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FiRE iSLAND BiKiNiS 15
WriTten by T. Chase McPhee
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Both Phil and Dean were on edge, riding on Kevin's words of getting back to them.
"What do you think's gonna happen?" Phil asks.
"I don't know, but at least it looks like we're not going to get fired. Would be a shame," Dean reflects, "hired and fired on the same day?"
"Yeah, I know. Wouldn't look good on our resumes?"
Buttoning up, tucking his shirt in, Dean says, "I think from now on we should stick to the uniform!"
Agreeing, Phil follows his boyfriend's hint, right up to the tiny `v' he leaves open. "Well, what do we do now?"
"What we were hired to do?"
Guzzling some more their bottles of water, Phil leaving it half full, Dean, half empty, the two head out, down the long hallway, feeling like gladiators, ready to be unleashed on an unsuspecting arena.
"I got an idea!"
"An idea Phil? Since when was the last time you had one?"
If they hadn't been lovers since high school, perhaps Phil would have taken Dean's comment seriously.
Instead, "I do come up with one now and then, you know?" he affectionately slaps dean in the ass!
Proving himself right, instead of doing what was on Dean's mind, surrendering his job to someone else and reporting to the lures and fishing hooks department...
"Hey, aren't you going the wrong way?" Phil asks him.
Parting company, Phil goes to the right, while Dean exits left, "Look, when they sort things out, you know how it goes in retail, `the customer is always right'? The way I figure it, the fishing department is closer to the front door?"
"I dunno," Phil tries comforting, "I had a good feeling while Kevin was talking to us."
"Me too, but Kevin isn't the boss."
Phil disputes, "I know, but he's up there. He was a Marine. When people talk, he listens."
"Here comes the wrecking ball," Dean rebounds, seeing Kevin, the store manager and owner of the marine business over his lover's shoulder.
Biting his lip, Phil changes his mind, "Maybe we should make a run for it!"
Kevin was steps from them, extinguishing all concern or worry, "Didn't I tell you I'd come through for you guys?"
"Which means?" Dean is on it.
Still leery, Dean had his options still in mind, to run, but quickly joined Phil in acceptance of less worry.
Jared walks up to him, "I understand you took quite a fall. Are you sure you are all right, Dean?" Jared looks the 19-year old over, very much like he would check out a hot dude.
No mention was made of the incident, other than Dean's welfare, Kevin given the job of taking him to a doctor to be checked out. Phil was given the rest of the day off to accompany him. Before leaving, Kevin helped Dean fill out an accident report.
On the way, Kevin says, "Didn't I tell you things were going to work out?"
"Yeah," Phil replies, "that Jared guy is pretty cool."
"Jared? Don't give me credit or anything!" Kevin complains.
"Okay," Phil sees it Kevin's way, "you're cool too!"
Nothing was directly said, which would place Kevin in the gay category of being, while on the job. More, in a casual setting, Phil, thinking back on all that's happened, tries putting two and two together, asking, "Let me ask you something, Kevin?"
"Anything you'd like!"
"Do... straight guys go to HOODWINK'd?"
"Not here, idiot," Dean says in his lover's ear.
If Kevin were gay, as they were trying to determine, walking along a crowded avenue was not the place. Often, it could be known the two of them a couple, or to some they were just a couple of friends.
Taking it as a direct approach, Kevin answers directly, "Oh, I'm sure there are some. You know," he keeps them guessing, "a straight guy walking in the place, knowing it's a gay hangout, unsure if he would fit in or not?"
Phil asks, "Is that your story, or in general?"
"Phil, you idiot!" Dean is not so humble this time.
Sometimes Phil would think for himself, turning out, in Dean's eyes, to be an utter failure.
Rather than dwell on himself, the 31-year old assistant store manager-slash-sometimes helper on setting up displays, rambles on, "I thought it kind of cute how you tried hitting on my store manager, when he was filling the lure pegs. By the way, you guys know anything about fishing?"
