Fire Island Bikinis

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FiRE iSLAND BiKiNiS 14

WriTten by T. Chase McPhee

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Monday afternoon, when Tal keyed the door to the co-habited condo, the door flung open before he had to give the key a full turn.

"Hi!," came the voice from the inner screen, Adam opening it slowly.

"I didn't know you were home, Adam?" Tal says.

Gesturing, both hands flung out his sides, Adam says, "I thought I was all set with the Sea'n'Rescue Squad this summer!"

"What happened?" Tal share in his thoughts.

"Apparently there were others ahead of me on the list and the funds only go so far," he leads Tal in.

"I'm so sorry. Do you `need' to work?" Tal asks, knowing he and Riley are half-brothers and not exactly destitute.

"No, I don't have to, but a person can only go to the well so many times, before it runs dry? Want something to drink?"

"Yes. Thank you," Tal replies. "What are you going to do, then?"

"You mean, what have I done?" Adam pours two `hard' drinks.

Just the smell chokes Tal up, asking, "What is this?"

"Whiskey. Not into it?" Adam asks.

"Of course," the 22-year old shrugs it off, taking a sip, reacting, coughing until Adam slaps his back a few times. "I think it... might have gone down, not the way it is supposed to!"

"I think you better stick to water," Adam pours Tal's drink into his glass, sticking a glass under the indentation in the fridge, providing a chilled glass of water for him. He waters down his own!

"Yes. This is better for me. So, what is your new job?"

He felt he needed to work up to his conclusive moment, Adam telling about how he tried getting a job as temp orderly at the hospital, slinging burgers at the joint down the road from Ali's market, waitering at Kermit's Nook, even sales at The Flake House, but either he didn't fit the position or they weren't hiring, "I'm kind of late trying to get my foot in the door, you know?"

"Your foot?" Tal didn't understand.

"A saying. Once you get your foot in the door, they can't close the door," Adam explains.

In all serious, Tal responds, "I think they `could' close the door, but then it might break your foot?"

Jovially, Adam replies, "Now that's something I didn't think of. Regardless, you're gonna laugh at this, but I landed a job as a go-go dancer at HOODWINK'd. What do you think?"

A bit under the influence, Adam starts pumping his left and right shoulders, alternating to his own rhythm.

Tal didn't know what to think, saying, "I have never been there."

"What?!" Adam says, likened to blaming, "Never been to HOODWINK'd? Oh man, you're missing the whole gay dance scene!"

"I don't know how to dance."

"Get outta town," Adam says, sipping, "no one doesn't know not how to dance.." he had to retrace his thinking. "Yeah, I said it right!"

Realizing Adam slowly acting, `funny', Tal wasn't sure how to make him stop drinking. No one in his family drank, except his older brother, Keanu, so he was not too experienced. He does remember one time, at a family wedding, Keanu stopping a man from drinking, by taking his drink and drinking it himself. Tal tries this approach, taking the glass right out of Adam's hand, "Maybe I try this again."

Feeling more than good natured, Adam doesn't have a problem with it, "And we eat!"

Before he raids the icebox, Adam cha-cha-cha's to the music system, picks up an iPod, bringing up a playlist and walla!' music starts pumping out of the speaker system. On the way back, his ass is bopping to Lazy J's remix of Can't Say No', asking Tal in a loud, loud voice, "Hey, you like Conor Maynard?"

Tal has to laugh, never seeing Adam like this, moving both arms around and around, bopping his ass, like he was trying to shake something loose, hunching his shoulders, "I don't know of him, but he's good," Tal says. "I have something for us to eat."

He has to laugh, Adam saying, "Oh forget that organic crap. We're ordering out for pizza!"

Tal laughs.

"Here, want to help me out of this?" Adam says, hinting by turning the tables, unbuttoning Tal's shirt.

"Well, I cannot very well do it, with you touching my buttons?"

Adam read into that real fast, not going for the last two buttons, tearing Tal's shirt open.

Before Tal could even protest, Adam was sucking a nip, which then made Tal not care that, "This is my one and only white shirt. I will be a disgrace for tomorrow morning, when I have to report for work."

The Jack Daniels was affecting Tal twice as fast, even though he had less than half what Adam consumed, Adam the one to realize, "Uh, like, you are already reported to work?"

Adam laughed himself half crazy, Tal looking around, the 22-year old saying, "Oh! Right! I am at work!"

It was the first time Adam had heard Tal laugh', heartily, with reckless abandon, which made him not wait for a moment when Tal would get around to stripping his' shirt, tearing his tank top off overhead, which then he put on quite the show, twirling the muscle shirt in midair, as if at a rodeo, riding a bronc. His tank finally left his fingertip, which, wherever it went, no one would find it for days!

"Where do we call for pizza?" Tal asks.

That hot, Lebanese bod, stripped to the waist, got Adam to thinking, "What do you do to get those hot abs?"

Sporting a 6-pack, at least, banking on an 8-pack, Tal replies, "Soccer, mountain climbing, camping, swimming, sailing, fishing. I can't do much, because most of my time I am in school or working."

"Oh man," Adam says, "and I thought swimming and surfing was a lot!" Feeling horny, looking Tal over as he waited for the pizza guy to pick up, Adam's attention centers on pecs, then slides down the washboard, halted by pants!

No one had ever mentioned anything like this to Tal, almost bankrupt of knowledge of anything gay, he looks down upon himself. He's showered himself, rubbed soap over his pecs and the rest of his bod, but never thought about particular parts of his bod, except his cock. Every man needs to whack off! However, looking down upon his lightly-haired chest, he studies his nips.

"Wet them!" Adam yells.

Looking up, Tal says, "What?"

Taking a finger, Adam sucks on it, removes it from his mouth and with his right hand, rubs his left nip with his slimy saliva. Then the pizza guy picks up.

Left to his own devices, first Tal wets a finger. He didn't really get much pleasure in sucking on it, but when he rubbed it over his own nip, it was almost like Adam's tongue playing with it! One hand led to the other and soon Tal was tweaking up both of his own nips.

So engrossed in himself, he didn't hear Adam mention, "Pizzas will be here in twenty minutes," not mentioning his favorite pizza deliveryman, Aldo Vinici would personally be delivering it.

"You can do that?"

"Every man has his price!" Adam replies, though he didn't mention Aldo's rate of exchange, money for...

While 20 minutes of their lives passed, Adam not only showed Tal how he would manage, having patrons tuck dollar bills into his g-string, at HOODWINK'd, but also show him how sexy a man could be, stripping down.

His lead became Tal's `follow', the muscle stud stripping down to his briefs, Adam wanting him to go further!

To do so, Adam led the way, thumbing the sides of his Nouguet briefs, unveiling his pent up cock, big balls bouncing out as well, falling away from his bod.

Quite souped up on the whiskey, Tal says, "Wow, they hang low," making it sound like an educational guess!

Moving his shoulders, his feet in sync, Adam sashays over, "Go ahead. Touch them!"

Part of the norm, Tal shy about such things, he would never think of doing such a thing as touching another man below where his navel is, unless in the proper environment. Yes, he knows it is the thing gay men do, but shyness is like a built in trigger response for him. Not now though, Tal reaching down to touch.

At the same moment, Adam is helping Tal out of his briefs, making comment, "What are these tightey whities?"

"My what?" Tal stops making Adam hard for a moment.

Finishing the job, stripping Tal out of his briefs, they were immaterial now, tossing them over his left shoulder. Sinking right to his knees, Adam couldn't hold back, taking Tal right in, almost sucking him into his throat.

Little had either of them known, 20 minutes had flown by. As it always had gone, Adam cluing Aldo Vinici, he would do what he is doing now, welcoming himself inside the door, with the message, "Pizza's here!"

It made Adam pop off, leaving Tal in a fit of disappointment.

Walking up to Aldo, Adam takes both pizzas.

Aldo asks, "So, what's the game plan tonight?" he strips his tee shirt off overhead.

Tal stares. Another first, he has never seen a man wearing the unusual attire, leather pieces over his hairy front, some pieces of it, where it courses over Aldo's nips, metal rings. Totally ignorant of what it has to do with anything, he asks Aldo, "How do you get them to stay right here?"

Aldo almost went half crazy out of his mind, Tal pulling Aldo's nips through the metal rings!

"Oh my god!" Adam says, hands thrown to both sides of his own head.

As it went in the past, the very first time Adam met Aldo, sharing their little fetish, he got socked in the stomach for even touching Aldo. Running over, he tried to halt the action, "No, no, no, Tal... Don't..."

"Now you gone and done it!" Aldo says, with warning in his temperament.

"What? I was saving Tal from what you gave me, the first time I touched you?" Adam contests.

"Oh really and did you happen to notice how big my shaft was getting, before you stopped the reason for it being so, `boy'?" Aldo threatens.

"Oops!" Adam says, a hand going to his mouth. "Sorry."

"Sorry, what?"

"Um, sir," Adam says.

"You will be," Aldo replies, just knowing what Adam is waiting for.

Into it, something Tal would not get, Adam waited, expecting what would play out to be the unexpected, Aldo pulling his elbow back and ramming his fist into Adam's abs.

"Ugh-h-h-h-h!" Adam belches, bending over and holding his gut.

Misinterpreting the innocent s&m play, Tal rushes to his aid, "You big bully!"

Keanu had taught Tal a few things, like what to do if a gay man tries anything funny', something, like being touched'.

