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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” twelve (M/m oral anal)
wriTten by T. Chase McPhee

%

“Did you hear something, Steve?”

”Yeah. Fun times over. Didn’t you hear,” and Steve
spoke it like a little kid, “dad-Steve, dad-Barry,
we’re home!”

“Well, at least you got a few licks in, Steve.”

”To be continued,” Steve replied, pulling his jeans on
over his bare butt.

“No briefs, Steve?”

”Half the day is gone. Don’t want to dirty up a new
pair.”

”What about putting the old ones on?”

”Hee heee… forgot to put a pair on this morning.”

”What am I going to do with you, Steve?”

”Think belt!”

Walking down the three step landing, the two dads
descended on the living room of guys. 

“What’d you get us?” Was the first utterance of sound,
coming from Eric Clark’s lips.

“None of your business,” Barry replied.

“Okay,” Is all Eric replied.

“Looks like all of you guys are ready for the sack.”

”You should see how they made us work,” Aidan relayed,
his body sunk over the easy chair.

“Made you carry bundles on your backs, huh?”

”Nope, but feels like that’s what they did,” Philip
states.

Aidan adds, “Yeah and a can of corn fell on Philip’s
foot.”

”Yeah and Terry Beethoven asks me if it’s okay.”

”Good of him to do that.”

”Yeah, but when I said it was okay, the slave master
says ‘back to work’!”

“And how is your foot now?” Steve asks.

“It’s fine dad-Steve. Thanks for asking. At least
somebody cares!”

Steve was actually going to make light of the
situation, but let it slide, after Philip’s nice
speech.

Instead, Steve says, “At least somebody cares.”

”I didn’t say I didn’t care,” Barry replies to the
insinuation.

“Are you dads gonna fight?” Philip asks.

“Yeah. Later. Upstairs!” Steve tells them.

“Dad-Steve, is it true that you like it when my dad
whips your butt with a belt?”

Quick to reply, Steve says, “Anybody hungry?”

%

“Hey Patrick!”

Doing their food shopping at Bridges & Barr’s
foodmarket, Patrick suddenly becomes the afternoon
celebrity.

“Hey, what’s up Dean?”

Patrick is shocked at the guys and girls from WRHS,
remembering him, as if they hadn’t seen him in ten
years. He didn’t feel much, as Claudia Simms, Susie
Smith and Natalie Coleman gave him a hug, but when
Dean Arrow did the same, Patrick looked over Dean’s
shoulder, smiling at Zach. But it wasn’t like a
lover’s hug, just a quickie and that made a different
in the quality!

“Are you home for Christmas?” Dean asked.

“Maybe longer.”

Claudia asks, “Are you coming back to school?”

”No. I finished high school at the reform school.”

”You mean,” Susie asks, “like passed?”

”Yeah. I know it’s hard to believe, but I did get my
high school diploma.”

Dean inquire, “So you hanging out at Zach’s, Patrick?”

Eye to eye, Patrick’s to Zach’s, he replied, “Yeah,
I’m living there again.”

”Oh,” came the reply, as if disappointed.

Claudia and Susie, who’ve been attending the female
version of the male’s gay alliance at school, wish
Patrick and Zach, “Congratulations, if that’s where we
think this is going.”

“Susie means where it went. Like what it is?”

”Thanks,” Patrick replies.

Zach interrupted them to say, “But no reason why he
can’t have visitors.”

“How’s Tai? Buffy Coolidge? I heard Richie Manilow was
in a car crash?”

”Yeah and would you believe Susie and I got stuck in
holiday traffic for an hour and a half, all because of
his Uncle Barry landing at the airport?”

”Hey, it’s not like we have celebrity status here in
town,” Zach gets a word in.

“Well, do you know what Claudia heard? Tell him girl,”
Susie says.

“Well, I heard from Kim Cain, whom was told by Julie
Lime, that Portia Coleman told her that ‘Uncle Barry’
is buying up a piece of property to build a modest
home.”

”And you know where that is?”

Zach turns to Patrick, kidding, “I wonder if it’s the
lot behind Unca Gary’s?”

“Who told you?” 

Claudia and Susie then gang up on Zach, wondering whom
their ‘leak’ is!

“I swear,” the twenty-two year old college jock
replies, “it was a wild guess!”

As Zach is fending off the two high school seniors,
Dean is chatting with Patrick. 

He rubs Patrick’s arm, saying, “You know I’ve missed
talking with you, Patrick.”

”I’ve missed that too, Dean.”

”Would Zach really not mind if I came over to… be with
you?”

Being the middle of the fruits and veggies aisle of
Bridges & Barr’s foodmarket, presented an awkward
place for explanations.

“Dean, we’ve gotta talk.”

”Why? What’s the matter Patrick?”

Next thing Zach notices, is Patrick running out of the
store.

“Excuse me, girls,” Zach replies, to the two
conversationalists. Brushing past Unca Gary, on line
at the register, he yells, “Meet you at the car, Unca
Gary!”

Gary wonders what that was all about, after witnessing
one exit, then the other.

%

“You’re going to be fine, man. I’m not leaving until
you’re ready to walk out with me.”

Miguel didn’t feel so good, emotionally, but he stood
tough, talking to Juan, even though his lover couldn’t
respond.

“Hello son.”

”Papi,” Miguel exclaimed, turning to his father,
hungging him.

“You need to go home…. Well, to our home and get some
rest, son.”

”I’m not leaving without Juan, Papi.”

”Didn’t listen to ya, did he?” Bernice calls out,
entering the room. “Headstrong, like your father
here,” she adds, butting in on the father and son
moment. Hugging Miguel, she asks, “How you doing
honey?”

“I’m okay.”

”He’s not okay. He needs to go home and rest.”

”Rest?” Bernice questions her husband. Turning to
Miguel she asks, poking him in the stomach, “When’s
the last time you ate something?”

”The nurse, Estefan, brought me a cup of coffee and
donut.”