This time Phil did the gesturing with his hand, on Dean's arm, squeezing it with nervous reaction, responding to Kevin's question, "Sure. A lot."
With different opinion, Dean comes clean, "You need a hook, line and sinker," basics, because he knew they were in an aisle, "but it's not the lures we were after."
"Of course. I knew that," Kevin had already summed up their shopping trip, to check out hot guys in the store.
More outspoken of the two, when it came to principles and how the English language was used, "But we weren't checking out your store manager, if that's what you think?"
Though, for Phil, he didn't discount it altogether, "We were trying to figure out if he was a good person to work for."
"Hmm, can't say I've heard it from that angle before. Usually people come in, apply and then if it doesn't work out, hating the people they work with, they quit," Kevin says, braking, holding his arms out to his sides, for Phil and Dean, they pull back for a pedestrian stop sign.
Dean says, "Why go to all the trouble?"
"Makes sense. Save the store and you time and money," Kevin directs them to make a right turn and instead of walking towards the bit `H' sign, they enter the ferry terminal.
Phil questions, "I thought the hospital was back there? What are we doing here?"
"Visiting an old friend," Kevin says.
"Um, wasn't the purpose of seeing a doctor, was to fill out this form?" Dean holds up the accident form handed to him back at J&J Marine.
Walking through the terminal lot, Kevin retorts, "Any aches or pains?"
"None, except feeling like someone just rammed my butt!" Dean replies.
"Hmm," Kevin thinks it over for a few short seconds, "I know a good forger, who also is up on his doctor stuff. C'mon."
There were many cars, but Kevin instead takes out a monthly pass, flashes his ID card to the dude in the booth.
The boys whip out their wallets, trying to make up the money for the fare, only to have Kevin handing them each a walk-on ticket.
"We owe you one," Phil says.
Dean just smiles!
It took 20 minutes for the ferry to break free of the dock and travel to the island. In that time, Kevin explains the history between himself and his Marine buddy, Carlos Castro, which everyone called `Trey'.
After explaining about the condo Trey owns, Dean says, "So, let me get this straight, your buddy has this big beautiful condo and rather than staying there himself, rents out apartments, without charging rent?"
"Um, not exactly," Kevin hesitates, "I didn't get to that part yet."
"I knew it was too good to be true," Phil opinions.
"Though, dancing a few hours a week at his club, would that be asking too much?"
"Slave labor?" Dean calls it.
Kevin jumps in with, "In exchange for room and board, plus you get to keep tips, stashed into your crotch?"
"Board?" Dean asks.
"Right. I'm not sure how that works. You'll have to ask Trey, or one of the other boys who stay there."
So, the whole scoop, Trey Castro, owner of HOODWINK'd, had made a vast fortune, owning gay nightclubs, but hit it big when he came to Fire Island and established a club, originally catering to the rich. He had already owned a whole group of condos, called, The Oasis', so when The Spin Club' went under, Trey was all ready to step in, moving his night club from Manhattan, out to the island.
Like his other club, he hoped to guarantee some of the same perks, like Gay Pride Daze flexing the rules forever, dropping the cover charge to a rate anyone could afford. Trey knew where he came from, realizing, when he was in college, there was little else affordable, after tuition! Therefore, it didn't matter if you came into his club wearing designer labels, or if your outfit came from Target, as long as you could pay the minimal cover fee, you were in.
Such were his thoughts on the boys he hired at the club. Most were either hitchhikers, right off the ferry, or locals attending college, or guys just wanting full time positions. A big condo, inherited on a whim, from a customer who liked how Trey treated his own son, he turned it right around to accommodate matriculating college students. In turn, since Trey didn't need the money, thought of his kind gesture as a nice thing to do, but also a good tax write-off!
"Most of the time," Kevin explains, as they near shore, "guys are coming or going, but there is one man who has been there for years. Trey calls him the `dad', who not only stays there for free, but keeps an eye on the place, making sure things don't get out of hand!" Kevin laughs.
On Phil's mind, "Which means, if they are dancers at his club..."
