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ALeK iN wONdeRfULaNd 28
WriTten by T. Chase McPhee
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Two nights in a row, to burn off the calories of a hefty meal, after the BBQ that night, the guys invited the construction gang to do battle on the `beach' volleyball court.
Well, it wasn't exactly a friendly invite, Scooter getting in a huff because of what one of the construction workers, Angus, remarked, about his big gut keeping him from doing anything strenuous.
Thinking on the name, Angus', one would picture a big, elderly man in a Scottish outfit, complete with bagpipes and a white beard. This' Angus was no way near this depiction. At 33-years old, Angus McTavish took quite good care of himself. Muscled, six-pack, broad shoulders, attractive ginger-brown hair, several guys took notice, Angus peeling off the layers before taking the perfect dive into the pool. For the rest of the meal he wore only a baseball cap.
He wasn't alone, others catching on. Which is why, after having one too many beers than he oughta, he pounded a finger on Scooter's chest, "Give me just 2 hours in the gym with you and I'll have that blubber melting offa you..."
Poor Angus didn't have a chance to finish his slander, which was meant half-joking. It was a good thing. Though his nekid front faced Scooter, his back was to the pool!
They all had a good laugh, the guys and construction workers as well, Angus standing in the pool and crying like a girl, wringing his baseball cap out!
Scooter show no hurt feelings, bending over and offering to haul Angus' ass out of the pool.
Not finished yet, Angus used the opportunity to upset Scooter's balance. Joke was on him, Scooter tumbling in on top of him, Angus yelling, right before he deep-sixed it, "Oh shit!" But it did feel kind of nice, that blubber-belly against his six-pack.
Again, most on at least their 3rd beer, took it as light-action comedy.
Some didn't need to drink to have a good time.
Hunter and Cain sat side by side in chairs, mainly talking about past history, Hunter pouring out how he came to be at the resort, including some of his encounter with Alek, or `Johnson', in the park.
Cain half-listened, turning the encounter between Angus and Scooter into a mental diorama. Angus took on the part of the bully, Scooter, the underdog who comes out a hero.
Instead of Angus and Scooter coming out of the pool as friends, shoulder to shoulder, arm over arm, Cain pictured Scooter getting even for Angus bullying him. About ready to fall deep into subconscious thinking, he hears, "What about it, Cain, you up for it?"
Head popping up, sitting up straight, taking the wrinkles out of his gut, Cain says, "Up for what?"
Jokingly, Hunter says, "Sex!"
"What?" Cain has a look, like he's appalled!
"No, just kidding. You want to play volleyball?"
No, Cain wanted to continue his `diorama' he was dreaming up, "Not really. I'm a little tired. I think I'll go back to my place and turn in early."
They weren't like, turning a friendship into anything more, Hunter casually saying, "Okay. No problem. Catch you later."
Later would not be until the next morning, Cain going back to his cottage, lying in bed, hand wrapped around his shaft, other hand playing with a nip and making it a slow, slow jerk, building up his reserves as his mind painted a picture of Scooter getting even with Angus.
For Hunter though, he didn't have to do like the others, find a pair of briefs for his loins and because Alek was in the same boat as he, walks up behind, "Hey, Johnson!"
Alek, who had a steady pace, stopped short in his tracks and without turning around, states, "Hunter!"
Catching up, side by side, Hunter asks, "How did you know it was me?"
Having already resigned to the fact, to Hunter he would always be `Johnson', Alek says, "A wild guess?"
So, they continued on foot together, Hunter stimulating conversation, "Do you miss it?"
"Miss what?"
"Our fun in the park?"
"What fun?" Alek smiles.
"Oh, I thought you liked me!"
"Sorry I gave you that impression!" he still smiled.
His jokingly, rude reply earned Alek a nudge to the ribs, "Owch! What was that for?" Alek pulls at the skin to the side of his bod, "Look what you did?"
"I could've done worse!" Hunter holds hands behind his back, rocks back and forth, feet to heels, tongue in cheek.
Dropping both arms, like he was frustrated at not winning the wiseguy match, Alek suddenly says, "By the way, where are we?"
Hunter looks all about, responding, "Darned if I know!"
Apparently, their boyish banter made their GPS go whacky, Alek saying, "Uh, like, do we really care?"
"What's that supposed to mean?" Hunter replies, thinking something was on Alek's mind.
True to his thinking, "Remember the last time we met at the park?"
"Sure do," Hunter's tone changes to blaming, "you said you weren't coming anymore and I'd have to find someone else to get my jollies with?"
Realizing Hunter's tone, Alek says, "Oops!"
It play right into Hunter's cock-pocket, "So now, you have to make up for it!"
Also realizing how cold, insincere and uncaring he was, Alek breaking off relations with more than Hunter that cold day in the park, "Like," he smiles, cocks one eye brow, "what did you have in mind?"
Once again, happy-go-lucky composure, Hunter says, "Replay one of our famous scenes?"
"Well," Alek throws up both hands, "like, you were the brilliant man who came up with all these roleplays, like some porn novel writer?"
Then it dawned on Alek, second to the last or one time before the last meetup, "By the way, did you ever take up my advice and think of becoming a writer?"
