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FiRE iSLAND BiKiNiS 17
WriTten by T. Chase McPhee
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Jared came up for his next breath of air, which was right near Jay, he yells to his brother, "Hey, scumbag!"
Like an idiot, Jared turns around to look, saying, "What's up douchebag?"
"I'm tired. Come put me to bed."
He looked around and contrary to Jay's prediction, Tal looked like he was having fun, his balls resting on the back Adam's neck, while they had chicken fights, pitted against Jake on Arne's shoulder, Phil on Dean's. Rowan was referee, being he had already been thrown off Jared's shoulders.
Jared's answer was doing a pushup onto the grey wooden deck and guiding Jay towards the exit.
"Cool pool, huh?" Jay asks.
"Very," Jared agreed, but had his mind on other things.
They both did, but weren't saying, not until Jared wheels Jay into his room, "Nice room too. There's not anything to dislike about this place, as far as I can see?"
Caving in, Jay replies, "Except you're not going to be a part of it?"
Totally ignoring his brother, Jared says, "C'mon and get out of that wet chair, before you break out in hives."
"Being wet doesn't cause a person to break out in hives. You have to get stung by a bee, Jare," Jay informs him.
"Oh," Jared accepts it, moves on, unbuckles the chest strap and reaches to grab Jay around the middle, "Ready for the ole heave-ho?"
He was, but wasn't into letting go, having been grabbed up into Jared's arms, hugs him around the neck, reflecting on days gone by, "Here we are!" Jay smiles.
"And there you go!" Jared says, bending Jay over the bed, lying him down.
"You sure know how to ruin an intimate moment?"
"We're brothers. Not lovers. Did you forget our little talk?" Jared explains.
"Why can't we be, when we want to be?" Jay disagrees.
"And," from what Jared can picture right now, "what happens if you decide to take in your boarder from the hospital and you and he fall madly in love?"
"Would I be cheating on him if you and me got it on anyway?" Jay asks, as Jared pulls his pants off.
"What would Jesus do? I dunno... do you think I have all the answers? You go with your instinct bro."
"Hey, Jare, are you getting religious?" Jay asks.
Briefs down to Jay's knees, Jared replies, "I dunno. I heard Rev. Mark say it three or four times."
"You see him?"
"On occasion," Jared stands there, peering down on Jay's stripped bod.
"When?" Jay replies.
"Here and there. I waved to him coming off the ferry today. He's not a preacher-man who stays locked up in the church. He likes to be out and about," Jared says, adding, "Are you sleeping in the raw or want some lounge pants."
"Pants please," Jay replies, only because it would take more of Jared handling him and he had something else up his sleeve before his brother bid him `goodnight'!
"Where?"
"Bottom drawer, right side," Jay replies, lifting his head up to make sure Jared is looking in the right place.
Turning around, Jared drops the pants out of his hands, "Look at you!"
"Look at me, what?" Jay says.
"Nothing. Just your chin is almost touching your chest, that's all?" Jared tells him, picking up the pants.
It's not his legs, nor wiggling his hips, but Jay would rather think, "Quick! Check my dick to see if there's any feeling?!"
Sadly there wasn't, Jared pointing out to Jay, he had great difficulty pinning his chin to his chest and now he could!
Helping him put the lounge pants on, Jared went about it like fucking a guy. Climbing on the bed, he raises both Jay's legs up and puts them on his shoulders, feeding one leg of the pants over Jay's foot.
"Don't get any ideas, Jare!"
"Why not, since I've got a raging hardon?" he makes like he's stroking it.
"Faker!" Jay awards him. He was right, Jared getting up, his legs flopping down, Jared's cock as soft as his balls.
From there, using mortal strength, Jared straddles Jay, hauling the elastic waist upwards. Having an idea, he giggles.
Knowing the old gag, from the first time Jared had the brilliant idea of lifting ass up by pulling on his balls, "Forget it bro!"
"Never gets old," Jared says. "I'll never forget the look on your face the first time I suggested using your dick for a handle to lift your ass off the bed!" he laughs now.
"It wasn't my dick', idiot. You said my balls'!"
"I could have sworn it was your hose?"
"Just get with my pants. I'm tired."
Like so many times, putting Jay to bed, Jared brings a cover up, tucking it into Jay's pits, saying, "Sweet dreams of me!"
With turning the light out and stepping out of Jay's room, thinking of future plans, he had a slight sniffle, rubbing an eye.
Rowan asks, "How's sleeping beauty?"
"Gorgeous!" Jared says. "He's tired. He should sleep for the night, but..."
"What?" Rowan questions, as Jared flops down on the sofa.
"We've got to find something for Jay to do during the day. Like, what did he do today?"
"Nothing much," Rowan reports. "He sat by the window and had a nice chat with Thor. Then, when Adam came, they attempted to go swimming and you know how that went? Nothing, after that."
"Did he bother with his drawings?" Jared asks.
Sitting down next to Jared, Rowan replies, "No. I think he was going to, but then he ran over a pencil."
"There are other pencils?"
"I know, but he used that one pencil to keep him from drawing. I don't know why he didn't do any drawing, if he likes doing it?"
Right now Jared felt he could use the tender stimulation, but then, whatever does it to him, his mind got a jolt, "You've got to get him on track... or maybe," his mind floats up to the recessed ceiling lights, dimly lit, "perhaps Tal could..."
"Which brings me to a delicate subject," Rowan treads lightly.
"Jay's not giving you any trouble?"
"It is not about Jay, but about Tal and me. There is a fine line between why I'm here and the reason Tal is supposed to be at the house and..."
"You mean," Jared cuts him off, "your house duties, versus, things Tal is supposed to be doing for Jay?"
"Right, for instance, when the doorbell rings, it falls under the `house' duties and..."
And as Rowan presented his gripes, Jared's hand moved, which right now he wished things about the household troubles could be forgotten and fall under the spell of making Rowan's cock feel good... and not with merely a hand!