“You’re going home with your father, while I stay here
and keep ‘my other son’ company!”

Miguel, even though he just made a promising statement
to his lover, sees that he’s not going to get much
choice in the matter.

“Okay, but I’m coming back tonight.”

Not getting a response in the matter, instead Miguel
watches, as Bernice gets out a notebook and pen. She
starts talking to Juan about the arrangements for her
Christmas party. Miguel and his father make their
exit.

“He can’t talk.”

”Oh, don’t you worry about that. Your mother… I mean
Bernice….”

”Papi, it’s okay. I think about calling her my mama.”

”She would like that, son.”

”She… mama and Juan get along so well. It is really
nice how she comes and stays with him.”

”Your mother has a special place in her heart, for you
two.”

”It seems that since you two got married, Papi, that
we have a stronger bond. I mean, Juan and mama have
always gotten along so well, but…. Now that all this
has happened…. Dammit! I hope he’s going to be
alright!”

Right there, on the way out of the hospital, Miguel
broke down. Walking towards the car, a patrol car
pulls over.

“Everything alright there Miguel?”

Getting out of the patrol car, Miguel addresses the
six foot one, thirty year old police officer.

“Papi, this is Riley Sanchez.”

“Ahem! I think we’ve met,” Alberto says to him.

Riley gives him the look, as if to ask, ‘where’?

Smiling, Alberto replies, “You don’t remember giving
me a ticket for going through the red light on
Mountain Pass Drive, do you?”

“Did you go through a red light on Mountain Pass
Drive, Papi?” Miguel inquires.

“Well, yes, but…”

”Then you deserve a ticket. Shake the law dude’s hand
and let’s get on with it, Papi!”

Riley was humored at the father’s reaction to the son.
Obviously, Alberto had thought an injustice had been
done.

“What the hell!’ Alberto replied, then taking Riley’s
hand offers, “It’s nice to meet you, ‘again’ Officer
Sanchez.”

”And under better circumstances,” Riley offered, along
with the handshake.

“Mama Bernice is with Juan,” Miguel’s drew attention
to their leaving the hospital.

“My shift just ended, so I thought I would stop by.
Have you thought about my offer, Miguel?”

”Offer?” Alberto asks.

Miguel, forgetting it too, asks, “Offer?”

”Yeah. To come stay with me. You and Juan, until you
get your place rebuilt.”

”Oh, that could be quite a long stay,” Alberto relays,
“by the time the police are finished with their
investigation, the insurance people, then the
architects and builders. No, I think it best you and
Juan plan on staying with mama and I.”

The very reason the rift between father and son, years
earlier, resurfaced. It’s Alberto’s domineering
attitude that caused Miguel to run off to San
Francisco. Although, Alberto didn’t think it a total
waste, as when Miguel returned, he brought Juan with
him.

“I’m too exhausted to think on this now, Papi. I’ll
let you know, Riley,” Miguel replied, setting off
towards the hospital parking lot.

“Nice to meet you, Officer Sanchez.”

”Likewise.” Parting company, Riley joked, “Stay outta
trouble, too!”

Alberto smiled, but right now his mind was on his son.

%

“How’s it coming with the cookies?” Maury asks,
rubbing his two hands together.

“Did you get some guy?” Jim asked, anxious to hear how
the internet surfing came out.

“Oh yes. A fine young wannabe that I’ve had here
before. Guaranteed to please… or else!”

Albert, Jim and Connor then began to fire away the
questions.

“What’s his stats?” Jim asked.

“Nineteen years old, six foot one inch, around a
hundred and seventy-five pounds,” Maury replies.

“You left something out, Maury,” Albert reminds him.

”Oh, you mean his nine inch cut cock?”

”And?” 

“His nice endowment?”

“What color hair does he have?” Connor asks.

“Black. Lightly covers his pecs, nice stomach trail
and a hot treasure trail. Thin stache.”

“Is he at your college?” Jim asks.

“No. Actually he’s still in high school.”

”Which high school?” Jim and Connor ask right away.

“Not our’s. He says he lives in Island View and goes
to private school.”

”Oh,” Connor replies. “There’s one nineteen year old
senior. His name is Shadow Martin.”

”Oh,” Maury replies, “This guy’s name is Steve. Steve
Morten.”

Still, it strikes Jim as funny, the similarity of the
initials, as well as stats Maury had just rolled off
to them. However, he dismisses the thoughts. He
replies to himself, ‘nah’, thinking it couldn’t
possibly be Shadow Martin. Shadow is the school bully,
always talking up who he is, gloating about how many
guy’s asses he’s taken. Submissive? He laughed to
himself.

“What’s so funny?” Connor asked.

“Nothing. I was thinking of how stupid it is to think
of Shadow Martin playing slaveboy to Maury.”

”Yeah, that is funny Jim.”

So they waited around, putting the finishing touches
on a half dozen cookies. 

“Um, don’t you think we should have some clothes on
when this guy shows up?” Connor asks.

“Why? As soon as he gets in the door, he’s going to
strip down.”

”That soon, huh?”

”He knows that’s what is expected of him. Um, you
getting that down, Albert?”

“Like write it down?”

”I guess you can run in the upstairs den now and then
and type out some of the stuff we do. Oh and one thing
Jim and Connor?”

”What’s that Maury?”

”I don’t know how much you know about this slave play
stuff, but don’t be surprised by what I do.”

”Um, you’re not going to do anything violent are you?”
Connor inquires.

“Yeah, like slap the guy around?” Jim asks.

Indirectly answering the two jocks questions, Maury
replies, “I’m not going to do anything that we haven’t
done before.”

“How many times have you met with this ‘Steve’,
Maury?”

”Since he turned eighteen.”

”A whole year?” Connor questions.

”And four months.”

Jim asks, “You didn’t answer our question, Maury.”

