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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 04 (M/m oral anal 'Squirts')
wriTten by T. Chase McPhee

%

Ooooh, look at Taco playing with... with... watcha
gonna name him, guys? Diego asks.

Philip and Aidan at first shrug their shoulders, part
of the trio of onlookers, watching the two puppies
wrestling.

How about Scruffy? Aidan questions Philip.

Scruffy?

Sure. You called Scruffy Scruffy, when we first met
him, Aidan informs Philip.

In the background, Steve, Barry, Alonzo and Bernice
chatted, the picture-taker wound down after shooting
fifty-something takes.

Arent they such darlings, the way theyre playing?

Are you talking dogs or kids, Bernice?

Both. I remember when I surprised Matty with his
first dog.

He had a dog?

Yes. In fact, when you folks blew into town, I looked
upon it as a godsend.

Oh? Barry asked.

Steve opened with, Thats right. You, meaning
Bernice, had to have the dog put to sleep a week
before they arrived. I remember you folks being
terribly  depressed.

Almost like your own flesh and blood, Bernice
sighed. 

The phone rang, which took Alonzo away from the
conversation.

We hear ya, Bernice, Barry replied. Weve had pets
come and go too, but nothing more devastating than....
never mind.

Steve and Bernice knew the terrible cause of Barry and
his familys departure from the East Coast, coming out
west to get resettled after the untimely murder of the
kids mother. Bernice, looking at the children playing
with the two pups, thinks of how blessed they all are.

Steve... Barry.. Bernice.. Ive gotta go. Can you
watch Diego for me?

Whats the problem, Alonzo? Barry asks, seeing him
uptight.

Theres been an accident at the hospital. Callan got
hurt.

The three adults show great concern.

Im not sure how bad Callan is. I dont want Diego to
know yet.

Steve, Barry, you accompany Alonzo. Ill take care of
these little urchins, Bernice offers.

Steve and Barry wholeheartedly agree. Bernice reported
to the trio, coaxing the two puppies, as if a
wrestling match.

Ooooooh, Scruffys got Taco pinned, Diego reports.

Aidan says, Yeah, looks like... like... he looked up
to Philip. 

As if communicating on a mental plane, Philip got the
gist of Aidans thoughts without speech. 

Yeah... does look like that, Philips eyes as much
relayed back the doggie positions.

What do you mean? Diego inquires of the two.

Fortunately Bernice plopped herself down on the rug.

Looks as if the pups are getting along.

Where did our dads go, Aunt Bernice? Philip asks.

Diego does the same, And my dad, too?

Um, Bernice fished for a friendly way of putting it,
one that would stear them away from the truth, they
went to see a mutual friend in the hospital.

They seemed to accept that.

Before anymore input could be given, she deviated to,
How about coming over to my place? I know for a fact
that Alberto has some leftover Zebra Cake in the
freezer.

She didnt have to twist any elbows, as the boys
grabbed their dogs, Aidan and Philip agreeing one
would carry Scruffy to Aunt Bernices abode and the
other carry the pooch home.

%

All the way back to Barrs & Bridges Food Market, Chad
had become all ears.

I cant believe what a nice guy Michael is. Wow and I
have my first gay friend.

What about me?

Oh, youre my friend too, Chad, only I have to do
business with you and...

And what?

This is moving all too fast for me, Chad.

What is?

Well, first I meet you and Zach. Plus Michael. Wow! I
have three gay friends. I suppose sooner or later I
might get to know your partner Matty.

Maybe, Chad said.

However, Christian cut right back in again, And wow!
You and Matty are partners. I never met a pair of gay
partners before. Whats it like, Chad?

Well...

I bet its cool. Do you like come from work every
night and you both give each other a kiss?

Yes and we also...

Do you two like have sex every night?

Um, I think thats kind of... Chad tried presenting
the personal view.

I bet youre the top guy or do you suck Matty off?

Chad had to draw the line somewhere. Crossing the
white line, pulling the SUV to the shoulder of the
highway, seemed like a good place.

Listen, Christian...

What? Is it something I said?

Chad was only slightly perturbed over Christians
deeply personnel interrogation. Hours ago, he came to
the conclusion that the guy apparently had been
socially unskilled at perceiving the gay world. It
wouldnt be the first time hes led some guy from the
dark, into the light.

More of less everything you said, Christian!