By the time Rowan was finished talking up a storm of what he tried to tell as rationally as could be done, Jared's head came to a rest on the back of the cushy sofa.
"Have you been listening to anything I've said?"
"Yeah. Sort of," Jared says. "To make it crystal clear, maybe you should run it by me again," Jared's hand caresses Rowan's balls.
In speaking, Rowan scoots a little away from Jared, which uncouples his grip.
Explaining, presenting the ultimatum, if the two, he and Tal, worked under the same roof, it was possible someday they could be going at each other with kitchen knives!
"I like being around your brother, but being around Tal, he is set in his ways and I, in mine. One of us has got to go," Rowan delivers.
With numerous times in the past year, since Jay's accident whenever it came to pass, Jared hard, from whatever drove him to be that way, this little noodge of a voice billowed in the back of his mind, piling on guilt, that Jay should come before any sexual response. Which is why Jared stood convinced he was possessed. The feeling good area, centered between his legs began to filter out, his brain's space filled with thoughts of his brother, "What you're saying is, either Tal takes on all of the duties, taking care of Jay and the house, or you? Tough decision."
Miles ahead of them, Tal comes into the vicinity, saying, "Excuse me, but I need to talk to you."
Already feeling beset by the friction between the two, Rowan pushes up from the sofa with both hands, saying his words with the proper implication, not to sound like it was part of Tal's responsibility, "I think I should attend to our guests."
Tal informs, "I have already seen them out."
Exit Rowan, Tal sits in a chair facing Jared.
Since Rowan had made him feel a little more than hard', Jared felt it appropriate to cup a hand between his legs, asking, "So, what's up?" as if he didn't know, one side of the story' having left, the `other' here to present himself!
Rather than saying anything about grievances between the two day time workers, Tal tells him, "I am sorry to say I cannot fulfill my duties working for you. Pastor Mark has called me and I have accepted a job at the church as receptionist and coordinator of the food program."
Jared was stunned, "What?!" it made him sit up, cock and big balls jiggling around, "When did all this come about?"
"Minutes ago, when I left the pool to go to the kitchen. I feel very bad about this, but..." he was silent, bowing his head, the truth surfacing in his mind.
Rather than have Tal be tortured by the real reason, Jared seeing through all this, from Rowan's confession, says with a flutter in his voice, "I... um..." he wanted so much to tell the truth, based on his findings, finds the right words at the last second, "you have to follow the advice your heart is giving you, Tal."
He could see relief in Tal's face, when he lifts his head, "You understand?"
More than Tal could ever know, his decision became Jared's saving grace towards himself, having to toil through a tough subject to face, "Of course."
Even though money didn't come up, while Tal went to pack his things, Jared went to find the dress slacks he wore today, to retrieve his checkbook.
Meeting upstairs, Jared finds Tal standing at the side of Jay's bed.
Approaching, Jared says, "Jay will miss you. We both will."
Suddenly, Jay's eyes open, bluntly saying, "What's up?"
Explaining the events, Jared realizes how much his brother has `grown up', Jay softly saying, his hand gesturing gliding on a wave, "Tal has to follow his own wave. He's leaving us."
Earlier, Tal had mentioned something of it to Jay, but waited till the call came to inform the brother.
Like he hasn't heard a word of it, Jared slaps both hands to the sides of his head, "Like oh my god! Say it's not true, Tal!"
"Jare, shut the fuck up. You already knew?" Jay reprimands him.
"Oh," Jared excuses himself, "it must've slipped my mind."
Presenting Tal with severance pay, 3 months salary, which was passed back and forth between the two, until Jared had to forcefully stuff the check down so deep into Tal's pants pocket, he almost stimulated something, Tal takes the few things he has and leaves.
Walking around Jay's bed, ready to plop his ass down onto the deep cushion of an easy chair, Jared stops himself in the nick of time, "Up, boy!"
Thor stays, all comfy, cozy and collective, Jay boasting, "It's his favorite upstairs chair now."
"Right," Jared accepts it, walking across to the other side of Jay, dragging another chair over, boxing in the bed. In a sigh of relief, he says, "Well, another chapter of our lives opens and closes."
"They weren't getting along," Jay says.
"Is that what you think?" his brother replies.
"Dah, I'm like here all day with little or nothing to do. I never liked soap operas, but Tal and Rowan were getting to be one!"
In Jared's opinion, a bit off track, he thought they would make perfect lovers in bed, but if the human motion weren't there, it would not be suitable for him. Hit and run sex was okay when he was younger, but now...
"By the way, I'm not tired. Can you put me in my chair?"
Shaking his head back and forth, Jared whimsically says, "I wish you would learn to make up your mind!"
He was used to it, Jared very easily getting Jay into the wheelchair, like it was an ordinary part of his day. Not losing momentum to pursue his original idea, Jared refocuses, "Speaking of `things to do', have you done any more on your drawings?"
His drawings weren't on his mind. Sitting at the upstairs panorama, looking down on more of a spectrum of ocean, sand, surf, and earlier on, the silhouette of a surfer cresting a midnight wave, more than drawing became Jay's fixation, "When are you going to own Topher's?" he didn't know exactly how to put it.
"Other than the paperwork, it's a done deal," Jared says.
"Then what are we waiting for?" Jay turns his attention away from the dark ocean.
The sunset complete, a small portion of the moon only kept everything from going completely dark. It was enough of a transition, coupled with Jay's feelings, to make things come to a complete halt.
"Well, for one thing, things need to move forward with the paperwork."
"So, let's move it!" Jay says as strong as a Navy commander, with a fleet at his disposal!
"How about I take tomorrow off and we go down to Topher's and see how Chris and his partner have been running the store?" Jared left out some other detail.
Jay was beyond himself. Then again, not, "Ever since my accident you've dropped anything, anytime and have paid attention to me."
