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The following story is a work of fiction, set in the
format of reality. Any resemblance to real people is
entirely coincidental in nature, and is not meant to
accurately depict, nor reflect upon persons in towns,
cities, or governmental areas, in 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. This is fiction. Do not
forget, in real life, to think about 'sexual safety
matter'; got condom?

"A 'Nature Walk' Christmas two  (M/m oral anal)
wriTten by T. Chase McPhee

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Chad!

Oh, hi dad.

Barry parades right into the emergency room and hugs
his son.

So, how did all this happen? He turns to Matty.

Oh, youre not going to blame me for this one!

Chad gives as an excuse, If it wasnt for Christmas

Oh now, Chad, dont go blaming your own stupidity on
the greatest holiday of the year! Matty replies.

Oh, and dad-Barry? Matty calls his dad-in-law, as
if one of the smaller kids.

Yes, Matty? Barry turns, expecting more details.

This here is Dr. DAgostino.

Nice to meet you, Dr.

Call me Tony. Good to meet you too, Mr. Barr.

Barry, Barry states, shaking Tonys left hand, since
a pair of scissors is chopping up a bandage, with his
rightie.

Forgetting all about the way Chads foot got so
bruised, Barry asks, So, Tony how bad is it?

Theres nothing broken. No fractures. Id say your
son has a tough foot here. Why, Ive seen some bowling
ball accidents that have caused some serious damage.

Bowling ball? Barrys attention diverts back to the
subject of the accident, along with a gaze to Chad.

Matty tries to help explain away Chads stupidity, It
was only a foot above his foot, dad-Barry.

Still, Chad, you know you shouldnt be putting
something round on a shelf. Remember what happened
with the skateboard?

Skateboard? Matty inquires. 

Even the twenty-six year old doctor picked up on that
one, What happened with the skateboard?

Oh, dad. Why did you even have to bring it up?

Skateboard? Matty replies, his hand on Chads thigh,
moving dangerously towards his crotch, in case a
forced confession is necessary.

Hey, just back off, huh Matty?

Barry and Tony look at each other, wondering what the
twos private joke is. Theyd never guess that at
times, Mattys tried a little lite, friendly
nut-busting to gain information from Chad.

Since Tony looks to Barry for the key to the
skateboarding incident, he spells it out for them.

Seems that Chad decides to store his new skateboard
in his room. So

Oh come on, dad!

Hush Preppy! Matty dictates, rubbing Chads thigh.

Barry continues, So, Chad decides to put it on the
top shelf of a book shelf. Sometime during the middle
of the night, the skateboard decides to take on a life
of its own. The wheels begin turning and it rolls off
the shelf and kerpow-splash-crack.

Oh no, dont tell me, Dr. DAgostino replies, as he
breaks from slicing bandages.

Yep. Right into the fish tank, but thats not all. It
shatters the glass and here we are in the middle of
the night, fishing for goldfish.

Yeah, Chad finally starts laughing about the whole
incident, we didnt find one of the goldfish.
Remember what happened dad?

Clogged up the vacuum two weeks later! Barry
replies.

How old were you when this happened? Tony asks.

I dunno. How old was I dad?

Standing there, Barry smiles, staring at Chad, in a
lull, as if daydreaming.

Yo! Earth to dad? Matty signals, snapping his finger
in Barrys face.

What?

Chad was wondering how old he was? Tony refreshes
the question.

How old? Barry says, rubbing his three-oclock
shadow. I think you were thirteen, son. Not much more
than fourteen, at the most.

Dad, you think that skateboard is still lying around
somewhere?

Forget it, Preppy!

They all laugh at Mattys response to the possibility
of Chad trying to even set foot on the board.

%

I dont know if I can do this, Patrick states,
standing at the back door of the house.

Well Pat, yknow Zach is mighty anxious to see you,
Gary informs the eighteen year old.

Yeah, Mike also adds, Zach has been feeling mighty
low lately, because he hasnt seen you for awhile.

He has? Patrick replies, looking to Mike.

Mike acknowledges the statement on Patricks face,
shaking his head in the affirmative.

I still dont know.

The only way to find out, Pat, is to face the
situation head on, Gary tells him, his hand turning
the back door knob.

Patrick takes a big deep breath, then steps in the
back door, ushered in between Gary and Mike. Unknowing
to either of them, Zach had come down to the kitchen
for a light snack. His back faces them, as he prepares
himself a PBnJ sandwich. 