Christian sat there, watching Chads hands start with
palms at the bottom of his chin, rub up and over his
face, rustle his mane, kept there for a second and
then retreat from where they had been poised.
Repositioning himself, Chad turned in his seat.
Christian new that Chad had prepared himself to say
something. He gave the driver his full attention.

Look, Christian, like Zach said before. You dont
come out and ask a guy questions like you asked me.

Sorry. Did I get a little too personal, Chad?

A little?

I guess I did, Christian deduced by the fact Chad
sat there in silence. Maybe thats why Michael did
what he did.

Chads face suddenly displayed the look a person has,
that looks for an steamy explanation. 

Um, exactly why did you and Michael have to take
showers?

Its kind of personal, Chad.

There was an aching in Chads loins, to know.

Ill tell if you tell.

Youll tell me what, Chad?

Um, Chad fished for any bit of information he
figured would be enticing enough to get Christians
secret out of him, I know. Matty and I started out
versatile, but now I top him.

Yeah and?

So, what did you and Michael do for forty minutes,
while I had to play waiter?

Oh that.

Yes, that! Now talk! 

Well theres nothing much to say. We went upstairs.
Michael started looking in the draw for a pair of
pants. He told me to go in the jon and take mine off.
By the time I had taken my pants off, the milk had
soaked through my tightey-whities as well, so I took
them off. Plus, taking off my pants had wet up my
socks, so they came off as well. When I walked back
into the bedroom, the flaps of my dress shirt pretty
much covered most of my pubes.

Yeah? Chad asked, his left hand already in his
pocket, trying to coax his pisser to follow his left
leg.

Christian went on, as Chad made some adjustments, I
didnt get it when Michael said hes had a lot of
sausage prepared for him, but none like mine.

Chad educated him, Sausage, like big cock?

Oh, I know now. But I didnt, until... shouldnt we
be heading back to the store?

No!

Chads churning balls forbid him to turn the key, on
the steering column.

No?

I mean.. weve got a little time. I wouldnt want you
to go all day thinking that you didnt finish your
story, Christian.

Oh. Okay. Thanks Chad.

No problem, man, Chad replied, almost disappointed.

Okay, so Michael had been on his knees, looking in
the bottom draw for a pair of socks. He says that from
force of habit, he never pairs his them off after
laundering them.

How interesting. Then what happened?

Really Chad was thinking that not pairing socks off
was going to pay off big time for Michael, if
Christians story headed in the direction he thought
it would twist.

I came up to him and hadnt realized it... I
apologized to Michael.

Yeah? Chads eyebrows went up, as if detecting
something radioactive.

He hoped he had kept his hardness a secret, pressing
it down his left pants leg.

Well, I didnt really think it was my fault that my
cock accidentally whipped Michael across the bridge of
his nose. I mean, Chad, I couldnt help it that as I
walked my cock was slapping back and forth. If I had
had my briefs on, that would have contained them. But
as I got towards Michael, the tip of my cock
accidentally hit him on the cheek. Do you think it was
my fault?

At this point, Chad would declare it no fault and get
on with the story!

Um of course not. What happened next?

Michael looks up at me and asks if Ive ever had
anybody suck my cock.

And have you?

Thats kind of personal Chad, dont you think?

In his lust for knowledge, Chad realized he had turned
into a history buff for sex education.

Um, yeah. Could be, Chad fudged, but I figure if
its part of the story youre trying to convey,
Christian, then its not.

Huh? Christian obviously showed perplexity.

Continue. You whipped Michaels cheek with your cock
and then what happened?

I didnt whip his cheek!

A ploy to get him moving, Chad looked at his watch.

You better hurry.

The twenty-three year old fell for Chads deception,
spurting out details.

Oh yeah. Well, I told Michael that Ive been
propositioned but never really had any guy suck my
cock. He then said something like thats a shame. I
asked why and he said the only way to fully explain it
is by a live demonstration. Well, one thing led to
another and soon Michael has his hands underneath my
shirt, pushing it up and his lips wrapped around my
cock. Man, I can tell you, Chad, Christian divulged,
his own hand feeling his crotch, looking out the front
windshiled into neverland, saying, it felt so...
so...

Chad filled in the blanks, Fucking awesome?

Yeah. Thats it!

Its then that Chad sensed Christian knowing that for
the past few minutes he was experiencing some type of
chain reaction in his lap.

Um, you hard, Chad?

Chad didnt check the mirror, but knew from
experience, that flushed feeling had come over
himself.