"Except the professor," Kevin butts in...
"Professor?" Dean asks.
Answering both their questions, Kevin says, "Right, the condo becomes a nice, gay' community of men and like I said, the older dude' watches over everything. Arne Fracao, who is also a endomoldology professor at Hutchins University."
Phil giggles, Dean elbowing him, because he knows why.
Kevin was so cute, stopping at a place on the ferry near with hot guys in view.
"Snagged," Dean says.
Sure enough, the spotlight was on Phil.
Dean opens up, "Phil is making fun of your grammar, that's all!"
For ratting him out, Phil says, "And you're no longer my boyfriend!"
To all this, unmoved by Phil making fun of him, Kevin's hands are all over the college-aged lad, "Oh goody. I've always wanted a twink for a boyfriend!"
"Hey, hey," Dean separates them, "Phil isn't on the auction block yet!"
After explaining, it's entomology, and not as Kevin proposed, the boys find out one of their bosses at work is free, easygoing, and quick to forgive, him saying, "What do I know about studying bugs!"
Neither had the nerve to tell him entomology was not about bugs!
While on the ferry, they talked among themselves, regarding the sailors at the front of the ferry. About a dozen servicemen, Kevin says to the boys, "They say every 7 in 10 are gay?"
Dean opens up, "I know which 7 I `want' to be gay!"
Phil and Kevin had theirs picked out, except, selfish, Kevin wanted them all on his plate!
Docking, they were disappointed, thinking they could have been more neighborly, walked up to them and asked how their time out was going, shoot the breeze, make friends.
Walking on shore, the trio, led by Kevin, walks out of the mainland ferry terminal and onto a side street.
"Are you sure you know the way, Kevin?" Phil asks, being facetious, walking down a narrow alley way, which is just wide enough to accommodate one person.
"Yeah. Sometimes on the return trip, you meet a hot guy heading for the club." Giggling, Kevin tells them, "It's a tight squeeze to get by!"
However, they followed Kevin through without incident, which was not necessarily a good thing...
"Well, gentlemen, this here is the place!"
Phil speaks the writing on the canvas sign out loud, "The Spin Club is `now' HOODWINK'd"
"Betcha didn't know Phil could read?" Dean mocks.
Kevin joins the joke, "Now I know!"
"Right," Phil retorts, "and Dean has way of turning something he thinks is dumb, into something dumber!"
"Am I in the middle of a lover's spat, by chance?" Kevin says seriously.
"Not," Phil replies, the two putting arm over arm, walking up the wide stair steps, looking as if it could support 20 at a time, shoulder to shoulder.
At the top of the stairs, it narrowed tremendously, down to four doors.
"Why so wide?" Dean wondered.
Kevin fills them in, "Keeps the crowd off the sidewalk before opening. You'll see sometime. It's gets really crazy," he places a hand on the far left door.
Doesn't budge.
Kevin tries the next and the next. Door number 4 is the key to getting in, expecting it to be locked, is fooled, falling back as it is opened.
Fortunately, Phil and Dean were right behind him, to catch ass.
"Thanks for saving my life guys. I owe you one!"
Phil says, "Let's not forget that Dean."
"Yeah," his boyfriend agrees, "it might come in handy one day!"
Now, opening the door, Kevin wasn't so foolish as to be unprepared.
Walking in, a whoosh of cold air escapes, Phil saying out loud, "Nip-check!"
Kevin turns around just in time to see Dean swat Phil's fingers away from his chest. He doesn't say a thing. Might come in handy in case he needs a memory to jerk off to!
"Can I help you?" they are suddenly stopped by a wall of a man.
A reaction to the half-shirted he-man blocking their path, Kevin asks, "Trey around?"
Trey `was' around, almost at Franco's backside, having seen the three approach the club from an upstairs office window. Walking right around the club manager and daytime security guard, scooping Kevin up in his big, bulky arms, Trey greets, "How you doing, you ole son-of-a-gun?"
`Damn!' Franco was thinking, is this dude some long-lost lover, coming home to be found!