”Yeah, I didn’t. But anything I do to Steve he
authorizes me to do. We have this ‘understanding’
about what I can do. If by chance he wants the action
to stop, he can use his safewords.”

”Safewords?” Connor asks.

“Mercy, Sir.”

”Mercysir?” Jim inquires.

“Mercy… Sir… two words.”

”Well, what would you do that would make him use those
safewords, Maury?” 

“Yeah. That’s what I want to know,” Connor support
Jim’s inquiry.

“Do you boys know anything about BDSM?”

“Big Dumb Shit Men?”

They all laugh at Jim’s definition.

But it’s Albert that returns with, “Try Bondage,
Discipline, Sadism, Masochism.”

“You’re going to tie the guy up and torture him?”
Connor asks.

“Well, as I said,” Maury sees the two upset at the
fact, “not do anything he doesn’t want done to him.”

”I’m outta here. C’mon Jim, lets get our clothes.”

“Wait, Connor,” Maury goes to call him back.

“Save your breath, Maury.”

”Is it something I said, Jim?”

”No, it’s not you Maury. You don’t remember reading in
the papers, about ten months ago.”

”About what, Jim?”

”The gay guy that was tied to a tree, beaten….
Tortured by a homophobic?”

“Um, yeah. I think I recollect something of that
nature.”

”Well, Connor was that gay guy… excuse me now. I gotta
see if he’s okay.”

”Oh shit! Me and my big mouth!” Maury accuses himself.

%

A hand from behind, reached out, crumbling up the
sleeve of Patrick’s winter coat.

“Patrick, wait. What’s wrong?” Zach called out.

“I…. we can’t be together…” 

”What the fuck?” 

Not used to using that type of language, except when
something ‘hits home’, gave Zach an even greater will
to stop his lover and talk.

“Stop right there, Patrick.”

”Zach, I made a mistake.”

”Mistake?”

Seeing that people in the parking lot of Bridges &
Barr’s began to look at the two, not minding their own
businesses, Zach dragged Patrick over to the shopping
cart corrals, where the extra carts had been stocked.

“Now what’s this about Patrick?”

“I’ve really screwed up.”

”It can’t be that bad, Patrick. I mean, there’s a
logical explanation for everything.”

”Except the stupid thing I went and did.”

”Will you cut the bullshit and just tell me?”

Smirking, his chin sunk into his chest, Patrick says,
“Okay. It’s like this. Remember this morning when we
did this claiming ritual stuff?”

”Yeah, so?”

”I looked into your eyes and you said to look for a
connection?”

”Yes and you told me you did.”

”Well, Zach…. In tenth grade I looked into Dean
Arrow’s eyes. I didn’t know I was looking for a
connection, but I thought I made one.”

“And?”

”Zach, I lied to you when I said I never fucked a
guy.”

”You fucked Dean Arrow?”

”Um… yep.”

”Patrick, do you love Dean…. No wait. Let me rephrase
that. ‘Did’ you love Dean?”

”I love you, Zach.”

”That’s not what I fuckin’ asked you, Patrick! Did you
love him?” Zach demanded.

“We were young. Two high school guys, still in the
closet. Dammit, Zach, I felt so alone. Dean was the
only guy I could talk to about being gay.”

“So, you do…. Love Dean?”

”I loved him, I think. I don’t know.”

”Well, I guess the important question here is, does he
still love you?”

As Patrick does when he doesn’t want to admit
something, his chin sinks to his chest and he looks
down at the ground.

“He does, doesn’t he?”

”I feel so bad, Zach.”

Putting his arm around Patrick’s shoulder, Zach gives
him a buddy hug.

“So, I guess he found out today that you and are….”

“Lovers. I told him so.”

”How did Dean take that?”

”I think he hates me now.”

”Oh boy,” Zach replied, not happy about the turnout.

“Zach, I also did a really bad thing.”

”Oh? There’s more?”

”Shit, there’s more. Zach, you’re not the only one who
sent me tons of letters.”

”Dean?”

”Yeah. Almost as frequent as yours.”

”Did you answer them?”

”Yeah, I wrote Dean back.”

”What did you tell him?”

”Zach, like you, I told him I’d be glad to see him,
but I didn’t know he would be thinking that we would
be together when I returned home.”

”Oh fuck, this is serious. We’ve got to talk to Gary
about this.

Leaving the ‘uncle’ part separate, showed the
determination that Zach had. This wasn’t any jovial
occasion to shoot the bull about.

“There he is.”

”Yeah, he’s waving at us, to bring the car around.”

About the same time, Patrick noticed Dean Arrow
leaving the foodmarket, heading towards the side road.
He knew the Arrow family didn’t live far.

%

“Hi guys! Guess where my daddies took me?”

Sarcastically, Aidan replies, “The North Pole!”

“Nope,” Little Diego replied, as if he thought Aidan
meant it, “we went to ‘Paw Prince’, to look at the
puppies!”

“You’re getting a dog?” Philip suddenly looked alert,
after crashing from the can delivering party at
church.

“Maybe. I think they wanted to see which one I liked.”

”Oh man, Diego. You dummy,” Aidan replies.

”Me?”

“Yeah,” Philip, with the same idea tells him, “They
watched for which puppy you liked and then probably
told the shop salesman which puppy you liked, after
you left.”

”Cool! You think so Phil?”

”Phil’s right. Which one did you like, Diego?”

”Wow! I can’t believe it!”

”Can’t believe what, Diego?”

”I liked four of the puppies!”

“Doofus, they’re not going to be getting you four
puppies.”

”Aidan’s right. Which one did you like the most,
Diego?”

”I don’t know. Even though I liked this dog from Italy
and held it, I also liked the tiny Treever.”

”Treever?”

”Yeah. This little brown dog. The man said he doesn’t
grow as big as big Treever.”

“Must be one of those mincher ones.”

”Yeah, Phil’s right. They mak’em smaller than the real
dogs. You could be getting a Mincher Treever, Diego.”

”Cool!” the ten year old said, with glee.