That's what drove Hunter bonkers, Alek being such a meanie that last time, when each week they met, he talked to him like they were more than a cheap trick, but friends, "I did and, yeah, I gave it some thought."
"And?" Alek stands there, arms folded over his lower pecs, hands tucked into pits.
"Want to hear a steamy story I've come up with?"
Dropping hands, scratching behind an ear, Alek replies, "Or...we could act it out?"
"I don't think we could, unless you happen to have a big, big buttplug in your back pocket?"
Alek, thinking Hunter, himself on the up and up, "Not in my back pocket, but got a hefty treat right here up front!"
"Mm-mm," Hunter says, seeing Alek form up his tube through briefs. "That just might work!"
Volleyball the farthest thing from their mind right now, Alek, arm over Hunter's shoulder, leads him back to his bungalow.
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Meanwhile, Scooter, from the onset of the volleyball game decides to play mean and rough every time he was in Angus' perimeter...or face!
"That's playing fuckin' dirty!" Angus claims, after Scooter's hands `accidentally' hits Angus in the nuts, when Angus jumps for ball at the top of the shirted net.
Cutesy smile, Scooter says, "Yeah, I know!"
"You better watch your ass...I don't get mad, I get even!"
Scooter was right there on the rebound, "Oh, I'll certainly be watching yours!"
Squinting eyes, the muscled construction worker tried staring Scooter down, but couldn't keep up the pace of trying to play mean.
All the things Scooter did to Angus, throwing sand in his face, giving him a wedgie, trip him, not one time did Angus seek revenge, even though his words had paved the way for it.
At the end of the game, the winners, the Resort Boys' and the Workovers,' name given to themselves, when Angus announced to his buddies at the beginning of the game, `Let's work these boys over!', caught on.
Scooter just had to get his digs in, "That was some workover, Angus!"
Very surprisingly, Angus' reply floored him, "Well, I guess I owe you one?"
However, Scooter's buddy wasn't far from earshot, Tommy saying, "No, you owe `us'!"
Doubly bent out of shape was Scooter, when Angus declares, "Two is better than one!"
Scooter turns to Tommy, "Tell me I heard what I just heard?"
Tommy says, "You heard right," and on his own assumption, "Angus wants us to double-dick him!"
They were laughing, but not so with Angus. Walking back to the commons, much was discussed, but nothing of a surprise where Angus was concerned, except he wouldn't mind it from both ends!
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Meanwhile, while the others retired to their quarters, some of the construction guys taking up offers to shack up with the `Resort Boys', for the second night in a row, Pete and Maynard put the finishing touches on their blog.
"Oh man, Pete, this blog stuff is killing my sex life!"
"We're almost finished. Besides, this and other stuff, soon we'll be celebrities!"
Taking it as something awful, Maynard toys with an idea which could become reality, "Right and then you'll have boys crawling all over you."
Having sat on the end of a bunk, keeling himself over onto his back, Pete gets up and walks over, stands there, "Y'know, you're an asshole!" He walks back to the desk.
"What for?" Maynard lifts his bod up, walks over to Pete.
Turning to the right, his face meets with Maynard's meat, "This!" he lifts Maynard's balls onto the palm of his hand.
"Huh?" Maynard says, looking down upon Pete.
Rather than words, Pete packs it in for the night, sliding out of the chair and onto his knees!
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For Alek and Hunter, what was supposed to be a novel idea on the old `Johnson in the park' theme, didn't play out, instead the two getting serious on each other.
Probably reason why, Alek waking up first, finds himself lying on his back, Hunter's left leg coiled around his left leg, Hunter in the pocket of his left pit, scruffy face lying on the left pec, left arm across his bod. Upon realizing it wasn't Ethan, it doesn't phase Alek one bit, instead putting a smile on his face.
One thing which does phase him, how after week to week, he and Hunter had so many times in the park rest room, only to go and do something serious in bed last night. Slowly, Alek gestures, running a few fingers up and down the sides of Hunter's back, shoulder to hip and in reverse.
Without flinching a muscle, Hunter surprises Alek, "Still getting your jollies, Alek?"
"Oh, it's Alek now, is it?"
Scratching Alek's chest with his day old beard fibers, Hunter looks him in the eyes, "Well, last night I couldn't change it from `Johnson' if I wanted to...that was like the best, hot fu..."
"Yeah, yeah. Like I haven't heard it all before?"
Unlike the hot fuck dealt out to Hunter every week, which after the first time, Alek didn't charge `a wage', Hunter doesn't respond in words, but starts his left hand, painting dry circles around Alek's right nip.
"Careful. You kinda did a job on that last night," Alek warns.
"Oh, right, and like all that wailing and moaning was for nothing?"
"You're supposed to use tongue and lips... not your teeth!"
Looking up at Alek, smiling, Hunter says, "You gotta admit though, I really did help to build up on that load?"
Chilling out, thinking `so what', his nips are like hot spice right now, "Yep! That's was a hot fuck all right!"
"Only difference between the park, and now, you didn't run out on me!"
"Like oh my god, Jason, are you going to belabor the point for ever and ever? I said I was sor-r-r-ry!"
Settling back into a subtle mood, sliding his hand down, over Alek's bellyhole, playing with his pasty pubes, "I like it when you call me Jason, but..."