Sorta, he half told the truth. So, did Michael suck
you off?

Not worrying about expelling the personal truth,
Christian told him, Well, I dont know if this has
happened to you, Chad...

Try me....

Huh?

What has happened to me, Christian?

Well, I began to feel so, so good about Michael
having his mouth on my cock. I mean, he has his tongue
going around and around the length of my cock, it felt
so awesome! Then, he worked the tip of his tongue into
the place where... where my pee comes out!

Betcha that felt good? 

Did Chad really have to ask!

Oh yes. Have you ever had your partner do that?

What hasnt he done? Chad said softly to himself.

Huh? What was that?

I was saying, Chris, that... um, yeah, Mattys done
that to me before. I can agree with you that it feels
real awesome. Um, its called your piss slit.

Piss slit, huh? Yeah I guess that kind of describes
it, Chad.

Chad sees Christian in deep thought.

So, then what happened? I mean, what happened that
put you two into such a sweat?

Oh well, this is the part that kind of made me feel
guilty.

Made you feel guilty, Christian?

Yes. I feel embarrased telling you.

Hey, Chad leans over putting his hand on the top of
Christians shoulder, were good friends now. Come
on. If I can let on that Matty likes sucking me off,
then you can tell me all about what makes you feel
good, eh?

Well, sure. 

Christians gaze picks up what Chads been trying to
hide in his lap. Diverting his attention from
Christian, Chad looks at the twenty-three year old,
then down to his own crotch and back up to the Dutch
lad.

Yeah, okay, Chad confesses, so your story got me a
little erotically involved. So?

You? Christian says. 

Picking up his brief case from his lap, Christians
boner pops up from being held securely down. Chad
laughs out loud.

You and me both, eh? Chad says, now openly firming
the side of his tubular pants leg.

Is it okay to do that here? Christian looks out all
sides of the SUV, In public, Chad?

Nobodys going to see us.

On the contrary. As soon as the words left Chads
mouth, flashing red lights are seen from the back
window.

Were you speeding? Christian asks.

Um, is the car moving? 

Acting nervously, Chad stretches his legs out,
pressing, hoping for his erection to subside.

Catch you later on the rest of the story.

There wasnt much to tell, here...

Christian takes a map out of his briefcase, opens it
and flings it onto Chads lap.

Cool! Good thinking, man.

Well, well, well. What have we got here?

Oh. Hi Mike!

Bending down to get a better look into the SUV,
Officer Mike Greens ass now competes with traffic.

Long time, no see Chad. Hmm, whos your friend?

Mike, meet Christian um, again Zoutendijk becomes an
obstacle of speech patterns, our new distributor from
Finleys... for how long, I dont know, but...

Nice to meet you, Mike says.

The traffic on W. Giesen St. get a break, as Mike
leans in, his gut folding over the window in the door,
the side of his chest seemingly in Chads face, his
pit absorbed by Chads nostril, as he extends a hand
to Christian.

Its nice to meet you too.

In the process of exchanging greetings, the
Christians briefcase falls to the floor, skiing right
down his legs.

Here, I got it, the thirty-seven year old police
officer reaches for it.

Too late for Christian to hide anything.

Oh my, Mike says, now retreating from the SUV. Then
insinuating something, he whips the map off of Chads
lap. You too? And in public, Chad? Shame on you two!

Traffic is once again obscured. To some, material for
some motorists, a hand-to-crotch action.

I swear, Mike...I... Chad tries weaseling out of his
predicament.

Christian looks petrified.

Then Mike lets out a roar of laughter, saying, Hee
hee... gotcha, didnt I?

Nah, Chad replies, Not really.

Get outta here, Chad Barr. I mean, look at your
friend over there. Hes scared shit.

Well, not me, knowing that youre one of us?

Shit, Chad. Do you have to go and tell the whole
world? Mike scolds the nineteen year old.

Like whos Chris going to tell, Mike? Besides more
then half the town knows youre gay... knows youre
shacked up with one of the towns shrinks.

Mike lends his ass to the road once more, bending into
the SUV. 

Nice to meet you, young man, Mike offers his hand.

Christian extends the same greeting. On his way out
of the vehicle, Mike looks down into Chads lap. His
hand slaps against his cock.

Oops, sorry bout that.

Yeah, right Mike.

Oh, heres your map. 

Mike picks up the windshield wiper thats acted as an
anchor for the sparsely populated road map.

Yeah thanks. Chad kids, I guess I should be
thankful your hand didnt hit the windshield washer.

