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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 nine (M/m oral)
wriTten by T. Chase McPhee

%

Brrrrrrr, its cold out there! Little Diego yells
out, the first to make it through the back door.

Did you boys finish with your snowman?

Yeah, dad-Steve, Philip says, Wanna come outside
and see it?

Um, Steve, you want to come here a minute? Barry
asks him, wiggling his finger to step up to the
window.

After looking out, both dads look at the trio.

Hey, it wasnt my idea! Aidan fessed up.

Me neither! Diego replied.

That left the dark blondie in the middle, grinning
from ear to ear.

Well, Philip goes on to explain, the snowman didnt
have any undershorts on, so we made him look like he
was real, without!

But the carrot I gave you, was supposed to be for his
nose, Philip.

I knowed that, dad, but the stick looked okay up his
nose.

Steve turns to Barry, smiling, Lets just be thankful
they built it in the back yard?

Answering, Barry replied, Whos ready for some hot
chocolate?

Me!

Me!

Me!

%

Miguel, his eyelids heavy, his face sunk back down
into his hands, dozed at the side of the bed. He
didnt take notice right away, when a hand fluffed his
black, unkempt hair.

Huh? He said, with a quick reaction of looking up. 

In Spanish, half cursing, he exclaimed his excitement
at his lovers awakening. He wanted to reach out and
touch Juan so badly, but knew he couldnt disturb the
square, plastic canopy of breathing air around about
his face. Instead, he pressed the little red button on
the wall. As Dr. Hannon swung the door open, entering,
Miguel thought the worst for himself. However, that
wasnt the reason the doctor brushed by him quickly.

How long has he been awake?

Less than five minutes, Dr. Hannon, Miguel told him,
being more gentle than his last run in with the good
doctor.

Nurse, lets see if we can remove this oxygen
equipment?

Nurse? Miguel said to himself. 

Excuse me?

Turning, Miguel gazed upon what had to be Riley
Sanchezs brother. He looked just like him, minus the
couple of inches of height.

Hey, are you Estefan?

Thats me, but excuse me a moment.

Sure,  Miguel paved the way for Estefan to get near
Juans side.

Hows the throat? Dr. Hannon asked Juan.

Whats wrong with him? How come he cant talk, Dr.
Hannon?

However, its Estefan that answered, He had some
tubes down his throat. Most likely he needs something
to lubricate it.

At the mention of the lubrication, theres only one
thing that popped into Miguels mind. But, this wasnt
the place for such things. He immediately refocused
his attention.

Will he be able to talk good again?

Oh sure, Estefan keyed Miguel in, Juan should be
back to his usual self in no time, after some physical
therapy.

Physical therapy? For what?

Dr. Hannon and Estefan looked at each other.

%

Dr. DAgostino, this is my nephew, Zach Roberts and
his boyfriend well, Patrick Finnegan.

Nice to meet you boys.

It had been more than cordial pleasure, when Tony
DAgostino shook both boys hands. In a way, he wished
he was treating Zach, as well. However, ever since
Gary Roberts had mentioned Patrick, the tough times he
has been through at the reform school, with being
beaten and raped. Well, the day Gary told him, he had
to immediately isolate himself in the office private
jon and jerk himself off to the thoughts of playing
with an eighteen year old. However, as he looked at
Zach, shaking the hand of a college jock, his cock
twitched something fierce, especially at the
incredibly handsome face.

So, why dont I leave you and Patrick alone to get
acquainted, Tony?

Gary puts his hand on Zachs shoulder, hinting him to
come along.

Oh, cant Zach stay with me? Patrick pleads.

This immediately thwarts Dr. DAgostinos initial
plans.

Patrick, listen, Zach replies, holding Patricks
hands, We all want you to get better and sometimes
its better if you start out by yourself, okay?

Yeah, okay. If thats what you think is best.

As if reading Patricks thoughts, Zach says, Ill
miss you too!

Not caring what soul is looking upon them, Zach plants
a heartfelt kiss on Patricks forehead.

I love you too, Zach, Patrick replies to the sweet
kiss of affection.