Sinking out of his chair, uprighting himself, knees to the floor, Jared glides on the floor till he's facing Jay, "No, you're wrong. This started way before your accident, bro," Jared sits on his knees, hands on Jay's arms, facing him, like he was ready to `go down.'
Sitting, Jay's face was align with Jared's eyes, gazing as if at a bold surfer on a board, "I know, but before my accident I think I was taking more of what we did for granted."
"That's why older brothers know," Jared smiles, "because back then I knew it was more than two brothers in bed being curious to how all this gay stuff worked," he sank farther forward.
Rowan had come to talk, about Tal's leaving, how sorry he was that it came to this, but instead he stood in the dark recess of the room and observes, one brother on his knees, leaning forward, the exchange of passion. Judging from the kissing between the two brothers, he knew, if Jay ever found a man for himself, what the brothers had between them, only God could put asunder. A secondary thought, Rowan thinks on, `Wow! That Pastor Mark stuff is really getting to me!'
Seeing Jared move back into his chair, Rowan figured all the sentimental stuff had passed on, even though Jared kept a hand on Jay's forearm.
The portico of glass and a few metal beams supporting the sides, turning to darkness, Rowan announces his entrance by turning a few dimmed, recessed lights into moderate sun shine.
It made Jared withdraw his hand quickly, like he had done something wrong, "Oh, is that you, Rowan?"
Slowly figuring it wasn't the time to mention anything about Tal's departure, Rowan jokes, "No, it's the boogeyman!"
Throwing off their brotherly moment of compassion, Jay says, "Nah, you're too hot for a monster, Rowan!"
Almost making a goof, as Jared had done, Rowan says, "Oops!" to almost squashing Thor with his ass.
Looking around, two chairs sat far away from the pair of comfy seats, occupied by Jared and Thor, with Jay sandwiched between.
"Here," Jared made his chair available.
"Uh, no thanks. The day's events have made me tired. I think I'll turn in."
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It had been on Tal's mind, things turning for the worst, whereas his feelings about the house, the job, and his rift with Rowan, were of concern. He knew he had an obligation, but what mattered most to himself, was not himself, but how things, if turning any more volatile, what effect it would have on Jay. He liked Jay and Jared very much, reason why someone else's happiness was more important than his own.
The position was left open by Pastor Mark, which could be walked into at any time, given he wished to have the receptionist-food program director job filled by the end of summer.
Finding his way to St. Stephens-by-the-Sea, Tal wasn't sure if, at this hour, having left Jay's beach house at 9pm, if the church would be open to receive him. Noting he could always double back to Adam's place, something he didn't wish to do, there was always the alternative, sleeping on a bench down by the ferry terminal. Taking his chances, he knocked on the church door, the side entrance, where most likely, if Pastor Mark were still there, he would come let him in. If not...
"Hi there," a big hunk of a man stood in the doorway.
The light above the door, outside, made the make of the man inside almost invisible to the dark, Tal questioning, "Pastor Mark?"
Stepping to where the lightbulb shone down on his bare shoulders, "Pastor Mark's not around." Accustomed to strangers coming round, he asks, "Are you hungry? Looking for a place to stay?" Judged not to be a would be attacker or killer, especially since he asked for `Mark', he lets Tal in.
A bare man in a towel, Tal could have asked the classic, `Do you always come to the door like that?', but rather, "I hope I am not interrupting anything important?" with mixed feelings of either interrupting sex or a shower...
"No. I was working out in the basement," he lets Tal come in, locks the door, "and was just about to take a shower."
Age didn't phase Tal, looking upon a man who could be twice his age, yet as much as he felt `thirst' for the sweaty hulk, again tries to sway his own attention away, "Pastor Mark said anytime I would like to come by and start the new job of coordinator of the food program and..."
"Ooh, so you're `him'," it's immediately recognized, putting the face to the person Pastor Mark has boasted about, the low paid job to the highly aggressive position, shaking Tal's hand in a way, clutching both hands around Tal's five digits, "I'm David Digby. I'm so glad to make your acquaintance."
"Thanks. I'm Tal Karam."
"I know," David says, forgetting about what he was doing right before the church doorbell rang. "Here," he goes for Tal's shoulder strap, "let me help you there," he slings it over his own shoulder, at which time his towel comes `loose!' "Oops!"
Trying to grab the towel with one free hand, didn't work out too well, it becoming bunched up at his left thigh.
Always the helpful one, Tal treats David the same, taking the other side of the towel and holding it up, at least to his right thigh!
"Thanks," David replies, frozen in place by the feel of fingertips on the thighs he's just finished straining muscle with 6-45 pound plates of leg presses. He takes up the stress on the towel, releasing Tal's hand.
Lately, Tal hasn't been able to fulfill his gym regiment, but now was appreciating the fact David managed to keep his age in check, by keeping his bod in prime condition, nervously saying, "I workout too, so when I get to be your age, I might be as..." he flubbed, using a hand, fanned out, moving it up and down his own chest and stomach, "nice," he found `some' word to describe, "as you?"
Inches different in height, Tal at 5'8", to David's 5'11", they just stood there. In the vast moment of silent feelings, David finds the words to say, "Oh really?" Then, because they just stood there, "I said I was ready for the shower, but really I could go at it for another half hour, if you want to... join me?"
He wanted to, but Tal wasn't the type to jump into things, much like the reason he didn't wish to return to Adam's condo. Not which he minded David's aggressive attitude, "Do you know where Pastor Mark intends on me to stay?"
David had been a member of St. Stephen's-by-the-Sea, longer than Pastor Mark has been there. On and off the board, back on again at the moment, he surely knew the ins and outs of every fiber of the church. A member of the community almost lifelong, having left only to go to college and then to flee a lost relationship for a year of reconciliation, his former lover departing the area he grew up in, David says, "Um, usually a person who takes on the position, already has a place to stay, but if you're lacking, I'm sure we can find a room at the shelter, until you can make your own arrangements?"
