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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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"Nature Country 17 (M/m oral anal)
wriTten by T. Chase McPhee

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I dont believe RV was sold out, Matty complained.

Yeah, if it wasnt we wouldnt have gotten the chance
to beef up on our vocabulary.

I cant believe that Akeelah learned to spell all
those words for one movie.

Dah, Max, they had cue cards in front of her. Nobody
can remember all of those words.

Chad pipes up, Oh yeah. I bet there are some kids in
my dads school that are that smart.

High school kids? Nah. You go to high school to study
a little and to party.

Maybe that was Maxs opinion, but not Matty, who
became all serious.

Not for me it wasnt. Damn, if my mom ever caught me
fooling around in school, well it was up shits creek
without a paddle.

How about a canoe? Chad jokes.

Thats only if I got into trouble, which I didnt.

After a couple of seconds of silence, Matty levels
with them.

Except maybe once.

Oh? And when was that? Chad asks him.

Oh, it was nothin.

Like the squirts, Chad isnt letting Matty off the
hook. First he starts tickling Matty, then Max starts
in.

Alright.. alright... Ill talk!

You better or its back in with the tickle torture.

Okay, but first I need a drink.

Going to the kitchen, the three walk through the
double doors. The kitchen had been preoccupied.

Um, excuse us?

There, at the restaurant type seating arrangement, in
the form of a booth, u-shaped, Enrique sits, with
somebody by his side. However, this somebody is not
the young guy that Enrique described to Matty and Chad
prior.

Oh! Hi there, Enrique spoke to them.

Being surprised, Enrique slid out from underneath the
table, figiting to button up his shirt, covering the
black chest and stomach hair. At the same moment, the
guy, nestled in the corner of the booth, does the
same, but not until a zipping sound can be heard.

So, this is your young man, I take it? Matty
inquires.

The guy is looking at the trio, so Enrique gives them
a quick finger to the lips. One used to keep their
prior conversation mum.

Seeing that the case, Chad reaches over, extends his
hand and offers, Hi. Im Chad Barr.

Nice to um, meet you, the bear replies, stopping
halfway from buttoning up his protruding, red-haired
belly to take Chads hand.

Collin Kelly.

When they entered, Enrique wasnt as half as much
sweating as he is now.

Collin, maybe you should go now.

Sure, Enrique. Um, I just got here, but well get
together another time.

I have your number.

After Collin left, via the side door, the three raid
the fridge. 
However, they arent done with grilling Enrique.

So, what happened to Nolan?

Oh Nolan. Yes.. well, that was just a whim. Much too
young for my blood.

Chad and Matty exchange glances. Theyve seen this
response before. In other words, Enrique got dumped.

And where did you find red? Chad asks about
Collin.

An old friend. Weve met a couple of times before. I
figured we could get together for old times sake.

I see.

Strange thing is, that the thirty-four year old cook
never stopped sweating. Even though nothing was being
cooked, except some warmed over pizza slices, in the
microwave, the air remained cool. However, Enriques
shirt showed signs of sweat on his center chest and
around his pits.

Enrique, is everything alright?

What tha fuck makes you say that?

Max makes an o with his lips, looking to Chad and
Matty, seeing how irritated Enrique has suddenly
become.

Hey, sorry there Enrique. Like I didnt mean to make
you upset.

I think you boys should mind your own business. After
all, my love life is my own business. Do I go around
asking you who youve fucked?

The conversation that ensued seemed highly out of
context for Enrique. Hes never acted this way before.
Chad and Matty had become stifled in their approach.
They didnt know what direction to head in, other than
silence. Even though, Enrique went on complaining.
That is until the front bell sounded.

Ill get it, Chad offered.

Um, Ill help, Matty responded, too.

Hey, wait up guys! 

Its for sure that Max wasnt about to be left alone
with what seemed like a man in the middle of a fit of
outrage mixed with lunacy. As Chad opened the front
door, the three wondered why two police officers stood
there.