Observing Zach at the counter, they halt. Mike closes
the door, as Gary holds his flat palm out, as if to
pave the way. Patrick slowly walks towards Zach.
Stopping a moment, he turns his head back. Gary
smiles, irking him on with a head gesture. Not sure of
what his emotions are dictating to him right now,
Patrick holds his hands out, wanting to touch Zach.
Then, suddenly, Zach turns. 

In a fit of rushed emotions, the glass of milk falls
out of Zachs hand, followed by the PBnJ sandwich.
Both glass and plate crash upon impact. Totally
ignoring the sound, Zach throws his arms around
Patrick.

Patrick? Oh my God, Patrick! Zach yells out, as his
arms engulf the eighteen year old lover. Oh God,
Patrick, what are you doing here?

Squeezing the living daylights out of Patrick, Zach is
holding an eternal kiss to his neck, as tears stream
down his face. Slowly, Patricks hands find their way
the twenty-two year olds torso, then around his back,
hugging as well. 

At the same time, Mike and Gary are sharing in the
joyous moment. Coming up behind Gary, Mikes hands
surround his shoulders; arms. 

Isnt this great to see?

I worried about Zach so much.

I know you did, Gary, but youre not the only one.

You, Mike? Youre the one that kept your cool. Here I
am a shrink and Ive acted like the biggest
worry-wart!

The important thing is that things look on the mend.

Yes.

Totally ignoring the mess on the floor, except for the
fact of watching not to slip and fall on his ass, Gary
leads the two over to where the boys are standing,
still embraced in a hug-lock.

Welcome home, Patrick, Gary states, rubbing the teen
on the shoulder.

That goes for me too, Pat, Mike extends the warm
greeting.

After about ten minutes of being cemented together,
Mike and Gary begin to disturb the two.

Why dont you boys take your little reunion
upstairs, Gary tells them.

Mike adds, Yeah, get cleaned up, referring to the
splashed milk on Zachs sweatpants, the jelly mess to
left of the Nike insignia on his tee shirt.

Oh, looks like Ive gotten you all dirty, Patrick,
Zach apologizes, looking at the middle of Patricks
flannel shirt.

The two leave, as Mike goes to the pantry for the
broom. Climbing the stairway, the two remain side by
side, leaning with arm over each others shoulder.

Patrick,  I cant tell you how great it is to have
you here.

They enter the bedroom.

Wow, this place is a mess!

Yeah, Zach admits, I kind of let it go to hell.

Why?

By this time, Zach has stripped his tee shirt off,
revealing his dark, hairy painted chest, the sliver of
trail down his stomach. He reattaches himself to
Patrick, his arms around the teens waist. 

My mind hasnt been too keyed into everything lately,
Patrick. Except. You!

He didnt let Patrick get a response in, closing up
the chest-to-chest gap, plastering his lips on the
young lover. Again, Patrick felt the reluctance to
lift his arms, but as the kiss lasted and lasted, he
warmed up to the trust he once experienced with Zach. 

With a slow movement of his hands, Zach began reaping
the flannel shirt from the pants. However, Patricks
hands dropped down to his own waist, making Zach stop
the intrusion.

Whats the matter? Zach asked, looking Patrick
straight in the face.

Zach. Something happened at the reform school.

What do you mean something happened, Patrick?

Short-lived became Patricks burst of happiness, as
his eyebrows showed his what was to follow.

Zach, I dont blame you if you dont want me, after
what I tell you.

Not want you, Patrick? Im madly in love with you.
How could I not what you?

Because. Well, a couple of weeks ago I was

Like a few moments ago, Zach walks up to Patrick,
offering himself.

Zach, a coupla guys jumped me, beat me up and. Zach,
they raped me.

Oh God no, Patrick!

All the way home, as the parole officer drove him to
the West Richland Police Department building, to
hookup with Mike, Patrick had thought about the
rejection. From the police station, to the house, its
all he could think about. Now, the news of his
abduction, taken to a secluded area of the reform
school, harassed physically and sexually, was slowly
dissolving from his mind, as Zach holds him tightly.

You You still want me, Zach?

Crying like a baby, the two confer, Zach sharing his
unconditional love, as Patrick stands there, accepting
it, with such joy in his heart.

%

Did they get home yet?