He had only been to Fire Island once, when he applied for the job at Adam's pad, therefore only took the ferry from the mainland that one time. Bouncing around different lodging arrangements, Tal never had to return to the mainland. Thus, seeing David once, wasn't enough to make the connection with the ferry ticket collector, "Can you call Pastor Mark? I would like to know for sure?"
As human emotion would go, David finding a phone to use, having to readjust his toweled waist twice, Tal had gotten a good view of what the front and back looked like, the reason he was hoping it would take a while to locate the church pastor.
Going the distance, David dialed Pastor Mark's personal number, but going for the other number in the book, he dials, it coming up busy, David condemning himself with laughter, "Oh! I just dialed myself!" he laughs!
It made Tal smile, especially when the towel, made for a moderately sized human, not a bulky muscleman, again comes loose!
"Oops! Not again!" David bends over, reaching for the towel with two hands.
Looking up David's muscled back, Tal sees a hint of blond hair at the small of his back, then a light covering over the worked glutes. Instead of stating the obvious, Tal says, "I am so sorry I stopped you from your workout."
"Yeah, thanks," the 45-year old says, "um, why don't I go get changed and then we can find someplace around here for you to stay?"
Tal follows David back down into the basement. Not a really nice hallway, damp smelling, they arrive in the back of the building. Amazed, the room is nicely arranged on black gym flooring, a few essential pieces of gym equipment and a generator softly humming, keeping the humidity in check.
"How do you like it?" David casts a thumb in the air, "The sanctuary is right above us."
Only thing Tal can think of, watching David change back from the towel to a pair of black shorts, "You cannot work out on Sunday's?"
"Oh, no, no, not on Sundays. Don't you know it's a sin to workout on Sundays?" David nervously laughs, going back to his original idea, "So, do you want to work out?"
Tal was sure David's intentions were to find a room for him to stay, but the night was young, "I would like to see what you can do?"
Reaching into his own gym bag, David says, "I have a pair of shorts which might fit you?"
In his bag, Tal was sure he had a pair of his own jogging shorts, but went with the flow, "Maybe?"
Digging, David says, "You change right here or else, the shower is up the hallway and..."
David was totally blown away, turning around, the shorts intended for Tal in one hand, looking upon the 22-year old, mouth gaping open and in response to Tal's naked bod, "You're... just beautiful!"
For most of his life Tal has been around people older more than his own age. In particular, he spent much time helping older members of his family, his uncle, leaving his home and entering a nursing home, his mother, who eventually wound up in one. In school, back in London, he always looked up to the male faculty who were older. Whatever caused the deep down emotion, now he was looking upon David as an individual he wanted to get to know, ever since he opened the church door and was invited in.
Running a hand along his chiseled 8-pack, Tal says, "I am not as much worked out as you?"
His abs weren't what phased David at the moment, biting a lip as his eyes were engaged with staring upon what he was gaging could possibly be a 9 or 10-inch piece of flaccid meat, "Here's your shorts."
"Thank you," Tal took them.
Tried to take them, a gentle tug o'war ensuing, David giving in, "Sorry."
There were only a few times in his life Tal lost control and slowly, as they had made their way to the gym under the sanctuary, it had become obvious, feeling the urge to become slutty, taking his cock, laying it out on the smorgasboard of his hand, Tal says, "Maybe we should work this muscle first?"
His mouth popping open in astonishment, David, always cordial, says, "I... I'd love to!"
However he didn't. Not right away.
Rather, Tals' eye contact served the purpose of reeling David in, slowly walking towards him. Without evening looking, the English-born Pakistani's hands worked David's shorts down to where David's hands took over, stepping out of the shorts he just stepped into.
They never broke eye contact.
Much to Tal's amazement, he smiled, not from David's staring at him, but taking the initiative for the first move, his hands reaching up and grabbing at David's hairy, meaty pecs.
"Mm-mm... oh yeah," David drops his head back, his lips forming a perfect `o', his hands advancing to Tal's thighs. "Oh-h! Oh-h! Mm-un!"
Tal couldn't help but smile, seeing how much his pec-pulverizing was working David's cock without touching, saying, "You like this?"
It made David sober up, look at Tal, "Got very sensitive pecs that can take a lot of manhandling!" At which time David checking out Tal's perky nips, but not with hand, rather tongue!
It did make Tal tight-lipped, which sent vibrations all over his bod, when David chose to tongue, massage with cupped lips, alternated from left to right and then feel the chafe of Tal's hairy bod, coasting down abs, dip into navel and then follow the trail to the treasure...
Right away, Tal's rocking torso made David try to swallow, but a fattening 10-inch tube was more than his mouth could accommodate!
Saying so, he pulls back, Tal's fat shaft scraping his chin, "A man can only dream!"
It made Tal wonder what David meant, but didn't ask questions when David fed Tal's thick shaft back inside his warm cavern.
Full thickness, Tal swelling up in no time, it was only a matter of time before he would not be able to contain himself any longer. For himself, having been with a man a very long time ago, one of his uncles, Tal was forced to fuck a guy. At the time, his uncle was too small to get inside, which Tal was glad of, lying there and this man, whom he learned to hate, tried `sitting down' and couldn't!
This was not the case now. Since he first lay eyes on David, the big hunk of a man, he knew he wanted him, or why else would he have restrained his good judgement and follow David to the gym? Those thoughts were behind him as he felt David expertly work the sides of his shaft, which eventually would lead elsewhere, "I know I will come soon," he pushed David off him, his back to a weight bench.
It was important, had always been the case with Tal, not getting it on with a man for meaningless sex, which would lead to a dead end road. Right now there were no stop signs, nor red lights in the way, Tal sensing this the right place, the right road to take. No contrary feelings, as he had pictured it, jerking off, lifting a man's legs onto his shoulders, Tal straddles both the bench and David, lies down, chest to chest, "What are your feelings towards me?"
