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

%

Um, Chad? 

A hand on his shoulder at first made him think a
customer had a question, but turning his disposition
made him tread back water.

What? Chad replied, checking off inventory.

Look, Im real sorry for acting like a total....
shithead.

That grabbed Chads attention.

Ill say, he didnt back down.

Listen, Zach went on.

He took the inventory clipboard from Chads hand,
causing the pencil to paint a line down the order
form.

Chad, Im going to go and get some professional
help.

Oh? Then, totally off subject, By the way, nice
sweatshirt.

Yeah, its a little big.

XXL? Chad says, bending the little tab at the back,
outwards.

So, I take a medium. Its the thought that counts.

Oh?

Mr. Courson had been concerned enough to help me
extract my ass from the dairy case... gave me his
sweatshirt.

I guess I kind of over-reacted some.

No you didnt. I deserved that punch to the jaw fair
and square, Chad.

Well, after Id simmered down, I didnt feel so proud
of myself, Zach. Believe me.

Still, I could understand the pressure I put on you
and Im real sorry.

They shook hands.

Zach asks, Now, can I have my job back?

%

Wheres my daddy? Diego asks Barry and Steve.

Coming to collect the kids, it did dawn on Barry and
Steve that the question might arise. So they decided
to tell the truth.

Your Daddy-Callan had a little accident at the
hospital.

Daddy-Callan? What happened?

Yeah, fill us in, the other two kids wanted to know,
too.

The two dads, Bernice, Philip and Aidan find out just
how much Callan has grown on the ten year old. At
first the silence, then the sniffles, then rain poured
down.

Ooooooh, Im sure your daddy is going to be alright,
Bernice replied, gathering the ten year old up in her
smooshy bosom.

In fact, Barry informed the young lad, I bet you
can go see him tomorrow.

Taco, too?

They dont allow dogs in the hospital, Diego, Aidan
informed his bud, but well take care of Taco for
you.

You will, Aidan?

Sure. If its okay with my dads.

Thatll be fine, Steve answered.

Thanks guys!

Bernice cordially invites, Now that youve had your
desserts, how about some dinner?

Oh, were too full for dinner, Aunt Bernice! 

Aidan expressed his need not to put anything more in
his full belly. The other two had their fill of Zebra
Cake, as well.

Thanks very much, but we have the other boys to think
about, as well and Im sure Max has something planned
for dinner.

Bernice then goes to the phone, dials, waits for the
other end to pick up, which happens and negotiates.
Two minutes later she returns.

Sounds kind of upbeat to me, coming back from the
cemetary, but Max says he wouldnt mind a night off,
if its fine with you two.

Both dads shrug their shoulders, giving the okay.

Next thing they hear, is the call of the wild,
Albeeeeeeeeeerto?

You dont have to scream, dear.

Oh, sorry darlin, Bernice remarks, seeing Alberto
standing directly next to her. Can you rustle up some
burgers of something for the Clark-Barr clan?

I think I can manage something, dearest! Alberto
replies in his overly-sweet manner, meant to be said
in front of others.

Steve and I will go collect the other boys.

Can I have a burger, too? Philip asks.

Yeah, me too, Diego says.

Me three? Aidan thirds it.

I thought you boys had been filled to the gills with
Zebra Cake? Bernice questions them.

Aidan speaks for all three, By the time dinners
ready well be all emptied out!

Hey, Aunt Bernice?

Yes, darlin? She acknowledges Diego.

Can we play monopoly?

Cool idea, Philip congratulates his ten year old
buddy with a hand to his shoulder.

Why surely. You know where its kept.

Aunt Bernice, youre the bestest! 

The other two agree with Philip, as they run off to
the den.

Walking back outdoors, through the iron arch, to their
own abode, Steve and Barry chat.

Looks as though Max might be feeling some of that
burden lifted from his shoulders.

Seems like it, Steve. After four months, maybe Max
can start to get his life back in order. 

I sure hope he can find another man or at least want
to.

Right. From what Chad and Matty have said, even
though Terry had broken off their relationship, at the
time, Max wasnt ready to pursue another one.

I didnt know that, Steve replies.