"But what?"
"It's kind of romantic. Can you save it for when we're alone, together?"
Sitting up, Hunter completely falls out from Alek's grasp, "What do you mean when we're `alone, together?'"
Of course, Alek knew, from the park rendezvous, every detail of Hunter's bod, but in a different setting, his pubes took on a different composure, especially with him sitting there, Yoga-style, "You didn't feel anything different last night, when you were fucking me?"
Alek had to dwell on it, thinking there wasn't much difference, other than the foreplay up to fucking Hunter, pulling out, pulling off the condom and then shooting a fantastic amount of man-goo, which reached all the way up Hunter's smooth chest, hitting him in the chin, could not deny it, "That was a damn good fuck!"
"And what about before?"
Alek could not deny this either, "Yeah, it was good."
Hunter acts like Alek had said something revolting, snapping his head back, "Good? That's it?"
Rather than dig a hole deeper than he could afford, Alek puts it on Hunter, "Well, what did you feel?"
"Never mind," Hunter says, getting up off the bed, feeling like it was just another trip to the park restroom. He was doing it again, Hunter making him feel like a real schmuk, "I'll give you your regular fee later."
Out of all the time, week after week in the park, which had to amount to at least 30 times, Alek had only charged Hunter for the first time. With 29 free fucks, he knew Hunter was making a point here, which made him really think on what happened before they got it on in piercing mode last night. Reality made him move his ass, jump out of bed and because of the hasty decision, rips Hunter's shirt right out of his hand, "Fuck that... you're not going to pull that on me again, Jason!"
Whether intentional, getting what he wanted, or resulting in something real, last ditch effort to reclaim true feelings, Hunter just stood there, arms slowly returning the affection, arms feeling up Alek's back as they kissed.
"Oh, excuse us!"
Alek still clung to Hunter's bod, seeing Ethan standing there, door open.
"Us?" Alek asks, not not-guilty himself.
"Um," Ethan says innocently, like an angel's halo was atop his head, "I've got Jimi with me."
If he had waited ten seconds more, Alek would have had a rational answer for Ethan's whereabouts last night, "And where were you last night?"
It was too obvious, Hunter there in Alek's arms, Ethan saying, "Well, besides the fact it looks like you were taken care of last night, Jimi and me showed up and found you two sleeping in bed. We didn't see the `do not disturb' sign, but took it upon ourselves to find a different sleeping arrangement."
Alek had already known the closeness of the two, so backs down, "I'm sorry I was so rude to you."
In a barely audible tone, Hunter says, to Alek, "You want me to go?"
Rather than answer Hunter, Alek says to Ethan, a fact which has been coming in their relationship, "Me and Hunter. We're together now."
It struck Hunter like a ton of bricks, thinking like he was saying it, `We are?'
Jimi was like, drunk out of his skull, barely hanging onto Ethan's shoulders, "Well, it's not like we both didn't see this happening, huh?"
Of course, Alek knew it, like `the big one', didn't know when it was coming, when it would strike, when it make all of what they built up, come tumbling down, "Right."
"We're still friends, right?"
"Of course."
Before Ethan left, he wished Alek the best and nodded to Hunter.
"That was decent of him," Hunter says, not fighting the feeling of Alek leading him back to bed, "and you!"
"Like Eeth said, we knew it could come to be. We were just kidding ourselves thinking we could be a couple."
"Like us?" Hunter smiles at Alek, re-pocketing shoulder to pit.
"Yeah, about that," said like Alek was ready to default on what he said to Ethan minutes ago.
"Here it comes," Hunter again springboards out of Alek's embrace.
This time Alek wasn't allowing Hunter to get away, pulling on his arm, causing him to crash back down, "Before you go getting wrong ideas, I was going to say...if you want to, we can room together?"
"Oh really?" Hunter still had his reservations, "And who else shares your bed?"
Smiling, Alek says, "Only you. Any other lewd questions?"
Sharing with Alek, each of those 30 weeks, he knew Hunter didn't have an easy go at life, "You want to know why I went to all the trouble to find you?"
"I was your hottest fuck?"
Slapping Alek, playfully, on the striped stomach, Hunter renders, "You were my only fuck, idiot!"
"Okay, to forgo any other handprints on my stomach..."
"You got enough hair to hide it!"
"Don't change the subject. So, what's with finding me?"
Looking up to the underside of Alek's stubbly chin, Hunter says, "I guess I...love you?"
"You guess?" it captures Alek's gaze, again one raised brow.
"You don't feel anything the same?" Hunter's boyish gaze remains constant.
"I said you're with me. What do you think?"
"Cool," Hunter tilted his head back, lying on Alek's fuzzy chest, like he was looking to see if Alek was hard.
He wasn't...yet!
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Early morning, even before the breakfast bell clanged, Tommy was wakened, "What the hell is that?"
Scooter heard it too, "World War III?"
Even though there was noise of heavy equipment moving about, Scooter remarks, "Hey, where'd Angus go?"
On what happened last night, "I hope he doesn't have to sit on any of that heavy equipment!"
Answering Tommy, without inhibition, over the muscle man's ordeal last night, having to deal with two hard shafts, "What'd it take...4 beers?"