Who?  Sixteen year old Denis Clark asks.

Hey, Wheres my dad, Mark asks.

Dad-Callan replies, I brought dad-Steve here, home,
because your dad had to meet Chad at the hospital.

Both sixteen year olds jump up off the sofa and bark
out, Whats wrong?

Nothing serious, Steve relates to the two, but as I
understand it from the school secretary, Chad had a
minor fracture or something of that sort to his foot.

The two boys, studying together, resume their
sitting position next to each other, open books over
their crotches.

Getting a lot of studying done? Steve inquires.

Um, yeah dad, Denis replies.

In the affirmative, Mark says, Yeah, dad-Steve. Were
studying for our history exam.

Oh? Then how come you have your science books out?

Oops! They reply.

Callan suggests, I guess I better be on my way. My
turn to cook dinner tonight.

Steve, in addition to Bye, adds, happy nuking!

Hi guys!

That cheerful as ever response comes in the nick of
times, to keep denis and Mark from getting busted.

Hi dad! Aidan greets his father.

Following them, Sean enters. He also hugs his father.

Any homework, boys?

You never change, do you dad? Sean asks his father.

Somebody has to keep things in check here, Steve
responds, looking to Denis and Mark, still sitting on
the sofa. 

Sean isnt blind to whats happening in the front
room. He walks over to the two teens and lifts up
their books.

Heeeeey! Denis cries out, yelling at his brother.

Hee hee Sean replies, giggling, Just checking!

Fortunately, for the two sixteen year olds, the bulges
have subsided!

Philip and Aidan might be young, but not too young to
know what Sean had been seeking. After all, its not
like they havent been there; done it!

Naughty boys, Aidan comments.

Um, the homework boys?

Oh yeah. We did it in school, dad-Steve, Philip
replies.

Well, I think you and Mark, Steve directs, should
report to the dining room table to finish your
studying?

Ohhh, busted! Sean taunts the two.

Shut up, Sean, Denis says, trying to grope his older
brother, as he tries to get up.

Mark hints Denis, Cool it, Denis, you dont want to
make him feel good!

Im not into that kinky stuff anymore, so there!

Yeah, sure Sean, Denis teases. 

Im not!

Okay boys, thats enough, Steve tells them.

That got Sean off the hook with the older boys.

Sean, is it true you like getting your balls
squashed?

Where did you hear something like that, Philip?

Steve patted Sean on the back, saying, Have fun!

He left Sean to fend his own battles, as he
accompanied Mark and Denis to the dining room.

We heard Mark and Denis talking about it, Aidan
fills Sean in.

Sean figures that theres no time like the present,
while the subject is fresh on their minds, to try to
explain himself.

Listen, guys. Cmon in here and sit a minute.

As they follow Sean to the U-shaped conglomeration of
sofas and chairs, Philip also adds to the inquiry,
And you liked to get whipped, too?

Listen guys, Sean begins in on the explanation,
trying to keep it brief, this is kind of a grown up
thing.

Philip says, Oh, our balls arent big enough to play
with!

Thats good, Sean says, then continues, but what I
was going to first tell you is that this is between
you two guys and me, okay?

Sure Sean, they both agree.

Crossing their hearts and hoping to die, if they
reveal anything to a single person, other than God,
they swear. They also hold their crossed fingers
behind their backs, just in case they slip and say
anything to anyone!

%

Um, dad?

Yes, Chad?

I have a confession to make.

Oh? And whats that son?

As Barry and Matty walk the invalid up to the front
door of the Barr-Clark home, invited for dinner, Chad
states, Dad, that skateboard didnt fall into the
aquarium.

Barry stops, as Matty keeps going.

Owwwch! Oh.. Oh!

Sorry there, son.

My fault, Chad replies.

Your fault, meaning the skateboard?

My fault meaning that and well, I suppose I shouldnt
lay shocking news on you while in motion?

Um, can we take this inside? Matty asks the two.

Barry says, I think Chad and I are going to take a
little stroll, Matty.

Yeah, okay, Matty replies, letting go of Chads arm.

They walk a few feet to the stone wall that divides
the garage area from the house. 

Are you okay there, son?

Im fine, dad. Thanks.

So now, what is all this about?

It depends on how you look at it. Could be good or
bad.

Well, first of all, Im totally lost at your meaning,
so why dont you start at the beginning?