Thinking Aldo has stepped way over the boundaries, especially hurting Adam, Tal resorted to something fierce from Keanu's tutoring.

On his knees, doing what was expected, Adam caving in to the position which would render him a cocksucker to his `master', he once again flails, "Like, oh my god, Tal!"

Right now, two men were on their knees, Adam as a result of a sucker punch to his taut abs, Aldo lying on his stomach, arms underneath him, holding his sore balls for dear life.

"He hurted you. I hurt him!" Tal says.

Crawling over to where Aldo was splayed out on his belly, Adam says, "I am so, so sorry, Aldo. Tal didn't know we were playing a game."

"This is a game?" Tal asks.

Gritting his teeth, Aldo tells him, "Maybe this is a good time to explain it to him?"

Truly, Adam was sorry for Tal's knee to Aldo's midsection, reinforcing the kick-to-the-balls, with his hands on Aldo's shoulder, really driving his knee in deep.

"Maybe I should call an EMT?" Adam asks.

Aldo says, "And tell them what, Adam?"

"We could try and see if Louis is home? He wouldn't mind soothing your sore balls?"

Before saying anything further on the matter, Aldo complains, "Would you turn down that Lil Wayne shit?"

"It's not Lil Wayne, Aldo. I can't believe you don't know the difference between him and Pitbull!" Adam was adamant about his music.

"Thank you for the music lesson, Jonas Kaufmann," Aldo says, crawling up to his knees, the side of his face to the floor.

"I'll take this over that opera shit, any ole time!"

A little sorry about Aldo's balls, caving them in, Tal says, "I like opera... a little?"

"Puccini?" Aldo asks, half of his face dealing with the floor, lips contorted.

Lowering the music, Adam can't believe it. The man who just kneed tough-guy, Aldo Vinici, in the balls, is talking opera, like nothing happened. Furthermore, a revelation occurs. Tal standing, Aldo only goes as far as kneeling. In his own opinion, Adam sees that Aldo's shaved balls aren't showing any signs of being bruised or maltreatment.

After sitting upright, his balls dangling to the wooden floor, Aldo goes to reach for Tal's hardware, saying, "Nice set of jewels you have there, boy..."

Faster than Aldo could think, faster than a blink of Adam's eyes, Tal had Aldo back on his stomach, arms worked up and under, like he was in a full nelson, Tal on top of Aldo's back. More importantly, as a whim, Adam scrutinized Aldo's hip area, wondering if there was any penetration!

"I give, I give, I give!" Aldo cries out.

Feeling whoozy still from the Jack Daniels, Adam sees an opportunity come knocking, he's not going to shy away from it, "Yeah, hold him there, Tal!"

"Really?" Tal wondered, "Why?"

Adam gets up, but sinks right back down, his cock lying out on the floor in a straight line, almost as if he meant for Aldo to sniff it. Picking up his head by his emo haircut, Adam tells the 34-year old pizza man, "Open wide, or suffer more at the hands of `Master Tal'!" he laughs.

"Master Tal?" Tal questions.

Born out of roleplaying, Adam says, "Just go with it?"

"Fuck you!" Aldo says, literally, because this is the first time he's ever played the bottom role, at least with Adam!

"Work him," Adam says to Tal.

"What?" Tal doesn't understand.

"More pain!"

Loosening his reins, Tal says, "I don't want to give him pain."

Aldo's arms flop to the floor, on both sides of Adam's knees.

Both men winding down, Aldo says, "It was a good roleplay, even though I didn't intend on sucking your cock, Adam."

Still not in the loop on the s&m stuff, Tal asks, "Why not? You were going to make Adam suck you, why don't you suck him?"

Still on his stomach, with Adam's pubes almost in his face, Aldo gets up on one arm, fondles his crushed cock and balls, giving them a little fluff, "You know, you've really got balls?!"

"Of course," Tal replies, "we all do... us men."

For whatever reason, Aldo thought it funny, laughing.

"Aldo, what's this about?" Louis walks in the back entrance.

No laughing matter, Louis Reyes having found out Aldo had delivered pizza to Adam's half-mancave, The way it appears, Tal still haunched over Aldo, it looked like he was about to shove his cock in, or pull it out and regards to Adam, Aldo's lips weren't far from the fountain.

Louis, thinking the act hadn't come to be yet, Tal's cock all dry and not slimy wet, "I didn't know you bottom, Aldo?!"

Adam, still on his knees, balls to the floor, says, "We're roleplaying."

"Fuck that," Aldo says, "even when I roleplay, I don't suck no cock!"

Tal was honest, "I think I felt a little of your ass, Aldo?"

Straight-faced, Louis says, "We won't tell anyone, Aldo."

Following, Louis and Adam laugh their asses off, both saying out loud, "Not!"

However, they did agree upon, crossing their hearts and hoping to die, if they ever did tell, if Aldo would let Tal fuck him, Adam and Louis 69-ing, while watching Aldo get his ass reamed.

It didn't happen as Adam and Louis imagined it, yet the two did get down, Adam his back to the floor, Louis dropping his cock and balls in his face for servicing. Louis, in turn, lowers his chest, his face in Adam's meaty pubes.

Fortunately for Aldo, Tal backs out of the deal. In fact, not liking anything about this roleplaying stuff, he packed up and left all together, much to Adam's protesting.

Adam got on Aldo, "This is all your fault!"

"Mine? How would it be my fault?" Aldo protests.

Louis had smelled pizza. Without Adam's cooperation, sucking was okay, but without being sucked... he hunted down the box of pizza!

"If you hadn't said anything about getting fucked, Tal wouldn't have mentioned about his cock sinking into your ass."

"Hey, don't go blaming this whole thing on me. If you ask me, your boyfriend looked just as horny as the rest of us!"

"Right, but what you didn't pick up on, Aldo, is he's not like the rest of us. He wasn't getting it."

Cocking his head to one side, against his shoulder, like he had a nervous twitch, Aldo says, "I suppose we were a little rough on him, though, I didn't do anything, but softly touch his balls, and where did it get me?"

Adam cracked a little smile, "Where you deserve to be, Aldo!"

Both on the floor still, Aldo with back against the base of an easy chair, legs splayed wide open, says, "Right, almost with your cock down my throat!"

"And what would you have done, if Tal's cock sunk into your ass, Aldo?"

"What could I have done, with that massive grip he had on my arms. Shit! For once in my life I was rendered helpless!"

Next, they're interrupted, "Pizza's getting cold!"

Hearing a beer cracked open, Aldo says, "You hungry for pizza?"

"No," Adam folds his arms in front of himself, "more hungry for ass!"

"Well you can forget that right now. Shame on you for even thinking it, Adam!" Aldo gets up, faces the chair to move it back into place.

With the fire of Jack Daniels still in his mind, losing partial control of his mind and senses, Adam, all fired up with one notion, to divide and conquer, he races forward, knocking Aldo and the chair down.

It all fell right into place, the chair going over on its back, Aldo bent in half over it, Adam screaming, "You owe me, Aldo!"

"Holy Mother, Mary of God!" Louis exclaims, a beer in one hand, pizza in the other, tomato sauce clinging to his stache as his mouth gapes open, watching what he thought would never come to pass, Aldo's ass over the foot of the chair, upended, making for the perfect sawhorse, Adam holding him in place, his hand feeding his cock into Aldo's ass!

Of course, first time being penetrated and not by any small, measly piece of meat, Adam could show no mercy, stabbing Aldo in the ass with his 7c.

Monumental in all of their playtimes together, often with a fourth or fifth roleplayer, has Louis ever thought it could happen, Aldo being manhandled, pubes squashed against the chair, Adam, of all people, fucking long and hard, causing Aldo such grief.

"Yeah, give him what's coming!" Louis acted like a damn cheerleader!

However, good memories can make a guy regain his senses. Holding Bobby Flay's cookbook in his hand, it was Louis who didn't have a clue what the connection meant, between Adam and Tal.

Inciting protest, not that he wasn't getting any from Aldo, but more so, Adam says, "Why don't you get over here and give Aldo some, Louis!"

"Some what?"

"Head, you moron!"

It all was kinda horny, Louis thinking, `why not?'

And so it went, same way Aldo had treated them, he got treated, Louis still chewing on a slice of pizza, walks over to where the chair was bowled over.

As the roleplay goes the length, Adam elects himself as the chief, saying, "Stuff your cock in his mouth, Louis and if you feel teeth, let me know!"

"Fuck that," Aldo refuses, "I ain't sucking Louis and that's final!"

Little did they know, falling into place as the head `cock' honcho, fucking every bare ass he's laid eyes on, deep down inside, Aldo had hoped for, wished for some hot top guy to come knock him down a peg or two.

Adam knows how that goes, a kid from college who came over one night, now wanting to suck Aldo's 9-inch tool, him acting like he were the big master, `Master Aldo', reaching in between legs, latching on, "You open that mouth boy, or I'll force it open!"

Almost all of the elements were there, except Louis wasn't feeling it. He couldn't come to terms, jabbing Aldo in the vocal chords with his 8c, not after all this time, thinking on him as an authoritarian figure.

Not wanting to renege on his words, fucking Aldo, Adam directs traffic, "Anytime you're done greasing up your pole, Louis?" the barrel laced with pizza sauce?