Steve and Barry happened into the room.

Aidan and Philip rush up to them, shouting, “Diego’s
getting a Mincher Treever for Christmas. Can we get
one too?”

“A what?” Barry asks.

“A Mincher Treever.”

”What in tarnation is that?” Steve inquires of Diego,
the inquisitiveness showing on his face.

“My daddies took me to the pet shop. Phil and Aidan
said they are buying me one for  Christmas.”

“Now hold on there. Just because Philip and Aidan say
something, doesn’t mean that it’s true. Did your
daddies tell you that they would definitely be buying
you a puppy, Diego?”

Like a punch in the stomach, all the glee went out of
the little kid.

“No. They didn’t say so for sure.”

With the happiness of the ten year old subdued, the
whole room seemed to reflect it.

“Excuse me, I think I left something on in the
kitchen,” Barry interrupts Steve talking with Diego.

However, instead of reporting to the stove, Barry
dials the Alonzo household. Returning shortly, to the
living room, he leans to Steve’s ear, whispering, “The
kids getting a dog!” 

Steve smiles back, saying, “Smart move.” 

To make Diego feel better, Barry offers, “How about
staying for dinner, Diego?”

”Whatcha having? I have to call my daddies and find
out if it’s okay.”

%

“I’ve made up some extra BLT’s, if anyone’s
interested,” Sean asks, standing at the doorway,
scratching his back, putting his hairy, blonde pit on
display.

“Sean, come lay here with us,” Jacq asks, making a
canal in the bed between he and Detective Miller.

“What’s up?” Sean replies.

Crossing the few feet from the door, to the bed, he
climbs on the mattress. Kneeling, crawling to the
place between, he lies on his back.

“Sean, first of all, I want to say that I didn’t
realize the situation, as it presented itself, at
first.”

”I don’t think I got a word you said, Wayne!”

Jacq laughed his ass off, then incited Sean to kick
in, Wayne seeing the humor of it, rounding out the
circle or laughter.

“What I wanted to say is, well, like Jacq said before,
I don’t have anybody. No relatives and as far as
friends, I can count them on my fingers.”

”So, what are you driving at here, Wayne?”

”I don’t know what happened when I set foot in the
dungeon this morning.”

”Oh yeah?” Sean replies. “I think ‘Jacq’ happened to
you. When he sees an opportunity, he goes after it.”

”Oh, so that’s how you two met, is it?” Wayne asks.

Sean follows, seriously, “Is that how it happened,
Jacq?”

”You better believe it. Why, I saw you there and went
right for ya, Sean!”

They laughed.

“But, all kidding aside, even though I was hanging
there on the St. Andrew’s Cross, tied out
eagle-spread, clamps on my nips and weights hanging
from my balls, I sensed… now don’t laugh at this… I
sensed caring and…”

“Love?” Sean filled in the blank.

“Something like that. But, hey. Don’t get me wrong,
Sean. I’m not out to steal Jacq away from you.”

“Do you see this as a one-sided affair?”

”Like what do you mean by that, Jacq?”

”It’s not you that invited yourself into bed with me,
Wayne.”

”And that didn’t piss you off, Sean?” Wayne asks.

“No. Not at all. We have an open relationship. If Jacq
has desires more than wanting me, he can communicate
them.”

”And what happens if you don’t agree with him, Sean?”

”Oh, I’d just take him down to the dungeon and torture
the hell outta him!”

The three laughed.

%

“Hi mom!”

“Matty, darlin’”

For the eleventh time in the last thirty-six hours,
Matty got asked what happened to his foot. By now he
was giving out the twenty-two second version.

“Something fell off the shelf and hit me on the foot.
Nothing broken, just bruised.”

By avoiding what it was that fell on his foot, made
the story lots shorter!

Chad concluded with, “So, how’s Juan doing?”

”As well as can be expected. Right now he’s still
fighting off the infection.”

Matty says to his mom, “We heard that a branch almost
went through him.”

”He’s a very fortunate young man,” Bernice replies to
her son. 

“So are Matty and me,” Chad says, meaning something
about Bernice.

“And what’s that supposed to mean?”

Without actions, instead of words, Matty and Chad give
their mom and mom-in-law a family hug.

In a dull, drowsy, soft, but typical ‘Juan’ tone, they
hear, “Hey….can….I get….some…of that?”

“He talked!” Bernice shouted, with excitement.

“Like he couldn’t do that? Now that’s surprising!”

Even though the two didn’t know Juan that well, they
always heard Miguel speak of him as the guy that
wouldn’t shut up!

“Don’t go anywhere. I’ve gotta call Miguel,” Bernice
asked of the two.

“How you feeling Juan?” Matty inquired.

“Like….” 

Even though Juan was half out of it, he could see his
‘Mama Bernice’ waiting ‘in the wings’, beyond Matty
and Chad, decided to choose an alternate meaning.

“Feel like…. Not… so good.”

“We know what you mean,” Chad replied, squeezing
Juan’s knee.

Both knew how Juan intended on responding.

“Can… can you do that….. higher?”

Matty and Chad both came out with, “Do what?”

However, it dawned on Matty first, that Juan thunk
about Chad’s squeezing hand.

“You sly dog, Juan!”

Being more sly, Chad actually felt empathy for Juan.
Looking slightly over his left shoulder, he saw
Bernice dozing. He returned his hand to Juan’s thigh,
slowly moving it, as if he didn’t know it was slipping
down in between the Latino’s legs.

“You’re a bad boy, Preppy,” Matty stated.

“Just keep an eye on your mother!”

%

“Okay, which one of ya’s is going to tell me what just
happened in Bridges & Barr’s?”

Patrick sat in the front, middle, between Zach and
Gary, whom popped the question. He smacked the side of
Zach’s knee with his own.

“You know the facts better than I do, Patrick!”