Excuse me for disturbing your Sunday afternoon.

Whats up Riley? Chad recognised him.

Have we met?

At the store last week. You asked why we dont carry
beer?

Oh yes, but I didnt get your name.

Chad Barr.

Any relation to the high school principal?

While Riley and Chad continued with their chit chat,
the other officer talked with Matty and Max, very
business like, sticking with the theme of their
original quest.

He first identified himself as, Officer Berk Hewsen,
WR Police Department. My partner already identified
himself. We understand you retain a chef by the name
of Enrique Martinez?

Um, yes.

At the sound of the twenty-six year olds official
voice, with a tinge of trouble embedded, Chad turned
from his light chatter and joined the three.

What about Enrique? Chad inquires.

We have a warrant for his arrest.

Arrest? Matty asks.

Yes, is he here?

In the kitchen, Chad tells Berk.

What does this involve? Matty questions him, as the
five move towards the double doors.

Berk answers, Seems he had an argument with a young
man by the name of... I have it here..

Before Berk can search the paper, Matty replies,
Nolan?

Yes, thats the name. Then finding it, his finger
pointing it out on the paper, Nolan Arcand. Seems
that the disagreement led to a shouting match, then
pushing match. The young man was roughed up pretty
badly, then....

When they got to the kitchen, it was vacant.

Enrique was just here, Matty told them.

Turning to Riley, Chad asks, What else was he going
to say?

Your chef raped the kid it seems. Couldnt accept the
guy dumping him, so had to leave his mark.

That sucks! Max commented.

Tell me about it, Riley replied, eyeing Max up and
down, as if seeing him there for the first time.

Over hearing the remark about Nolan getting raped by
Enrique, Matty says, No wonder he acted like somebody
on the edge of despair.

Oh? Berk inquired, the picture on his face already
questioning what Matty meant by his remark.

Then, breaking off his scanning of Max, Riley says,
You have his apartment information there, Berk?

Right here, the young rookie looks over the papers,
figiting with several, underneath the warrant.

Max, hasnt any interest in the paperwork, nor the
officers goal. For the past five minutes hes been
taking liberties to check out Berk.

When they depart, Max comments, Nice looking guy,
wouldnt you say?

%

After returning from the mall, Zach helped Luke put
away his clothes in the guest room, retreating to
Zachs room. Getting comfortable, Zach throwing on
some shorts, opting for the barechested look, he sits
down at his PC, opening the file for his term paper. 

So what was it that you wanted to ask me yesterday,
Zach?

Ask you, Luke? When?

Sitting up in Zachs room, Zach types away on the
computer, as nineteen year old Luke Brumwell lays back
on the bed, tossing a football up in the air, catching
it.

Owwwch!

What now? Zach switches his head around.

Nuthin. Dropped the dang football on my nose!

The two laugh out loud, Zach calling him, Doofus,
then resuming his typing.

So?

Its not really important, Zach tells him.

Even though Zach was itching to find out what the cops
did to Luke, he didnt want to bring anything up that
would cause Luke bad memories. However, the opposite
feelings occured to Luke. He knew the information Zach
sought. Luke wanted to talk it out with Zach or
somebody, just to get the feelings out.

Oh. Okay.

Before anything else could be said, theres a knock at
Zachs door.

Yeah, Uncle Gary, Zach yelled, knowing he was the
only one at home besides the two of them.

Opening the door, Gary admitted himself and another
male.

Theres someone here I would like you to meet.

Looking up, Zach returned to his term paper with
enough time to hit file and save with his mouse. Luke
let the football roll to his chest. As he did a situp,
bracing himself with his hands behind him, the
football slid down the side of his body, to the bed
and then to the floor, as he projected himself
forwards.

This is Dr. Shane Courson. We work together at West
Richlan Memorial.

As Zach looked at Shane, standing, offering his hand,
he recalled his conversation at Barrs & Bridges. This
was Mr. Coursons son. The one he promised to his
father, to contact. Unknown to Shane, Zach already had
inside information about his gay sexuality. Luke, on
the other hand, had high hopes. After making their
introductions, with a lot of hand shaking, Gary took
the helm.