Oh, you mean this?

Get outta here, Chad slaps Mikes hand after its
released a squirt of blue fluid.

Friendly sort, Christian tells Chad.

Sometimes a little overly friendly.

I dont believe he touched your um... lap, Chad. Do
you think it was an accident?

Before peeling out into the traffic, Chad gave
Christian a look. He wasnt about to explain it now.
That would take another lunch hour!

Here. Thanks for the use of the map!

%

Um, he going to be okay, Maria?

Dr. Scalia stood there, rubbing the hairy forearm of
her only living relative left in the world, next to
the love of her life, Barbara Matthews, Conners mom.

He took a nasty rap in the skull, no thanks to you.

Maury knew his Aunt Maria joked. A brash sense of
humor matched her personality. However, he did see the
concern on her face, as she stood above him, peering
over his bed, to the man in the next hospital bed. The
one who tried catching him from falling into the
vehicle. A moan tore all four of them, Maria, Barbara,
Conner and Conners honey, Jim, away from Maury. They
now hovered over Callans bed.

Hes coming around, Jim replied, taking in the
natural beauty of the Irish man.

Thank God, Barbara, herself a fairly religious
woman, commented, adding, our prayers have been
answered!

Jim turns to Conner and asks, You believe in that
stuff, Conner?

It worked, didnt it? He answered his teen partner.

I suppose, Jim responded, his head turning to the
awakening paramedic.

How so you feel? the good doctor asked.

Great, Callan replied, trying to sit up.

Oh no you dont! Maria quickly placed her hands on
his shoulders.

Jim wished they were his! Conner caught the intent
glance, slapping Jim on the arm.

So only Conner could hear, Jim commented, Hes cute.

Smiling, Conner softly said, Yeah, I know!

Conner?

Yeah mom?

Her look told all that was needed for her to respond.

Okay mom. We get the message. Cmon, Jim. Mom needs a
cup of java!

That wasnt it, but he know that his mom knew!

Excuse me? Barry asked.

Opening the door, Conner and Jim thanked him for doing
so.

Is this where Callan OMeara..... is?

Before Barry could finish, Alonzo brushed passed,
between Barry and Steve, on course for the bed the two
woman stood beside.

Oooooh Callan... Babe, are you alright?

Its the first time anyone outside of Callans and
Alonzos world witnessed the deep love the two had for
each other. Not being able to rise up from the bed,
Alonzo leaned his chest in to embrace his lover. Dr.
Scalia even permitted it!

Hi there, Maury called out to no one in particular.

Have we met? Steve walks over next to Maurys side.

Um, are you taken?

Watch out, Maria called to Steve, Thats my nephew.
Im just warning you hes got a warped sense of
humor.

Oooooh, Aunt Maria, Maury scolds back, with a glint
of humor, hows a guy ever going to snag a.... oops!

Barbara Matthews excuses herself, to go hunt down
Conner. Dr. Scalia returns to Callans care, as Alonzo
asks some questions.

Maury then realizes that Steve Clark might not be gay!

Oops what? Steve asks.

Barry, his arm encircling Steves waist, lets on, I
think what Maury is wondering Steve, is, one, are you
gay? And two, are you taken? Yes on both counts!

Darned it, Maury uses the watered down curse. Where
are all the single, gay men in this town?

Good question, Barry agrees.

Steve looks at his lover, stating, Why? You looking
for a trade-in?

Force of habit in private, Barry accidentally says out
loud, Im getting that belt out.

Um, Barry? Steve shows some embarrasment.

However, with quite an excited reply, Maury lets Barry
off the hook, Into a little spanking are we?

It then becomes a two way conversation, as Steve asks,
Are you?

As long as your ass is on the underside of my palm!

Hear that Barry?

I hear it Steve and you can forget it. Both of you.

Silence remains golden for all of thirty seconds.

So, what else are you into Maury?

Bondage, um...

Forget it, Steve, Barry tells him.

Were just talking about it Barry. Doesnt mean Im
going to get involved in it.

Well, remember that youre a high school teacher and
you dont want stuff going around like that.

Barry goes to see how Callan is, the latest updates on
his health, as Steve and Maury chat.

%

Matty, do you think Im ever going to find another
guy?

Depends on you Max. It takes time to... well, I dont
think we really get over somebody we love.

I know. Ill never forget Terry.

