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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
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fiction. Use protection in real life. Got condom?

"Nature Country 14 (M/m oral anal)
wriTten by T. Chase McPhee

%

Wake up... cmon wake up...

Huh? Wha the.. fuck?

Cmon.. time to get moving, Dr. Hannon repeated over
and over, slightly tapping the sides of Maurys face.

 Whadya think this is? Maury finally saw the light
of day, plus looked upon the figure attached to the
humiliating hand.

Time to get you up and about.

Finally alert, Dr. Hannons thirty-four year old
patient began slapping his adversary away, like
swatting a flock of buzzing bees.

Whadya think I am? Your captive or something Peter?

Maurys statement nailed the end of Dr. Hannons
abrupt deed. Standing there in his white doctors
garment, arms folded across his chest, his right hand
tucked into his left arm pocket like he played with
his left nip, he gazed upon Maury with a bright smile.

Whats that for? Maury asks, pertaining to the
stance.

Sorting out the sheet and blanket, folding them both
nicely, Maury continues to prod.

Well?

I like the captive part.

Well you can forget that.

Oh? I think your hospital stay has revealed to me
some important information about you, Maurice.

And what would that be, Pete?

Each had the ominus notion that the other loathed the
calling of each other by the longhand or abbreviated
namecalling. Maury knew he struck a nerve, when the
smiled disintegrated from Peters face, his arms
unfolding, left hand going to one hip, the other
outstretched, pointing, readying to correct.

You listen to me, Maurice Passat...

Yes, Pete? Maury rubbed it in.

Quietness suddenly came over the two. Suddenly Peter
Hannons right arm began to melt, as the gaze became
hypnotic. Both transformed from unintentional,
lighthearted anger, to melancholy. Since Maury lay
flat out on his ass, the initiative fell to Peters
shoulders. Literally moving his upper body, he fell
over the bed, pinning Maury to the sheets. They
sampled each others lips gently, then moved into a
phase of more aggressive behaviour.

Breaking, Peter tells Maury, Yknow, it would be so
fine to have you as my subjugated captive?

He followed his statement with a wry smile.

Um, sorry I cant agree with you, but, Maury reached
up and tidied up Peters tie, might be nice to do the
same for you?

Backing away, Peter announced, Too bad were two of
the same kind.

Yeah, Maury agreed.

Even though those two young teens I witnessed had you
broken as a slaveboy?

Oh thaaaaat! The guys just fooled around.

Really Maury? If Im not mistaken I thought you
rather enjoyed sucking their teen cocks?

Being more insistent, Maury pressured, Like I said.
The guys goofed off with me, okay?

Easy now, Maury. Dont want your blood pressure
going up!

Yeah, what about all that? How come I nearly passed
out?

Smiling a wicked grin, Dr. Hannon returned to his
posture of arms folded across his chest.

I thought maybe you could invite me over for one of
your lasagna dinners and we could chat about it?

Untrusting, Maury replies, Okay, whats your angle,
Peter?

Angle?

Yeah. Youre not inviting yourself over for my
health.

Alright, youve made your point.

Again, unfurling his arms, Peter moves in as if
wanting to get more intimate. Planting his tush on the
side of the bed, his left arm moves to the far
guardrail. 

I know we dont match up as... um top and bottom...
 
Or sub and dom? Maury puts it more realistically.

Well.. Peter motions with his free hand, more or
less. Whatever, I thought at least we could have a go
at it as equals?

Equals huh? And how would that go, Peter?

Frustration sets in. Peters whole iniative, his
purpose for interrupting Maurys sleep, fade. He does
a pushup off of the guardrail, standing up.

Oh well. Couldve been sweet, but I suppose it never
was meant to be.

Maury waits for Peter to gather himself and clipboard
together and head for the door.

When he gets within its frame, Maury remarks, Dinner
will be at five, but Ill need some therapy getting
back into the swimming pool, so be at my place at one.
Swimming trunks very optional.

One? Doesnt leave me much time. I get off at noon.
That leaves me an hour.

Maury, more moving in the dominant role at the moment,
begins to feel the backlash.

Well, well do this then, Peter explains, You get
yourself out of bed, in the shower and dressed. Ill
drop by the business office and have your paperwork
ready to sign out. Meet me downstairs.

Um, arent you required to take me down in a
wheelchair, Dr. Hannon?

Get some other boy to do your slavery chores!

With a smile, the thirty-one year old doctor is out
the door. Maury looks at the clock on the wall.

Oh shit! He shouts out to himself. 

Sitting up, throwing his legs over the side of the
bed, he slides his feet to the floor. 

Oh! Cold.. cold.. cold.. he retorts, hopping back
up.

Need a hand there, sir?