Gary knew something dire here had transpired between
the two or else why else would his nephew spew forth
in such an antagonizing manner. Putting on his
directional flasher, the driver pulled over to the
side of the road, turning off the ignition.

“Okay. Let’s have it before the ice cream melts.
Zach?”

Gary designated Zach as the person to open the
discussion, however it’s Patrick who responded first.

“It’s not Zach’s fault. It’s all mine.”

Realizing what a heel he’s been, Zach says, “No, it’s
not your fault. It’s not a blaming thing, Patrick.
It’s just something that happened, that’s all and I’m
sorry for acting like a jerk.”

”You should be,” Gary told him. “Now, before the ice
cream is soup, can I have a quick synopsis?”

“Unca Gary….”

”No, I’ll tell him,” Patrick interrupted. “It’s like
this, Gary. Before I got to know Zach, like way back
in high school, I knew this kid, Dean Arrow.”

”One of Dr. Arrow’s tribe?” Gary referred to the
family of ten kids, minus the mother.

“Right. At the time, Dean and I had both been sixteen.
Anyway, we both found out that we had an attraction,
then it got more serious then being friends.”

”Did you have sex?”

”Oh, that’s an understatement. We went beyond the
holding hands stage real quick.”

“Yeah,” Zach interceded, “sex can feel good at any
age, when the hormones are running out of the faucet
and the faucet leaks!”

Under another circumstance, Zach’s explanation might
have been taken as witty.

“Ahem! Though provoking Zach. What happened then,
Patrick?”

”Well, I know you can most likely understand this,
Gary, that us guys had been to each other the only
source to take with. You know what I mean?”

”Meaning to confide in?”

”Yeah. That’s what I’m saying.” Abruptly Patrick adds,
“Okay, now fast forward to the present. It’s after I
get arrested, I meet Zach and you… and Mike, Zach and
I get it on. Then, like today, Zach lays on me the
claiming stuff. I didn’t know what any of it meant,
until Zach and I went back to bed. You know that
claiming stuff is powerful!”

Zach had to turn to the window, to smile at Patrick’s
meaningful description, but didn’t deny that he was
right. Gary gave a minute grin. He was actually
thinking, ‘yeah, been there – done that!’ Then he
thought about the ‘ice cream soup’.

“Well, I guess we better get moving.”

”Oh, but there’s more,” Patrick replied, putting his
hand on Gary’s arm that readied to fire up the engine.

“I think we can ride and talk at the same time.”

Zach wasn’t so sure, as he and Patrick exchanged
looks. 

“Why don’t we wait till we get home to explain the
rest, okay Gary?”

Accepting Zach’s proposition, Gary knew there was more
to come, after Zach’s reproach at getting his
attention, with postponing the rest of Patrick’s
story.

%

“Hey guys, I can’t stay for dinner. Sorry. I knowed
you wanted me to,” Ten year old Diego told the crowd.

Steve leaned into Barry’s ear and whispered, “Guess
they didn’t like what was on the menu!”

“Who wouldn’t want spaghetti and meatballs, reheated
from last Monday, frozen and thawed, then nuked?”

”Geesh! Maybe we should call out, Barry?”

Barry started singing, to the tune of ‘Jingle Bells’,
“Jingle Bells, bills arriving in the mail, the day
af-ter Christmas….”

”Yeah, okay. I get your point. From January first, on,
it’s bread and water!” Steve replied. “Oh, by the way
Barry, you’re rendition wouldn’t make the ‘Top 40’.”

“Think Steve. It’s the thought that counts.”

”Yeah and I sure do get the thought of that one!”

“I gotta go. My daddies say somebodies coming for
dinner and I gotta get all slicked up.”

”Slicked up? What’s that Diego?”

”In Sunday School clothes.”

Philip asks, “Whosis your daddies having over for
dinner, Diego?”

“Yeah,” Steve jumps on the bandwagon, an inquiring
mind wanting to know.

”Some guys he knowed from college.”

“Why don’t you invite your daddies and friends over
for dessert?” Steve asks, with the penalty of getting
his foot stomped on, softly. “Well, I just thought
that….”

“I know what you’re thinking,” Barry informs his
lover, softly speaking.

“Whatcha having for dessert?” Diego flaunts his usual
question, so he can make up his mind whether it’s
worth it to get on his boots, coat, gloves and hat, to
trek back over here.

“Um…cheesecake,” Barry replies, knowing it’s one of
the savory desserts that can be thawed at a moment’s
notice.

“I’ll tell them. Hey, it’s hot in here,” Diego, all
bundled up, complains.

“I wonder why?” Steve asks the kid.

“I better get outside so I don’t get all sweatied up.
Then I’ll have to take a bath.”

“Horrors!” Barry comically replies.

%

“That the last of the groceries?”

”That’s it, but got some bad news, Unca Gary.”

”Oh?”

”The ice cream didn’t make it. I’ll go out later and
get some more.”

”No, that’s alright Zach. Mike will be calling before
he leaves the station. I’ll have him do it.”

”I’m sorry about it. I’ll pay for it.”

Smiling, Gary puts his hand on his nephew’s shoulder,
replying, “Never mind about that. I think you, Patrick
and I need to have some serious conversation.”

”We really do, Gary… I mean Unca…. Oh, hell with it.
Can I just call you Gary, Unca Gary?”

”I wish you would, Zach. It’s not like you’re a little
boy anymore. In fact.”

Gary stifles his comments for a second, looking over
Zach.

“What?” Looking down at himself, at what Gary is
gazing at, he replies, “Do I have ice cream on me or
something?”

”Should you have ice cream on you, Zach?”

”Hell yeah! The damn carton busted open all over me
when I removed it from the grocery bag!”

“Oh, sorry about that, but no. You don’t have any ice
cream on you, Zach. I was just admiring, well...”

“Checking me out, Gary?”

”Yeah, frankly. Comparing you to your father. You do
have the Roberts ‘good looks’.”

”Putting yourself up, Gary?”

