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

%

“Mm-ah! Dammit!”

“What seems to be the problem, Max?”

”Jars! Why do they have to put the lids on so tight
that you need a cannon to blast if off?”

Steve walks over, asking Max to surrender it. Barry
laughs his ass off, watching Steve choose six
different position to loosen the dang thing. His
favorite is watching Steve hold the jar between his
legs, tugging at the cap, his whole body meshed in the
struggle, looking as if he’s constipated!

“Here, give me that!” Barry tells him.

“Better hit the bowflex, dad-Barry.”

You think you’re so smart, you open it!”

Soon the tight-lidded spaghetti sause jar is passed to
Chad, who has poked too much fun already.

“Hi guys!”

Changing from their Sunday best, Philip and Aidan
enter the kitchen, Scruffy trailing them.

“Whatcha doing?” Aidan inquires.

“Testing Atlas here,” Steve replies to his sons.

“Can I try?”

Chad, in the middle of an ‘umpff’, his hands red from
trying to pry the lid off, responds, “This is a job
for a man, no little squirts like you guys!”

The remark didn’t go across too well with Aidan and
Philip. Growing by leaps and bounds, their dads even
saying so, got their pride stepped on.

“Gimme that thing!” Philip barks at Chad, stealing the
jar away.

“Heeeeeeeeeeeey, I almost had it!”

“Yeah right, Preppy.”

“I didn’t see you lending a hand.”

“Don’t worry,” Matty assures Chad, “the squirts don’t
hold a candle to you.”

“Getting kinky are we, Matty?”

Matty let the bdsm comment go.

“Give up squirt,” Matty badgered Philip.

“Unh-uh,” Philip protest, barely able to hold the wide
mouthed jar in his hands, let alone unscrew the cap.

“Here, I’ll hold the bottom. You take the top.”

“Good idea, A!” Philip called out, surrendering the
glass jar.

“Still ain’t gonna work,” Matty told them.

“Wanna bet?” Philip says to Matty.

Like shooing a fly, Matty lets it ride. However, Chad
has other motives.

“Go ahead, bet him.”

”Bet? Bet what?”

”Five bucks.”

”Five bucks? Heck, that’ll be a cinch.”

Suddenly Aidan and Philip stop teir actions, Philip
breaking off.

Walking up to Matty, Philip says, “If we get this
open, will you eat your Mets cap?”

“Eat my Mets cap?”

”Yeah. You’re supposed to bet if somebody can do
something, you’ll eat your hat.”

”I’m not going to go and eat my Mets cap and that’s
final!”

The adults giggle, looking at Matty, hands on his
hips, bent over to tell Philip off.

“Never mind then,” Philip says, going back to Aidan
and the jar.

“Will you just gimme that?” 

Finally Matty goes for the jar, but Aidan and Philip
are still keeping their dibs on it.

“Give it up!” Matty says to them, trying to pry it
loose.

“No!” The squirts yell out.

“Fork it over.”

”No!”

“Okay!” Matty lets loose, taking his baseball cap off,
smoothing his locks back and replacing it. “I’m giving
you two minutes to get it off, then it’s my turn.”

”You gonna eat your hat,” Aidan presses, “if we get it
off?”

“I’m not eating my hat.” Then in a fit of desperation
to get the spaghetti sauce open, so his rumbly stomach
can get some food stashed inside, Matty relents, “I’ll
eat your little boy balls!”

“Want a hand with that, squirts?” Chad offers.

“Shaddup, Preppy. No help. The squirts gotta do it on
their own. Gimme that timer, Max.”

Matty sets the timer in place, setting the dial for
two minutes.

“Go!”

Chad jerks Matty’s chain, whispering, “What happens if
you win? They get to suck your man-balls?”

”They wouldn’t be able to fit one in their mouths!”
Matty informs him.

“Would be fun if they won!”

”No way in hell. They’ve already been struggling with
it. Two minutes isn’t going to mean a thing.”

Working feveriahly, they try tapping the lid on the
floor, on the table. Still it stays firm. The bell
goes off. Just in time, the jar lid flies off. All at
once the spaghetti exits the jar, spilling out onto
Philip’s front. Aidan falls backwards, being caught by
his dad.

“Good catch, dad!” 

“Yeah,” Steve replies, his hands greased with the red
sauce that covers Aidan as well.

“Too bad... tsk! tsk! tsk!,” Matty replies, sucking
his teeth.

“Whadya mean?” Philip’s eyebrows press together in
anger.

“The timer. It beeped before the lid came off.”

”Did not!” Philip contests.

All attention is now focused on the discrepancy.
Stepping into the fray, Max addresses the situation.

“Um, if I can say something, the timer went off
‘after’ the boys opened the jar.”

Matty gives Max the evil eye, as he takes the
three-quarters filled jar away. Silence prevails.

“That’s that,” Philip says, wiping his hands together,
as if dusting them off.

“I think you boys better go upstairs and change?”
Barry tells them.

“No wait. Matty’s gotta pay up!” Aidan smiles.