This is when the tears set in, as Max and Matty stood
there by Maxs twenty-two year old lovers grave,
taken by the AIDs virus. Matty was happy to allow Max
to cuddle into his chest, as they hugged. The only
thing Matty wasnt counting on is the tingling feeling
down yonder, at zipper level. Matty could tell that
Max noticed. As they broke, Max took a quick glance
downwards.

Sorry bout that, Matty.

Its no problem. My fault, I guess.

I can... never mind.

Max turned and walked away, towards the car.

Wait up Max, Matty ran to his side.

You know, if our relationship hadnt been so loose,
maybe Terry would still be around.

Can I say something here, Max?

Sure.

When you two broke up...

I still loved him. I didnt want to, Max replied, as
if defending himself, again cuddling up to Matty.

Youre not blaming yourself, are you?

If I refused to let him go, maybe he would have
listened.

Listen, Max. I didnt know you and Terry very long,
but one thing I did learn is that Terry was a free
spirit.

True.

It was one thing that you could get him into drug
rehabilitation, but putting restraints on sexual
inhibitions are two different things.

Do you think one if more difficult to overcome than
the other?

Thats a tough question, Max.

But in Terrys case, it seemed that the sex overtook
preference, if you know what I mean?

Oh, I do. I mean, I dont think anybody could see
what was happening, how Terrys life changed so
drastically, in so short a time. Even our best
friends, Miguel and Juan commented, tried to help him
and Terry didnt want to pay them any attention.

So, you see that there wasnt anything you could do
or say to help him?

I suppose.

Again, standing at the rear of the small cottage, near
the entrance to the memorial park, the huddle between
the two broke. Max looked down to see if it was
still there.

Yeah, so I got a woody, Matty spoke frankly.

Max stare into Mattys eyes. Without speaking, Matty
knew what the twenty-one year old lusted for.

Shit, Max, Matty said, knowing what Max wanted.

Forget it, Matty, Max replied, getting the message,
turning to walk away.

Mattys hand caught his shoulder. Out of pity, plus
knowing what a man needs, he reconsidered his actions.

How long has it been, Max?

I said forget it Matty. Im not going to jeopardize
our friendship over a blow job.

But Matty wasnt letting Max back down so easily.
Grabbing hold of his jacket, he pulled his over to the
cottage door. It opened. Looking about and detecting
no one else, he dragged Max along with him, inside.

Matty, what are you doing?

Getting a much needed blow job.

No way, Matty.

However, the sound of Mattys zipper opening, making
that zip sound, made Maxs mouth water. So
intoxicating was the sound, the visual playing a part
in the surrender, brought Max to his knees.

Oooooooooh! Matty exclaimed, as the warm mouth
surrounded his pleasure tool.

Once Max got into it, he peeled Mattys pants further,
spreading his palms over his friends ass cheeks,
rubbing them. Even though it a chilly day, Matty
peeled his light jacket, tossing it behind him, too
caught up in the tongue swathing his shaft to bother
about neatness. Lost in the moment, he allowed Max to
work his hands up his shirt, feeling fingers up and
down his trail, a finger dipping into his navel, then
two hands playing with his pecs. At first, Matty
pulled the front of his shirt up, wanting to view the
hands playing on his chest and stomach. Then he
removed it altogether, making him buff to the ankles.
Slowly he began to do the same to Max. This horny
desire came over the twenty year old, pressing him on
to get Max out of his clothes. With mouth engaged, the
only oral tool Max needed, he easily let his jacket
fall off his shoulders. He didnt fight the feeling,
letting Matty unbutton his shirt, nor picked up on the
last button on his shirt, the one right below his
hairy navel, pop off, as it was hastily removed,
turning its sleeves inside out. 

Popping off his cock, Matty said, Cmon, get out of
those pants.

As he directed Max to do so, Matty kicked his shoes
off and depantsed himself. The two walked about the
caretakers hut in socks. 

Oh man youve got me so fuckin hot, Max! Matty
said, keeping his fucking tool firmed.

Retrieving his pants, Matty unfolded his wallet,
pulling a condom from it. Ripping the top of the
square packet, he spat the cellophane out of his
mouth. By the time he reached a potters table, Max
had already bent over it.

I know this sounds cruel, Matty said to him, condom
all smoothed down his shaft, but I do this on behalf
of Terry, for you!

Before Max could get wind of what Matty said, his cock
tip was making entry.

%

4 Continued.

© 2006  T. Chase McPhee 
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