Tommy says, "We better stock up!"
Like it had happened, the two cubs a tag team, DJ and Adam had singled themselves out, Adam warning the two, only towel over his shoulder, "Hey, no more bringing guests home!"
"Yeah," DJ, tall, slender, looking like he couldn't take on one of the cubs, "too much noise."
Neither of the two had an answer for DJ, him and Adam sneaking back in `after' sex, which prompts Tommy to ask, "Just what time did you two get in?"
"I'm surprised you didn't notice?" Adam puts it to him.
"You looked up and saw me," DJ recollects, "when you two switched places with Angus' mouth and ass?"
"We did?" Scooter looks at Tommy for reaction.
"I seem to recall," Tommy replies.
Smiling, Adam says, "Angus, he must have a lot of stamina, being pounded at both ends and then having to get up at the crack of dawn for work?"
With Adam and DJ heading off to the showers, the cubs go back to bed for a nightcap.
"What do you think?" DJ asks Adam.
"Strange, but not strange."
Like he's following Adam, DJ asks, "Yeah, that's what I thought. Shame, though, a hot man like Angus wasted on those two when he could be suckin' up to us instead?"
It made Adam laugh, thinking the same thing, but in reality, Adam and DJ, who haven't known each other long, were relationship bound, not quite knowing it yet!
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Because Pete had caved into Maynard's wantings, the blog wasn't published as thought, pushed off one more day.
The others, they thought it had gone live, Slim asking, "Well, how many votes did I get so far?"
Like a puppy dog wanting a biscuit, Pete didn't have the nerve to disappoint, "One."
"That's it?" Slim suddenly looked as angry as hell!
However, Maynard, who could con a con, took Slim under his arm, patted his little belly, "Of course, it's the first day," blah-blah-blah...
It made Pete smile, thinking how Maynard could do this so naturally, which made him think, was their suck'n'fuck session last night the real thing, or just to get off. Because it if were...well, Pete had made up his mind, doing anything in his power to make it so Maynard would never think of another man...probably the reason he felt he pulled all the stops out on tantalizing Maynard last night. He wasn't crazy about tonguing a hairy ass, but then, Maynard only had baby fuzz. Still, in his mind, Pete liked it smooth. Okay, so he got by with Maynard's bellyhole swath, embedded treasure trail and all the wiry hair around his cock. Sucking from the core down to the base, it's the only part of a man's anatomy he didn't mind getting his mustache tickled, lips tight around the base. Pit hair was okay too, because sucking on an armpit really tasted good. But Pete was in heaven, sucking on Maynard's nips, like a satisfied baby. He felt he did a great suck-job too, because the reward was overwhelming!
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Day before the 4th of July meant many details to be taken care of.
Alek, even though he wasn't at home or in a circle of friends he's known for years, except Hunter, he knew he would not be receiving any presents, even little tokens of friendships.
In the past, some of his rest room tricks would ask him what's up?' when they came to calling on him in the park for the once-a-week special treat. Most knew when Alek's birthday was, but since he had informed his clients' he was wrapping up business at the end of his senior year, they gave him an extra tip on the last day.
So, in retrospect, he made up for the lack of gift-giving, in the amount of about $250.
Doing his duty, keeping tabs on the resort and commons area, as assigned by Ethan, Alek comes across, "Hunter, what are you doing here?"
Shrugging his shoulders, Hunter says, "I guess my name isn't on a list!"
Thinking about it, Alek draws a conclusion, "Right, since you walked in the front door and no one bothered checking up on you."
"What do you mean?"
Knowing Hunter missed out on signing on the dotted line and info needed to permit it, "Well, I guess," Alek turns his hands inside out, "I suppose that makes you `under me!'"
It was meant as double standards, falling under Alek's jurisdiction and his dick, "I kind of like that sound of that!"
Between yesterday and today, Hunter had thought it over. Never in his wildest dreams would he think, the guy who really introduced him to what 2 guys do together and how things moved so fast, that he would be face to face with, "Uh, about last night, Alek, are we really boyfriends?"
Last night it was a little more special than dropping pants in a park restroom, especially when confronted by the mutual understanding with Ethan. Thinking on it, at first Alek thought of it as an excuse, but then, being with Hunter, when not under the pressure of `hit and run', "I really liked being with you last night."
To make sure he was understanding things, hearing it right, Hunter says, "Does that mean we're boyfriends?"
"I guess that's what I mean."
"You guess, Alek? Um, like, I really need to know for sure."
Thinking there was a hidden agenda, Alek asks, "Why's that?"
"Um," Hunter didn't know himself, other than the notoriety of hooking up with a gorgeous man, finds excuse, "because then, maybe I'll think about spending a little more on your birthday present?"
"I thought you were broke?"
"Oh, right," Hunter thinks on it, quickly making up, "well then, I guess I won't, but can we still be boyfriends?"
Only two out by the pool, not which Alek checked, he finds himself overwhelmed by Hunter, stepping closely, embracing.
However, Hunter's feet were not too stable, heels at the rim of the pool...and that was `some' kiss!
They thought they were alone, Maynard, in a mask, surfaces, "Hey guys, not which I don't mind the porn scene, but I'm trying to vacuum?"