Phil and Dean didn't know what to think about Kevin and his Marine buddy, but they sure had plenty to feast their eyes upon, beyond.
After giving up hope, the muscle bear who walked in with the two college dudes `on his arm', back to rekindle the fire, Franco turns to the other two, confronts them, "Come to stay at the Oasis?"
Having a bit of knowledge, Dean asks, "Is that the place Trey puts guys like us, up at?"
Suavely, Franco puts on his brightest smile, "Not unless you want to come home with me?"
Suddenly, Trey, with his gruff voice, says, "Franc, will you stop hitting on the kiddies and go find Timofey?!"
In a crisp tone, as if Trey's command didn't bother him, he says to Phil and Dean, "Be back in a jiffy!"
Trey addresses the two, "Watch out. Franc can turn out to be a real heartbreaker!"
Kevin is already thinking he's not going to let that stop `him'!
While his attention was drawn to Phil and Dean, Trey decided to start the `interrogation'.
After only 2 minutes, this man appears with Franco, saying, "When I heard we had some early morning customers, I came a-runnin' as fast as I can!"
Trey could see right through Timofey's excuse of being there in 2 minutes flat, having probably serpentined the liquor cellar, he wondered if any booze got smashed. Trey couldn't deny it himself, Kevin, a hunk-of-a-bear `cub' in his estimation and why a man would not come running, after Franco most likely filled him in... "Good. Get to work!"
Slipping in behind the bar, Trey sliding out, Timofey's crotch rubbing against his boss' booty, he says, "I almost had you there, Trey!"
"Right, Timofey. I'm glad you don't like your job anymore!"
As it stood, or `they' stood rather, Timofey, totally bare from where he could see over the bar, Franco must've known he was headed into some competition, his shirt mysteriously having opened, between leaving the wine cellar and coming upstairs, a 2 inch gap down the middle, showing some lush manfur.
Even though Kevin tried keeping his attention on the reason he was here, it was tough to do, Trey having taken the boys to a table, way on the other side of the room.
"What'll ya have?" Timofey asks, already squirting beer into a cold mug.
"That," Kevin says.
With difference in opinion of how to wait on customers, Franco says, "And what would you have done, if Kevin asked for a Margarita, Timo?"
"Give you the beer, birdbrain, what do you think!"
Strangely though, as Kevin was thinking, the two vying for his attention, for himself, he couldn't really make up his mind which turned him on the most. Both were gorgeous, probably around his age, 31. For the life of him, could not judge which acted any differently than how he perceived a nice match could be. So, he didn't single either one out, "Say, would you guys be interested in going out on a date sometime?"
Kevin really threw them a loop, the two gazing at each other, Franco asking Timofey, "What does that mean?"
Putting it in plain, simple, in gay-oriented language, Timofey responds, "We're going to fuck you at both ends!"
Franco turns to Kevin, "Really?"
Kevin smiles, saying, "I get your ass!" he laughs. His laughter dying down, he could tell the pair didn't think he was kidding, "I was joking, guys?"
"Ever have a threeway, Kevin?"
"No," Kevin thought, is Timofey thinking...
Franco asks to Timofey's quiet heckle, "You don't know what you're missing!"
Before he could say anything, Phil and Dean were upon him, Phil saying, Dean patting him on the back, "Looks like we owe ya, Kevin!"
Franco puts on a cranky face, "Oh damn! I wished I owed ya!"
Bopping him in the back of the head, Timofey tells Franco, "Shuddup you knucklehead and drink your beer!"
Phil asks Franco, "Are you talking about Kevin or us?"
Looking Phil up and down, in his estimation, a cute little cub, "I'd love to. When are you guys available?" Franco asks.
While Franco was busy picking up Phil and Dean, Kevin has nudged under his elbow a card. Turning towards Timofey, his server says, "I'd much rather do it one on one!"
Kevin wasn't denying himself, it could be fun!