All this time, the young doctor of psychology is
analyzing and reanalyzing his thoughts. Tony comes to
the conclusion that this will be a tough case to
render, with a lover involved. But he loved a
challenge and looked upon this as such. After all, he
took a perfectly ordinary man, Estefan Sanchez,
bringing out the kinky nature of twenty-five year old
Latino, expanding his experiences. By total
coincidence, he found a man that didnt mind sharing
the rent and other expenses. But the main thing, he
found a man that didnt mind submitting, exploring,
delving into a subject that interested him
tremendously. Through his weaving of words, he had the
ability to talk Estefan into allowing him to
administer pain, yet convince Estefan of the value of
taking it as pleasure. In other words, Tony had
Estefan hooked on the early stages of bdsm. Now he had
himself a younger challenger!

%

Sean, will you get that hon?

No problem.

Twelve seconds later, Sean led a young, twenties guy
through the living room, to the den.

Jacques, theres a Detective Miller here to see you.

Dectective? Me?

Without hesitation, Detective Miller extends his firm
hand, Detective Wayne Miller, WRPD.

Dr. Jacq della Croix, WRMC!

Wayne smiled at the reference.

Yeah, guess I was a little too official sounding.

Sean says, Hey, Ive gotta get showered. Nice to meet
you, Detective Miller.

Same here, Sean, the detective replies, shaking
Seans hand.

Care for a cup of coffee, Detective Miller?

Please, call me Wayne and yes, Id like that.

As he followed Jacq into the kitchen, he pictured that
ass in a tight-fitting pair of chaps. 

Cream? Sugar?

Black, Detective Miller replied, still the leather
on his mind, as he eyed up Jacq.

Care for a sticky bun?

If Jacq only knew!

Uh, no thanks. Already stopped at the donut shop
today.

In the demeanor Wayne said it, proved he was joking.

So, Im guessing this is not a social call? Jacq
inquired.

Wayne could only wish, but instead replied, Not
exactly. I understand that you have some dungeon
furniture up for sale?

Some what? Jacq acts surprised, confused.

Thats good, Jacq. Very good. Being a man thats into
the subject myself, plus with my prestigious career, I
would have given the same performance!

Setting the stage for their conversation, Wayne
cackled. Jacq did the same, realizing that the
detective was here possibly to negotiate a sale for
himself, not to incriminate.

Are you in the market for some dungeon furniture,
Detective Miller?

Please, call me Wayne. Actually, the subject
interests me, to some extent.

Good thing Jacq was sitting down, with his crotch
hidden under the table. Looking upon the five foot,
ten inch man, broad shouldered branch of the law, he
got a hankering to take him down to the dungeon, strip
him down and let the fun begin.

I gotta go, Jacq. Promised to drive the kids to the
mall.

Alright Sean. How long do you think youll be?

Youre kidding, Jacq?

Jacq laughed, watching Sean leave the kitchen.

Love ya babe, Sean yelled back.

Ahem! Wayne complimented, Seems like a nice guy.

He is. 

Jacq began reading more into Waynes intentions, but
decided to play it cool.

So, would you like to take a look at the dungeon
furniture that you might be interested in purchasing,
Wayne?

Oh, I didnt say anything about purchasing it for
myself. But hey, Id sure like to get a look at it.

When Jacq slipped out from under the table, he made a
concerted effort not to have his obvious pubes
visible. As they stepped down the basement stairs,
with each foot descending, made each orb churn with
excitement. 

Nice heavy door.

A necessity for security and acoustics!

Wayne laughed. At first, when he saw Sean, as he had
the urge to subdue, but after talking with the
thirty-two year old, six foot doctor of psychology, he
thought otherwise. 

Um, you have any of that leather clothing they wear?

Playing dumb, Wayne didnt mention the chaps, nor
leather vest, nor harness that often made to top man
look stunning.

I have some.

Smiling, as he keyed the metal door, Jacq could tell
that Wayne was asking for it. In the horny mood he
was in, Jacq slowly decided to shuck the laundry and
other Saturday morning details, to entertain his
guest. Plus, with the inside information that Sean
wouldnt be back till late, out Christmas shopping
with the Barr-Clark gang, he thought an opportunity to
utilize his dungeon, possibly for the last time. As
they entered, Jacq turns around immediately, facing
Wayne.

Im going to go over to that room over there and
change. When I come back, I expect to see you stripped
and in position, boy!

What tha? Wayne says, his face showing the shock.

