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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
most state and countries, you are not allowed to read
this story by law. Check with your local laws
regarding such. Sexual safety matters. This is
fiction. Use protection in real life. Got condom?

"Nature Country 03 (M/m oral anal Squirts)
wriTten by T. Chase McPhee

%

Ill have coffee and toast.

Coffee and toast? Thats it, Christian?

Ah, yes. I had a little before.

Before you left the house, I suppose. Seems like that
happens a lot to me, especially when Enrique is there
early.

Christian turned up all ears, as it became Chads turn
to go off on a tangent, the Dutch man taking in all
aspects of the history lesson, formulating his own
opinion of Chads lifestyle, other than the gay.

Whew! Not only can he cook up some great menus, but
he virtually keeps the house in good running order.
Hes as handy with a whisk, as he is with a hammer.
Also, the kindest person you ever met. Yeah, when
Mattys mom spoke up for him, its the best thing
anybody could have ever done for the guy.

Spoke up for Enrique?

Yes. He had been in the country illegally, until
Mattys mom found out. Believe you me, Christian, if a
person has a good heart and is in trouble, Bernice
Bridges is a good person to have as a friend.

Michael came over, intervening, to take their order.

Ill have the waffle, with the blueberries.

Michael wrote down Chads order, then asked, And what
will you have, Christian?

Um, coffee. A piece of toast.

Nonsense, the twenty-nine year old replies, pinching
Christians bicep, right through his white shirt,
youre nothing but skin and bone. No, Im scratching
the toast, Michael points the pencil point to the
order pad, Nope, were starting you out with one of
my famous protein shakes, then...

Whoaa!, Christian puts his hand up, like telling
traffic to make a complete stop, how much is that?

Its good for you.

I didnt ask the quality content. Not all of us are
made of money, no offense Chad, but I have to watch
what I spend.

Well, lets see, Michael leans on his other foot,
since youre new in town, Im giving you the Birdy
Special.

And whats that?

Depends.

On what?

Sitting back, gulping down some water, Chad got a kick
out of watching Michael give his guest a snow job.

Um, Michael fished for a key in. Your weight.

My weight?

Yeah. How much do you weigh?

Around one sixty-eight, but I dont see...

And your height is around six feet...

Six feet, one inch, Christian tells him.

Okay, lets see what we come up with?

Peering over the edge of the order pad, Christian
watched Michael figuring out all sorts of mathematical
equations. Meanwhile, Chad had gotten up, reached over
the barlike counter, helped himself to another glass
of water and sat back down at their table. He smiled,
knowing the trick Michael played on Christian. No
matter how it came out, Christian would be ordering a
free meal.

There we go! Michael let out on a happy note.

Whats all that mean? Christian asked about
Michaels figuring.

Numbers obscured their order, particularly Chads
waffles and bluberries.

What this means, Christian, is....

One difference in guys that Chads brought in, in the
past, he noticed that Michaels eyes never freely
wandered as much as they did now!

Your BMI, which Michael had no idea of how to
figure, is way too low.

It is? Christians face suddenly showed a look of
horror, pushing the pad down to his reading level.

Snatching it away, Michael reports, But its nothing
that I cant fix up for you.

Yeah, but how much is it going to cost me? Christian
retorted.

Oh, looking over to Chad, Ill let Chad off easy
this time!

Whizzing away, Christian said to Chad, Weird guy.

Who? Michael?

Yeah, the way he made up all that malarkey about my
BMI.

Oh, so you know all about a guys BMI, do you?

At one time I had an interest in working out.

Well, Michaels like that. However... Chad stopped
for another chug of water.

What? Christian was all ears.

First time I ever saw him checking out a guy so
thoroughly.

Checking out a guy? Me?

Hell yeah. Michaels eyes scanned you as if he had
x-ray vision.

But Michael doesnt know Im gay.

Chad fessed up to, Nobody has a keener sense of
gaydar, than Michael Byrd, believe me, Christian.

Really? Hes that sensitive?

Here we goooooooooooo! 

Michael made a sing-song tune out of plopping a tall
glass of milk down in front of Christian.

And a nice plate full of waffles, Michael dropped on
the table before Christian.

Um, had to ask you Michael, Chad inquired, but I
ordered waffles and blueberries, if you remember.

Got your order coming right up, Chad and heres some
syrup and... oh shit!

Its the first time Chad ever heard Michael curse in
front of a customer, but also the first time hes seen
him knock over a glass of milk into a guys lap.

Oh man what a klutz I am! Im awfully sorry about
that, Christian.

Its... o...kay.... Christian reported back, in slow
motion.

When the glass of milk upchucked into Christians lap,
the coldness of the dairy product, fresh from the
fridge, gave the twenty-three year old quite a leap.