It did take Adam's crushing hand to get Aldo's mouth open for Louis, but Aldo's log touching the back of his hand, informed Adam of how much this was making Aldo as horny as hell!

"Oh!" Louis pulls out of Aldo's mouth, caught by surprise, "you want me to fuck him?"

Regardless, Tal, having waited outdoors patiently, for them to end their silly little game, he comes back in, not speaking a word, going to the kitchen and cleaning up.

Knowing what was wrong, was his fault, Adam inhales on the way up, exhales, standing and walks over to the kitchen, saying, "Sorry. It was all my fault."

"Yes," Tal replies, looking down, seeing Adam wiping his cock off with a paper towel.

It wasn't what Adam was really expectant of, maybe a soft let down, not a brash agreeing, "You're right. I should never have had Aldo come over, expecting you would just go along with everything."

"Exactly as I was thinking," Tal made it clear.

Which brought Adam to his greatest fear, "Do you like, want to still... hang together?"

More clear than any picture could ever paint, Tal says, "I was starting like you Adam. We have things in common and I was starting to like us together, but now..."

"I don't have to do that stuff. I can quit it, like, I didn't fuck..." he couldn't believe he had slipped into Aldo's ass, which probably is why it slipped his mind, "Um, looks like I made a mistake... which I'm really sorry for, Tal."

"And the next time you get drunk?"

"Am I that drunk?"

"And out of your head," Tal says. "I take responsibility for myself and my actions. I thought Aldo was going to hurt you, so I took action. I never meant to fuck him. My cock falling in the place of his ass was not intentional."

"I know that."

"But then you and Louis have to make it like I did," Tal sulks. "Then, if that is not enough, you have to drag me into your fun. I did not find it fun at all. I do not find raping another man a turn on."

Not contesting a word of Tal's, Adam says, "You're right, you're right, you're right on all accounts. Thing is, are you willing to forgive me and believe me I won't let it happen again, unless it's with you?" Adam half smiles.

"I could never be what Aldo is to you."

"Never say never!" It didn't raise flags, Adam saying, "Of course. I don't expect you could ever be the man Aldo is. First off," Adam searches for a reason, "you're not Italian!"

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By the time Jay and Jared got back to the island, they could not gain a temporary permit for Dr. Namboothiri to drive through the town. Good thing, while in the hospital, Elton was able to borrow an upscale wheelchair, not the powered kind Jared had on order, but a manual one, nevertheless, easier to glide over any surface, swifter on the curves.

Instead of just Rowan, Elton's other two brothers insisted on taking holiday, Sam and Joel tagging along. Therefore, instead of Elton's Acura, they arrived in the Hummer.

Walking through the town everything was closed up tight, except Castillio's Piano Bar, Donato's Pizzeria and Topher's Surf'n'Turf, for coffee bar and desserts only. They opted to stop at Topher's . Before the first round, Jay's head was bobbing up and down, asleep-awake-asleep-awake.

"I think I better get this guy home," Jared says.

So, they split up, Joel and Sam Namboothiri, 23 and 24-year olds, wanting to take in the night life, following directions to HOODWINK'd. Explaining where Zack's beach house was, they parted company. Whether Joel and Sam arrived later, or followed someone else home, that was their prerogative!

Siding with Jared, on the ability of whether Jay could stay the course, every little bump made him jar awake, pestering persistently, "Are we there yet?"

Finally, `almost there', Jared beats his bro to it, "Um, we're almost there, if you're interested?"

Fortunately, this chair had plenty of restraining straps, yet Jared kept watch, in case something should bust lose. When Jay didn't come awake, he leaned down, making sure his brother was `still alive', hearing him breathe. Never having been there before, he says, "I think this is the place." It was the address.

Already knowing Jay's doctor, now the family physician, ever since the Oregon surfing incident, finding out Elton and Zack Zoen are friends, Jared is not surprised, the good doctor leading the way inside, thinking he should not have even wasted his breath!

Yes, Jared should have saved up some reserve, finding the front portion of the yard manicured with several little steps, each part of the walkway contoured with precise gardening.

"This way," Elton prompts him.

"Here, allow me," Rowan takes over, Elton's 27-year old brother relieving Jared of his steering duties.

"Sure," Jared didn't hesitate, reminding, "um, just pretend you're delivering eggs?"

Two of the Namboothiri clan, Jared had already known Elton, Jay's doc in the city, not finding Rowan much different, cordial, kind, caring and because Jay had woken up, Rowan was being a comedian with him, telling him they were taking a trip `up' the Rocky Mountains.

Finally, reaching the door, Rowan says, "We made it to Pike's Peak!"

When Jared smiled, he sensed it himself, more than the happy facsimile giving him a feel-good tickle.

"Allow me," Elton used his own personal key for entry.

It made Jared react, "Aren't some of us privileged?"

His comment was made, as much as asking how come the doctor had the key at all...

"Elton allows myself or any of my family members to use the beach house. Sometimes he is away," his doc simply says.

Entering, they realize they have walked in on the second floor, yet Jay suddenly was fully awake, saying, "Wow, will you look at that!"

Rowan rolled him right over to the wall of glass, Jay looking out as if at a movie of the ocean at night, widescreen, "Yes, it is nice upstairs and downstairs."

Jared informs Rowan, "Um, Jay's not too good with stairs."

A bright smile on the Indian's face, Rowan informs, "Who said we have to take the stairs?"

As they would find out the next day, in the daylight hours, one side of the two-story beach house was clad in titanium, for durability, but also housed a half-ball-shaped elevator, running in sheer quiet, making the occupants, as Jay picked up right now, "I can't even hear myself move!"

The upstairs had been sectioned off, Rowan electing himself as tour guide, Elton having run off to one of the rooms to check his email. When the elevator reached beach level, Jay was amazed, "Wow! It's like a totally different world!"

Jared agreed. Upstairs, with a few sectioned off rooms, the only elegance was the wall of glass, overlooking the sea. Downstairs, opposite a feeling of white on white, they exited the titanium column into a feeling of the tropics. Everywhere there were plants, some the size of fully grown trees, which amazed Jay even more, not realizing, right before the panes of glass, there was a balcony. The few greens he saw upstairs, originated from downstairs.

Walls were either stucco or wood-paneled. In the center of the floor was a fireplace, which made Jay realize, "Oh, that was the brick upstairs."

He could get around okay on this floor, even to the mens room, because... "There's no door!"

"What was that?" Jared asks him, having been given the go around the place, Rowan his tour guide.

"There's a hallway, but no door. Like, anyone can hear you piss!"

However, Rowan showed them otherwise. When the light switch was turned on, soft music began to play, which he dubbed, "The water music drowns any other water sounds!"

Jared questions, "Toilets for two?"

Rowan jokes, "In case you and yours need to spend some quality time together!"

As Jay has no problem pulling his vehicle up to a toilet, still a little tricky opening his zipper and pulling his schlong out, still he targets the toilet, first hitting the seat in the up position, "Oops!"

"Problem?" Jared yells over to him.

"Not anymore!" Jay replies, having tamed the stream!

Meanwhile, Rowan was showing Jared all the amenities, shower, tub, hot tub, sauna and being so cordial, "If you want, I will show you how all this works, later?"

Of course Jared would want to know how it all works!

"Done, guys! Um, like I'm hungry. Do you think Zack has anything hanging in the fridge, that's edible?"

When they entered Zack's mancave, it was apparent Zack was not at home.

Jared asks, "Where did your brother happen to disappear to?"

"Elton checks his email morning, noon, night and in between times. Then, when he's not checking his mail, he's on Facebook!"

"Oi," Jared says. Following Jay out to the kitchen, which his nose seemed to know the way, Jared tells Rowan, "Yeah, it took me awhile to tear Jay away from Facebook. It's all he wanted to do after the accident. At first it was okay, because his buds wanted updates, but then it became old news."

"Oh my god!" They hear Jay exclaim, picking up their pace.

"Whatsamatter?" Jared asks.

"Nothing," Jay replies. "Will you look at this spread?"

Rowan informs him, "I am sorry to say, you will not find any meat in Zack's home."

"Oh, that's a damn shame," Jared says, smiling.

Smirking, Rowan getting the message, loud and clear, says, "Zack is a vegetarian most of the time."

"Except in bed?" Jared chuckles.

Helping himself, Jay has loaded his lap up with containers, saying, "Come give me a hand, Jare!"

With mountains of containers, Jared rushes over, saying, "An accident waiting to happen!"

Reaching under the pile, suddenly Jared freezes, staring at Jay.

Returning the look, Jay says, "I think I felt something."

"Right," Jared says, "you felt the cold container turning your zipper cold and passing it on?"

"No, I felt you groping me, moron!"

Then, it seemed mighty strange to Rowan, seeing Jared's hand playing with his brother's crotch, "Do you need any help?"

Instead of some silly, slinky reason why another man was touching his crotch, like he was playing around with it, sole purpose to make him hard, Jay says, "No, you don't understand. The only time I could get hard is when I had to piss and even then I couldn't get it up all the way."

"Are you sure I cannot help?" Rowan asks.

What an angel for offering!

"Maybe later," Jared says, "I'm not a vegetarian, so meat doesn't bother me," he winks at Rowan.

Letting him know he wasn't in the dark, about what they tried concealing, Jay asks, "By the way, Rowan, are Indians circumcised?"

"Hey, stoopid, you don't ask a guy a question like that," Jared reprimands.