Maury almost takes a log flume ride off the edge of
the bed, taking in the view of the drop-dead Latino
standing there in front of him. Inside, hes saying to
himself, Shit, I hope youre gay!

Um, sure. I um was trying to get to the jon to take
in a shower.

I know, sir.

You do?

Yes. Dr. Hannon sent me up to help you.

He did, did he?

Fading hopes of the humble Latino being gay,
dissapated. A spark of hope ignited. He wondered of
what intent Peter had for this nurse.

I think if you lean on my shoulder, we can for go the
handicapped chair. What do you say, sir?

Um, you can call me Maury, if you would like,
um...

Oh well, Dr. Hannon said that it would humore you if
I called you sir and my name is Ricardo. Ricardo
Montez.

Sir, you say, Ricardo?

Um, yes. Well...

As Ricardo shouldered the burden of the six foot one,
two hundred and fifteen pound patient, hauling him off
to the jon, he filled Maury in on a lot of things.

You see, years ago, Dr. Hannon and I came on board
about the time. In fact, it had been within the same
month, same week, two days apart.

I see, Maury listened intently, hoping this would
lead to where he thought it was going.

Right. So we kind of met... Ricardo giggles, then
carries on, in the linen closet of the hospital.

Linen closet, eh?

Ricardo cut the story for a moment, help Maury
disrobe.

Turn around, Ill loosen your garment.

Doing a half pirouette, Maury spins slowly around,
coming to a halt, his back facing Ricardos front.
Casually he lets the garment fall from Maurys arms,
adding a little twist to the unrobing.

Ooooooooh, Maury sighs.

While the garment floated downwards, Ricardo made it a
special effort to allow his right hand to flow from
the top of Maurys hair chest, down his furry stomach,
over his swirly bellyhole and to his hot rod, already
fueled up.

Stepping closer to Maury, Ricardos already hard 8.5c,
tenting his blue hospital fatigues presses onward, as
he informs, This tell you anything more about me,
sir?

If you are knocking at my door, thinking that Im
going to let you in, you can forget that Ricardo!

Oh, I hope I havent given you that impression. No,
sir. On the contrary, I... I.. 

Ricardo presses closer, releasing the hospital garb
from his hand, letting it drop to the floor. His right
hand, that has been massaging Maurys pubic fur, every
now and then handling Maurys jewels, retreats up his
body to meet the other. With his uniform against
flesh, he gives Maury a hug. Of course Maury is
savoring the moment, as is Ricardo.

Softly and sexy, he whispers in Maurys ear, Dr.
Hannon was right.

Oh? Maury shook back to reality. In what manner?

That you and I are going to make perfect soulmates.

Soulmates?

Yes. From the moment you entered the hospital he
knew.

He did, did he?

Not as much enthralled with Ricardos bewitching
charm, but more in his revelations, Maury divides his
attention span.

Yes. You see, we made a connection that first day.
Not as lovers but as... how should I put it?

Maury knew what Dr. Peter Hannon was into. Like
himself, domination and submission played a key role
in their extra-sexual activities. 

His submissive?

Exactly, sir. Wow! Dr. Hannon was right on the mark.
He said you would understand, Maury... I mean sir.

Maury began to get the whole picture now. This was a
setup. However, this type of ambush started to grow on
him. Turning, he unlocked Ricardos mesmerizing hold.
He also began to develop some instant ulterior
motives.

Tell me, Ricardo?

Yes, sir.

No, call me Maury... but never Maurice.

Oh I know that already.

You do?

Yes.

Then together, both uttered, Dr. Hannon!

Facing the blue, smurf-like Latino, Maury asks, And
when do you get off duty, Ricardo?

Oh, Ive been off since seven oclock this morning.

Seven? But its nearly noon time.

Yeah, I did some odd errands for Dr. Hannon while I
waited for him to... um...

Set you up?

Blushing, the brown haired nurse replies, Um, yeah. I
guess you can put it that way. Youre not mad, are
you?

No. Just a little disturbed.

Oh? How does that go, sir... I mean Maury?

Well, Im wondering that since youve been off duty,
how come youre still dressed in your hospital
fatigues?

It didnt take long for Ricardo to peel the blue shirt
off and over his head.

Do you like what you see?

Smiling, Maury replies, Yeah, but keep going.

As he undid the small rope that held up the pants,
Ricardo talked about how Dr. Hannon filled him in
about this and that.

He says youre a professor at WRCC and that you teach
history.

Hmm... I hadnt figured Dr. Hannon did his homework
on me so thoroughly.

Oh yeah. He knows a lot about you, Maury.