"Huh?" David raises an eyebrow. "My feelings?" Then in a split second, "My feelings... oh yeah, my feelings..."
Always with a dream of being affectionate with a man, but not just any man, a father-figure as Tal had always thought about, seeing it in other men, he slowly lowers his lips, not giving David a chance to explain.
Regardless, David didn't have any words to back up what he was feeling now, their compressed abs, chiseled, fitting together like puzzle pieces, their lips coming together.
One thing which ran across David's mind, was day after day, seeing hot young guys go to and fro on the ferry. Especially, watching hundreds, if not thousands of hot guys, during gay pride daze, ferrying, partying, dancing, drinking... how he yearned to be in and amongst them, but something always keeping him from doing so. He had been there once, with a dude 20 years younger and... "Sorry," he says, pulling on the barbell above his head, slightly sliding out from under Tal.
"No," Tal stands up, showing no regard for his fat tube dropping between his legs, "I am sorry I rush things too fast."
Sitting up, David comes eye to Tal's chest, looking up, stands, "It's not you. It's me."
No matter how much one thought about the other, whether it was their fault, or the other one, it didn't seem to matter. Right now, what they felt for each other, forgetting the past, it was David who caved in, sitting back down, lubing Tal up with his wet mouth, lying down on the bench, lifting his legs with both hands, "I know this is going to hurt like hell, but I need it to!"
Stroking his wet shaft, Tal replies, "I want to, but... I know I can hurt you, but I don't want to..."
So strong were his feelings, David goes on gut feelings, "Fuckin' do it!"
It seemed like it took an eternity, Tal slowly working the tip of his shaft beyond the clenched opening, even though David remained relaxed. Only when it hurt, did David naturally feel the door close.
With time, lots of time, hours, moving from the bench to the floor, David's hands grasping the legs of a weight bench above his head, did he feel his lower bod relax. The sensation of feeling between his legs and his insides torn, did he totally submit.
For Tal, his eyes remained glued to David's face, most of the time. On the in-between times, Tal threw his head back, clenched his teeth, feeling the tight massage.
Every time David thought the worst was over, wanting to feel balls slap up against him, he sighed with more glee than pain, even though the latter was present. At first he had thought he was going to come out of this maimed, but the more time which passed, he didn't give a shit about the outcome, only the here and now.
The finale came, balls to David's wall and with a few strokes in and out, Tal's announcement had come, not intelligibly, but with vocal renderings, which had him pulling out.
With the telltale signs, David shouts, "No!" grabbing Tal's hips, fighting the exiting boa.
Accepting it, Tal lurches forward, back a little, forwardly punching, retreat, onward attack, until the throes of mansex overtake him.
Both vocally going at it, they could have very well drowned out a full congregation above. Instead their wails of good feelings became a duet of lust, each wishing to share themselves with the other.
As Tal ran on empty, David worked himself into a frenzy, Tal interrupting him, "No. Me. I will do it."
With David's hand slapped away, he places both behind his head. Sometimes he watches as Tal alternates between hand-stroking and licking the head of his cock. Then, very much surprised, the 22-year old gets up, parts his own ass with both hands and `sits', to the tune of David's song, "Oh-h-h yeah... oh-fuckin' yeah!"
About 2-inches shorter, much slenderer, it didn't matter, David sharing his pent up emotion.
For at least an hour the two lay there, bonds of their sex dripping out of each others ass openings, a perk, David liking the idea of feeling his chiseled bod massaged with gooey stuff!
^ o ^
For quite some time Jay, Jared and Rowan chatted, until it's noticed, "He's trying to ignore us again!"
Rowan says, "I think it's time for beddie!"
Getting up, Rowan rolls Jay over to the elevator, Jared dousing the lights.
"Are you coming?" he asks Thor!
Thor picks up his head, putting it down. Jared swats his hand, like, `forget you!'
The elevator already on its way, Jared takes the stairs, at which time, Thor hurries right past him, "Go figure!" he slaps his hands against his thighs!
At the bottom of the stairs he now gets the gist of Thor's hurrying, "Of course. Who else is there to take you out?"
Getting Thor outfitted with the leash, Rowan pops out of Jay's bedroom, "Mind if I join you?"
"What about our baby bro?" Jared could very well guess.
"When Jay is tired, he is not so cooperative."
Understanding, Jared says, "I know how it feels to wrestle with 200 pounds of dead weight!"
While walking Thor, which took them outside the fenced in complex of beach house, a small shed and of course the pyramid pool structure, Jared and Rowan took to walking the shoreline.
Returning, they had found, instead of talking about themselves, their whole walk had been consumed over finding activity for Jay.
Walking in the house, which as soon as Thor broke leash, he hightailed it towards Jay's bedroom.
"One less person to deal with," Jared says of Thor.
"You think so?" Rowan runs towards Jay's room.
Not thinking, rather thinking something amiss with Jay, Jared takes to running, finding Rowan on his knees, "What's up with that?"
"Sandy-soaked beach paws? We have to get in the habit of wiping Thor's paws off," Rowan says, visibly using some tissues.
Stripping his tee shirt off overhead, Jared hands it out, "Here, use this, before you use up the whole box of tissues!"
Rowan smiles.
With Thor's paws clean, a check of the rest of his fur, the dog was deemed fit for jumping on the bed, something which had concerned Rowan from the beginning.
Walking out of the bedroom, he hears sounds from the kitchen. Passing by the counter, Jared is still topless, but a closer view reveals `less', "At least you could put an apron on?"
Jared turns to Rowan, showing off full frontal nudity!
With hands busy with on Rowan's belt, "Not yet, okay?" Rowan shoos Jared's hands away.
"I thought you wanted it?"
After a short silence, Rowan says, "I can't be unfaithful."
Not thinking of anyone but himself and Jay, "Like, who are you being unfaithful to?"