I figured since my schedule seemed to be so bogged
down this week, plus your reluctance to make a visit
anywhere near the hospital, Luke, that it would be
lucrative to bring Dr. Courson out to the house for
some sessions. What do you think?

Im being all for it, Luke said with no reluctance.

Mesmerized by the twenty-five year olds incredibly
good looks, Zach replies, Oh, me too. No problem
whatsoever.

Gary, seeing the goo-goo eyes his nephew is making,
towards Shane, puts his hand on Zachs shoulder and
informs him, Um, Dr. Courson is here for Luke.

Waking out of his stupor, Zach smiles, giggling a bit.

Oh yeah. I knew that! Of course he is.

Well, why dont you, Gary says, adressing Luke, and
Dr. Courson come down to my office?

Can Zach come too?

At first, Gary is flustered for words, but then
agrees, saying, As long as it is alright with Dr.
Courson?

Shane, casually dressed in jeans and a buttoned down
shirt and light weight sports jacket, weighs his
opinion, not having any objections.

Let me grab a tee shirt. Ill meet you guys
downstairs, Zach tells them.

Getting a tee shirt from the draw, Zach suddenly says
to himself, Oh shit!

His cock is begging for release!

%

Say, Maury, whats for dinner tonight? Conner calls
from across the pool.

Turning to the soon-to-be new regular around the
house, Maury says to his new, thirty-three year old
acquaintence, Youll learn real quick, Ricardo that
having two teenaged boys around the house will empty
the refrigerator in no time!

Hmm...

What?

From time to time I get some of that teenage
binge-eating syndrome coming over me, as well.

More like never losing that teenage edge?

Hey, if it keeps me feeling younger, Im not going to
knock it. What about you?

Shifting his vision, to staring across the pool, he
eyes up Jim and Conner, splashing about, horsing
around, each trying to keep the other dunked
underwater, obviously groping at the others loins.
Resting at poolside, shallow end, Maurys hand begins
to do some horsing around, on its own.

Ooooooooooh! Ricardo sighs, feeling some underwater
sea urchin clutch at his balls.

Not paying attention, the two are suddenly confronted
with two heads popping up in the water. Jims and
Conners bodies lay on pool bottom, their elbows
propping themselves up.

Really, Maury? Conner says.

Prior to arriving at the shallow end, the two high
schoolers had opened their eyes, underwater, at the
opportune moment, to catch Maury in the act.

Yeah, Jim comments too, playing with the
beachballs, in front of us guys?

Nobody said you had to look... ahem! Or is it
spying?

Us? Spy? Jim tells him.

Conner adds, What you do with your hands, underwater,
is your business Maury. Then overriding the rather
intense conversational piece, he makes the statement,
Im starved.

Yeah, whats for dinner? Jim questions.

Um, how about the leftover pizza?

Gone. Jim and I finished it for lunch.

On second try, Maury asks, How about the pasta?

We got hungry after the pizza, Conner tells him.

After the pizza? There had to be half a pie.

Making the timeout T signal, Jim alludes to, Not
so. We had a midmorning snack. Um, there was only a
slice a piece left.

See what I mean? Maury quietly signals to Ricardo.

Sitting there, taking it all in, Ricardo grins,
enjoying Maurys remarks, reminiscient of his own
teenage-hood.

Tell you what, Ricardo says, how about I take us
all out to eat?

Cool! Jim and Connor respond, Jim adding,
DJolas?

I said eat, not be entertained by a hundred
barechested dancing boys!

Maury turns to Ricardo and says, What have you got
against a hundred barechested, dancing twinks?

Nothing, other than my paycheck doesnt cover
amenities such as that.

Oh, Maury said.

I was thinking more along the lines of Birdys Cafe?

Thats cool, Conner replies. 

Jim adds, Birdys has got a juke box.