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While everyone else busied themselves with what had to be done, throughout their own busy day, as it unfolded for them, Jay did his thing. In a strange sort of way, even though he hadn't been in the beach home for more than 24 hours, he felt comfortable there. Only thing, he didn't really know what to do with himself.
"Are you as bored as I am?" he asks Thor, lying down right next to him.
Fate was on the doorstep, Rowan going to answer the bell, Thor having stood up on all fours and accompanying him.
With hands loaded, Adam comes in, asking, "Where do you want all these plants, Jay?"
"No hello?" Jay kids, "No hug? No kisses?"
"Hello," Adam says, "I'll get to the other two later!"
Behind him was Tal.
Behind Tal was Louis and the trail went on, Riley and, Jay exclaims, "Terror? What are you doing here?"
Knowing Wayne Terror' Terrabold from high school, Jay had admitted to him, after they became friends, he hadn't known a guy in high school to ever have so much fur on his front'. This was also after Jay and Terror had more or less stared at each other long enough to `know'...
"I was talking with Justin McKay, who..."
"Oh, how is Justin. Long time no see?" Jay interrupts.
"As gorgeous and goofy as ever!" Terror replies. "Justin told me Jared said you were moving in here. I came down here to look you up. Where do you want this stuff?"
Jay jokes, "In the bedroom?"
He wasn't a surfer, yet could pretty much handle a paddleboard, or if challenged, might be able to hold on a surfboard, with his hands, Terror saying, "I'd like that!"
"Maybe you haven't heard," Jay pouts, "the plumbing, it don't work?"
Bending over, Terror says, "Maybe you haven't heard... I don't give a fuck?!" he stands and goes over to where Riley is setting plants down.
Coming back, Jay asks him, "Were you kidding, Terror?"
"About what?"
Like, Jay's missed it for a while, "Kissing me all over and letting me touch you?"
If he hadn't a shirt on, Terror would have gone for it right this minute. Already running through his mind were remnants of being with Jay, his first time of sex with a man, how he came to realize how different it was, having another man tweak up his nips, as opposed to doing it himself. So many times he clued Jay into having him inside him, but it never came about. Even though it was too late for that stuff, Terror felt he owed him, "Maybe I can drop by some night?"
"Really?" Jay's eyes lit up like saucers, "That would be really cool. How about tonight?"
"Tonight I can't, sorry. A few of us are getting together with Coach Walsh," Terror says solemnly, after getting Jay's engines moving. "Hey, you coming to," he almost slipped and saying about `playing' beach volleyball, "the game on Saturday?"
"I miss playing," it became a downer for Jay.
Terror lifts his spirits right back up, "Hey, there's more to a volleyball game than playing. Y'know," he gets cheeky, "all those hot, greasy, grimy guys getting down in the sand, and no cheerleaders to cheer them on?"
It made Jay smile, think of the two, at 17, begging Coach Walsh to put them on the team. Coach Walsh, not that he was a goon, stuck to the rules. So, for a year they sat on the sidelines, Jay and Terror trading off opinions of who was hotter than the other, plus picking up some playing tips.
After they turned 18, the two approached Coach Walsh and immediately he signed them on.
It wasn't until a few months later, Jared coming to their first game, realizes, at first thinking it was Kevin Walsh, assistant manager at the store, but finding out it was his twin brother, Barry, which he didn't know Kevin had. In fact, after confronting Kevin, he told him they were once triplets, but their brother, John, was killed in a mountain climbing accident.
As for Terror's offer, Jay says, mostly swayed by the volleyball teams new uniforms, brightly colored speedos, "If I can get Jared or Rowan to take me, I guess I can be a cheerleader."
"I gotta go, but if you need a ride, you hollar! And oh," a strong arm keeps him from exiting, propped against the door frame, "bring some hot cheerleaders with you. The more the merrier!"
Oh man, had Jay hoped Terror could stay around for a while. One by one they left, him and Thor going back to looking out the back window. On his way, he rode over something, "What the heck was that?"
Thor went back to look with him, seeing a pad and some pencils, one of them smashed to smithereens!