"No problem," Rowan overrides Jared, saying, "our father, he was Muslim. In the Muslim culture, boys are circumcised. Our mother, she was Hindu. Hindu's do not circumcise, because they don't want to be like Muslims. When each of us were born, my father wanted us circumcised. Our mother did not, but she lost the battle."

Jay asks, "You're Muslim, then?"

"No. After our parents died and we left India, we came to America. We became Christians, at ," Rowan explains.

In an attempt to find out from each of the brothers the same information, Rowan puts it out there, "And you guys, are you Muslims or Hindus?"

Smirking, Jared then says, "Until we met up with the pastor of the St. Stephens-by-the-Sea, we were heathens!"

Leaving Jared with the task of throwing together a salad, Rowan and Jay chat about everything under their sun.

A few minutes later, Elton comes trotting down the stairs, saying, "I have to go."

"But you're coming back, Elton?" Rowan asks him.

"At the end of the week to pick up you, Sam and Joel," Elton replies, all professional-like.

"Oh, we thought the family could be together," Rowan protests.

"I need to return to the city."

Before he gets away, Jay asks, "Before you go, can you examine my crotch, doc? I felt something."

"Nice try, bro," Jared says.

Elton had to agree, but not thinking Jay needed to get turned on by a hot hand, "I told you, over time you might regain some feeling. This might be the start, but don't get your hopes up too soon?"

"That's what I've told him," Jared agrees with Elton.

Frustrated by the two `ganging up on him', Jay says, "I'm trying to get some hope, guys?"

Rowan jokes, "You better get over here and eat this salad, before it looks hopeless!"

To help him get to the table quick, Rowan zips Jay right there, "Oh cool! I can fit right underneath!"

"How convenient," Jared ignores Elton's leaving, taking a seat at the table.

Not realizing the bowls of salad are on the counter, Jared gets up, seeing Rowan juggling three of them, walking towards them, "Here, let me help."

"No, sit. I have them," Rowan says.

Not only did Rowan deliver the salads, but knew where the wine was kept, glasses, napkins, real ones, not paper, and lights two candles, dousing some of the lighting.

"Looks like I lucked out," Jay says, with only seat facing the panoramic ocean view.

"Have any idea where Zack might have gone?" Jared asks.

"My guess are the clubs," Rowan replies.

"I wanted to thank him for all the kindness he extended to us earlier."

"No problem. You can thank him tomorrow at breakfast. If it is nice weather, we can eat out on the deck, by the pool."

"Pool?" Jays eyes shoot over to the replica of the upstairs, nothing but glass. "I don't see any pool?"

"And you won't, unless you are sitting on the patio. I am going to leave the rest to surprise you," Rowan says.

It did irk Jay, but the salad was really good and the night was as beautiful as the inside of Zack's beach house, saying, "I really like it here."

"Good," Rowan says, "then you can stay here tonight."

It was too hot for a fire, Rowan having to turn on the central air. As if there were logs blazing, they lay Jay out on the cushy carpeting, a thick pile made for express purposes, comfort in front of the fireplace.

Jared had to complain, helping to do the dishes, "If it gets too cold in here, I'll never be able to get you out of your clothes!"

"Why should we let that stop us!"

Rinsing the dishes, Jared turns, watches Rowan, unbuttoning the multi-colored shirt, "Apparently, it's not stopping you!"

And it didn't, Rowan zipping down his shirt real quick, but putting the brakes on when it is separated a few inches, showing his dark-haired chest and the furry stripe down to his belt buckle.

"Lovely," Jared says.

Being sexy, Rowan says, "If you want to see the rest, you have to do it yourself!"

Not even drying his hands off, Jared called his bluff, walking the shirt off Rowan's shoulders.

"I think I better turn the air down!"

Jared wondered, whether it was normal, or had the chill in the air caused Rowan's nips to harden up?

Going away, coming back, Rowan says, "Jay, he's asleep. I covered him up with a blanket."

"Thanks, but when did you find time to lose the pants?"

"I'm fast with my hands," Rowan says, parading towards the kitchen in only a pair of purple-patterned Nouguet briefs.

"You fill those out nicely," Jared says of the signature bulging pocket in the front of Rowan's briefs.

"Thanks, but why is it I'm the only one with hardly any clothes on?"

"Because I got stuck filling the dishwasher?" Jared makes excuse.

"Okay. You don't do any dishes tomorrow and I will wait on you hand and foot."

"Oh really? I thought maybe you could start tonight, Rowan?"

By now, Rowan was standing right in front of Jared, and as a result of his caucasian heritage, checked, "Do you like Indian men?"

"Do you think if I didn't, I would be helping you out of your clothes? Oh, by the way, you are a good cock-sucker?"

"I'm a good cock-sucker, but I like to warm up a man first with other delicacies!" Rowan smiles, the perfect host!

Glancing to Rowan's chest, Jared says, "I guess it was the cold air that made your nips hard."

Cutting to the chase, Rowan says, "Do you want me to make love to you down here, or upstairs in a private room?"

The private room sounded nice, but being the trying day he was put through, "I think I'd feel more secure staying near Jay, in case he needs something."

"Like a blowjob?"

He was ready to shoot Rowan down, but with the secret he and Jay share and the one time he brought a college buddy home, the two sharing his college bud, he couldn't exactly condemn what Rowan was saying, "Yeah, right," he replies sarcastically.

So it went, taking the `electric' sofa, with the ability to move so the bod sat in a contour position for watching a movie on the big screen, they lay flat, after Rowan had stripped Jared down.

He was in heaven, allowing Rowan to make the demands, like lay down, put hands behind the head, when Rowan admits he likes to lick out ripe pits, lick the hair on Jared's chest until it's the consistency of shower-ready, to be soaped up.

Matching almost to the T, T-patterns on the front of their bods, simply across the chest, a single line down, right over the navel, turning into a happy trail and then Rowan finding happiness, making Jared hard.

He didn't mind it at all, Jared feeling so comfortable, he dozes off.

Licking his way right back up, he had to move Jared's hands, out from behind his head and form them into a cuddling pose, at least one arm, where he nuzzled up into his left pit.

Everything was fine and dandy, Rowan likewise nodding off, until 5am, when all hell broke loose...

Jared pops an eye open, hearing three pirates enter through the back door, singing...

Jay came awake as well, hearing, "I'm sexy and I know it... I work out!" at which point, a pair of briefs come flying through the air, whizzing right over Jay's head and gets caught on a tall vase, which he thought would fall over, but didn't.

"Oh! Sorry," Zack speaks for the three of them, himself, Sam Namboothiri and his brother, Joel. "I didn't know I had company."

"I told you!" Joel tells Zack, slapping his hand against a bare stomach.

"Oh, when did you tell me that, mate?"

"Who cares!" Joel says, "I'm going to shower."

"Me too," Sam follows his brother upstairs.

"Looks like you had a good time," Jared says to Zack.

"Um, you wouldn't happen to know how to make coffee?" Zack looks at Jared, eyeing him right down to where the sheet is covering his lap.

"Of course."

"Good, while you're making it, I'll shower," Zack says. He sprints over to the stairs, then hesitates, "Then, we'll talk business!"

"Business?" Jared asks, too late, Zack having scooted up the stairs.

Back to the bedroom, Jared at least had hopes of making part of him decent, grabbing his briefs. With slightly a couple of hours living there and that `big window', he could out a little, but wondered, with the light on inside, who could see in!

Standing, the sheet happened to pull out from under Rowan, which made him wake up, saying, "Where are you going?" afraid Jared was going home.

"To make coffee?"

"No. You go back to bed. I will make coffee."

Already in his briefs, Jared took to sitting at the kitchen counter, one of the two eating places.

"What would you like for breakfast... pancakes? Cereal? I can make a very good frittata?"

"How about coffee first and we'll make it up as we go along?" Jared says.

Slapping both hands together, Rowan, who hadn't grabbed his briefs, fits an apron over his head, asking, "Mind tying this around the back?"

Jared knew it was for a reason, giving Rowan's buns a little spank!

"I wanted to make you come last night, but you fell asleep."

"Hmm, I wonder if a guy can come in his sleep?" Jared poses the question.

"Next time I won't hesitate," Rowan tells him!

"At least we're in agreement that there should be a next time?"

Such a nice conversation building, they hear a voice yelling, "I gotta pee, Jare!"

"Duty calls," Jared says.

"I'll go," Rowan says, disappearing quicker than Jared could.

However, Jared follows, watching Rowan put Jay in the chair, giving directions to the nearest `fire hydrant'!

"You think he can find his way okay?" Jared asks Rowan.

"If he can't, I'm sure he'll hollar!"

Then, back to the kitchen, the coffee was already down, Rowan asking, "Black or cloudy?"

"Cloudy," Jared answers.

For a while he forgot about Jay, Rowan being such a charming `hostess', but before long, Jared is asking, "I think I better go see what's keeping Jay. He's been in the mens room for about 20 minutes?"

Hopping off the high chair, here comes Jay, all ecstatic with the news, "Hey, you should see it Jare, I can roll right into the shower, turn on the water, shower and roll right out!"

"Um, did you think of taking your clothes off?" he looks at Jay, at least shirtless, but with wet pants.

"I couldn't get my pants off by myself. But isn't it cool, I didn't have to call on you to come help me?"

"And you didn't bump into any walls? Collide with any Ferraris?"