Easily explained away, their negligence to check, or notice, Alek changes subjects, "And you're doing such a good job sucking up, Maynard!"
The two were near the edge, easy enough to hop out, or else be the victim of Maynard's `sucking up,' through the end of the pool vacuum!
Instead of going back to the cottage, Alek and Hunter stripped shirts and sat at poolside, far away from Maynard's `sucking tool'.
Since Alek's job was more up front, customer service, being near the front desk, he wore shorts and a nice buttoned-down shirt.
Hunter wore the regulation bottoms, khaki-colored pants, heavy duty to stand to wear and tear of construction-related work, which made him drop the opinion, "I don't know about you, but these pants are never going to dry."
"Sure they will, eventually," Alek replies.
"Not with wet briefs underneath."
Alek had raised brows, even though he had seen it all last night, Hunter unbuckling his belt, unbuttoning the single fastener around his waist, unzipping.
"Like, you hadn't seen it all last night, without the briefs?" Hunter sat there, unzipped, flaps on both sides almost pinned to his pockets.
"If you're going that far, you might as well go all the way?"
"Really, Alek? Like how would you mean that?"
"Meaning, without the pants, but the new rule goes, no skinny-dipping in the pool during business hours."
"Oh? When do business hours start and stop?"
"Early in the morning and when God decides to turn the lights out!"
"You're a religious guy?"
Alek had to think on it. When he was a kid, his mom made him sing in the choir. He thinks she made time for herself, sending him to Sunday school. In the summer, he was off to Bible school, but didn't like it much, would escape to the park. Slowly his mind ran off course, thinking how, several years later he would be `doing' some dudes he would watch enter and exit the park rest room when a kid.
"Are you meditating?" Hunter knew Alek wasn't.
"No. Just dwelling on something important."
"What?"
"Oh, nothing which would interest you, unless in private with your hand on the clutch!"
Hunter didn't fully understand. He couldn't read Alek's mind, "Why do I even bother!"
However, what it did earn the 18-year old, was Alek grabbing his arm, pulling chairs together and a hand to the side of his chin, turning his face in for a sweet kiss.
"Wow!" Hunter reacts, "I guess we really are boyfriends!"
Then Ethan happens by, eyes going right to Alek's sidekick, "Uh, and where are you supposed to be, Hunter?"
Not out of spite, not caring he and Ethan were no longer a couple, but in Hunter's defense, "You slipped up, Eeth. Hunter's name wasn't on the blanket email you sent the others!"
Alek could tell there wasn't anything malicious between them, Ethan smirking, rather than grimacing, "Is that so. Let me look."
Dialing it up on his iPad, Ethan's head nods up and down, in agreement with Alek, "You're right." Without picking his chin up, "So, let's get you assigned."
"I'm good at anything," Hunter says.
Now Ethan stares down Alek, shades dropping down the bridge of his nose, evil grin, right before saying, "I bet you are!"
Alek didn't say anything, just cocked his head to one side and gave Ethan the look, like, `go to hell!'
Gazing back to his iPad, he also finds out, "How come I don't have a file on you?"
This time it was directed at Hunter, "Because you never bothered asking?"
Again, Ethan glances to Alek, "You teaching him to be that sassy, Alek?"
Shrugging his shoulders, leaving them in the `up' position, Alek states, "Not anymore than you!"
It was meant to `stab', Alek having to ask Ethan not to go at him like an animal a couple of times, a tongue and lips eager to get the most out of their interludes together, "Well, here," Ethan hands Alek his iPad, "get his info and then assign him."
Walking away, Alek says, "Aren't you going to be needing your iPad?"
"It's my old one, which is yours now!"
"Used?" Alek replies, "the nerve!"
Before Ethan departs the opposite end of the pool, his middle finger goes up, `fuck you!'
"Wow," Hunter says, "I was under the impression it was good between you two, but now..."
"Trust me," Alek replies, "Ethan's not the jealous type. Far as revenge goes, he just got his!"
"In a iPad? Like, what can I do to have him get me one?"
"Shut up and give me the rundown on your personal status."
"Uh," Hunter thinks on it for 2 seconds, "bottom?"
"My shaft already knows that. What doesn't it know?"
"Well, let's see..." Hunter looks to the sky for answers, "It already knows my mouth is warm, my hands sensuous, my..."
"Uh, let's start with full name, address..."
"Okay, okay, so I'm not making you hard!"
"I already was!" Alek lifts the iPad off his lap.
"Ethan?" Hunter presumes.
"No. You, moron!"
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While Pete gathered laundry, he took a few moments here and there to rush back to his bungalow and work on the blog. Because he tumbled in the sheets last night with Maynard, he didn't finish `cutting off heads'. Rather, he had 2 sets of pictures, because he didn't have it set in his mind, whose navel fit a to guy's face!
Fortunately, he didn't get caught off duty and was able to dash in and out between the rinse cycles. One thing he found out, there were much more clothes to wash, than there were washers, so stuffed as much as he could in. The first loads, 3 machines, they almost walked out the door with the wringer going round and round!
Catching on, he knew he would need to do a lot more loads than intended. This worked out good, emptying 3 washers, filling 3 dryers, running back to the cottage, coming back in 20 minutes. Soon he had a system going, give or take a few minutes.