”No. I’m just saying I think your father is very good
looking, my dad and his was and look at you…. A grown
man and the same image as those other Roberts men!”

“Um, any of the other Roberts men faggots like us?”

”Ha ha ha ha ha… no, not to my knowledge. As far as I
know, you and I are the only faggots in the Roberts
family, Zach.”

Placing his arms around Zach, Gary reeled him in for a
big hug. He suddenly became very serious.

“Zach, I don’t like seeing you hurt. Is this problem
with Patrick and Dean Arrow going to affect your
relationship?”

He didn’t get a verbal response from his nephew.
Instead, Gary felt arms encircling his own body and a
bit of misty sniffling from Zach.

“I…. I damn well hope not, Gary.”

”Well. I can tell it’s upsetting you, so we had better
go and have this out.”

”I’m sorry for being a pain.”

”Pain? Zach, let’s get one thing straight,” Gary says
, parting the two and looking into his nephew’s eyes,
“number one, you’re not a pain and number two, well….
Mike and I are learning to love you as if you were our
own son. We care about you and for that fact, the same
goes for Patrick, especially after what’s transpired
this morning.”

”Yeah and that’s part of the problem, Gary.”

”Oh?”

”Yeah.”

”Where is Patrick. I think we better get this over
with before dinner.”

”You don’t mind eating at midnight?”

”Mike’s  shift ends in an hour. We’ll let him worry
about that.”

Still misty around the gills, Zach replies, “Gary,
thanks for everything.”

”I haven’t done anything.”

”No. Don’t say you haven’t done anything. You took me
in and damn, I’ll never be able to thank Mike for what
he’s done for Patrick, bringing him back home to me.”

”To only you?”

Silence prevailed for a moment.

“C’mon. Where’s Patrick? Let’s get him and go to my
office.”

Shoulder to shoulder, arm over arm, the two headed
into the den, where they last left Patrick.

“Ready?”

”Oh yeah,” Patrick responded, flicking the hockey game
off, with a touch to the remote control.

“Who’s winning?” Gary asked.

“I didn’t know you to be a hockey fan, Gary.”

”I’m not, so don’t get too high tech on me!”

Patrick smiled briefly.

“C’mon Patrick. Gary wants us in his office.”

As if nothing had been the catalyst to break apart
their union, Zach and Patrick held hands, following
Gary to his ‘office-away-from-the-office’. 

%

“Oh shit! Is he really awake? Is my boy awake?”

“Ahem!” 

Matty replied to Miguel’s burst of energized
vocabulary, a finger pointing to the woman, dozing in
the chair behind them.

“Uh-oh,” Miguel replied, knowing how finicky Bernice
could be on cursing.

Yet if she used it herself, it wouldn’t be an issue.
In a good will gesture, she let out a long, faker’s
yawn – and woke up!

“Oh Miguel honey, your father gave you my message.”

“Get enough rest, Mama?”

”Adequate, considering all the jabbering that’s been
going on here.”

”Aha!” Chad replies, “So, you were listening in!”

“Well, I guess I better be going, so you can keep the
patient, how should I put it, ‘pleasured’?”

They all got a kick out of Juan’s slurred response,
“Mama… Bernee…you….funny Mama…”

However, it’s Miguel that suddenly became very
serious, sympathetic to his lover’s condition. 

“You’re going to be alright, Juan. I stay here till
you’re all healed up.”

Matty added, “Hey bro, we can take shifts.”

“Yeah. You need your rest too, Miguel,” Chad added.

A three way hug ensued, as the Latino hugged his
‘brothers’.

“Chad?” The faint, nasally response came from the
tubes hooked up to Juan’s nose. 

“What’s up, Juan?”

”More?”

“Me? You’ve got your boy here now!”

“What’s my boy need?”

Chad laughed, picking up Miguel’s hand and placing it,
not on Juan’s thigh, but directly on ground zero.

%

“Look, Connor, I want to apologize for…”

”There’s nothing to apologize for Maury. It wasn’t
your fault.”

”I know, but I think I could have been a bit more
sensitive to….”

Jim added, “How could you have, Maury, when you didn’t
even know the circumstances?”

”I did, after you filled me in on the details, Jim.”

“You told him, Jim?”

”A brief amount, Connor.”

“Why don’t we all go in the den and talk this over?”

”What about your boy that’s coming over, Maury?”

“I gave Albert some pointers. He’s on his own.”

”But aren’t you missing out on doing something you
like to do?”

”Well, yes, but right now….. you and Jim are more
important to me.”

”Really?” Connor questions.

After leading the teens to the den, Maury sat on the
curve of the U-shaped sofa. Connor and Jim, the other
corner part. 

“Listen, guys. Now don’t read in to this too much,
but…. Well, the truth is that I like you guys a lot.”

”A lot?” Jim states. “Like how much is a lot.”

Connor most likely has the same thoughts as Jim,
wondering if the answer is ‘like’ or ‘like a lot’.

“First, I want to let you know that if it wasn’t for
your mom and Aunt Maria, I wouldn’t have changed my
life.”

”Say that again?” Jim asked, leaning forwards, as if
hard of hearing.

“Let me explain. I live alone.”

”Most of the time?” Jim speculated.

“Most of the time, yes. Albert, well he spends more
time here than at home.”

”I thought Albert lived here, Maury?”

“As I said, it’s like 98% here and 2% at his own home.
But that’s not the point I’m making. Albert will tell
you though that before Aunt Maria cued me into the
fact that you two would be coming here to live with
your mother, I was…. A … a slob!”

”Slob?”

”Yeah. One day Aunt Maria came in here and told me to
either get my act together or she was going to have me
evicted!”

Knowing how Maria can be, Jim reacted, “I bet she
would too!”

“I second it,” Connor added.

“Yeah, well she was downright serious. Tell you
though, when I started to get busy, picking up all my
clothes that hung around the house, I hadn’t realized
how the stock in my closets and drawers had been
decimated to.”