His attention began to wane, as Ricardo dropped his
blue pants. Wearing lowrise briefs, Maury wanted to
reach out and touch the trail that ran from Ricardos
deep, brown hair-swirled bellyhole, the treasure fuzz
that led to a mass of dark brown pubic hair. More than
that, he wanted to have in his hand the fully
engourged shaft, lying on top of some full jugs of
semen, accentuated by the back layering of curly hair.

Being too quiet, Ricardo broke the ice, offering, Go
ahead. You can touch me if you want.

Nah, Maury responded, being a bit shy.

Oh come on, Ricardo became insistent.

Taking Maurys hand in his, he guided him onward,
between his thighs. Maury lost all inhibitions. His
large hand encircled Ricardos thick, 8.5c.

Ooooh that feels so hot, Maury.

Then he let the organ go.

You dont like playing with it?

Playing?

Um sure. Dr. Hannon told me that you can get into
that type of stuff.

He did, did he?

Yes.

Its then that Ricardo had had enough of a chat with
Maury that he wanted to become more attached.

Okay, this is the way it is, Ricardo began to
explain the whole spectrum, Dr. Hannon knew he
couldnt have you for himself, so he started thinking
about it and came up with me.

You?

Like I said, Maury, weve been playing this game or
roleplay or whatever you want to call it for quite a
few years. Neither of us ever got the feeling that we
clicked enough to be into a serious relationship. Yet,
each of us has had feelers out for that special man.
You follow?

I think.

Well, anyway, yesterday Dr. Hannon calls me into the
linen closet. For us, thats nothing strange.
Sometimes its for a quick blow job or, um...

Ricardo doesnt need to elaborate.

So, he tells me that he thinks hes found Mr. Right
for me.

Me? Maury summises.

Well, yes, but...

You have some reluctance?

Oh, youre great. I mean Ive been... Ricardo grins,
giggling, um, stalking you?

Stalking?

Oh, but not without Dr. Hannons knowledge.

Looking down, nonchalantly, Maury sees a pearl of
liquid at Ricardos piss slit. He returns his hand to
Ricardos shaft. This time theres no hesitation.

Seems to me that hes filled you in quite well, on my
behalf.

Hey, I think we better hit the shower.

While in the shower stall, Ricardo filled Maury in on
other stuff, like how he watched as another nurse
stripped him down, how another doctor took Maurys
vitals, even witnessing the teen sexual acts.

And I do understand about Conner and Jim and what,
why they did that to you.

You do, do you. Why dont you explain it to me?

By this time, as the water careened down their bods,
their chests met, arms engulfing each other. Ricardo
began to explain, going into some psychological buzz,
but met with resistance when Maury initiated some
mouth to mouth resuscitation. As their first sexual
act, Maurys hand formed around both cocks. Taking
both barrels, he stroked forwards and backwards. Their
shafts pointing towards each other, it only became a
short matter of time before both cried out loud, cum
juice integrating with the rain shower. As each
breathed heavy, arms hung around their bods, Maurys
cast over Ricardos muscled shoulders, the top of his
end in sync with the patch of dark brown hair
separating the Latinos pecs. 

Ricardo ran his hands up and down Maurys sides,
repeating, Are you okay? You okay Maury?

Oh, Im more than okay. That was totally hot.

Stepping out of the shower, Ricardo confessed, as he
helped dry Maury off, This is one of the things Dr.
Hannon and I enjoyed.

What was that?

Roleplay. Him as the master and me as his submissive.
I liked tending to his needs.

Oh and what needs do you have to be tended to to,
Ricardo?

My needs? Again, gobbling up Maury from behind,
holding the towel he just dabbed-dry Maurys back, he
replies, A man that needs me. Like I worship him, he
in turn meets my needs. To feel wanted, loved and I
know that all is not an instaneous or pressured thing.
Maury, I want to be with you. Grow to love you. If it
doesnt work out that way, then Ill accept it. I know
love cant be forced from either side.

As Ricardo lay the love-facts straight, Maury thought
of the same thing. At first his thoughts engaged in
their roles of domination and submission, but now he
saw a clearer picture of intentions. Like himself,
Ricardo sought a partner to have a normal relation of
love and camaraderie. It wasnt only to be based on
the superficial roles.

So, what do you think Maury?

Grinning, Maury asks, Do you do windows?

Meaning glass or MSN?

Cmon, weve got an Italian dinner to shop and
prepare. We dont want to leave Master Pete waiting do
we?

Oh dont let him catch you calling him that.

So you know he hates the name?

Yep. Like you hate Maurice?

Oh my. Dr. Hannon has really done his briefing with
you, hasnt he?

As Ricardo pulled up his blue pants over his black
Jockey lowrises, he responded, Oh Im sure hes only
skimmed the surface, Maury!

%

14 Continued.

© 2006  T. Chase McPhee 
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