect as possible. He then
changes his mind, "Okay. You can come next week, but be prepared to stay
after the others have gone to `work off' your `sentence'! Now get your
bikes and get home."

Philip meagerly asks, "You're not going to tell our dads, are you Chris?"

"What do you think?" Chris says sarcastically.

Seeing the `lecturing' coming to a close, Alonzo directed Philip and Aidan
into the van, having Aidan sit in the front, just in case. Chris knew he
wouldn't have to be the `bad guy', telling Steve and Barry of the
fighting. Alonzo would beat him to it!

%

Not too late to read a Holiday story:
DeCeMBer LuLLaBy
nifty/gay/adult-friends/december-lullaby/

Copyright 2008 T. Chase McPhee

This story may not be sold, nor made part of any collection, without prior
consent from the author.

The more you stretch, the more you can fit in... 'spread' happiness!
TCMcP.....