"Nope," Jay says, tilting his head, his brother subjecting him to his dry variety of humor. "Come see for yourself!"

Such happiness filled Jay, he rolled ahead of his brother, leading him to the mens room.

"See?"

Jared saw all right. Unlike last night, his mind rested up, he notices an oversized shower, seemingly handicapped height; the sink, toilet access, even a small pool with a ramp. Something seemed fishy, that when they returned to the kitchen, he had some questions for Rowan.

However, Rowan was right on the ball, "We need to get Jay out of these wet pants."

Entering a bedroom, Jared asks, "I thought all the bedrooms were upstairs?"

He knew Zack was saving the news to tell Jared himself, but Rowan couldn't keep a lid on it, "This used to be Zack's younger brother's room. He had MS. You know what that is?"

"Of course, of course, um, what is it?" Jared replies, which right away he put some of the math questions to rest, like 2 + 2 = 4, not stumped by why the furniture was dwarfed looking.

"Google it!" Rowan wasn't in the explaining mood.

"Right." Like it was a memory lapse, Jared reiterates, "Wait, I know what it is."

Like, did Jay care?

"Hey, look what I found?" he rolls out of the wide closet, a pole in his hand.

"What's that for?" Jared asks.

"Uh, to reach clothes hanging in the closet, dah, bro?" Jay tells him.

"And by chance, if Jay can't make it to the main mens room, there is a portable jon through that door."

"Hey, what an awesome set up!" Jay exclaims.

Even though Jay didn't catch on, Jared did, "You mentioned `Jay'?"

Smiling, Rowan says, "It is not by accident us brothers are staying here for a week. True, we're on holiday, but Zack needs help moving things in and out, that is..."

"Was this Zack's `business' he was going to talk to me about?"

"Act surprised when he asks if you and Jay would like to live here for as long as you need?" Rowan replies.

He already knew `why', if as they were finding out, almost the whole place functional for a handicapped person, such as Jay. For certain it beat Riley's condo.

"It's good you told me. I have a little time to think about it, before Zack mentions something," Jared tells him.

The sound of a bell, Rowan says, "Front door. I'll get it."

Stunned by the turn of events, it's too late Jared realizes something, Jay pointing it out, laughing first, "He only has the apron on!"

"So I notice," Jared replies, raising an eyebrow.

Rolling out to the main room, Jared follows, running into Rowan and this other dude, bringing in sacks of goods, the name `The Flake House' on the outside of the parcels.

Jay immediately asks, "You shop The Flake House, Rowan?"

"Zack," Rowan replies.

"Wow! He sure likes to shop. Looks like enough for an army!"

At first there was only Rowan, but entering with a second round of shopping bags, Jay takes notice, "Like, oh my god, who's that?"

Rowan does the honors, introducing Jay to Jeremy Behrens, "Whose brother owns The Flake House."

"Nice to meet you," Jay's hand is out to meet and greet.

"Same here," Jeremy places a box under his left arm, to shake Jay's hand.

Coming down the stairs, Zack announces himself, "Oh goody, the stuff's here. Thanks for bringing them over, Jeremy!"

It was really a set up, which should have occurred last night, but as Zack found out, Jeremy could not make the delivery until before work today, instead of after work, yesterday. It didn't matter, as long as Jeremy got to meet Jay!

"Have you had your breakfast, Jeremy?"

"No, not yet. I was going to stop back home, before going to the store, thanks," Jeremy says.

By his looks, as far as Jared was concerned, he wanted to make friends, "I'm Jay's brother, Jared."

Self-introductions, Zack tears him away, into the kitchen, which seemed rather abrupt.

Zack first says, "I like the way you dress in the morning?"

Realizing it, Jared only had his briefs on and they weren't even his. Trying to find his in a hurry, he spotted Rowan's Nouguet briefs, so stole them, accepting the compliment, as if they were his own, "Thanks."

Invited into the kitchen, Jared had an inkling of what was to follow. As Rowan had clued him in, Zack said he was looking for a location for a new beach house and wondered if Jared was interested in selling the lot from his burned out home. He also pretty much summed up what Rowan had gone over with Jared.

"I'm sorry for what happened to your brother. Trust me, that even though I'm sure you went through your own personal crisis, I can side with what you had to go through," Jared relates.

"Thanks. I'm sure, even though different circumstances, Jay can relate to how it feels being confined," Zack replies.

Rather than himself, Jared puts if off, "Jay really likes the place."

"Good, then say yes. Let's have your property appraised, I'll buy it for whatever price you have in mind and in the meantime, Jay has a place to call home."

It was a tough offer to refuse, the only thing leaving Jared hanging, "What are you asking for this place?"

"Not a dime."

"What?" Jared was confused.

"It was an experimentally designed house. I received grants for most of the cost. When it was completed, those who helped fund it took pictures inside and out and billed it as a state of the art housing project for persons with disabilities. I hope you will consider allowing Jay to be the new resident and yourself, when you need a roof over your head."

Suddenly, Jay comes wheeling in, "Jare, you would not believe it!"

Jay's wheelchair, with him in it, looks like a counter top at The Flake House!

"All these clothes are for me!"

Jared looks to Zack, "Covered by the grant, I take it?"

"Slush fund," Zack says.

"Right," Jared doesn't believe one word.

"And oh, one more thing," Zack informs him, "I feel really bad about your truck, so when I called to order up another Jaguar for myself, they had a deal, buy one, get the second half off," he bullshits Jared, "so I ordered one for you."

Not thinking like Jared, Jay exclaims, "Oh cool! Is it a convertible?"

"You want a convertible?" Jared whips a pad off the fridge door, taking notes. "Anything else?"

"Do they come in gold?"

Bursting Jay's bubble, Jared says, "You're not Justin Bieber, besides, we're not taking the car."

"No problem then," Zack crosses off what he wrote, Jay's requests, "what truck would you like to have?"

"I don't want to hurt your feelings, Zack, nor make you think I'm not grateful, but it's all too much," Jared replies.

However, Rowan, who it seems knows a lot of Zack's business, says, "Tell him `why' it's not too much, Zack?"

"Hold your horses, I was getting to that. I have to spend the money or lose it to a cause I do not support. Back in New Zealand, my little brother stupidly fell prey to a bogus charity. If I don't spend the insurance money by the end of the month, it will be taxed or forfeited to a government foundation, which in my mind is a scam!"

"Why can't you just invest it?"

"It needs to be spent in conjunction with someone who is handicapped. This is when I thought it would fit Jay perfectly, the house and then I can use the money to pay for things he would need. I think you will need a new truck?"

"Powerful Jag," Jared says, "damn well bent the cab of my truck out of shape. Doors don't open and the front seat slants."

"And the check you get from your insurance company, you can set aside for Jay."

Zack seemed to have all the answers, Jared not questioning his motives. One reason, was the confidence Rowan had with each point Zack covered.

Asking Jared to think about it, Jay staying at the beach house, indefinitely or as long as he wanted and selling him their beach property, Zack leaves.

"Where's he going?" Jared asks Rowan.

"He has a project going on in Atlanta. You won't be seeing him for a couple of weeks. Anything you want, let me know," Rowan says.

"Let you know?" Jared asks, thinking something fishy was going on between the two.

"I didn't have time to talk to you, to tell you, when Sam and Noel leave, I will be staying here all the time."

Thinking of someone to be with Jay, it does occur to Jared, "What about Tal?"

Of course, he hadn't mentioned hiring Tal to take care of Jay, Rowan asking, "Tal?"

"I hired someone to take care of Jay, when I'm not around. He's a really nice, considerate person, whom I had working at one of my stores. I asked if would want to take on the position, before we met you," Jared explains.

"Let him come, then. I will take care of the house and Tal can take care of Jay," Rowan replies.

"And liaison between myself and Zack?" Jared guesses.

"I will be on his payroll. It will part of my duties as caretaker of the beach house."

"Oh, so this is a job for you?" Jared tries to get to the bottom of things.

"It is my job to make sure the house stays in good condition, shop for food, laundry, etc. As far as keeping the occupants in good running order, that is not included in the salary," Rowan smiles.

"Oh really? Tell me though, is that your maid's uniform?"

"Did you say you wanted pancakes?"

"Sure," Jared says. "You make pancakes, while I check out what Jay is doing." He watches as Rowan walks away, a desire to do something about that hairy ass!

Finding Jay, he was in his room, but wasn't alone.

"Jare, look at all these cool surfing clothes!"

Out of the closet comes Jeremy, hangers in his hand, kind of weird looking. Jared staring, Jeremy says, "These are specially designed to work with the hook on the rod."

"Oh right, I already had a run in with that," Jared says, having Jay come out of the closet, like he was in attack mode at the castle, almost jousting his brother in the balls!

"Jeremy says, anything I need to wear, to call him and he'll bring some samples by for me to try on," Jay says, excitedly.

"Or," Jeremy tells him, "I can come around and take Jay over to the store."

Still leery of everything going on about them, Jared asks, "Has Zack arranged all this?"

"You still have an $800 credit at the store for Jay's use."

In this day and age, no one gives nothin' away for nothing in return, Jared wanting to get to the bottom of it, "Excuse me," he heads back to the kitchen.

Again confronted with the opening at the back of the apron, he says, "Contact your boss. I really need to find out how far he is extending his generosity."