Here, let me get that... I mean...

Michael suddenly realized he was wiping more than the
front of Christians pants. Suddenly, a wicked thought
invaded Chads mind.

Michael? he asked on the sly.

Yeah, Chad?

Why dont you take Christian upstairs to your
apartment and have him change out of those wet pants?

Huh? Both Michael and Christian questioned Chads
advise.

Sure, Chad kept up, I bet you both take the same
pants size.

Michael asks, What size waist are you Christian?

34, you?

34. Well, sometimes 33. Depends on the cut.

So, Michael changes from the outgoing, to the shy,
if you want to, I could find some other pants for
you.

I might have another pair in my car, Christian
replies,  feeling a bit shy.

Your car is back at the store, Chad tells him, Um,
but why would you have an extra pair of pants in your
car?

Michael, switches positions, his hand going to his
hip, leaning on it, asking, Yeah. Why would you have
an extra pair of pants in your car?

Hes right, Chad observes, reaching across the
table, to snag a piece of waffle. Not everybody is
klutzy like Birdy here!

For a moment, Chad experienced Michaels evil death
stare.

Um.. uh... well you see... uh.. I keep a whole
wardrobe in my car, just in case of an emergency.

Both looked at Christian.

Its Michael, still positioned with hand on hip,
relayed, Were not buying it!

Christian fell to his chair, sitting in the milk that
had dripped from his ass. He then realized how soggy
his crotch was, the milk squishing between his balls.

Hey Michael! Wheres my sausage? A patron yells
across the room.

Look down! Michael tells him, shouting back, then
keying his attention back to Christian.

The whole of the cafe roars out loud with laughter,
the patron taking it in good stride, having known
Michael most of his life.

Cmon. Up, Michael says, with a dominant twist to
his voice.

Huh? Christian questions, looking at Michael.

The pants? I think I can rustle up a pair to fit you.
Ill have your pants laundered and you can pick them
up tomorrow.

But...

Chad tells Christian, From experience, Chris, youre
not going to win, so just give them up?

Taking his apron off, he tosses it over Chads
shoulder, saying, take over.

Smiling, Chad tells Michael, Dont be too long
now!

%

After you boys change, were taking a trip over to
your Aunt Bernices.

What for Dad-Barry? Aidan inquires.

I dunno, Barry fibs, smiling at Steve.

Matty butts in, Max and I are going to head over to
the cemetary.

It puts a damper on Steves and Barrys news for the
boys.

Steve suggests, You know, it might be healthy for
Max, if you invited him to your get together.

We thought of that. He declined, Matty replies.

Theres a way to settle that.

Oh? How would that be, Barry? Matty inquires.

Dont give him a choice? Barry smiles.

Thats why I married this guy, Steve relates, arms
focusing on Barrys waist, chest moving to shoulder
blades, lips moving in for a kiss on the back of the
neck, hands rubbing up and down the polo shirt,
feeling up the bear bod underneath.

Ill keep that in mind. Thanks.

Were ready, Aidan replies for the two young guys.

Matty headed for the room off of the kitchen, to
collect Max, as Steve, Barry and the two boys lit out
the back entrance. Heading out, as they would for
Callan and Alonzos backyard, formerly Steves
homestead, they made a quick right, trying to keep up
with the boys.

Philip points out, which happens every single time
they pass under the wrought iron arch, Remember Aunt
Bernice put this in just for us!

Yep! Aidan replies, because were special friends!

The two pals lock arms over shoulders, continuing
their trek to the Bridges-Cruz home. Barry and Steve
catch up just in time to see the boys faces, as they
pry open the back door.

Hey dads! they hear Aidan yell out.

Philips amends, Aunt Bernices got a new dog!

Following right behind the sandy colored dog, Aunt
Bernice replies, Not my new dog.

Oh? Then whos is it? Aidan asks.

It hasnt dawned on the eleven and twelve year olds
yet.

Steve announces, Who do you think has wanted a puppy
all their own, dah?

This scruffy little guy is ours? Philip asks,
scratching him behind the ears.

Aidan picks him up, Philips hand still attached.

Hes so light!

Ooooooh how cute! Bernice sighs, clicking away, the
digital camera in both hands.

Cmon! Weve gotta go show Diego!

Albeeeeeeeerto? The wail is heard.

Yes, dear? He answers, in front of Steve and Barry,
rolling his eyes.

Get my jacket for me, pretty please?

Yes, dear, his eyes report the hilarity of the
situation.

As Bernice bounds out the door, hustling after the two
happy owners of a new dog, Albert heads back inside.

%

I think Im dying!