“Get outta here. I’m not sucking your boy balls. That
was just a fragment of speech.”

“A what?” Philip asks.

Aidan and Philip exchange shrugging of shoulder,
wondering what Matty means by his excuse. Aidan then
flicks an evil grin at his loverbud.

“Not only that, but since we both opened the jar, you
gotta suck both of our balls, Matty!”

Matty turns to Steve.

“Don’t look at me. I’m not bailing you out of this
one, Matty!”

“You... you’re encouraging your own sons, Steve?”

“Hey, I’m not saying either way. You got yourself into
this mess. Next time watch what you say in front of
youngsters, Matty.”

”I can’t believe this! Chad?”

It seems like all odds are against Matty, trying so
desperately to get out of this jam.

“Why don’t you just suck’em off and get it over with?”

What Matty didn’t get, is when he confronted either
Steve or Chad, giving them his undivided attention,
the two squirts formed a circle with their thumb and
index finger, branching out their other three, giving
their dad and older bro the ‘okay’ sign. In other
words they had been pulling Matty’s chain and he
hadn’t caught on yet.

“Get on with it? Right here?”

The expression on Matty’s face was priceless, as he
caved in to the eleven and twelve year olds’ demands.
Philip took on Matty’s right arm, as Aidan tugged on
his left, a signal for the twenty year old to fall on
his knees. They almost got lifted off the floor, as
Matty resisted their actions.

“No, it’s not right. I’m no pervert!”

“Oh come on Matty,” Philip pleaded.

Aidan backed him up, “Yeah, you promised!”

As one last ditch effort, Matty offered, “Geesh! I’d
rather eat my Mets cap.”

Philip and Aidan liked that act of humiliation too.
Maybe not as much fun as scrambling Matty’s brain.
After their little powwow, they let Matty off the
hook.

“What are you going to wash it down with?”

“You’ve got to be kidding?”

“Yeah, okay,” Philip, the main negotiator said. “We’ll
think up something else.”

Aidan, agreeing, went along with him, saying, “We’ll
let you know, Matty.”

With that, the two young boys took off for their
bungalow.

“Alot of help you are!” Matty then confronted Chad,
slapping him in the stomach.

“Hee hee..” Chad giggled, “They sure had you going.”

”What do you mean by that, Preppy?”

”Do you really think that Steve would stand there and
let you suck his son’s boy balls?”

“Wait... you mean this was all a put up?”

All Chad had to do is stand there. His silence spoke
for him.

“Oh, you’ll get your’s, Chad Barr!”

%

“How did you boys sleep last night?”

“Not bad,” Luke replied.

“Better than sleeping on a rock,” Seth told Gary.

“A rock?”

The nine year old’s statement was enough to begin a
conversation to help uncover the reason’s behind two
boys’ hitchhiking experience.

“So, why did you boys leave home?”

Of course, Seth had been the more talkative of the
two, so he took off like wildfire.

“My ma ran off with some guy and all I had was my dad.
But he wasn’ta my real dad. I don’t know who he was.”

”Tragic.” Is all Gary could think of saying about
Seth’s side of the story. 

Seth went on to tell, “And Luke had folks who didn’t
give a shit about him.”

“Powerful words for a nine year old,” Zach said,
dumping some Cap’n Crunch into Seth’s cereal bowl.

“More... more... okay, that’s enough,” Seth replied
when a mound formed in the bowl.

After a brief silence, Seth carried on, “Where was we?
Oh yeah. Luke has folks that didn’t much like him.”

More pointing his question towards Luke, Zach asked,
“So, did you two meet up while in Texas?”

”Yup,” Seth stole the conversation out from under
Luke, not that he was ready to respond. “At a truck
stop. Luke saved my life!”

”Oh?” Gary’s curiosity picked on. “Is that so?”

“Yeah. What the hell,” Luke replied, when he and Gary
connected eyesight.

“So, you’re a hero then?” Zach questioned.

“Whatever,” Luke’s modesty pervaded.

But Seth couldn’t keep still, spitting out some of the
milk-soaked crunchies, as he spat out the truth.

“Yup. There’s these two truckers that wanted to use me
for sex stuff. Imagine that. Two growed men wantin’ to
use a little kid like me. Tell’em Luke. Tell’em how ya
telled the men off.”

“Didn’t get far, mind you,” Luke stirred his cereal,
coating the coarse niblets with spooned milk. “ I seen
little boys get fucked by big men. It ain’t a pretty
sight, so I figured I’d help Seth out here.”

”Mighty noble of you,” Gary sat with his cup of java.

“Wasn’t much.”

One thing that drew Zach in was the incredible amount
of humble attitude Luke had. 

Gary questioned, “So what happened when you confronted
them?”

“What do you think happens when two sixfoot something
men take on a runt like me?”

“You don’t look like a runt to me!” Zach responded.

Luke shrugged his shoulders.

“Um, yeah,” Gary remarked. “So, I suppose the two
truckers took you on?”

Since Seth had satisfied his immediate hunger, he
became vocal once more.