Yeah, they do, Maury replies. Along with his hand
still in control of Ricardos nice set of balls, he
adds, I think I can find a tune on that juke box, for
us to cut the rug.

Conner and Jim look at each other and mouth the
question to each other, cut the rug? They then shrug
it off.

Yeah, well were getting kind of hungry, so, cmon
Conner, lets go get dried off.

I think theyre hinting us, Maury tells Ricardo.

Yeah.

As Jim and Connor disappear, Ricardo and Maury upright
themselves, sloshing their way to the stairsteps.

Looks like Connor has got himself one hot dominant
man.

Oh?

Yeah. Like, he didnt ask Connor, he more like
ordered him to come along. I like that in a man.

So youve already made it plain... hee hee... dont
you worry though. Behind closed doors tonight, youll
get yours!

Ricardos anatomy tingled at the thought of their hot
dom and sub roleplaying, later this evening.

&

Late Sunday afternoon, whats open? 

Barry and Steve, pondered over the Gay Guide To
Eating Out, as Alonzo and Callan won the chore of
making sure hands, elbows and anywhere else tag
football grime accumulated, got washed off.

I cant believe Marinos pizza is booked!

Get over it, Mary, Barry remarked to Steve.

Im over it, okay? Steve replies.

He grabs a quickie kiss from his partner, who leans on
the table, just a coupla inches away.

What was that for?

I dunno. Maybe because I love you?

Barry did better than that, straightening up the frame
of his body, reeling Steve in, like a fish caught on a
hook.

Breaking, Steve smiles, saying, Mmmm... lets skip
dinn-dinn and head for the lair!

Would be nice, Barry says.

Showing the bad timing, his finger points to the
yellow page of the gay guide.

Birdys?

Sure. Why not.

Um, maybe we should give Mike a call and warn him?
Steve suggests.

You know where the phone is!

Meanwhile, the former three squirts, now enlarged to a
circle of four, invades Philips and Aidans bungalow,
after receiving the go ahead from their tub
inspectors.

Nice room, Seth tells them, looking up and down, all
around.

Thanks! Aidan answers for both.

With towels wrapped around their waists, covering
their little bellyholes, the four look around the
room. Philip begins to show Diego the model of a
dinosaur.

Thats real neat. Whats it called Ai? Diego calls
Aidan, Philips nickname, quickly becoming set in
stone.

Its a Tyrannosaurus Rex.

Cool, the ten year old tells him, Im going to ask
my dads to get me a Chyonnosore Rex, too.

Aidan didnt bother correcting Diego. He figured to
leave it up to the science teacher, when he advanced
to the appropriate grade.

Stepping into their conversation, Seth puts his arm
over Diegos shoulder and asks, Can I help ya,
brother?

Aidan and Philip mock, Oooooooh! 

Diego gesturing with a sweet kiss to Seths cheek,
replies, Yup.

Turning red, Seth says, I never got kissed by another
boy.

Speaking up, Philip offers, Ai and me kiss each other
sometimes.

Yeah, Aidan adds, were what you call childhood
sweethearts.

Hey, maybe we can be that too, Diego. Whatcha think?

Sure. We can try.

So, at the moment, the four excited youths are
wallowing in the prospects of long, longterm
relationships. That is until the Callan shows up.

Are you boys getting ready?

With his attention thrown to Callan, Seth tells him,
Im sorry I got ya all wet, daddy-Callan.

>From the talk in the jon, during clean up, Seth has
learned the inside-outs of addressing the dads.

Thats not a problem. Dad-Alonzo, Callan continues,
is negotiating with Philips dads...

Aidan interrupts, My dads too!

Yes, as I was saying, with Philips and Aidans dads,
for a dry shirt.

After knocking at their door, identifying himself,
Steve and Barry admitted the twenty-five year old
Latino.

Im not going to say Im sorry for interrupting!

Steve replies, Well, its not like this is the first
time youve seen my dick!

Throwing his mind backwards in time, Alonzo allows his
mind to wander.