Smiling, Jacq, unless hes had the signals mixed up,
but doesnt think so, walks up to Wayne, reaches to
his crotch and makes a grab with his hand.

Akkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkoooooooohoooooh! Wayne yells out.

First Id advise you to get your filthy hands off of
me, boy and secondly, youll pay for your insolence.

After his rash tone of voice, Jacq releases Waynes
big balls from his grip, watching the stache on his
face relax.

Oh, and, Jacq turns back, seeing Wayne remove his
hat and jacket, got a pair of cuffs on you?

Yeah, I got cuffs with me.

When you get stripped, cuff your hands behind your
back!

Wayne had an answer on his face, but Jacqs back faced
him already, as he walked away.
Returning, each had their eyes on the other.Jacq could
tell that Wayne wanted this experience real bad.
Totally naked, Jacq eyed his captive from head to toe.


Stats!

Stats?

Learning his first act of disobedience, Detective
Miller cried out in pain, as Jacq thrashed the flogger
he held, across the hairy chest.

%

Well guys, its been real, but some of us have to
work at making a living! 

Novak, sitting at the shallow side of the pool, the
water slapping against the black hair on his chest,
suddenly rose up out of the pool, causing the water to
spurt all over the small circle of friends.

Albert, make him pay for that!

Oh, hell pay for it alright. What time does your
shift end, Novak?

Well, lets see, the place closes around ten, so no
deliveries are made past nine.

What do you do between nine and ten, Novak?

Help them take out the garbage. Do odd chores.

Jim asks, Do you know if they need any extra help,
Novak?

Not really. I was lucky to get my job. All the other
workers at Hop Sings are Chinese.

Then how did you rate, Novak? Jim questioned.

My dad. One of Hop Sings cousins, King, works for my
dad.

King Sing?

No. King Chen.

Lucky for him, Maury said, cracking up the rest of
the guys.

Connor inquires, How come you dont work for your
dad, Novak?

Yeah, what kind of work is it? Jim asks, out of
curiosity.

Because. Well, first of all, my dad owns a body
shop. Secondly, I dont have an interest in it. Even
if I did, I wouldnt work there, because my dad and I
dont get along.

Maury guesses the obvious, Is the reason you and your
pop dont get along, because youre gay?

Smirking, Novak admits, Yeah. Howd you guess,
Maury?

Even Novak, who had known Maury as Professor Passat or
Maurice, now called him by his nick. He liked the
nickname that Jim pinned on him and even felt it to be
more buddy-buddy.

Sorry to hear about that, Novak, Maury told him.

Same here, Jim said.

Connor offered, Me, too.

The biggest shock came, when Albert put his hand on
Novaks shoulder, announcing, Well talk about this
later, okay Novak?

Yeah, thanks Albert. Um, you want to come over to the
dorm. I know theres not much privacy there.

Why dont you come back here, Novak? Jim and Connor
will still be here..

We will?

Do you guys have some place to go?

Jim reported, Well, on account of Im broke, I dont
have to shop for Christmas presents.

Same here, Connor told Maury.

Look, Ive gotta go, Novak said, making his way
towards the kitchen doorway.

Ill walk you out, Albert offered.

You know what guys?

What Jim?

I always forget this problem I had with my folks,
about telling them Im gay. Damn, I could have said
something to Novak.

Smiling, Maury says, You can see him later. Might
help him if you did open up about it Jim. What was it?
You told your folks and they didnt like the idea of
you being gay, I suppose?

Worse, Jim relayed to Maury. 

However, it was Connor whom had to explain, Ysee,
Maury, It was so bad for Jim, that his parents, mainly
his father, legally cut the reins.

No way!

Yeah, Jim opened up. I legally dont have my
parents as guardians.

The bastard!

Hey it didnt turn out so bad. The courts still make
him pay Connors mom some money.

Oh? And how does she fit into all of this?

Beginning to get all mushy, Jims eyes filled up, as
he told Maury, Connors mom adopted me.

She what? Adopted you? That is so sweet of her. Wait
till I see Aunt Maria. She didnt tell me anything
about that!

Its no big deal, Jim said, but then realized the
implications, I mean, no big deal that Maria didnt
tell you, but yeah, Im really lucky that I have
Connor and mom.