Bluntly, something Rowan has been silent about, surfaces, "I have a boyfriend, Benji. He lives in London. When I saw him last, which was 2 months ago, on my departure I swore an undying love oath to him. Now look what I'm doing?"
Jared was stunned, under other impressions, asking, "Do you love this guy?"
Not reluctant to answer, it's only that Rowan didn't want to hurt anyone, "I um... yeah. I do. That's why. I don't think we should start something that... That will compromise my love for Benji."
"It's okay," Jared backs off. "I understand. Really I do," even though he wondered why Rowan even bothered at all.
Not that he thought of himself as a vain-glorious person, but it's not like Jared has not been in this spot before. He always shot people down when they claimed he looked like a famous movie star. At first he considered it a pickup line by cute guys. However, pretending to fall for a guy, this was different, heartless in a way, but sometimes will power was not a strong issue with guys.
Nevertheless, Rowan picking up his shoes, walking away, Jared did feel sort of `used', or about to be. Instead of sulking on it, he walked off towards the only place of comfort, Jay's room. Standing in the doorway, he hears someone at the front door, reporting there, at least stepping into a pair of Jay's shorts he's grabbed.
"Oh, it's only you," Jared says to Jake, yet felt comfort in grabbing Jake up in the folds of his arms.
"Like, what's this about?" Jake questions the crushing hold on him.
"Nothing," Jared replies, backing off a foot or so.
He knew there was something more to it, but Jake evades the subject for you now, "Um, like I don't have a place to stay yet. Can I spend the night?"
"I thought you were staying at the Oasis where Dean and Phil were supposed to stay. Not you too?" Jared wonders about the arrangements.
Jake helps himself to being invited in, "There might be a problem," he swings open the refrigerator door.
Grabbing 2 beers, Jared says, "Help yourself to some pizza."
He knew it would be unappetizing, as soon as Jake opens the lid, "Ick!"
Popping off the two caps, Jared says, "Try the lower left shelf for cheesecake."
Finding it, Jake pops the lid of the box, opens it, scoops up some with his thumb and then sucks the goodness off, "Mm, tastes awesome."
He couldn't pass it up, Jared saying, "Not as good as something else we both know about?"
"Too bad you're not a bottom. You don't know what you're missing!"
"I doubt that very much. So, what's up at the Oasis?"
"Not much, unless you like playing Russian roulette with the housemaster?"
Just knowing it didn't involve a gun, Jared asks, "And how would that go?"
"Whomever happens to be home at the time, feels free to happen in on Arne, regardless if Arne has a guest," Jake scantily explains.
"What does Arne have to say about all this?"
"Like, `come in'?" Jake supplies sufficient info.
"Let me get this straight. You're there, another dude comes in and instead of Arne telling them he's busy, invites them right on in?"
"You got it," Jake downs another thumb-sucking-finger-full of cheesecake.
Nothing really wrong with it, all things considered known about Jake, "Well multiple partners has never phased you before?"
"I know, but suddenly I'm becoming selfish. I want all the cream for myself!"
"Well, you sure are putting a dent in that cheesecake!"
"Here, have some!"
"I can't believe you just did that, Jake!" Jared backs a little ways away from the table, as Jake's hurl of creamy cheesecake tumbles down his chest! Of course he tried catching it, but it only made his bod more of a mess.
"Ready for the cleanup?"
"No," Jared replies, even though he knew he would not have minded Jake doing it, "what I would like to know, is what suddenly has changed in your life?"
"Jay. He's right. I need someone steady to settle down with, only I'm not sure how to go about it. Y'see, every hot guy I meet, is hot!"
"What about picking on a guy who is `not' hot?" Jared suggests, which he is sure is not going to go over well.
"What? Get some mundane guy who wants to make me his housewife?"
"How about house `husband'?"
"Doesn't matter," Jake says, "you got my drift."
"I do, but it doesn't mean a guy who doesn't look like a movie star, is not going to be hot?"
"I don't know," Jake leans his head on his palm, not realizing cheesecake sticks to his thumb, "I'm so confused. Do you think you can help me out?"
"Sure," Jared gets even, grabbing Jake's hand, which makes his chin drop, while sucking the leftovers off his thumb!
"Thanks, but I didn't mean about that."
"I know, but you're right, you know, bottoming isn't bad?" Jared does another quick thumb-suck!
"Don't you know anyone from your store who Jay might think is a down to earth guy? I'm willing to learn from him, if he's the right guy?" Jake is almost pleading.
"Well, there's Phil and Dean, but they're into each other and..."
"If you want to know the truth about why Phil and Dean aren't staying at the Oasis, when Arne found out who the next two borders were, how devoted they were to each other, he called and told Trey they weren't the kind of borders he likes to have," Jake tries explaining.
"Something's not right here," Jared gets up, running up the stairs to the second floor, taking 2 steps at a time. Jogging down, he's already on his cell phone.
"Who are you calling?"
Jared couldn't answer Jake, it already ringing on Kevin's end.
Listening in, Jake indeed finds Kevin in the dark about what's been happening at the Oasis.
Tabbing off the call, Jared says, "Kevin's calling me back."
"What did he say?" Jake asks.
"He said he doesn't know what's up, but he's determined to get to the bottom of things. Um, you're sure about Phil and Dean?" Jared picks up his cell again.
"Don't tell Phil or Dean you heard it from me," Jake says.
"I'm not saying anything.... yet," Jared replies, knowing there was more to this than meets the eye.
Jake learns Jared must have some database in his phone, dialing human resources manager, Clark Coolidge, whom bounces back and forth between the main and satellite stores. Hanging, Jake asks, "What's up?"
"Clark is searching for Phil or Dean's cell number," Jared replies. A minute later he's copying the number down, reporting, "They share a cell phone. I'd very much like to know the exact words they got from Arne. Apparently they had tried the Oasis, Arne telling flat out there weren't any vacancies," Jared says.