Nearing lunchtime, he had completed about half of the laundry, but had finished all the pictures for the blog, along with a file of doubles, with heads!
When Maynard, at lunch, found Pete had finished it all, he was overwhelmed, "Oh goodie, now we can relax and fuck around tonight!"
"But we fucked around last night, dah, reason I didn't finish up the blog?"
"I know, but every now and then you would stop and say something like, you weren't sure if you finished Drew's or Scott's bellyhole?"
Knowing it the case, Pete says, "Okay, so I was a little worried about finishing. You know how hyped up the guys are over this?"
He knew, but also knew it was Pete's really first blog entry, with a voting option and since Jack was out of the picture, knew Pete felt something about that, "I know. You'll finish...and if you don't, I'll let you use my stomach for a table!"
"You're the best," Pete pulls Maynard's head, kisses him.
Passing by, it's Jack, "Hey, you two wanna get a room?"
Hunter just smiled, though was a little depressed since Jack was off the Lego-man-in-a-rut project.
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Aronold and Slim, they were given jobs, but not at the resort. With the influx of construction workers, planners and others associated with CK and the big building project at the resort, the town of Soda Flats was swamped with workers and some of their family members.
Chico himself handled it, taking Aronold and Slim into town, explaining to them on the way, how helpful they could be, doing CK a favor, Aronold helping to sell tractors and heavy equipment, Slim helping out at the lumber yard. However, the 2 would still remain on CK's payroll. More watchdogs than salesmen, Aronold and Slim would be CK's eyes and ears.
After the explanation, Aronold asks, "Does that mean we become CK's mouth and ass?"
Laughing, Chico quickly recovers, "Remember, you are also a reflection on Cayman. So, think before you get yourself involved in activities of selling yourself and not a tractor!"
"Of course!" Aronold belches out.
Slim whom had been taking it all in, says, "What did you think we thought, Chico?"
"Somehow," Chico scratches the back of his neck with one finger, "based on the fairy-tales you were telling by the campfire the other night..."
Ghostlike look on Aronold's face, his jaw drops down, "You weren't even there!"
Slim, on the defense, says, "You've got spies?"
Shrugging one shoulder, Chico giggles, "Don't we all?"
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Sam, Edward and Glenn, with their knowledge of the land, held jobs related. Sam and Glenn holding degrees in geology, were in charge of making sure everything was built on a solid foundation. They would also work with the architect team.
Things change, especially with so much uncertainty, coming with Ernesto's untimely passing. Even though it had been for totally differently reasons, Ernesto's partner bailing on him, most likely some of it had to be with the family restaurant owner's trips to Las Vegas and back, once a month. Business and cooking were his vocation. A gambler he was not, but addicted to it, Ernesto soon not only lost the family business, but accrued debt.
Right now, Glenn unattached, he sat down to lunch with his twin, Garrett and what looked to be a closeness between his brother and Edward. Which was fine, because Glenn would be working with Edward anyhow.
About to startup a conversation, Edward the one to break the news to Garrett, he and Glenn paling around all day, Ethan steps into their space, "Can I see you for a minute Glenn?" he places on hand on the table, the other on Glenn's shoulder.
Wiseguy, which Glenn didn't often claim the title, replies, "You're looking at me!"
Ethan needn't say anything, his twin taking up the slack, "Respect your elders, Glenn!"
However, Ethan wasn't sure which one of them were the oldest. It didn't matter, because Ethan could not sit down and enjoy his lunch, until he got CK's business out of the way. That's how it went, getting the weekly paycheck drawn out of CK's financial empire. Duty first, everything else second, unless a person wanted to jump ship. In that case, Ethan would have to try his hand at a job which he might not like as much as this one, a job which paid less and who knows about the hours it entailed. No easy token, with the time, being on call 24-hrs a day, at least there was backup, if Ethan happened to be in a very important moment with a `male friend,' he could summon Chico, but now, also Oscar.
While waiting for Glenn to excuse himself, a simple chat with the brother, Ethan looks up. Not only a bit distraught over losing Alek, he was also happy at the same time. He was not fully losing him, will be working around him, near him, beside him at times and happy he made the decision, talking CK into grooming Alek to be one of the '24-hr-guys'.
"I'm ready when you are," Glenn gives Ethan a little bump on the elbow.
Heading out to the lobby, this wasn't something which needed to be said in front of the others, introducing, "Glenn, this is Brent Abousada, from the state office of environmental protection and I've put you in charge of making sure Mr. Abousada gets everything he needs."
Glenn shook his hand, but figured this was an offer, not an assigned position. Regardless, when he turned around, Ethan was nowhere to be found. "Ethan?" he questioned his whereabouts.
"He went back into the door you came from."
"So he did," Glenn says, having searched the doorframe. Then, setting eyes back on Brent, "I guess this means I've got the job!" he giggles.
However, this was not some spur of the moment job, shoved in Glenn's face. Ethan had to think on it, picking Glenn or Edward.
"That you do."
Part of Brent's itinerary, he is the one to make the choice, choosing the person with the science degree and `other' stuff!
When nothing transpires between the two, Glenn says, "Say, have you had your lunch?"
Glenn's real thoughts were, `this guy is a little chubby, probably no harm if he missed a few meals!'