Yeah, I cant believe I gave up my chance to.. well,
thats water under the bridge now.

Oh? Showing regrets are we now? Barry questions.

Smiling, Alonzo admits, I suppose. Yeah, in a way Im
kind of sorry I didnt follow your lead. I think it
would have been fun to have a threesome with you two
guys.

At least Steve must think so, Barry says.

Nodding his head, he jokes about the tent in Steves
tightey-whities.

I think I gotta pee!

Yeah, sure Steve.

Trying to get Steve off the hook, Alonzo asks, Um,
the reason Im here is...

Steve had carried out his excuse by hightailing it to
the jon. Barry stands there, waiting for Alonzos
reason for being there.

Waving his hand, prompting the reason, Barry asks,
For?

Oh, sorry, Alonzo breaks his concentration from
taking in Barrys exposed, upper half.

No problem. So?

Alonzo laughs lightly.

Excuse me for saying so, but Im really sorry that I
didnt... no, this is wrong. Um, can Callan borrow a
shirt. The kids wet him up during cleanup.

The whole time Alonzo addressed Barry, his attention
wandered from his stached face, to his hairy chest and
stomach, multitudes of the dark fur abounding on his
frontal physique. The silence might have lingered,
except for the flushing of the toilet.

Hey, you know what guys? Steve came yelling, as he
exited the jon.

What? 

What, Steve?

Funny thing is... I really had to pee!

He ended with standing there, a smile on his face, as
if it was one of lifes revelations.

Thats nice, Steve. Pick out one of your shirts for
Callan.

Barry went about his business of getting ready, as
Alonzo stood by Steves closet. He thanked Steve for
the blue and gray striped polo shirt, then made his
exit.

%

I cant believe what he did.

What gets me is... well, did you see the look on
Enriques face when they brought him out? Max
inquired.

Chad reports back, Like he didnt regret it.

Shit! You dont know who youre getting, when you
hire somebody these days!

Thanks Matty.

Hey, I didnt go saying that, meaning you, Max.

I know. Hey, by the way, what did you think of that
hunk, Berk Hewsen?

How did we get on that subject, Max?

Like I just brought it up?

I think Maxs got a thing for Berk. Whadya think,
Chad?

Like it was tough not to notice? Chad responded.

Oh come on you guys. Im not ready to jump in bed
with a guy yet. Besides, hes gotta have at least five
years on me.

What does age have to do with it? Matty inquires.

Nothin, but Im just not ready to pick up the pieces
and move on.

Reaching next to him, Matty, whos driving the 4x4,
places his hand on Maxs left thigh, the same time
that Chads hand falls on Maxs right thigh. Each
gives a pat of reassurance that hes his own man.

Thats okay Max. You take your time.

Matty adds, Yeah, sorry we pressured you.

You know were here for you, right? Chad assures the
twenty-two year old, moving his hand from thigh, to
over his shoulders.

I dont know what Id do without you guys. I owe you
more than a gratitude of thanks.

Good, Chad lightens up, because with Enrique in the
pokey were going to need a chef for our dinner party
next weekend!

Youve got it! Anything you want, its yours.

Anything, huh? Matty says, evoking an evil demeanor.

Chad adds to the charade, saying, Hmm, how about a
threesome tonight?

Really? Sure! If you want to?

Chad was kidding, Matty assures him.

Yet both Chad and Matty werent so convinced, when
they saw the upbeat manner disappear from Max, when
Matty put out the candle.

Hey, look! Arent those the dads vans over at
Birdys?

Chads head swinging to the right, acknowledged the
sighting.

He proceeded, rubbing his hands together, Hee heee,
anybody up for a free meal?

Youre evil! Matty replied, making a quick
transition, changing direction from west to east, down
Van Giesen Blvd.

%

Chad and Matty looked shocked, wouldnt you say?

Out of their gourds, Riley replied to Berk.