"I can answer your questions," Rowan turns off the gas, before getting started on the pancakes. "The house, the Jaguar, or truck, and the clothes, are all yours, no money exchanged. Anything which goes wrong with the house, broken elevator, broken window, pool repair, whatever the house insurance does not pay for, you will be responsible. Car wash, you pay. Food and any other goods for the house, you pay. After Jay's credit at The Flake House runs down to nothing, you pay. And oh, you pay the house insurance!"

"Okay, I get it, by why is he doing this, Rowan?"

"This house was not only the project which brought him notoriety, it is the house his brother lived in. He cherished his brother, much like I am sure you do Jay. There is sentimental value here and I think Zack has found someone he can trust will take care of the house and at the same time, use it for their own special needs. He likes you Jared, but..." Rowan smiles, "I like you more!"

"Oh," Jared jokes, "so you two tossed a coin and you got my tail?"

"My tongue could only hope!" Rowan chuckles.

"I can't say you didn't do a good job on my pits!"

"Too bad you fell asleep with my lips wrapped around your pole!"

Jared says to that, "Maybe I should save some questions for later... much later... because, I have to get to work."

"Oh, before I forget," Rowan says, reaching in a kitchen draw, "Zack wanted you to have this."

Brand-spanking new, in it's original box, Rowan presents Jared with an iPhone.

"You're kidding?" Jared looks at it, without even touching it.

"No. I am not. It is all programmed and ready to go."

"Programmed?"

"Zack was in touch with a man from your company, JT, and he transferred all of your numbers, from your computer, to your phone. Maybe there are more contacts on your cell than you had before, because Zack entered in some of his important contacts as well. Still, it is ready to use and Zack made sure you have the same cell number, so you do not need to alert your contacts," Rowan gives him a lot to ponder.

"This is unreal," Jared says, forgetting about being suspicious over all that he's been showered with.

"Now I will make pancakes, while you go up to your room and make ready."

"`My' room?" Jared asks, holding the iPhone to his chest.

"Sam and Joel will be sharing a room. Zack has cleared his things out of his room and it will now be yours," Rowan says. "Maybe I should show you."

"Yes, please," Jared replies. On his way upstairs, passing by Jay's room, he heard talking, which meant Jeremy was still hanging with him. A bark startles him, only thinking how Jay is not ignoring the dog. It does occur to Jared, "Zack is okay with a dog in the house?"

Stopping for a moment, like he had climbed up the John Handcock Building and not one flight of stairs, Rowan rests on the railing, "Last time, Jared. Once you start thinking this place is yours, then you can answer your own question."

As Rowan carries on, Jared was stumped, backtracking on what answer he hoped to gain, thinking over the question. In doing so, he not only thought of this as a permanent home for Thor, but also Jay, already showing he liked the place immensely. Was it only he, who was having the problem, or did a problem exist at all, the whole scenario so overwhelming?

Walking in the door, he's grabbed by an arm, swung around, his ass landing in the bed!

Looking up, Jared asks, "What happened to your apron?"

"Horny is what happened!" Rowan replies.

Unfortunately, or fortunately, however things would turn out, Rowan, in his horseplay, forgot to close the door. Therefore, Sam and Joel, stepping out of the shower, had wrapped only towels around their waists.

Joel casually leans in the doorway, saying, "Hey, mind if we come in for an orgy?"

"Yeah, we're all clean and ready!" Sam says.

Ready to bowl over onto Jared, Rowan yells, "Get out of here, you bimbos and show some respect!"

Jared had to laugh, hearing Joel tell Sam, "What's got his balls twisted up?"

"Kind of tough on them, weren't you?" Jared asks.

"Our poppa used to say Elton and I were the shining stars of the family." Rowan puts it in nowadays lingo, "Joel and Sam, they are sluts!"

"Oh," Jared, in all respects wanted Rowan to get his briefs down, but his own fault for interrupting, "Just what is it you hope to pursue in life?"

"First you, then I hope to find a business I like and maintain it," Rowan replies.

"Me, huh? What makes you so sure I'm looking for a romance?"

"Like, you haven't thrown me off of you and onto the floor?" Rowan replies.

"You're bigger than me!"

"Oh really? Do you mean hard or soft?"

Jared says, "I meant your bod!"

Rowan had to fairly set the record straight, "We're both of the gym crowd. It's just that I wear it differently than you. I mean, all genes aren't created equal, in case you haven't heard?"

"Is it Elton who's filling your head with that stuff?"

"I'm sorry, if when I met you, Jay had his eyes on me, because, my eyes were on you?"

"Jay?" Jared says sarcastically, "I don't think we have to worry about my brother crying his eyes out, over losing you to me!"

Joking, the two hearing laughter, Rowan saying, "Isn't that boy from The Flake House ever going to leave?"

Glancing to a clock on the table, Jared says, "Holy cow! Speaking of work?!" Jared sits up, inadvertently tumbling Rowan off the bed!

"You don't want me?" Rowan says, sitting on his ass and looking up.

"Sure, but I don't have time right now for a blow job. Besides, didn't we come up here to show me where the shower is?"

It was sweet, Jared not rushing off right away to douse his bod with clean water, standing there, a hand out, offering to hoist Rowan to his feet.

"Are you sure I'm not too heavy to pull up?"

His hand was already there, right before the asking, Jared giving a heave, says, "Ooh, I think I pulled something in my back!"

Meanwhile, one floor underneath, Jared and Jeremy had been talking `surf', a tie-in to the brother's shop.

Regarding the time too, Jeremy says, "I need to open the shop. Anything you have a question about, feel free to dial my cell."

Jay replies, "Do you think you can stop back after work and explain which shirts go with what pants?"

"Sure," Jeremy replies, adding, "do you want me to pick up some pizza, or Chinese food?"

"Not necessary. Zack has plenty in the fridge," Jay replies.

"Okay. I'll bring something to drink," Jeremy says, feeling down on himself that he has to leave.

It didn't matter to Jeremy, Jay a couple of years younger, or the immobility issue. He was just fun to be with, knew a ton about surfing and talked it up like he still went out everyday to catch a wave.

The other part of Jeremy's life, not as rosy as this, meeting someone he could relate to, a genuinely nice dude, there was much friction between him and his older brother, Steve. His business, Steve was a stickler at making sure everything went without a glitch, not allowing anyone or anything to get in his way.

Such was the case, when the merchant across the street from The Flake House, calls Steve and tells him it is five past nine and the store is not open for business.

When Jeremy arrives at 9:10, the store `is' open, knowing there is going to be a price to pay for his tardiness.

Not the first time, Jeremy has had to stand there on the sales-floor, no less, and be ridiculed, Steve building himself up, while tearing Jeremy down, "I swore on our dying father's grave I would take care of you and this is the thanks I get?!"

Jeremy `tries' explaining, "But the delivery, the customer is in a wheelchair. I had to help..."

Steve looked around before doing it, slapping Jeremy right across the face, which sent him falling east, "Don't give me that line of bullshit either. What were you doing? Fucking like a whore? No, I forgot, you're one of those sissy-gays, who beg to take it up the ass!"

Jeremy hated it when things came to this, which happened at least 3 or 4 times a week. Every little thing he did, Steve found fault. If the dad they shared had been Steve's `real' dad and not his stepdad, then maybe their brotherly relationship would be more easy-going. Yet, he knew, their father, having a weird way of doing things, instead of collecting their inheritance at 21-years old, knowing they might blow it right away, stipulated inheritance money and stocks be paid out at age 25.

What worried Steve, is how he would manage to survive, Jeremy inheritor of three-fourths of the estate, one-quarter left to the stepson. He already had it in his mind, if Jeremy did not freely hand over at least half of the estate, maybe he would take it all. It's the reason, while Jeremy was home from college this summer, he would take full advantage of keeping tabs on his `beloved' brother.

Strange as it seems, it is why Jeremy had been dragged to the back storage area, holding out for another year and a half to pass, so he could take his money and carve out a new life for himself. For now, Steve's name was on the deed to The Flake House, and in a year and a half, if he wanted to, could sell out. As Jeremy knew, Steve was in debt and even a sale of the business would not even take him out of the red.

Growing up, Steve was always the reckless one, Jeremy the sane sibling and their father saw this streak in each of the brothers. Their father had trouble keeping the women he was married to and soon the second marriage had dissolved.

Even before that, Jeremy sensed a tense situation between him and his older stepbrother. So, for things to resort to squabbling, now, it was nothing new. What was new though, since arriving home from college, Steve seemed to have grown more edgy. He had fallen scam to Steve's idea about putting money into the business, which in reality it would go to pay off gambling debts, something Jeremy had no idea.

At the end of the summer, Steve had promised Jeremy would get a return of more than he could ever imagine, though no mention of percentage was made.

Regardless, whatever was irking Steve, had trickled down to affect his personality, whether personally or outwardly.

Being grabbed by the shirt, Jeremy was forced into the storage room, Steve causing him to double over, with a punch in the stomach, more accusations thrown at him.

When he answered to Steve's rebuttal, a lull in sales, Jeremy used Zach Zoen's sale yesterday to back him up, "I sold almost 3-grand worth of clothing yesterday?" Jeremy held his aching stomach.

"Well, you're going to need to make 6 times that much by the end of the week!"

Continuing on his menacing rampage, Jeremy felt like he was going to die, feeling Steve's foot kick him right in the balls!

