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The story below is a work of fiction, set in the
format of reality. Any resemblance to real people is
entirely coincidental in nature. It is not meant to
accurately 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
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"Nature Country 01  (M/m oral JO)
Nature Walk continues
wriTten by T. Chase McPhee

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A continuation of the saga, Nature Walk, found at:
http://library.gaycafe.com/nifty/gay/adult-youth/nature-walk/

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Here Taco... here boy! 

Diego wanders around the Barr-Clark backyard, calling
after his favorite Chrismas present. Sliding open the
glass door, Philip and Aidan come running out.

Heeeeey Taco. Philip coaxes the pup away from his
master, with a dog biscuit.

Aidan focuses in on the high-strung doggie, as well.

Im here too, guys! Diego stands there, hands on
hips, waiting to be recognised.

Oh, hi there, Diego, Aidan says, receiving his share
of dog tongue on the face.

I think you like seeing Taco more than me, the nine
year old states as fact.

Aidan and Philip exchange glances, then circle Diego,
pup in arms.

How can you say that? Philip declares.

Arm not in contact with the tiny pup, circles the
blonde kids waist.

Yeah, Aidan adds, his two arms completing the
threeway circle, youve been our best bud all year!

Thats two months, almost, Diego sums up the passing
of 2005, plus a half month.

Totally out of compassion, eleven year old Aidan leans
in and gives their backyard friend a peck on the
cheek.

Gee, you never did that before, Aidan.

Philip tells him, Thats because he loves you and I
do too.

The peck on Diegos other cheek, thrilled the kid to
death, putting him in a totally revamped frame of
mind.

Thanks, guys, he returns their sign of affection.
Do you guys love me like you love each other?

Aidan and Philip look each other straight in the face.


Philip asks, Do you love Diego like you love me,
Aidan?

I dunno. Do you love me like you love Diego?

I dunno, Philip answers Aidans inquiry.

Simultaneously, the two older lovers reply, We
dunno!

Oh, Diego replies, somberly.

As if saving the day, before Diego talks himself into
any more depressed state, Aidan replies, But we still
love you like you are our brother.

That put a grin on Diegos face. First he turned to
Aidan and kissed him, then Philip.

Cool! He acknowledged Aidans and Philips
acceptance of the gesture. So what are you guys doing
today?

Is your dad letting you go to the church overnight,
Diego?

Yup. I already got my toothbrush packed.

What about your PJs? Philip asks, keeping Taco calm
with rubbing his belly.

Only thing is Im going to miss Taco.

Aidan inquires, Did dad-Callan get over Taco chewing
up his fuzzy slippers?

I think. I heard my daddy tell him that it was his
own fault for not keeping them in the closet.

He didnt blame Taco? Philip asked.

Oh yeah. He did. He told Taco he was a bad boy, but
he told dad-Callan he was a bad boy, too.

What did dad-Callan say? 

He said it didnt matter, that I was more important
than a pair of slippers.

You know what that means, Diego?

What Aidan?

Dads say that because they love you a lot.

Im a lucky kid.

We are too.

As if two older kids, Aidan and Philip look at each
other, smiling, sending their thoughts as if by
telepathy.

Yeah, were real lucky, Philip agrees, with the
eye-talk.

Did you eat breakfast yet, Diego?

Nope. My daddies said I have to walk Taco before
breakfast.

Did you?

Yup. He peed and pooped on my way over here.

Not on the sidewalk again, I hope, Aidan quipped. 

Yeah, Philip reminded Diego, dad-Steve was pissed
when he stepped on it.

Aidan goes on to tell about his dad, He cursed out
Taco real bad.

He doesnt like Taco? Diego pouted.

He likesm. Dads only say that, but get over it.

You know what we heard? Philip asks the blonde.

What?

Aidan squeezes into the conversation, taking over, as
if reading Philips mind, Our dads talked about
getting us a puppy.

Cool! What kind?

We dont know.

Changing the subject, as a result of rumblies in his
tummy, Diego asks, Whats for breakfast?

Aidan had his turn at holding Taco, as they made a
dash for the back door of the Barr-Clark home. Letting
the little mutt loose, the three adhered to the family
policy of no footwear allowed, if entering from the
rear. 

Mmmm, I smell pancakes! 

Nothing much new, since every Saturday Diegos been
over to the house for breakfast, featuring the butter
and syrup-soaked delight.
Rushing in to claim their seats at the long table,
they are soon greeted by the rest of the Barr-Clark
clan.

Hi dad-Steve and dad-Barry! Diego clings for a quick
body hug before taking his seat.

The other boys, Denis, Mark, Tom and Eric, greet him
with a hi or hey. Soon the cook is serving up the
cooked batter.

So, whats on your ticket for today, Max? Barry asks
the twenty-one year old.

In a slightly depressed manner, Max Masterson replies,
Im headed up to the cemetary.