"Yes," Brent replies. He wasn't in the habit of sharing much, other than details about his own job, but felt compelled to share more, "I'm on a diet anyway."
"Oh, you are?" Glenn says, clapping both hands together, nervous, in case anyone saw a cloud of his thoughts, hovering overhead! "I thought so...uh, you look good."
"If you had your lunch, I would like a tour of the grounds and the work done thus far?"
Glenn lies, about the lunch, "Sure. Full right up to here," places flat hand on his forehead, like saluting.
Though, Brent was thinking, how skinny Glenn was, which is cool, because he wasn't interested in a chubby man like himself, "Then, after I put my things in the place where I will be staying..."
"Oh! You'll be living here at the resort?"
Tell-tale signs, Brent had already figured things out, "Unless you don't want me to?"
"Don't want you to?" it sounded weird to Glenn. Figuring it out in a jiffy, he says, hands moving about to gesture, "Oh, you thought I..." he then drops the charade, "Let's get your stuff and get you moved in."
Problem, or not a problem, when they went out front to pick up Brent's gear, left by the taxi, neither had a clue to which room Brent had been assigned.
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Sooner than later, Alek and Hunter had reported to the dining room. Good thing they had it all set, `boyfriends', because perhaps they weren't the only ones who knew, strange remarks coming from the others.
Last ones in line for food, they were a twosome, "I think they're onto us, Hunter."
"Oh, is that why Jeremi and Kevyn suddenly kissed?"
"Yup," Alek says, with insight, "they did it to mock us."
Not sure about all this happiness coming into his life at once, Hunter checks, "We're still boyfriends, aren't we Alek?"
"We are, but do me a favor and don't ask me again?"
Slowly, Alek has been sensing things, like right now, Hunter feeling like he did something wrong. Given the silent treatment, Alek comes up with a brilliant plan, "Hey, maybe we should be romantic in public. You know, show people we're a couple?"
"Are boyfriend and couple the same thing?"
Alek was ready to hit him with, `you're kidding me, right?', but based on how their meetups at the park rest room, tutoring Hunter on the way to be gay, he truthfully answers, "Probably more than that."
"For real?" Hunter's eyes lit up, causing him to forget he had a plate in his hands.
Hand frozen, the plate takes flight.
"Here, let me help you clean that up," Alek squats.
Hunter follows, squatting to pick up salad parts too.
Drew happens by, "Hey, either crawl under the table or get a room, you two!"
They both stand, Alek saying, "I have a feeling we won't need to get romantic in public!"
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All it took for Glenn and Brent, was that first walk around the grounds and they were hooked on each other. After CK finished work at the resort, Brent headed out to New Mexico, on assignment, after moving into a government position. Glenn said he loved the idea of studying the geology of the state.
Garrett was frantic, because the two twins, even while Glenn was in college, hadn't been separated since birth. Edward said he always wanted to visit New Mexico!
Sam still hangs around the resort and tends to the pool. He's getting on in his years, but his eyes are 20-20 vision and he still gets a rise when the lads are out sunning.
Johnny went on to become a famous baker. While working at the resort, Ritchie, the business part of the relationship, had him open a bakery in town. From there, some magazine from back east loved everything sold there, writing Johnny up in his next article. Since, Johnny visited many places around the world, giving lectures, cooking up baked goods at well-known restaurants. While in London, a producer caught his attention and Ritchie gave the go ahead for Johnny to film a season. One season was to become two, but Johnny missed the old gang, he and Ritchie returning to Soda Flats. Johnny is still on Tv, recording segments for his show at `The Resort At Soda Flats' and penning a 2nd cookbook on baking, first book going straight to the top of bestseller lists, still there.
Deric never became attached to anyone, except hanging around CK. He lives in East Hampton, NY and man-sits CK's mansion when he's not around. He could have become an underwear model, but likes being in the background and and checking out other guys' underwear!
Aronold was very good at selling tractors and heavy farm equipment, `picking up' many new customers, though never finding anyone to settle down with.
Slim worked his way into the `bus' industry and drives a jitney for a senior living facility. He got friendly with one of the older gentlemen and they set up house on the outskirts of Soda Flats. First day at the facility, Slim was telling the man he was too young for senior living. Frank believed him!
Keb and Jack, `the odd couple' were indeed odd together, which didn't last more than a day past Alek's 4th of July birthday party, because they got into a fight over the Lego-dude in Keb's navel. Stupid reason to have a disagreement, they made up when they became sober, but still went separate ways, Jack to college out East. Keb, a CK model, currently lives in Milan.
Jack is a Broadway producer in New York City. Currently he is working on a musical production of `Star Trek.' His benefactor is his partner, Jonathan, also a Trekkie fan!
Shameful thing, even though Jack claimed Keb wouldn't get a vote for best navel, Keb drew in over 700,000 likes.
James and Adrian didn't stick it out either, James going back to Braddock's store in LA and carrying on with his career. Adrian went back to linedancing, but after a Zumba class, decided to further his education. While training to get his PT certification, he also dated his instructor. Now he's part owner of the gym and Christian's home. He teaches shirtless-Zumba at the Gay Pride Center. Often the floor gets slippery from dudes drooling over Adrian's hairy bod!