Ill say. Why, when I meet your mom, Connor, Im
going to bow down and worship the ground she walks on,
if thats the impact Jim got from her!

In the back of his mind, Connor would remember that.
Would be fun to recall the fact and see Maurys ass
sticking up in the air, while his lips touched dirt!

Hey guys, Novaks giving me a lift home, so Ill see
you later. What time is dinner?

Maury replies to Albert, Whenever you get the cook to
make it!

Okay. What do you want, Maury?

I dunno. Then to Connor and Jim, he fishes for,
Quick guys, what do you want for dinner?

Off the top of his head, Jim says, Um, Chicken Cordon
Bleu?

Chicken Cordon Bleu! Maury yells back to Albert.

Okay. Later guys.

Laughing, Connor asks, Is he serious?

I take it you dont know the Alberghetti name?

First Ive heard of it, Jim says.

Ever hear of the cardio-phone?

Nope, Connor and Jim acknowledge.

You take it jogging with you or to the gym. Not only
can you do all the other cool stuff a cell phone does
nowadays, but you can also check your heartrate. His
father also is marketing a cellphone that checks your
plants, to see if they need watering. Apparently hes
making tons of money off of these ideas.

I can see the cardio, but plants? Jim questions.

Connor says, Maybe they should make it so the
cellphone talks to the plant!

Not bad. Ill mention it to him, Maury agrees.

Get outta here, Connor says, pushing Maury on the
chest, causing him to lose his balance and fall into
the pool.

Ill get you for that, Connor!

He and Jim are standing there, laughing their asses
off!

%

Dad, we were suppost to go Christmas shopping with
Sean today, Philip tells his dad.

Aidan adds, disappointed, But he called from his
cellphone and said its too slippery driving.

Wise choice, Steve replies, adding, Its really
starting to come down out there.

So, what are we going to do? 

The dads look at little Diego, who brought up the
subject.

What are your daddies doing today? Barry asks.

I dunno. Probably stay in bed and fool around.

I think Ill get on the phone, Steve replies.

Hey dad?

Yes, Philip?

Can we decorate or do something?

Hmm.. I think I have Grandmother Barrs recipe for
Christmas cookies.

Hell yeah! Aidan yells out.

I beg your pardon, Barry asks, looking directly at
the offender.

Oh. Sorry,  Aidan replies.

Philip says, He picked up that curse from
ChadnMatty.

Oh? And when did you hear that?

Anytime, Philip replies.

Yeah, Aidan adds. Whenever theyre talking about
sex, they say that, when its good.

I see. Well, see if you can keep it out of your
vocabulary until you boys get older?

Ill try, dad, Philip replies.

Aidan promises the same. 

So, whats up Steve?

He returns to the kitchen, Diegos hand in his, an
embarrassing smile painted on his face.

I think we better keep Diego here for awhile.
Plumbing problem.

Plumbing as in? Barry nonchalantly pats his own ass.

No, as in, when I sold the house to them I shouldve
had all the pipes replaced?

Really, Steve?

Philip asks, You mean you ripped them off dad-Steve?

On the defensive, Aidan replies, My dad wouldnt rip
anybody off and even if he did, he wouldnt do it on
purpose, Phil, so there!

Aidan stands, facing Philp, arms folded across his
chest.

Wow! Diego says.

What? Aidan asks, quizzically.

You guys just had your first fight! Diego tells the
two, standing as a third wheel.

Hey yeah, Aidan. Diegos right!

Hmm. It wasnt too bad. What do you say, Phil?
Aidan inquires of Phil.

I dont know. Arent we supposed to kiss and hug to
make up? 

Thats what grown ups do, but arent we supposed to
ask each other something first?

After Philip and Aidan bat it back and forth, Diego
says, You dont have to. You can be mad at each other
for a long time, if you want to.

Hmm, you want to be mad at me, Aidan?

Not really Phil. I dont want it to ruin our day. How
about we kiss and hug, then later get mad at each
other again?

I guess we can do that.

Waiting in the wings, Steve and Barry are taking all
of this in, softly whispering to each other.

If life could be so easy, eh Steve?

Yeah. I dont know why. When you get angry at me,
Barry, I dont know why you just dont take me and put
me over your knee!

Because Steve, Id rather put you over the bed?

That could work too!

%

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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