Left alone, he was crying. What guy would not be, after feeling his globes kicked into orbit? All he knows is, after getting off his stomach, Steve wasn't there.

He was kind of relieved, hearing Steve and not feeling his boot, "Hurry up and get your ass out here. You have customers!"

When Jeremy came out from the back, he saw Steve ducking out the front door. He did go about business, helping customers, in particular one man, who always came in on a Tuesday to buy clothes for his son. It also happened to be the attorney, hired by his father, who saw through the turn of events regarding his will.

"How are you Mr. Bentley?"

Just the opposite, it was Wes Bentley asking, "Never mind me, how are you getting on?"

Still pangs of pains in his crotch, Jeremy wondered if the family attorney had figured him out, standing up for himself, "Good."

Because he himself had experienced Steve's unorthodox means to extract money from the estate, and lost, confronted in a gay bar no less, walking out with his guts barely intact, seeks more, "You don't look good, Jeremy. Steve treating you right?"

"Yeah," Jeremy forces a tiny smile, "fine."

Fortunately for Jeremy, not being fine and saying it, Wes Bentley knew the truth, when Jeremy falls over, right into his chest, like a football player!

As it goes, Jeremy was taken to the hospital, having not been able to recover from a broken rib and nearly losing a sac. Wes made sure Steve didn't get away with this, calling in the police.

With Jeremy's statement, Wes as backup over being harassed, others with their stories came out, such as the dude across the street, Martin, who worked at Tam's Asian Encounter. As it stood, Martin was being bribed by the Asian owner, knowing Martin helped bring a fellow countryman into the country illegally.

But this was the tip of the iceberg, Willem Van den Broeck, not having evidence, but with intuition, thought it very strange, right after having an argument with Steve, over the sale of some family heirlooms, deemed not too valuable by Willem, a brick crashing through his store window, moments after Steve taking the whole lot of his unsaleable goods and marching out of his store. Quite a few valuable items had been broken, which Willem was never able to make up for. Coming to light just now, it is found the brick came from the Behrens estate house, decrepit, assessed, if repair work is not done soon, the whole house could come down!

So, it was very lucky of Jeremy, Wes coming in on his scheduled date, Tuesday, looking on the sale rack for any values, which over the past two weeks, Wes had noticed prices going up and not down!

Tit for tat, when Wes shows up with a bouquet of flowers, asks, "How are you feeling today, Jeremy?"

"Still tender... down there. Are those for me?"

"Nah. The cute nurse down the hall," Wes smiles.

Knowing which one, Jeremy says, "Yeah, he is, isn't he?"

Wes takes the thing Jeremy uses to pee in, saying, "I suppose this will have to do," he fills it with water, sticking the stems in.

"Thanks, Wes."

"By the way, the guy's name you gave me," Wes takes a paper out of his pocket, "Jay, he said as soon as he can get himself together, he would get here to see you. If I'm not mistaken, this Jay is a special kind of guy?"

"I met him only yesterday, Wes, but yeah, he's pretty cool. We have a lot in common." Then, comparing the harsh world of working under his problem-brother, to spending a few precious moments with Jay, "Compared to the time I came home from college, to now, being with Jay is like, heaven!"

Knowing from experience, him and his man and their two teenaged sons, Wes says, "When you get someone like that, fight to keep him!"

"I know," Jeremy had already made up his mind, yesterday, sorting out clothing with Jay, agreeing and disagreeing on style and color, but it was good, interesting and lots of laughs, "thanks."

"You can thank me when we've got your estate all worked out. I'm not lying to you, regardless of your cut, because of your brother's bad bookkeeping, you could stand to be a little low on the funds?" Wes rubs Jeremy's arms.

"Nothing could be worse than the way Steve has treated me."

"Hey, at least I was with friends who didn't mind stepping in and offering protection. But don't you worry. Your brother is going to be in a place where he himself will have to think about his own protection!"

Solemnly, still hurting, but with a sense of values, Jeremy says, "I don't wish him bad. All I hope is he gets his life turned around and... but then again, I feel hypocritical, if it is too much to ask that I don't care if I see him again?"

Trying to comfort Jeremy, Wes apologizes for his rib hurting, "Sorry about that. I was only trying to..."

"I know," Jeremy cuts in. "If ever anyone had someone to call a friend, it's you, Wes."

"Is that so? Well, as soon as you're in hugging condition, I'm going to give you the biggest, slurpiest kiss you've never had!"

He thought so, Jeremy saying, "If Jay doesn't beat you to it?!"

"Oh right. I forgot you have a boyfriend now. He isn't the jealous type?"

"I doubt it very much."

From the heart, Wes says, "You're a good kid. I think you deserve a break. I really do hope this guy and you work things out."

"And what about you and those two teens? When are you going to find a dad for them?" Jeremy kids.

"I `am' their dad!"

Leaving, Wes said he would be in touch often. As he's going out, he's almost bowled over by a guy in a wheelchair coming in, holding the door.

"Thanks," Jay says.

Of course, Rowan and Tal were there too, to add their wishes for a speedy recovery. Tal was busy rolling Jay, but Rowan, with no immediate responsibility, tells Wes, "Thanks."

Yesterday, when Jeremy was helping Jay sort and file clothes away, Jeremy had talked up his friend and father's associate, Wes Bentley. Before Wes can make a complete getaway, they all become friends.

Walking out, they can't see it, but Wes' mouth forms a big `O', saying, "Wow, what a knockout!" It's almost like he can taste Tal's good looks. He laughs at himself for being so silly!

Wednesday it was a madhouse at both marine stores. Barely a week away from the 4th of July, which happens to coincide with Jay's birthday, July 5, every year they can remember, fireworks were not only a patriotic symbol, displays for Jay's benefit!

Checking in at the satellite store, cash registers were taking in money nonstop. Even Jared had to pitch in, along with store management, mainly the store manager himself, Bron Yubanski, of course his forte, working the luxury yacht section.

Strange, it seemed customers liked Bron for being kind of kooky, or as Jared thought it, plain and simply bubbling over with a desire to get it on, doing what he was born to do, `sell'!

Coming over to him, the assistant manager, an ex-marine, who looked like, if a person rubbed him the wrong way, he would spit fire, was really a down to earth, sweet individual. Having come out of the service about 5 years ago, when the J&J satellite store opened recently, Kevin Walsh decided it was time for a change up. Single, gay, 31-years old, he wasn't interested much in a relationship, but sure loved be out on the water with his buds, fishing or immersed in other rugged sports, camping, hiking, even got into a little rock climbing. Even though he and his twin brother, Barry sat well with a hefty bank account from their family estate, Kevin could not settle for sitting around for the rest of his life. Lucky for Jared, he was into hiring a person with firsthand experience in the field.

At the store, even though he wasn't a spy, Jared knew he could count on Kevin's expertise on how things were going, without asking.

"Hey, got something for ya," was usually Kevin's introductory line.

"What's up?" Jared asks, pausing for a moment, from stocking out a box of various lures.

"Bron. He's going to turn this place into a gold mine, you know?"

"Don't tell me he sold another yacht?" Jared responds, putting a lure on a peg-hook, a teenager taking it off. Jared had seen this kid in here before, from the local high school, because he's been to the football games. They exchange smiles, the kid saying, "Can't fish without bait!"

Without cracking a smile or even a laugh, Kevin says, "He has a crush on you, you know?"

"Right, Kevin and if I want to stay out of trouble, I won't go around picking up high school kids!"

"I thought he was cute," Kevin does crack a little smile.

"You go tailgate him!"

"Oh no. I don't play with the youngsters!"

"Right, Kevin, unless they're covered with a certain amount of furriness?"

Kevin had admitted to Jared he was into the bear and cub scene. After all, with pecs of hair, stripe and a treasure trail embedded in a stomach swirl, he fit right in with the hirsuite crowd, "You got me there. Then again, chances are, if they've got all that hot fur, they're probably old enough to... go camping?"

"Um, like, are you going to keep me guessing about your sleeping bag size, or was there another reason why you accidentally came down my aisle?"

"Sleeping bag?!" Kevin lets out a wild laugh, immediately stifling it, "Why, as a marine, we didn't know what a sleeping bag was!"

Jared, squatting down, loading up hooks, knew Kevin could not see him rolling his eyes, ready for another Marine story, but instead gets interrupted again, this time the same kid with another, "My friend wants to know," he picks up a lure above Jared's head, "what you use to catch sharks?"

Kevin plucks the lure right out of the kid's hand, telling him, "Sharks? Go home and play with your goldfish. You want to go and get your dick bit off?"

Jared, without looking up, says, "Good thing Bron is selling yachts, the way you're scaring off customers, Kevin?" Jared's attention lingers, poised in a stuffy manner, but fun-loving.

"What do you mean? I was only looking after their assets, young things like that and all?"

With two young men on his mind, Jared says, "Tell me, Kevin, are you by chance into Indian guys?"

"Me? I prefer cowboys, but..."

"No, no, no, you idiot, Indians from India?"

"Funny you should mention that," Kevin, who always stood `at ease', says, "last week in the store this was this Indian cub and, like, I was ready to ease the rules about shirts on in the shop."

Okay, he found out Kevin did indeed like Indians, furthering his quest, "Well, if you happen to have a buddy who is also, I might have a couple of guys, `interested' in meeting some Marines?"

"Why would I need a bud? I'm a Marine, remember?"

Like, at times, Kevin wouldn't let it ever slip Jared's mind!