In fact, Chad is the one who said the Max didnt want
anything to do with another man.

Kind of being strict on himself. I mean, for a fact,
having you to hug, hold and do other stuff with...
well, to not have that... you know what I mean!

Indeed Barry knew, putting his arm around Steves
shoulder, cornering at the turn into the backyard of
their residence. 

After breaking from their kiss, Steve says, What
brought that on?

Nothing. Wanted to show my love for you. Thats all.

I cant believe that its been a little over a year.
Seems like youve been in my life for ages, Barry.

Right, which reminds me.

Whats that?

The Madrigal Dinner for this year.

Are you putting that on again?

Last years fundraiser was such a sellout that
parents want a reprise.

Complete with Barry Manilow as king?

Hmm... Ritchie Manilows last year.

I know. Hes a senior.

His last year, Barry. Get while the gettings good.

I hear ya Steve.

Better get Agnes on the mic, Monday morning, get him
into your office. Have Ritchie dial his Uncle Barry
right there, on the spot.

Barry had to giggle at Steves persistence.

Oh, by the way Steve, hows the LGBT little league
going?

Good. Oh, by the way, look for some of the boys
knocking on your door Monday morning.

Oh?

Yes. Seems that theres some homophobia going on in
the boys locker room.

Oh? How come you cant tell me about it, Steve?

What? And deprive these boys out of standing up for
their own rights?

True. I get your point. Ill keep an eye out for
them.

One of the reasons Im telling you is that your
assistant boss...

Agnes?

You got it. She usually grills any kid that tries to
see you.

Hmm, no wonder I dont see many students.

Which might not be great socially.

True. Its good that students come to me with
problems, even though there are guidance counselors,
the school psychologist and you teachers.

Oh, you dont know how popular youve come, Barry.

I think I do. I havent had one kid yet, run the
other way when they saw me coming.

Steve laughed it up, as they entered the house.

Youre in a chipper mood, Max, Steve tells him.

Max walked around the kitchen, gathering ingredients,
whistling a happy tune.

Whatcha doing there, Max?

Making some corn muffins. I called back, got Alberto
and offered to make a contribution.

Nice of you. So, Barry continues, how did you and
Matty make out at the cemetary.

Make out? We didnt do anything like that, Max says.
What makes you say something like that?

Barry looks to Steve.

I think what Barry is driving at, Max, is not making
out, like in kissin stuff, but making out like in
general? How did you find everything? In order?

Um, yeah. We did fine.

Thats all I was wondering. Steve and I are going to
get freshened up. If you see any of the boys, clue
them in to our dinner plans, Max?

Sure. No problem.

%

What do you think, Andy? Is Christian worth keeping
around here?

Um, sure.

Chad wondered about the cool reply.

He turned to Christian and asked, So, Chris, does the
work interest you?

Beats driving all over creation peddling booze!

Andy giggled, along with Chad, however, not getting a
definitive answer, he decided to put away his
questions for another day.

Well, Im going to be getting out of here. Zach is
still here if you have any problems and oh! Before I
forget. Birdy called for you. Heres his number,
Chris. You can use the phone in my office.

Okay. Thanks, Chad. You dont know what he wants, do
you?

Im not sure. Might be to go over what youre part
time responsibilities will be.

I see.

If you want, you can take off now, Chris.

No, that wouldnt be necessary. Um, Andy invited me
out for a beer after we close.

I see, Chad says, eyeing up Andys reaction, which
he doesnt get, seeing the top of his head, as Andy
bends to move some cans around in a box.

Dont wait too long, Chris. I think the cafe closes
at six on Saturdays. Its five now.

Ill make the call now. Be right back, Andy.

He might want to talk to you about staying at his
place. Remember he offered?

I know, but Andy offered me the extra bedroom at his
place.

Oh? Thats generous of you, Andy.

Chad began to have second thoughts about Andy being
straight, but then, as he headed back to his office to
get his coat, decided not to jump to conclusions.
Still, that doubt remained.

%

Hey you two!

Huh? Conner says, ready to doze off onto Jims
shoulder.

Huh? What? Jim suddenly becomes alert, from a light
nap.