Prior to the Christmas season, Max and his friends
found out the horrible news that his lover, Terry
Duncan had acquired AIDS. In the advanced stages, it
didnt take long for the disease to progress. He was
gone shortly after the new year rang in. Max returned
to cooking school. Since Barry and Steve,  had been in
dire need for a cook, they welcomed Max on board.

Steve offers, Chad and Matty are headed over here
this morning. Theyll want to go with you, Max.

They dont have to, Max replied, glum.

Terry was their friend too, Max, Barry tells him.

Not saying another word, Max returns to the kitchen,
portioned off from the rest of the room. Barry and
Steve keep tabs on him, watching him flip a set of
pancakes. Max leans against the counter, looking down.
Steve nudges Barry, gesturing his other half. Rising,
to the chitter chatter of the boys, he makes his way
to the silent part of the room. 

Settling his hands on Maxs shoulders, he asks,
Things alright, Max?

Breaking down, he begins to weep, replying, No.
Things will never be the same.

Dad-Steve, how come Max is being a cry baby? 

Focusing his attention on Diego, Steve tells him,
Because Max loved someone very much and now that
someone isnt around anymore.

Giving the same speech, more or less choosing parts of
the one Barry gave, when they explained it to their
boys, Steve gave reasons that satisfied Diegos
curiosity.

Is that why we gotta be good, so that when we get to
heaven, we can see people we love, when its their
turn to go away?

Steve couldnt have explained it better. 

So, leave us anything? A deep voice is heard coming
from the rear of the kitchen.

Hearing the back door slide closed, the noise
accompanied their backyard neighbors greetings.

Bout time you two fell out of bed, Steve welcomed
Alonzo and Callan.

At entry to the kitchen, Taco ran straight for Callan.

Dont come to me, you little slipper-slasher!

Steve busted him, Oh, how can you be angry at such an
adorable puppy, Callan? He then took a bite of
pancake, smiling.

Just you wait, Steve Clark, youll get yours! Callan
warned him, having some inside knowledge.

However, kids arent dumb. Aidan and Philip picked up
on it right away.

Dad, are we getting a puppy dog? Philip asked his
dad.

Yeah, are we? Aidan badgered, as well.

Maybe and maybe not, Steve teased.

When the other boys ganged up on him, six against one,
Diego joining the pirates, Steve felt like being
submitted to the plank.

Alright... alright... hush... a man cant even have a
nice quiet breakfast!

Possibly a get even tactic, Callan asks, Have you
picked out a name for him yet?

With a hand shielding the other, Steve gave him the
finger.

Anytime, Steve... anytime... Callan replied.

However, Alonzo stuck his two cents in real quick.

Yeah, right. Dream on, Steve.

Hey, its not like Im that type, Steve meant the
top position.

But, Alonzo goes on to say, Like you two wanted to do
me?

The kids went on with their conversation, as the
adults did theirs, excluding Barry and Max.

Gmorning! The next couple to arrive on the scene
greeted the dads and kids.

Running over to Chad and Matty, Diego gave them syrupy
hugs.

Hey squirt, watch the threads, Chad complained.

Chads hand kept Diegos mouth at bay until Matty
produced a napkin. Then Chad got the first tight hug.

Every Saturday morning, it seemed the two older jocks
got the same greeting.

I wish I had a big brother like you!

Both Chad and Matty reminded him with the same cordial
response, Well always be your big brother, Diego.

Um, Chad, Matty? Steve questioned, his fork pointing
to the stove area.

At it again, Matty asked, seeing Max broken up.

Yeah. It wouldnt hurt if you guys could hang around
after going to the cemetary.

Chad told him, Ive got to get to the store. Your on,
Matty.

No problem, the nineteen year old replied.

Both reported to the kitchen, replacing Barrys chat
with Max, helping him pour pancakes onto the griddle.

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Good morning boys! Risenshine!

Uggggh... came the rough reply from Jim Faulkner.

Connor Matthew, not even signaling a reply, plopped
the pillow over his head, grinding out any evident
sound.

Breakfast in bed! Maury chirped.

Now that stirred the two naked lads from their
slumber, Connor lifting his head from under his soft
tomb, Jim scooting up to a sitting position, but not
before hitting his head on the board above.

Owwwch!

Knock on wood, Maury giggled, setting the tray down
between the two. So, how did you two sleep?

What time is it? came seventeen year old Connors
reply, with a yawn.

Nine oclock. Time for all horny boys to be wide
awake, Maury again giggled.

Jim filled them in with, I was horny last night.

Connor, already stroking his morning wood, let them
know, Speak for yourself, both in words and action.

Nothing like adding a little protein to the orange
juice!

Youre gross, Maury.

I dunno maybe hes got something there, Connor.

Dare ya, Jim.

What? Jim questioned Connor.

If I jerked off into your orange juice youd drink
it?

Suddenly Jim wasnt so infatuated with the prospects
of having his OJ spiked with cum.

Thought so, Connor resigned to say.

Being the devilous tease he can be, their thirty-four
year old host prods, You going to let Connor slide
with that comment, Jim?