"Okay, so my next question should be, are you into threeways?"

"Three? Four? Hell, I'll take them all on!"

"Great. You're coming over for dinner," Jared says. "Now, tell me about Bron."

Jared almost fell over on his ass, thinking about how much J&J Marine was going to have to pay out in commission this summer, if Bron didn't slow down on his selling streak. Then again, why should it matter, when anyone who bought a yacht would not only recommend their friends, but also do repeat business with J&J.

After Kevin tells all, there's a page, `Manager to the front of the store,' telling Jared, "Must be more shirtless guys!"

`Must be,' Jared thinks, Kevin tearing out of there faster than an atomic submarine!

Knowing Kevin headed to the yacht wing and not the front of the store, Jared stood up from his cock-sucking position and headed towards the front cash lanes.

He had thought Kevin scared these two sharkhunters off, them returning, this time asking, "My friend and me were wondering if you're the man to see, that's hiring?"

Squatting was one picture of these two guys, which Jared did happen to notice, out of being a man and gay, they had quite nice assortment between the legs. Standing, thinking he was talking with two, he erased that thought and put them as high school grads, more first or second year college, "What kind of work you looking for?"

Before they could answer the question, one of them was answering a different one, "I'm Dean and this is my bud, Phil. We do a lot of fishing."

Playing his trump card, one in which Jared knew would sink many candidates, the responsibility involved in selling such an item, pops the confidence question, "How do you think you would be selling luxury yachts?"

He knew he had one of them guessing, Phil, wearing a blue baseball cap, plaid blue shirt, turning to his bud, Dean, who says, "We can sell damn near anything, if we put our minds to it!"

Taking an interest in the two, not because they were very good looking, especially the blond, `Dean', but also someone he could picture Kevin growling at, "Well, lets see what you can do."

Catching Jared's arm, Dean was shaking his hand, "You won't regret it, Jared, or do we call you Mr. Evans?"

"Have we met?" it could have very well been a pickup line, however the scene didn't dictate it.

"Indirectly. We know Jay."

"Yeah," Phil, who's been the quiet one, "Jay is the real reason we both got into surfing. He's like, our idol."

Dean follows up with, "Yeah. We felt real bad when he fell off his board."

Difference between a year ago and now, well a year of college tends to make a high school kid grow up, both in looks and speaking, "Did you go to school with Jay?"

They sulked a minute, Dean saying, "We were there the day he hit the rocks."

Phil reminds, "In Oregon?"

Okay, Jared got the connection, saying, "I'm afraid I was so out of it, thinking about Jay, I didn't even bother thanking you guys for coming to the hospital after school all those times."

"It's okay, but we kind of lost touch."

Phil says, "We know about your house burning down. It was all over Facebook, but until today, we didn't know whether we would find you in the store or not... a guy who owns 2 stores, stocking shelves?"

`Dammit!' Jared thought, how cute Phil looked, those puppy dog eyes, under the flap of his Yankees cap!

"Well, let me see if you can help our store manager out," Jared was taking a chance.

Both boys eyes were as wide as saucers, "You want us to sell boats?"

"Not just boats," Jared walks them through a canyon of `boats', "yachts!"

Behind his back, he hears Phil innocently say, "We don't know nothin' about yachts, Dean!"

"Shut up. We're smart. We can learn fast," Dean tells him.

By the end of the day, even though Dean, nor Phil had sold at least one yacht, he did find out they were new at being a gay couple and any money they accumulated during the summer would, first, go towards college expenses and then after costs, set up a `home' for the two, be it an apartment or even just a room.

Of course, Jared put it on Bron's shoulders, his job, to make sure the boys sold at least one yacht this summer!

The tall ceiling in the `yacht room', it tended to get warm. Dean and Phil didn't see any harm, on their break, to strip off their shirts, while hanging around a vending machine. Surfers, no shirts became habit!

Bron, getting overwhelmed, would sometimes have to break into their time out, calling them back.

Same day as they are hired, Dean and Phil fed their hands into their shirts, literally running back to the yacht chamber. Arriving, at least their shoulders were not bared, the stripe of flesh down the middle plain to see.

Dean, sported a dirty blond shag midchest, stripe down his chiseled six pack. Phil, more chubbier, though not obese, a cub on his way to being a little more muscular, sported a full frontal assault of dark brown hair. When they arrived, they could see in the distance Bron entertaining a couple, one a little older than the other, introducing them when they were in speaking distance, "These are two of our finest boatmen, Dean and Phil. Any questions you can direct to them or myself. Thank you for shopping J&J."

All morning, Bron had stuck around, now there was reason to worry, Dean and Phil having to make the sale without help, Phil going for it, "What can we interest you in?" buttoning up.

"Don't button up on my account, honey," the younger, darker-skinned dude says.

Other one, Hispanic, scolds, "Mind your manners, Wilfredo!"

Throughout the whole sale, the cat and dog, gay-play' went on, Phil and Dean quoting aspects of the yachts sold, Wilfredo' introducing little gay nuances to each, when he was able to interject.

While on one of the yachts, a full set up in the humongous hangar of a room, while Dean bent over to demonstrate how something on deck worked, Wilfredo guides the boom over, striking Dean in the butt!

"What the fuck you doing, you asshole!" Phil yells at Wilfredo.

A big room, housing many of these types of boats, the ceiling was hollow, filled only with an occasional mast, which made it the perfect sounding chamber for a billowing voice. Standing on deck, helping Dean up off his chest, it was obviously, Phil's voiced had traveled about as loud as a rock star.

"Problem?" Kevin was first on the scene, yelling up hull of the yacht, his hands on the rope, hiking up the side.

Before either Phil or Dean could say anything, Wilfredo is claiming, "You very well heard what this `trash' has said. Where is your manager?"

"I am the manager," Kevin replies. Good thing for the boys, because Kevin knew how to deal with pompous idiots, trusting the young sales staff members, "Want to tell me what happened here, boys?"

They stood there, not sure what to do.

With Phil, the fur issue, it could very well be hidden, a slam to the deck of the boat, but with Dean's light blond covering, the redness of his chest and stomach, embedded with lines, mimicking the floor boards, coupled with the boys reluctance to say anything, "What happened here?" Kevin holds one side of Dean's shirt to the side.

In the meantime, `the Queen' had descended her throne, climbing down the ropes.

"He kind of did something," Phil reluctantly offers, interested saving their jobs.

Now, putting on airs, like back in his Marine daze, Kevin folds his arms over his middle, actions speaking louder than interrogating words.

Finding Dean the more outspoken, "I'm not sure if it was deliberate, but the beam to come across the boat and it hit me in the butt, causing me to get slammed to the deck."

As good as a detective, Kevin says, "Well I can't go on unsureness."

Thinking it a stalemate, damned if he did, tell the truth, losing out on the commission, plus notoriety of losing their first sale, or getting fired anyway for sassing a customer, for once, Phil chooses to speak up, "I'm sure Wilfredo purposely shoved the boom aside, targeting Dean's ass."

Then it comes out, Dean saying, "Probably because he was hitting me up to meet him after work and I told him it was against company policy," of which he wasn't sure, "it is, isn't it?"

Unfolding his arms, slapping his hands together, Kevin says, "You two go refresh yourselves in the lounge and leave this up to me?"

Doing so, much later, Jared and Kevin approached the two, congratulating them on the sale of their first luxury yacht.

"What happened?" they were stumped.

With Jared being paged, Kevin was left to explain, "It seems Wilfredo was in hot water with his partner, when I explained to the two, that the charge of sexual harassment can play out through the courts with a very messy outcome."

"You told them that?" Dean asks.

Kevin asks, "Well, Wilfredo `did' hit you in the butt?"

"With the boom," Dean says.

"Regardless, his intentions were to instigate a sexual attack?"

"I would say so," Phil replies. "I saw how he was planning it, measuring with his eyes, if Dean's ass was lined up to the boom?"

"Sure packed a powerful punch," Dean says. A lull occurs, the two boys exchanging glances.

Of course, Kevin was on their wavelength, but let it go, "Regardless, Hector not only belittled Wilfredo, ridiculing his partner with some of his own sexually harassing words, apologized to Jared so profusely, it was more they were shamed into making the purchase."

"Really?" the boys were amazed.

Dollar signs in his eyes, Phil asks, "Will we get our commission before school starts?"

Way ahead of the two, Kevin, who arrives at the store before it opens, leaves around the conclusion of the boys' shift, "I've noticed you two spend much of your time, after walking to the ferry parking lot, getting in your care and not driving on the ferry?"

"Uh," Phil looks to Dean, as he looks back, saying, "yeah, we do."

"I was on my way back from HOODWINK'd the other night and noticed your car parked there. On my way to work today the car was parked in the same place and y'know, it looked like two guys, with your description, asleep in the front seats?"

Again, the two exchanged glances, Phil offering, "We better tell him."

Dean turns his undivided attention towards Kevin, "We couldn't stay in the dorm all summer."

They alternated telling, "We didn't have the money for an apartment," Phil says.

"Our parents, they don't know we're boyfriends..."

"We couldn't very well fly home and be apart for the summer?"

Dean chimes in, "For us to be together, this is what we thought up. My car or nothing?"

Sitting back, Kevin didn't have any answers, getting up out of his chair as he says, "I'll have to get back to you."

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Copyright 2013 T. Chase McPhee

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