While Jared hung on the line, Jay tries small talk, "How are you and Rowan were getting along?"
It silenced Jake, "Rowan has a boyfriend in London."
"Oh." Jake gets an idea, "Mind if I shack up with you tonight?"
"I have a very busy day tomorrow. I need my rest," Jared replies.
"Fuck! I never thought my best friend's brother would ever give me the cold shoulder?" Jake exclaims, standing up, wiping his thumb off, the unexciting way, with a napkin!
"Oh, shut the fuck up, Jake. You know I don't mean it that way?" Jared refutes.
"I came back here, do everything to throw myself at you and this is what I get?"
"Throw yourself at me?" Jared questions. "You came here to loot the fridge!"
Backing down or kissing up, it all became synonymous, Jake saying, "We haven't fought since you bailed us out at the bdsm club?" he stands close enough to feel Jared's breath.
"Oh, this is a fight?" Jared listens in with one ear, the other partial to Jake's renderings.
"Us, fight?"
"Just a sec," Jared gets a dead-ended response, handing up.
Getting touchy-feely, Jared places hands on Jake's torso, "It's not about fighting each other. What I mean is fighting the feelings we have towards each other?"
Not being sure about where Jared was going with this, Jake lifted a brow. Now responding, because deep down in side the truth was slowly becoming known, "We should maybe start over?"
"Too late," Jared hugs Jake's hips, slamming their crotches together. "I think we just think of it as `picking up where we left off?'"
"Um, like when you left me in bed to answer the phone?"
"I think it was either Jay or Thor had to take a leak?"
"Whatever. I know the last time we were together, it was in bed," Jake says with conviction.
To show he wasn't angry from their little tiff, Jared cracks a smile. It was something Jake could never fight off. Even if the brothers were in a quarrel, one or the other showing signs of back down, Jake would jump in and make the other other one, usually Jay, see it's not worth the trouble to have qualms.
Expecting Jake to surrender totally, not about to happen, Jake sharing, "I like you very much. Love you, almost as much as I love Jay, but there's still this free spirit in me that wants to still take flight. Get it?"
Loosening his grip, it might have seemed like the right time, right place, but at 27-years old, having missed out on much of what has taken place over the past decade, he didn't wish to deprive Jake of the playful life he had to pass up on. Jared could have played catch-up, but now, it didn't matter to him that much. More, he wanted to meet someone who share life in the way he lived it, business and pleasure.
"So," Jared stands there, completely detached, "this free spirit, is he flying out of here tonight?"
Jake responds, "I did have a tentative date tonight."
He wasn't saying who, so Jared left it at that, moving on, "Well, have a good time."
What could be more perfect than an interruption. Today it seemed the doorbell was overused, but at this time Jared didn't care, it making him breathe easier.
"Um, like me to get it?" Jake asks, more `clothed' than Jared.
At least Jake had briefs on, which looked like black shorts, so he could get away with calling them as such.
Jared said he was right behind Jake, but it wasn't true, Jared first having to scope out something to block out his loins.
Opening the door, Jake is confronted by more than a tall dude saying, "Sorry I'm late. Is Jared around?"
A few feet from his bedroom, Jared `knew' that voice, tossing the sweatpants he found to the side, going to the door in the raw, saying, "You're a little late for dinner, Tom?"
Jared side-swipes Jake to push open the screen door.
It opening, a wide grin encircles Tom Gerardi's lips, "One of you men is way over-dressed!"
"Jare!" Jake busts his friend's chops, seeing Jared stripped naked, himself with his junk covered. Though, the stranger at the door with more on than either of them, black leather vest covering a thin, sleeveless, white undershirt, bottom half completely obliterated with leather chaps, boots, other parts not as important as around the waist.
"On your way to or from the club?" Jared knew his store manager's favorite past time.
"Are you joking? The club doesn't get rocking until at least 11!" the 37-year old store worker enters, giving Jake the once over, a few times!
Before anything else is said, Jake is asking, "Do you think it's okay if I borrow some of Jay's new, cool threads?"
"No problem," Jared replies, seeing the writing on the wall, Tom + Jake = alone for the night!
Things clicked between Tom and Jake, because Jake wanted it to, or as Jared summed up, Jake not being able to help himself. If Jake hadn't been there and someone to care for Jay, Jared would have done up the town with Tom without a blink.
However, what to do with himself now, he walked back through the living room, up to the massive windowpane and stare out into the night, a light on the water, a boat silhouetted by moonlight. He thinks of it as such a waste, when he and Jake could have absorbed some of the beautiful evening, sopped it up and made it into something to remember.
With the doorbell ringing, Jared doesn't respond, thinking Rowan will get it, but the house caretaker had stepped out for the evening, which he summed it up to be an escape for both. Jake and Rowan giving him the brush off, Jared has already decided on putting the stops on romance for a while.
With the second ring of the doorbell he realizes it's him playing doorman.
Opening the door, through the screen, before he can a word out, a voice speaks to him, "Hi. I'm Stuart Kent, reporter for Surf'n'Wind Magazine."
Looking down at his wrist, for the time, Jared realizes he wasn't wearing his watch. Already knowing the hour, around midnight, Jared is about to mention it...
"I know it's late, but I wanted to fit this in today."
Suddenly, thoughts on putting dating life into mothballs, gave him second thoughts, knowing some of the advertisers in the gay surf magazine, which covered other water sports. Feeling dorky, "You better hurry up and talk then, if you want to fit your assignment in `today'?"
"Thanks," Stuart passes by him. Turning right around when he reaches the end of the foyer, turning into the livingroom, he says, "Nice place. I'll get to the point. I got some information from Blue, the surfer?"
"My brother and I met him at the competition this weekend. Nice of Blue to come over to meet Jay," Jared replies.
"Well, I thought it a worthy story and convinced my publisher Jay's accident would make a heartwarming read for anyone. They agreed, so here I am. That is, if you think your brother would like everyone to know his story?"