Returning to the WRPD, the two hauled Enriques ass
in, turning him over to the booking officer. With his
shirt half unbuttoned, Riley opened the door to the
officers lockerroom, holding it politely for Berk to
enter.

Things like that happen, Berk tells him.

There have been some weirder incidents.

Like what?

Opening his locker, Riley Sanchez finishes unbuttoning
his navy blue shirt, pulling it out of his pants. With
both hands, he stretches it back over his hairy chest,
exposing the thick trail painted down his stomach. He
notices that Berk is staring.

Looks like Ive got a secret admirer, hee hee!

No. I mean... well, Berk gets all flustered, Um,
you have a nice build, Riley. I imagine you spend a
lot of time in the gym.

A fair amount.

Yes, well, I better get going.

Got a hot date?

No. Just going home.

As Berk swipes his keycard, opening his locker,
another familiar face arrives. Yet, Detective Wayne
Miller, right out, doesnt see Berk standing at his
locker, across from Riley.

Hey, bitch!

Who you calling bitch, bitch? Riley replies.

After Miller plants a smoochy kiss on Rileys lips, he
turns around.

Oh, didnt see you there Berk. Hows it going?

Okay, I guess.

His actual thought was, if Wayne had earlier treated
him like the most important guy in his life, then why
was he all over Riley?

Thats cool. Ill accept that. By the way, what are
you doing, Berk?

Now?

Ah, yeah.

Im getting ready to go home.

Oh. Thought maybe we might grab a bite to eat?

No. Im tired.

Riley stood there, stripping down, heaving his towel
over his shoulder, grabbing his square, plastic box of
soap, taking in the whole conversation.

Well, okay, but sometime you and I have to get
together.

Turning, Miller comes almost body to body with Riley.

Hey, how bout you?

Me? Riley questions.

Yeah, feel like some action tonight?

Riley immediately did have some sense for action,
though he wasnt sure if Wayne Miller ever involved
himself in the leather scene. Down inside, he thought
maybe Miller would enjoy some hot action tonight.

Sure, Riley readily took up the invitation, throwing
in some of his own hospitality, how about we go back
to my place?

Yeah, would be nice. Thanks!

He was going to hit the shower, but thought how erotic
it would be, instead, having the detective lick off
his sweaty body. He tossed the soap back in his
locker.

Oh, dont let me stop you from taking your shower,
Riley.

Not a problem. I can grab one at home.

Of course, Wayne Miller, having been sex-starved since
his one night stand last night, a college jock from WR
Community College, could think of nothing better than
getting Riley in bed, for a nice laid back evening,
getting laid!

Berk dismantled his uniform, as his partner and the
dectective strolled out of the precinct lockerroom.
The whole time it took him to peel down to nothing,
head for the shower, head back wet and get into his
civilian clothing, he thought of Wayne Miller. Of
course, it wasnt in the loving sense, the twenty-nine
year old had first presented the image as evoking.
More of the opposite. For a moment there, Berk thought
he was head-over-heels into his first affair with a
gay man. Now Millers precepts of that act of
friendship, had diminished to nil. The officer, of
Turkish descent, climbed into his infreno red Grand
Cherokee and headed off towards home. He felt mighty
low, as he made his way onto Van Geisen Blvd. Getting
stopped in his tracks by a red light, he thought he
recognised Mattys 4x4, parked in the lot of Birdys
Cafe. He dared himself to go around the block, to make
entrance to the lot, which he passed. He followed his
intuition, knowing he had that block long travel to
make a change of plans. Rounding the last corner, he
thought to himself, Should I or shouldnt I? Should I
or shouldnt I? Should I or shouldnt I? Berk turned
the wheel of his Jeep and proceeded to take up a
parking space. As he opened the door, setting one foot
on the parking lot pavement, he again questioned,
Should I or shouldnt I? Should I or shouldnt I?
Should I or shouldnt I? 
Both feet exited the vehicle and moved towards the
door of Birdys Cafe.

%

17 Continued.
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© 2006  T. Chase McPhee 
This story may not be sold or made part of any
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