Too many enchiladas and not enough laps in that pool
of yours Maury! Jim Faulkner replies.

Whew! Am I out of breath.

Dont worry. Now that were living with you, well
get you back into shape, Maury.

Oh no.

Oh yes, the high school seniors tell him.

The thirty-four year old then collapses, back side
down, onto the sofa.

Oh no you dont! Connor and Jim call to Maury.

Pulling at his arms, they try to upright him.

Leave me alone, Maury protests. 

Bullying him, the two jocks get him up to his feet and
parade him out of the wide-screened TV room, down the
hall, through the kitchen and out to the pool.

Noooooooooooo! Maury sighs out loud, already knowing
what his fate is.

Like Maury, not even removing sweats, nor sneakers,
the two jocks join the thirty-four year old in the
pool. Soon sweat shirts, pants and socks linger in the
poor, as if thoughts caught in a dream. Six sneakers
float on the crests of the little waves.

Dont tell me youre going to complain, still? Jim
says to Maury, who floats upright in the pool, his
half semi stick standing like a mast.

Look at that volcano! Conner jokes, at Maurys hairy
belly, caving in at the bellyhole.

Owwwwwch! Maury yells out, as Jim slaps him hard,
topping the volcano. Youre mine!

Jim first starts swimming, then running in the shallow
end, with Maury on his tail. Every few seconds, Jim
turns his head to see Maurys progress. Connor floats
in the deeper end, laughing at the two, cheering Jim
on, keeping him in touch of his progress of fleeing
away. Suddenly, Maury stops, all of out of breath.

I cant chase you anymore. You young guys are too....
tooo...

Suddenly, Maury collapses, falling down into the
shallow end.

Maury?

Sitting up in the water, Connors demeanor turns from
gaiety to one of concern. Turning one last time, Jim
becomes aware of Maurys sudden break-off of the
chase. Churning his arms in the water, Connor makes
headway towards Maurys settling body.
Jim, who has reached the middle range of depth, jumps
in, breaking into a hard swim. Then, as if on cue,
both boys are enroute to the shallow end of the pool. 

As Connor reaches Maury, he tells Jim, Quick! Get
Maria!

Not even thinking of what he has on - nothing, Jim
races out the side door. Even in the cool outside, he
senses briefly that his balls are cold, but runs
across the lawn, to the main house. Connors mom comes
racing out, following Maria. Jim tails the two,
wrapping one of the ladies coats around his middle
area. By the time they reach the pool area, Connor has
dragged Maury, by both arms overhead, out of the pool.
He remembers, vaguely, his CPR course.
When Maurys Aunt Maria, a doctor at West Richland
Memorial arrives, she sets about checking vitals.

Before either Maria of Connors mother can ask what
happened, Jim is blabbing away, He was chasing me...

Then, while catching his breath, Connor states, Maury
just like collapsed. Jim went to fetch you and I tried
dragging him out the water.

Jim, standing there with goosebumps covering his
shoulders, begs, Please tell me hes going to be
alright?

Connor shows the same worry. Meanwhile, Barbara has
sought out some dry towels, covering Jims shoulders
and offering a couple to her son. She doesnt forget a
pile for Maury. 

Maury coughs and chokes, asking, What happened?

His Aunt Maria tells him, You blacked out. How do you
feel?

Like... even under stress, Maury, the complete
gentleman, in front of ladies, changes his vocabulary
from the s word, to, um... dont feel too good.

Lets sit you up, the doctor puts her hand under
Maurys shoulder. 

When Jim bends down to help, the coat falls from his
middle. He quickly decides that Maury is more
important than Maria and Connors mom seeing his
jewels.

You okay, Maury?

Placing his hand, circled around Jims ankle, he says,
Caught ya!

Looks like Maurys making a fast recovery, Jim tells
them.

Welcome back to the land of the living.

I didnt think I ever left, Maury tells Connor.

Connor, will you run upstairs and get Maury a dry set
of clothing?

Sure, Maria, Connor replies. 

Ill help you, Jim hustles off with him.

Dashing up the stairs, the two try drying off with
their towels. As they grab dry clothes for Maury, they
find extra sweat shirts. 

Might be a little big, Connors replies, putting his
legs in a pair of Maurys jeans. What do you think,
Jim?

Doing what he already did, Jim replies, Roll up the
pants legs.

Cool, Connor replies in the affirmative.

Helping Maury to Marias car, they find him very weak.

I dont like the looks of this, Connor remarks to
his lover.

Jim responds, I know.

Maury doesnt give much help in putting his legs in
his pants, nor arms in his shirt sleeves.

Hey, thats my lucky tee shirt, Maury still jokes.

Connor looks down at the white tee shirt, with the
four or five holes in it.