“One of them hauls off and punches Luke right in the
stomach. Then the other one comes up behind Luke and
moves his arms like this.”

Showing them the full nelson hold the trucker used on
Luke, Seth puts his spoon down and does and imitation.

“Then the one not holding Luke, punches him left and
right, in the stomach. I tried stopping him from
punching Luke, but he pushed me aside like I was
nothin’!”

Luke breaks in with, “That’s because you ain’t nothin’
but a little peewee!”

“I jus’ didn’t get nuthin’ t’eat for awhile.”

“So, he worked you over. Then what happened?”

Again, a question intended for Luke, gets intercepted
by the nine year old.

“When Luke starts to get worn down, the trucker let
Luke go and he sink right on down to his knees.”

Speaking up, Luke admits, “Yeah, if Seth didn’t pull
me out of the road, they woulda run right over me with
their rig.”

“Did you get a license plate number?” Zach asks.

“Nope,” Luke replies. “The only thing on my mind was
my sore stomach.”

Seth pipes up, “But I seen what it says on the side of
the truck.”

”Oh? What did it say?”

Gary motions for Zach to hand him the pen and paper,
from the counter. He writes down Seth’s testimony.

“Somethin’ like Spangle’s.”

”Spangle’s, you say?”

”Yup and it had vegetables drawing on the side and a
place with two names the same... Wallywally.”

“Walla Walls, I bet,” Gary utters, writing at the same
time.”

“Spangler’s Distributing,” Zach comes out with.

“You know of them?”

”Our vegetable distributor. Wow, I can’t believe that
Kevin Spangler would have men like that work for him!”


“Unless he doesn’t know.”

”How does that go Uncle Gary? I know for a fact that
they screen their employees with a fine tooth comb.”

”How they do that?” Seth asks, picturing a comb being
run through a guy’s hair.

“Figure of speech.”

”Oh,” Seth says, not really understanding, but more
interested in lifting his bowl to his lips to suck
down the last of the sugary milk.

“Maybe you can get the phone number of Spangler’s for
me?”

”Don’t you think you should let the police in on
this?”

”Of course, but it doesn’t hurt to do a little
investigation on our own.”

”I suppose. I’ll phone you from the store.”

”You work for a store?” Luke inquires.

“More than work,” Zach fills him in. “I’m part owners
with two guys I know.”

”Cool. You think you can get me a job?”

Gary states, “I think before we think about
employment, we should tie up the loose ends with the
investigation. You first need to see a doctor and...”

”Oh no. I told ja. I ain’t going to no hospital.”

”Well,” Gary reasons, “I suppose we’ll have to bring
the hospital to you. Excuse me for a moment. I’ll need
to make some calls.”

Leaving them, Gary heading for the telephone.

“Do ya think you can get me a job too?” 

Zach smiles, saying, “I  think we need to get you
enrolled in school. What grade might you be in, Seth?”

”I dunno. Second grade, I think.”

”Nine years old, I would think you’re Diego’s age.
He’s in fourth grade.”

”Who’s Diego?”

”A nice kid, your age that lives in the neighborhood.”

”Cool! Do ya think he wants to be my friend?”

Smiling, Zach was sure that Diego would like to get to
know Seth. 

“Maybe. Would you like to meet him?”

”Yup. Now?”

”Well, let’s wait til my Uncle Gary gets back. See
what he has to say.”

Luke butts in with, “I’m a good worker, too. Had
myself a job back in Texas, slinging burgers.”

“Fast food?”

”Nah. It was kinda a slow joint, but I worked as fast
as I could.”

Zach laughed.

“What?”

”No, I wasn’t laughing at you, Luke.”

“Damn!” Luke yelped.

When Zach touched Luke’s arm, he felt a million little
hot needles surge through his body. After the fact of
exposing his feelings, he shrank back, offering
apologies.

“Nothin’. Sorry ‘bout that.”

”What?”

”Um, saying a curse in front of Seth here.”

Both had more manners than they had been willing to
confess. Seth had cleared away his dish, spoon and
milk glass, taking them from the small dinette, into
the kitchen.

“What’s this?”

Gary had returned, walking by way of the kitchen.

“Cleanin’ up after myself. Nobody gonna do it for me,
so I gotta do it myself!” Seth masqueraded the drugery
with cheerfullness.

“Well that’s very nice of you, Seth.”

”Thanks.. um, can I call you Uncle Gary, too, Uncle
Gary?”

”Well.. er... sure,” he replied, picking up a kitchen
towel, as if he helped Mike.

“Uncle Gary?”

”Yes, Seth?”

”When can I meet Diego?”

”Diego?”

”Yeah. Zach says this boy is my age and we could be
friends.”

“Hmm... didn’t think about it, but might be a good
idea.”

What tuned in to Gary’s thoughts, is also a place
where Seth might be welcomed, as far as housing was
concerned. He folded the dish towel in half lengthwise
and placed it over a wire rack.

“Let me check that out. Be right back.”

Before Seth could say anything, Gary had vamoosed.

%

13 Continued……….

© 2006  T. Chase McPhee 
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