Okay, so you probably already know what dumb stuff
kids do when theyre young, right?

With four, Ive been through the wringer a few times,
or more, wondering why you boys did what you did, but
I was a kid at one time too, so I can rightly
understand.

I dont if I got all that dad, but heres what really
happened with the skateboard.

I have to admit youve got me in suspense, son?

Well, you see, the skateboard didnt really start
rolling on its on.

Hmm figured it mustve gotten a push from
somewhere. So?

Dad, I dont know when it hit you.

What hit me?

You havent talked much about you being a boy and
being gay.

Oh, is this what this is about?

Dad, that day in school, the same day the skateboard
fell in the fish tank, I was talking with one of the
guys, in gym class.

Yes, and?

Boy, Im glad youre used to this.

Used to what?

Listening to older guys you know, being principal of
a high school and all.

Yeah and I get it from students all the time, trying
to beat-around-the-bush? Barry insinuated.

A lull occurred, as Chad smiled, sticking his cold
hands in his pockets of his jacket.

Yeah, okay dad. You snagged me there.

Chad, listen. Whatever happened, happened years ago.
It doesnt matter.

Alright, so this is what happened, Chad replied.

Extracting his hands, using gestures to explain, Chad
spelled out how his buddy and he made their
simultaneous, gay discovery in school. He told of how
they caught each other in gym class, glancing at each
other during the wrestling match. He moved his hands
about, showing how they wrestled around on the mat. He
showed his dad, imitating holding his cock, to show
how their body contact, aroused each other. He stated
that in the locker room, they waited in the shower
till all the other guys departed and then held each
others cocks, jerking each other off. 

Quite a big day for both of you boys, Id say, son.

Yeah, but that wasnt the end of it. We wanted more.

Giggling, Barry states, And why doesnt that surprise
me?

Dad, we were just fourteen years old!

Frankly, son, Im surprised it took you that long.

Oh? Whys that dad?

Well look at Philip and Aidan, for starters!

Oh yeah. Shit! Theyre only ten and eleven and
theyve turned into two little horny bastards!

Barry didnt much like the reference, but thought the
way Chad presented it, to be comical. 

Its getting damn cold out here. Want to get to the
skateboard?

Oh yeah. So, Greg and I.

Greg Hildegaard?

Yeah. You remember him?

At least you know how to pickem, son!

Thanks dad. Now can I get on with it?

By all means.

Okay, so we wanted to go to bed. Greg said it would
be impossible to meet at his place.

I dont doubt it, his dad having just had the biggest
selling book in bookselling history.

Hmm you have a good memory for ahem! Never mind.

Barry let his son slide on the slander.

So, Greg climbed in the window of my room. We
stripped down, lay in bed, sucked each other off and
then he got up to leave.

I guess this is where the shit hit the fan?

Yeah hee hee Being that it was dark in the room,
he got nabbed on the shoulder with the corner of the
shelf.

Okay. Lets go inside.

Wait! Dont you want to hear the rest, dad? Chad
replies, grabbing onto his dads jacket.

What more is there? Greg hits the shelf, the
skateboard takes a dive and goes for a swim.

Hee heee I figured youd want to hear how Greg took
a dive out the window before being able to put his
clothes on?

Oh thats right. When the boys, your mother and I got
in there, Greg wasnt there. Your mother did wonder
why you were sleeping with the window open, with it
being thirty degrees out.

Yeah and Greg sat outside for forty minutes, freezing
his ass off till I was able to toss his clothes out to
him.

Ooooh, so thats how he caught pneumonia!

It all fits together, huh dad?

Yes and also that part about how you went over to
visit him at the hospital so vigilantly.

Dad?

Yes, son?

I really loved Greg.

Something choked Barry up, thinking about how his son,
so young had to be burdened with the loss of a first
love. A love that he himself had no idea existed.

Chad, I. Im awful sorry.

Chad wept, hugging his father.

Whats this? All over a waterlogged skateboard and a
sucked up golfish? Matty asked, tee shirted and his
hands stuck in his jeans pockets.

Barry asks, I take it you havent spoken to Matty
about this, Chad?

About what? Matty inquires, lost in the translation
of feelings.

As Barry ascends, Matty takes the fathers place on
the stone wall and also as the hugging post.

%

Continued.

Copyright 2005 T. Luke McPhee
This story may not be sold or made part of any
collection without prior written permission.










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