It doesnt look too lucky, to me! Jim tells them.

Upon arrival at the emergency room entrance, spying
Dr. Scalias car, plus the screeching of the wheels,
coming to an abrupt stop, signals the hospital staff.
Right away, two paramedics run out to the vehicle.
After Maria says something to one of them, he scats
back inside, returning with another paramedic and
rolling stretcher. 

Im fine, Maury protests taking the rolling route.

What Maurys intentions are and the direction his legs
want to take, seem like they are wired to different
brains. 

Ive got him, Callan OMeara shouts out, catching
Maury as he falls backwards. Uggggghhhh! 

In the event of catching Maurys six foot, one inch,
hundred and ninety-two pound body, Callan falls up
against Marias car. After Callans skull makes
contact with the top door of the car, he slumps to the
ground.

Oh my! Barbara Matthews exclaims.

Dr. Scalia calls out, Amber, run in and get more
help!

Yes, Maam, Amber Jones replies, running like an
olympic jogger, back into the hospital. 

Soon, more hands than necessary flock to the back
entrance to the hospital. 

What happened here, Maria?

Hey, Dr. Hannon, Jim says.

The thirty year old doctor, responds, Boys, smiles,
then keys into Marias important conversation.

Connor looks over to Jim. They both flutter eyebrows.
Even though still in the closet, a very few have the
knowledge of Dr. Peter Hannons sexual preferences. 

Jim leans in to Connors ear and mentions, Id dom.

Bet hes got a tasty one, Connor replies.

In a matter of a couple of minutes, both Maury and
Callan OMeara are flat on their backs, being rolled
into the hospital.

Dr. Hannon yells over to the desk, See if you can get
Alonzo Romano on the phone?

Right away, Dr. Hannon, the desk attendant says,
picking up the phone and flipping through the Rolodex.

%

After delivering twelve glasses of water, trying to
write orders on an order pad, meant for abbreviated
words, not full descriptions of a patrons order,
ferrying food from the chefs window, to the correct
table, Chad wipes his brow, wondering what on earth
has happened to Michael. Finally he sees him approach.

Where have you been Birdy?

Hee hee... I can always tell when youre mad, Chad.

Im not mad, just ready to pull my hair out. How do
manage to write down an order on this tiny piece
of.... hey! Wheres Christian?

In the shower. It got a little steamy up there,
Michael Byrd points upwards. I went first. Hell be
down in a sec.

Hmm... 

As Michael busied himself, pronto, he began telling
Chad some facts about Christian.

Did you know that he lives out of his car?

No, I...

Yeah and the poor kid is really getting ripped off by
Finley.

Ripped off? How does that go? Chad inquired,
standing there as Michael slowly returned things to
order.

The guys paying him piddly-shit and making him work
on commission.

Commission? Thats now how it worked with Marty,
Chad replied.

I know. With Marty is was salary, plus commission.

Right. I know that.

Thats why I offered Christian a job.

Thats mighty kind of you, Michael. Just forget all
the bad things I ever said about you.

Oh? And what would that be, Chad? Michael asks, a
dish towel in hand as his hand rests on his hip, a
classic Michael Birdy pose.

Never mind. So, tell me about the position youre
offering Chris.

Smiling, at Chad, he relays, now gesturing as a get
even tactic for the remark, I offered him a position
at your store!

At Barr & Bridges?

If you cant swing a full time position for him, he
can work here part time and there part time. Okay?

Birdy, the name Chad used with Michael, when teed
off, we dont have any part time openings at the
store.

How about quarter-time?

Not even that, Birdy.

Okay. Forget it. He can work here, whatever.

What about his job with Finley?

In the nick of time, to explain, Christian shows up.

Michael told me I should ask for salary and
commission and if Finley turns me down, then you would
be kind enough to offer me a position at your store,
which Id greatly appreciate, Chad. I mean, I can be a
very hard worker.

Um, things have changed, Christian, Michael looks at
Chad, making him feel like a heel.

Oh?

As separating day from night, thats the emotion
Christian showed, realizing the new job wasnt set in
stone.

Um, look, Chad started in, feeling the down turn in
Christians attitude, I can offer you part time.

As if the sentence never ended, And part time here,
Michael tossed in.

Anything is better than what Finley offered me,
Christian informed Chad, Michael hearing this for the
second time.


Chad adds, Plus, he looks at the cafe owner, Im
sure Michael can put you up, until you find a place to
live!

Evil death stare number two returned, only this time
Christian knew enough to laugh about the two guys
shenanigans.

%

3 Continued.

© 2006  T. Chase McPhee 
This story may not be sold or made part of any
collection without prior written permission.













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