Nick managed the kitchen for a while, but always thought of opening his own eatery. Finally `borrowing' the money from CK, he opening a pizzeria in town. This venture turned into an Italian restaurant. Nick never paid CK back. CK didn't care! Nick hired a drifter, gay dude with the same-old-gay-hate story, who most people would not want to look at, because of the long hair and filthy clothes. Nick took a chance. Rick cleaned himself up, got himself together and got a haircut. Over time, people began to like him. He's now the mayor of Soda Flats, living with Nick in their rather odd-shaped home in the more affluent end of town.
There wasn't enough men at the resort to keep Iqbal busy, so he left, disappointing Wyatt greatly, telling him he really didn't like him, even though the sex was great. Hurt, Wyatt was very distraught. Alek took it upon himself to speak with CK and as it turns out, CK's friend needed a director for a modeling agency at his new Atlanta office. Wyatt still plays the field, even though Alek tries playing matchmaker with his cousin, when he comes to visit!
Drew and Scott, with Scooter and Tommy, DJ and Adam, Pete and Maynard, Kevyn and Jeremy, all work at the resort, live in the area.
Pete and Maynard still have their blog, but it's slow coming up with ideas after the fantastic response from the Lego-spaceman in the Bellyhole.' The winner was Tommy, reviewers explaining he had the deepest navel, the Lego-dude almost sinking out of sight among all that brush. Some of the guys, the losers, claim Tommy cheated, joining all the bear' groups on Facebook, sending ripples along the `bear grapevine', from domestic and worldwide voting, closing out the contest at 2,156,329,044 likes!
A reward for Pete and Maynard for their apparent success, CK put a bug in a producer-friend's ear and they flew the dynamic duo out to Hollywood to be guests on the late night Tv. It wasn't in the script, but Maynard conned the host into stripping off his shirt, lying down on the sofa. Pete pulled a Lego spaceman from his pocket, placing it in the hair-obscured bellyhole. Maynard's camera wasn't the only picture taken. If their host was in the running he would have won, at 3,457,892,091,772 likes. The Tv host wanted everyone that voted for him to send him $1, so he could retire...he got 2 bucks, but maybe that was good. Tv would miss the popular, witty host, and Pete and Maynard wouldn't be regular guests on his show, bringing with them the next idea for their blog. First few times, their host was a good sport for a blog idea, but he soon learned to have a guest star, like actor Rich Crossner on his show, whenever the boys make an appearance.
Pete, Maynard and Rich became good friends. Sometimes Rich calls in the early hours of the morning to inform Maynard he just came up with a super, fantastic, brilliant, out of this world idea that's so cocky, it'll knock peoples' socks off. In the background a groggy Pete is heard, for Maynard to tell Rich the painted flowers still didn't wear off from around both nips and he's suing!
Angus got tangled up with one of the workers on CK's construction team, Eddie Logan, 11 years younger than him. Not to mention, an oversized drill bit in Eddie's tool chest, Angus took pity on the lad, having trouble coming out. Leaving the construction business, Angus is now a personal trainer at the resort. Eddie is his trainee, working under him and part time waiter, when needed. He is trying to have his book of gay poetry published. Living next door to Tommy and Scooter, they party a lot!
When CK found out Alek really wanted to head back east to attend college, so terribly disappointed he wasn't sticking around, funded the reopening of the defunct Soda Flats Community College. Money talks and soon he lured professors from major universities, accepting positions there. After the first year, the college became a university with a huge campus, and a fantastic earth science department.
No one knew DJ `had talent' and although he was not a DJ, he play 3 different instruments and knew how to wave his arms around, for instrumentalists to follow. In no time, CK had another venture, the Soda Flats Community Orchestra. Within 2 years, Soda Flats had it's own symphony and with CK's backing, a personalized concert venue at the university.
Those who work for CK, still work for him, making Soda Flats their home base, living not far from CK's mansion.
Something snapped and suddenly Jaeson woke up to reality. Without enough enthusiasm to seek out a college degree, he joined the coast guard.
Cain is in a facility for troubled youth, after threatening to pierce one of the waitering staff through the nip with a skewer, being served hot tea, instead of on ice. When asked why he did it, Cain said the waiter was one of the dude's in high school who used to bully him. The waiter didn't grow up in California; he was from Montreal!
Alek is not the only one CK would miss. Bringing Alex, his partner and the boys out west, they live in a well to do area, piece of land one plot over from CK's amazing, green' mansion. Alex opened a Nouguet factory in Soda Flats, changing over to Made in America'!
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That night, Alek going to bed, knocked the book out of Hunter's hand, "Enough of that Marvel comics shit!"
It went flying like Superman over the edge of the bed.
Reaching over, Hunter went to pick it up, which revealed something very enticing to Alek, "Mm-mm do I want this," he ran a finger along the crack!
Well, Alek wanted something, but Hunter did too, "First, do me a favor and get the handcuffs out of the drawer, Johnson? Hint? Hint?"
"Not again?"
Alek did it, because he loved Hunter very much, but also, wanted something very badly and would do anything to get it!
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And they all lived happily ever after iN wONdeRfULaNd!
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Copyright 2015 T. Chase McPhee
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