“So, you left a few clothes around,” Jim shrugged his
shoulders.

Connor asks, “Anything else?”

”Oh lots more. I always had dishes in the sink. Would
you believe that I swam in the pool, with algae?”

”Ugh. Now that’s gross!” Both boys got grossed out
with.

“Yeah and then there’s the windows that you could
hardly see in or out of, the popcorn in between the
sofa cushions…..oops!” 

The three got a brief moment of comedy when Maury’s
hand slipped between the cushions and unearthed some
popped kernels. Jim poked more fun, so got the popcorn
thrown at him.

“Trying to give me an erection, Maury?”

”No, if I wanted to do that, I’d come over there and
lick it, Jim!”

“That’s okay,” Jim replied, putting his arm over
Connor’s bare shoulder, “already got myself a nice,
gentle cock massager.”

“He says the sweetest things, doesn’t he?” Connor
alluded to. “Besides, Maury, I think Jim and I both
know that you’re a top.”

”Yeah, but… well, I’d switch for either of you guys.”

”Get outta town!” Jim shouted out, a tinge of laughter
in his voice.

“No, serious. I know it’s been like two days ago I met
you guys….”

”More like one?” Jim corrects Maury.

“Whatever. The thing is. I like being around you guys.
We had fun in the pool and hell, what guys your age
likes to bake Christmas cookies.”

“Want the truth?” Jim asks.

“You don’t like baking Christmas cookies.”

“I wasn’t too keen on it and I think Connor feels the
same way, but I think we both liked it because of
you.”

”Me?”

”Yeah, Maury,” Connor broke in, “you made it fun.”

While the confession is fresh on his mind, Jim admits,
“Plus, it’s fun having an older guy for a friend.”

Now it was Maury’s turn to coin the phrase, “Get outta
town!”

Giggling, Maury picks up a throw pillow and uses it
for the purpose given it’s name. He hits Jim in the
pubic region.

”Trying to put me out of commission, Maury?”

“Oh, I think it would take way more than that to
disable your milk-maker, Jim!”

“Milk-maker!” Connors repeats the term, giggling.

“Well, that’s what it is!” Maury backs up the
definition of Jim’s nine cut inches.

Both Jim and Maury are flabberghasted when Connor
asks, “When’s the last time you had a drink of teen
milk, Maury?”

“Aren’t we the ‘hip’ one? Teen milk, huh? You
offering, Connor?”

”I might be,” He answers Maury, his hand slipping to
Jim’s pubes, firming around his semi-soft barrel.

“As I told you, I’m on top.”

“But it’s not like you haven’t tasted a creamy
cocktail, is it Maury?”

”I’ve sucked a guy or two off in my lifetime.”

Thinking of the whole realm of a dominant top vs. a
submissive bottom, Jim grows curious to the actual
percentage of top activity, outweighing the bottom
role that has encompassed Maury’s experiences.

“When was the last time?”

It wasn’t only Jim that picked up on the fact that as
the two conversed about sucking cock, that Maury’s
eyes took an occasional glance at Jim’s lap.

“It’s been awhile.”

Connor brings up, “So long that maybe you want to suck
down some hot teen cum?”

”Get outta town,” Maury blatantly denies the fact
rendered by Connor.

Seeing the absolute truth, as Connor has stated, as if
a vote to make Jim’s thoughts unanimous, Jim’s hand
takes Connor’s, his hand already around Jim’s teen cum
maker, and begins stroking, in long up and down
motions.

“You want to take my cock, don’t you Maury?”

”That’s totally ridiculous!” Maury tried to throw off
suspicion.

“I don’t think so, Maury.”

”You’re right, Jim,” Connor stated, looking towards
Maury’s pubes, watching the nine inches begin to rise
up out of the black haired pubes. 

“Why don’t you go give Maury what he wants, Jim?”

”Are you serious Connor?”

“Yeah. After all, I think Maury wants to be more than
‘friends’ with us?”

Now standing, the eighteen year old is standing,
firming up his already raging hardon, looking down at
his lover.

“You mean you don’t mind sharing my cock with Maury?”

”As long as you don’t mind him sharing his cock with
me?”

Both Jim and Maury look at Connor, wondering if what
he is saying, is what they think he means.

“No, if that is what I think you’re saying, forget
it,” Maury spells it out crystal clear!

“Why not?” Connor replies, “I really like you and I
think Jim does too. But no, ‘like’ isn’t strong enough
to want to claim a guy’s ass, is it?”

Cursing, Jim asks, “Connor, what the fuck are you
talking about?”

”Like Maury said, there’s only two beds to sleep in.
One is Albert’s and he’s not going to give it up, so
that leaves only one other bed.”

”No wait…..” Maury starts in again, “this is moving
way too fast. When I said that, I meant on occasion
that you boys could stay here.”

”Oh. Then I guess I made a total fuckin’ fool outta
myself!”

His hand relaxing, Jim sat.

“You didn’t make a fool out of yourself,” Maury
replied.

Like Jim, Maury scooted around the bend of the
U-shaped sofa. His thighs came to less than an inch of
Connor’s.

“Yeah, I did,” Connor went on to say. “I thought I was
reading into something real and now… shit, what a jerk
I am!”

Looking at Maury, Jim could see that, like himself,
the thirty-four year old was feeling melancholy about
Connor’s sensitiveness.

“Um, would it be alright if I showed Connor how I felt
about you guys, Jim?”

”Why don’t you show me first, Maury?”

Since awhile ago, Maury sensed Jim to be the ‘rougher’
of the two. Locking the grip of his hand behind Jim’s
neck, he forced his face over, into his own. Whether
Jim wanted it or not, his lips lay up against Maury’s.
Connor looked at the affection as an okay ‘to play’.
Reaching in between the two, his left hand took hold
of Jim’s cock once more and he boldly reached in
between Maury’s legs, to secure his cock, with his
right hand. Both men broke off with sighs in their
voices. 