Go home! Maury yells at them.

Why? You dont like us anymore? Conner questions,
being silly.

Maybe we better, before we get infected from his BO!
Jim jokes.

If I didnt have this tube stuck up my arm, Id haul
off and let you have it, boy!

Approaching the bed, Jim says, You mean like when you
grabbed my ankle and almost made me fall and break my
balls?

Hee hee.. youre a poet and didnt know it!

They both booed Maurys joke.

All kidding aside. Theres nothing you boys can do
for me here.

Wanna bet? Jim provokes. 

Moving to the curtain he grabs the edge of it, pulling
it closed, separating Callans portion of the room.

Excuse me, Jim says to Alonzo, asking him to move
his chair slightly.

Whats he up to? Maury asks Conner.

Beats me.

Soon, Jims plan unravels as he grabs the white sheet,
at the foot of the bed, crumbles it up in his fist and
gives a heave. 

What tha? Maury shouts out.

Shhhh, Jim says, putting his finger to his lips.
Youre gonna wake the guy next door.

Oh? Is he sleeping?

Yeah. His partner stepped out for some coffee.

Conner states, He probably knew we wanted some
privacy.

Privacy? Oh, so you are keeping something from me,
Connor. Okay guys, what little devious act have you
cooked up for me?

Connor began following Jims lead, placing his hand on
Maurys fuzzy thigh and running his flat palm up,
under the hospital garment.

Oooooooooh! Maury sighed. What are... you....
guys....ooooooh!

Maury went from a rigid Pilates stature, looking over
his body, neck bent, to flopping his head down into
his pillow, as he felt hands touch his balls. 

Ill take his stick. You take his balls, Jim
commented.

After making Maury hard as a rock, his monolith
standing up out of the canyon between his legs,
tenting his hospital skirt, Jim cued Connor into
taking on the stroking of Maurys shaft, while still
tumbling his orbs in his other hands. Jim saw the end
of the bow that held the garment in place behind
Maurys neck. Giving a gentle pull, it easily released
the bow. Not realizing what the hell was going on,
Maury just lay there, as Connor tantalized his grand
canyon. 

Oh, youre bad, Connor said to Jim, who shushed his
lover.

Reaching in, under the purple and pink posey garment,
Jim rubbed Maurys hairy chest, which produced more
sighing and moaning.

Oh man, Jim. Youve got him leaking! Connor said,
holding up his hand with goo all over it.

That aint nothin. Just wait!

Ulterior motives had been Jims objective from the
start. With two hands pawing Maurys hairy chest, his
fingers and thumbs latched onto his two nubs, adorning
each pec. With a tiny squeeze of each nip, sent Maury
into arching his back.

Damn! Take it easy Jim!

Show me, Jim replied.

Maury wasnt the only one getting his jiggles out of
this. 

Thats so fuckin hot! Jim announced, seeing
Connors hand slimed up.

Even Connor got into the erotic act, saying to Jim,
Look!

Holding up his palm, Connor licked it.

Ugh! Thats so disgustingly awesome! Jim
contradicted himself.

Hee heee... I think I have a cooler idea.

Connor says, Jim, youre such a slut!

Me? Im not the one eating Maurys precum like
theres no tomorrow, Connor!

By the time he finished his sentence, Jim had his tee
shirt stripped, his sneakers kicked off, his belt
unbuckled and unzipping his pants.

What are you going to do, Jim?

Hee heee... humilitate the hell out of Maury!

You better not be doing what I think youre doing,
Jim. Hell get pissed!

Ill get pissed at what? Maury overhears.

You didnt think that all this TLC was for free,
Maury?

Maury looked to the side of his hospital bed. Jim
stood there in his briefs, the eighteen year olds
thumbs clipped under the elastic, readying to peel
them off.

Wha.. what the hell are you doing, Jim?

If you want to dance to the music, you gotta pay to
the piper!

Now, both Connor and Jim knew Maury was a total top,
but as Jim tossed his briefs to the empty chair and
pressed one knee on the hospital bed, if remained to
be seen what would transpire. Maury didnt say a
thing. Connor had refrained from anymore massaging,
until Jim had climbed up on the bed, worked his body
so that his knees straddled Maurys stomach. His teen
ass lingered at first above Maurys cock, then moved
on up his body.