"Another mess for me to clean up!"
With two guys around, it could have been Rowan, since he was in charge of the house, but Tal, being his constant companion, reported when he heard the crackle.
"Sorry. I didn't even know it was there, Tal."
"It is not a problem," Tal kneels, bends over and uses both, one brushing the demolished pencil up into the other hand.
While there, Jay stirs up conversation, "How are you and Adam getting along?"
Tal looks up, back at what he is doing, then, after standing, says, "We are still working at making it work," though he didn't go into details over `the pizza man'.
"Why? Did something happen?" Jay asks.
Before they could discuss anything, Rowan is there, three dishes in his two hands, "Hey, look what I found in the freezer... some Chocolate Therapy!"
"Hey," Jay jokes about his own disability, "it's gonna take more than that to get these legs moving!"
He laughs, so it was okay for Tal and Rowan to follow along, Rowan concluding, "No, I meant Ben & Jerry's?"
Dummying up, Jay says, "I knew that!"
Sitting there in front of the big back window, the four of them hung out, Jay finding out Thor liked ice cream. The Chocolate Therapy didn't work on his legs, as Jay suspected, but it did wonders for his stomach, asking for a second helping.
"Sorry. All out," Rowan replies.
Then, out of the blue, Jay says, "Hey, I got an idea... Who wants to wheel me over to the hospital to visit Jeremy?"
"Isn't once a day enough? Besides, visiting hours are over," Rowan replies. "We can go tomorrow."
Accepting it, Jay's next question is, "Okay, so what are we doing now?"
"How about a swim?" Tal suggests.
"Good idea," Jay says, "except, where's the pool? Last night, I thought it was right out the door, but it's not?"
"Look to the far right," Rowan says, taking up the slack for Tal, wheeling Jay over to the far right of the beach house.
"What's that glass pyramid-thingy?" Jay asks.
"The pool in the pool," Rowan replies.
Like a little kid, Jay pesters, Rowan much expecting this, wanting to see it right away.
However, when they went to Jay's room, all three, Jay laments, as both work Jay into his swimsuit, "I sure miss Jeremy. Y'know he's really a nice guy. With his brother in jail, I don't think he has anyone else to turn to."
In other words, maybe Tal didn't get it, but for Rowan, Jay was throwing out a big hint, intercepting it and returning, "You'll have to run that one by Jared."
Then the doorbell rings.
"I will get it," Tal offers.
"Un-uh," Rowan disagrees, "that falls under my jurisdiction," he digs his thumb into his own chest.
Leaving the room, Tal asks Jay, "What does he mean?"
"Rowan means you're stepping out his toes. Like don't butt in his duties as house manager. In short terms, he's in charge of answering the door. Got it?" Jay spells out.
"That is not taking care of you?"
"I don't know. It is and it isn't, Tal. My guess is you have to figure it out by yourself, by what you do and what Rowan says is not right to do. Like, if he tells you it's his job, go with it and don't feel bad if it's helping me or not. Get it?"
"Sure. I get it," Tal replies.
However, Jay had the feeling he didn't get it all. He wasn't even sure himself, the distinction between what was either Tal or Rowan's duties. His thoughts kept walking back to Jeremy. Then, with Tal falling to his knees, to work the swim trunks up his legs, Jay refocuses.
"The door was for you," Rowan says.
Looking up, in a position which looked as if Tal was ready to give Jay a blowjob, he utters, "Adam?"
"Hi. I stopped by to see if you can get away for a few minutes."
"I can't," Tal replies.
Jay comes up with an easy fix, "We're headed out to the pool. Know any lifeguards who aren't busy at the moment?"
One of Jay's speedos just fit Adam, but a little tight, which might have been a difference of anatomy. Regardless, the two headed out to the pool, Tal and Rowan saying they would follow. Thor followed Jay and they were surprised, first by the odd-shaped pyramid structure of metal and glass, then, opening the same constructed door, Thor took a running leap!
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Copyright 2013 T. Chase McPhee
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