With a few more thoughts, plus a choice between bacon,
eggs and the cum-spiked drink, Jim resigns to, Maybe
later.

Now or never, Maury winks at Connor.

Two against one, Jim didnt stand a chance, Connor
edging Jim on with his tall stalk, hand-pumped.

I guess it would be okay, he began to breakdown, not
crazy about combining the two juices.

Thats the spirit! Maury shouted out, his hand
swiping Jims glass of OJ from the eighteen year olds
hand.

Um, wait...

Renegging? Maury says, still in with the persuasive
curve.

Um.. no, Jim replies.

Following the orange filled glass, minus a couple of
sips, he watches as Maury holds it near Connors
pubes.

Yeah.. pump it... pump it hard, Connor. Yeah, gonna
fill this glass to the top with your protein... youre
gonna be one healthy lad, Jim!

I cant wait, Jim gulped, responding facetiously.

Are you gonna just sit there, Jim?

Im gonna be swallowing your cocktail. What more do
you want?

Maury, move it so he can lick my balls?

I dont believe this, Jim complains, yet readily
complies, moving over into ball-sucking position.

That didnt take long... oh shit! Oh shit!

Quick! Move outta the way, Jim! Maury yells,
positioning the glass of OJ at the tip of Connors
cum-shooter.

In seconds, ropes of protein flow from the source,
spiking the orange fruity drink. With Connor still
panting from the hot cum-shoot, Maurys peddling the
glass of juice.

Here you go Jim. Straight from the cow... well you
know what I mean.

I think Im gonna be sick! Jim yells out.

No problem. Even us big boys need our protein drink!

Throwing his head back, Maury takes the whole glass of
OJ down, cum spiked and all. Adding the dramatics, he
licks his lips at the end of the drink.

Mmmmmm was that good. Damn, Connor, Ill be looking
forward to a regular protein drink from now on.

How about double the protein? Jim adds.

Holding out on me, are ya, Jim?

Hee heee, Connor giggles, turn Maury into our
cumdump, Jim.

Im game if you are, Maury replies. In fact, when I
have some of my college friends over, wouldnt it be
fun to have them sample your loads?

Jim inquires, Meaning the guys you invite over for
your kinky play, Maury?

One in the same. Now, what do you boys want to do on
this fine Saturday morning?

Connor takes the helm suggesting, Every Saturday we
run with the neighbors.

Okay. Well, why dont you two boys run along and
Ill...

Way ahead of Maury, the two have other plans.

Youre not getting out of this that easy Maury.

What are you talking about?

That! Jim Faulkner points to the beginnings of a
gut, forcing Maurys hairy navel to look deeper than
it is.

Pulling his hairy tummy up, Maury looks down.

Betcha you cant hardly see your jewels over that,
huh Maury?

Listen. You two boys better remember something.

Whats that? Jim persists.

I own this house and....

Oh, dont fill us with your silly threats, Maury,
Connor tells him, if you want to keep getting fat
like a hot air balloon and croak ten years before you
have to, then thats your business. Cmon Jim. Lets
hit the shower.

They left Maury standing there, with thoughts on his
mind. Before, he didnt have two young boys living
with him. Two that had opened his world to some daily
fun. Two to care about and have care about him. Yeah,
maybe, he said to himself. Gathering his wits, as
well as the remants of the breakfast tray, he made for
the kitchen. Shit! he exclaimed to himself, I
better hit the shower!

Ten minutes later, Connor and Jim ducked out the front
door of the cottage.

Hey! Wait up guys!

Maury was all smiles, as the two whole-heartedly
greeted him, all three donning their Nike sweats.

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Helloooooooooooooooooooooooobooooooyzzzzzz!

Aidans, Philips and Diegos sneakers bit the dust,
hearing the bellowing voice hit a Mariah Carey range,
from behind.

The three said in unison, Aunt Bernice!

They each took turns giving her a big hug.

Wheres your fathers?

Down, around the corner, someplace, Philip Barr
clued her in.

Ohhhh look at the cute little puppy... my is he
getting big.. woof - woof - woof, Bernice
communicated with Taco, bending over, hands on hips. 

What a sight!

Do you think he knows what youre saying, Aunt
Bernice? Diego asked.

Of course he does. He just asked me if I had a
biscuit and I told him I do!

Out of her pocket, Bernice produces a small-sized
Milkbone.

Wow! Diego is amazed. Aunt Bernice can do
dogtalk!

Well, look-it him go. Dont you feed him? She asks.

Aidan replied, Sure they do. This morning Taco ate
one of Dad-Callans slippers!

Oh, I bet he loved that, Bernice chuckled, as she
said it.

Whats up with our dads, Aunt Bernice? Philip
mentions.

Oh nothing that cant wait.

But Bernice didnt want to wait too long. It had been
an inconvenience as it is, to keep the small puppy at
her home, even though she was glad to do it, for the
boys sake. However, its her husband, Alberto who
wanted to know how many times he had left to take the
pup out on his leash.

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© 2006  T. Chase McPhee 
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