Watch out for the tube in his arm, Jim.

Dont worry. Pretty soon Maury here is going to have
something else dripping into his body!

No, Maury said, but not too convincingly.

Yes, Jim told him, moving up Maurys bod, so that
his cock now rested on his hairy chest, the tip of his
nine inch nail pointing like a compass, to Maurys
Adams apple.

Jim, what are you doing? You know Maurys a top!

Grinning, Jim left it as is. Maury didnt say a word.
His semi erect shooter lay there in the thirty-four
year olds nest of dark brown hair, between his pecs.
His eyes peered down, staring. They widened, looking
as wide as saucers, as Jims hand approached, laying
his palm flat across his barrel. Then with a pressed
motion, ground the sides of his shaft back and forth,
rolling it between Maurys pecs. Conner, left with
nothing to do, brushed Jims hand away and took up the
massaging action. Leaning back, Jim dropped his head
back, placing his hands on his own thighs. Maurys
eyes remained glued to the seventeen year old tenderly
rolling his lovers cock back and forth across his
chest, between his pecs.

Did you like your nips played with Maury? Huh?

Conner didnt wait for an answer. With his free hand,
he took up playing with the hairy nip, occasionally
wetting his finger and thumb before firming it up.
Maury gave in, his head crashing back into the pillow,
moaning like crazy.

Jim pointed out, Hes up again, pointing over his
own shoulder, with his thumb. He then let on, to
Connor, And you thought he was a total top!

Not saying a thing, Maury let the two teens play with
his body. 

I wonder... Conner had a thought. Instead of priming
his saliva, with Jims permission, Just a sec, Jim,
Conner stuck his hand down his jeans, emerging with
some shiny liquid on his finger. He dared to coat
Maurys lips.

What tha? Maury called out.  

Conner giggled.

You guys!

They both thought they had been in for it, until they
watched as Maury licked his lips.

He likes it, Conner. Give him some more!

Again, Maury didnt say anything, letting it all
happen. At the same time, Jims directive seemed to
give Conner permission to release him from massaging
his cut shaft. 

Yeah, hold on a sec, Conner replied.

Spritely, Conner undid his belt, unzipped, dropped his
jeans to ankle position, then anchored his elastic
waistline under his balls. One stroke up his already
lengthened tube gave him enough for a full feeding. 

Its so hot seeing Conner hard, isnt it Maury?

Him? Youre both hotties!

Jim and Conner both got a few giggles out of that.

As Maury sucked on Conners finger, Jim took on the
dominate manner, Yeah, suck it clean, Maury. Tastes
real good, to eat a high school boys cum, dont it?

Mmmm, Maury signaled in the affirmative.

More? Conner asked, pulling his clean-as-a-whistle
finger out of Maurys mouth.

Time to take it from the source, eh Maury?

Huh?

His gaze had changed from looking at the seventeen
year olds modestly hairy pubes, the hard shaft
bleeding out the gooey meal, to Jims dark, hairy
pubes, his hard shaft lying on his own chest, being
picked up in Jims hand, his balls springing back to
their roundness after being cut in two by the base of
his shaft pressing against them.

Normally Maury would play the part of the master,
feeding his manhood to the boy. He figured nobody was
around to tell the wiser, so he played along. Taking
his time deciding, Jim had leaned forward, putting
both hands on either side of the top of the pillow.
Maurys gaze looked to both sides, eyeing up the dark
hair formed in the hull of each of Jims pits, then to
his face.

Go ahead. Take it, Maury. I know you want to taste my
teen cock!

Both boys had Maury in their clutches. As he parted
his lips, dropping the tip of Jims cock in his mouth,
his arm, the one without the needle stuck in it, fell
from the side of the bed. Jim smiled, turning his head
to Conner, seeing him throwing his head back, then
looking down to see Maurys hand fondling his lovers
barrel.

Dont get greedy, Maury. You can suck out Conners
manjuice after youve had your fill of mine!

%

6 Continued.

© 2006  T. Chase McPhee 
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