“Ooooooooooooh!” Maury groaned, as Jim did the same.

As a further tease, Maury and Jim watched as Connor
brought the tip of their cocks together, touching,
which caused more of a shock, but when the two
experienced Connor’s wet mouth taking both cock heads
in at once, that was the tip of the iceberg for both.

“Hee hee heee,” Connor giggled, backing off.

“What?” Maury and Jim cranked out at once, looking at
Connor.

“Oh, he’s just being a tease,” Jim made the excuse for
his lover.

“Does that mean I can tease back?” Maury replied. 

Pressing Connor’s back into the soft sofa, Maury
placed his lips against the seventeen year old. He
didn’t linger too long, before sliding down the high
school jock’s chest, nipping at his left, smooth pec. 

“Hell yeah,” Jim cheered Maury on. “Tease that
nipmeat!”

However, looking at Maury busy licking his lover’s
pecmeat, Jim got a hankering to taste some of Maury’s
hairy body. Not that he had a craving, but more of a
curiosity. Other than fooling around with a guy, on
occasion, Jim hadn’t even touched an older guy’s body.
Except for when Maury had kissed him and Connor lining
up their cocks. With two free hands, he came up behind
Maury, reached in between his arms and body, then felt
up the hairy chest.

“Oooooh this feels soooooo hot!”

Almost like the first time Connor gave him a hot
blowjob, the feel of a man’s hairy chest, turned Jim
on more than he could dream of it as being. He hadn’t
realized it, but as he began feeling the sensual
moment of petting Maury’s chest, his body moved
closer, his own teen chest closing the gap on the
thirty-four year old’s back. As if falling into sync,
his legs separated, his knees locking to the sides of
Maury’s thighs. Jim did take notice when his cock
settled into Maury’s hairy ass crevice.

“Ooooooh!” Jim sighed at the feeling of ass hair
brushing along his cock walls.

“Do me, Jim,” Maury said softly, then sobered up and
asked Connor, “if it’s okay with you?”

“You know what that means?” Connor asked Maury.

Jim listened intently, as well.

“No. What does it mean, Conner?”

As if he didn’t know!

“If Jim takes your ass then he owns us both.”

”Hmm… part of Jim’s lair, huh?”

”Uh-huh.”

“A historic moment in time, such as this then deserves
a more prestigious place. Want to go upstairs?”

“You’re going to let me fuck you Maury?”

”Yeah. Would you believe it? After umpteen years, I’m
going to let a high school jock take my cherry?”

“You’ve never gotten fucked, Maury?”

”Nope. I figure the day I got fucked, it should be for
a good reason, too?”

”Are you sure you want me to fuck you, Maury?”

Conner says, “And you fuck me, Maury.”

”Oh, I couldn’t fuck you Connor.”

”Yeah, but it’s alright for Jim to fuck you, Maury?”

”Connor’s right. If you’re not going to fuck Connor,
then I’m not fucking you.”

”You want me to fuck Connor?”

”Hey, let’s get something straight from the beginning,
Maury. I’m a bottom,” Connor spells it out, like it
is, “always have been and always will be. You and Jim,
well you can be however versatile you want to be.”

”Sounds like a strong statement you’re putting to me
there, Connor.”

Joking, but serious, Jim states, “No, a strong
statement is what I have pointed at your as, Maury!”

Maury had to stop on the top landing to laugh at that
one, along with the two high school jocks. 

“Quick, to my room!” Maury called out, when they heard
some shuffling around in the kitchen.

“It’s mom and Maria!” Jim called out. 

Maury led the way. By the time Jim had slammed the
bedroom door behind himself, Maury and Connor had
already dove into the bed. As Jim approached the bed,
Connor and Maury parted.

Connor put on an act of royalty, “Oh master of the
lair, come lie with your cubs.”

“Sounds like a lot of bullshit to me, but okay!” Jim
replied. 

Taking him up on the invitation, Jim crawled in
between the two. Flipping over, he landed on his back.
He placed his hands behind his head, then unfolded his
arms, one around Conner, naturally. It took all of a
minute to gain the courage of placing his hand on
Maury’s shoulder. Maury had been serviced by enough
hot bottom guys, to know how to tantalize a guy’s
body. Turning on his side, he took the opportunity of
Jim’s raised arm, to lick at his teen arm pocket of
fur. 

“Ewe! He’s licking your armpit, Jim!”

”Do you see me complaining?”

Matter of fact, Conner watched as Maury licked Jim’s
armpit, then sucked on the hair follicles, as if a
fish sucking at the side of an aquarium. Not only
that, he watched the effect it had on Jim. He had the
same satisfying look on his face, eyes closed, moaning
softly, as if Conner had been licking his balls.
Moving his head forwards, Conner sniffed at Jim’s pit.
It did smell musky. The other pit, the one Maury had
all wet, couldn’t have been any more rosy smelling.
With closer examination, he stuck his tongue out.
Maury looked over, still licking. Feeling a bit o’the
devil in him, he put his hand behind Conner’s head and
pushed it forwards.

“Ugh! Maury, you fuck!”

However, after backing off and seeing both Maury and
Jim laughing their asses off, Conner gave into their
amusement as well.

“So, you want to play dirty, do ya?” Conner questioned
Maury.

Not giving the thirty-four year old time to respond,
Conner reached towards Maury’s hairy pec, the place
where the pinkish nips shown through and tweaked it
hard.

“Owwwwwch!” Maury cried out.

“No fair!”

Jim replies, on Conner’s behalf, “Oh, I’d say all is
fair in love and…. Love?”

It’s then that Jim’s statement hit home. Maury’s
temperament changed, like night and day. He reverted
to his sweet nature of thinking.

“I love you guys.”

Conner tries dissuading him, “Yeah, sure Maury. In a
day’s time you fall head over heels in love with two
guys half your age.”

”Yeah. Weird, huh?”

%


Continued……….

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