"Would you like a beer?" Jared offers.
"Sure. I know it's late, but I'd also like to meet Jay, if he's around?" Stuart asks.
"He's sleeping," Jared walks to the kitchen, discards 2 lids and hustles back, "Happens to Jay. Sometimes he'll take a nap or could be he won't wake up until the next morning, which means you would have a long wait."
"I'll take that beer for now and wait around. Maybe I'll get lucky." However, in Stuart Kent's mind, he had already gotten lucky, after the door was open, coming face to face with a handsome hunk!
"Maybe," Jared says, walking away. Though, Jared was thinking, at this very moment, which one of them were luckier!
Stuart who had taken a chug, wound up holding his mouth, coughing.
"I met your friends on the way in," Stuart says, sipping.
"Jake, he's my brother's best friend. Tom is one of my managers, from the main store."
"Nice hobby," Stuart makes the leather-connection.
"If you're into that stuff," Jared replies.
Placing his hand on Jared's shoulder, Stuart felt it the absolute right thing to do, sliding it up, grasping the back of Jared's neck and doing what his heart was leading him to do, closing in for a kiss.
Not refusing it, afterwards Jared says, "You're so sure of yourself, are you?"
"About?" Stuart looked for another opinion, other than his own.
"How about some cold pizza?"
"How about some fresh?" Stuart suggests, whipping out his own cell.
In no time Stuart had called Donato's and `convinced' Jorge Rivas, a 20-year old surfer-dude he's known since Jorge was in high school, to deliver.
"And what is this `favor' you're promising Jorge?" Jared asks.
"Not sexual in nature, as you presume, but a picture and short article in the magazine I represent?" Stuart.
Even though he thought it, Jared flutters it away with his hand, "Oh, I wasn't even thinking of the other thing. I knew you meant something about the magazine."
"That's what I thought," Stuart didn't think for a minute Jared's mind `not' on the sexual tryst!
Jared turns to other details, "Where do you live?"
"Pushy kind of sort, aren't you?" Stuart says.
"Hey, who's the one who grabbed me by the back of the neck and forced our lips together?"
Answering Jared, Stuart says, "I live on the eastern end of Banana Drive, past the Sea'n'Rescue building. Too bad you can't walk me home."
"The night is young!" Jared remarks, but then hopes were dashed, thinking of his brother.
One thing Jared would never, ever do, is leave Jay alone for one minute. Though, one thing he learnt from Jay's surfing accident, in which he was present, even if a person if there or not, one cannot change fate. Though, being there and as one of the first responders, the horror setting in, Jay's bod pinned to the water, unmoving, Jared still claims to himself he would not have it any other way, to be there on the scene, instead of a phone call away.
"Wasn't that your doorbell?"
"Huh?" Jared was shaken out of a flashback. "Oh. Right," he makes a move for the front door.
Nearing midnight, Jared wasn't too concerned about going to the door with a deco pillow hiding his privates.
Opening it, Jared is so thankful, pushing the door open, and because it was someone he knew, allowed the pillow to relax in his hand, "Joseph! I love you man!"
"Okay," Joseph says it nice and slowly, "and what special deed did I do to deserve that honor?"
Physically pulling Joseph inside, "Nice of you to drop by. Do you think you could hang around while I walk Stuart home?"
"Matter of fact, I..." he had hoped it was still stuck in Stuart and Jared's mind, about how sweet it would be getting it on...
"Great. Keep a watch on Jay," Jared places an arm over his buddy's shoulder. "He conked out early, so, you know Jay, he could wake up, be wide awake or go back to sleep."
"Like, I know the routine," the 32-year old muscle-bear replies.
"I know Joseph, but... okay, you know the drill. I'll only be an hour, tops," Jared replies.
He didn't need to check Jared out, having done so millions of times, but the eyecandy was good, so why not, "I suggest you wear more than a pillow?"
Inside, down the stairs, they meet up with Stuart, "Joseph, you're back."
Trying to con Jared into lingering, Joseph says, "Yeah, but too bad you have to leave."
Getting up, walking over to Joseph, in his signature leather vest, the gold chain lying on the black, furry mat, Stuart responds, lifting each side of the vest, "What happened to the undershirt you were wearing earlier?"
Recollecting, Joseph says, "Must've lost it!" he smiles.
"Oh really? Who's the lucky owner?"
"To tell the truth," Joseph says, all cutesy, "we needed it to wipe up!"
"Too bad I wasn't there!" Stuart replies, sticking his tongue out, like a thirsty puppy.
"Jared's gonna love you. On second thought, you're gonna love Jared!"
"Oh?" Stuart digs, "He tastes good, does he?"
"You know how it is, 2 tops together in bed, sitting there, passing the time, getting hard, then deciding we're too hard to handle, we switch off, really get into the throes of mansex, Jared's hand on me, me on him and then before we know it, we're shooting our cannons off?"
A toothy grin, his hand a little busy, Stuart says, "I bet you got a big cannon too?"
His feet coming down the stairs, with loud clunks, such was the stairway, one heavy metal beam, planks of wood attached, Jared spews, "Ready to go?"
"To be continued," Stuart says.
"Thanks, Joseph," Jared says, escorting Stuart back up the stairs, "I owe ya one."
Joseph asks, "Make it a package deal!"
At the top of the stairs, Stuart shared opinion of Joseph being a cool guy.
"I agree. Always there when you need him and has been as good as gold with Jay. After the accident, Joseph is the one who made all the flight arrangements back home and made it his business to have an ambulance meet us at the airport. He's an amazing man," Jared gloats.
"It was the feeling I got," the 25-year old photojournalist replies. "I know it looks like I have more of an interest in him, than you sometimes, but..."
"Hey," Jared says, "you don't need to apologize. We all know Joseph is a hot man. Who in their right mind would not bend to the charisma the man has!"
"Good. I'm glad you understand my views."
"I'm curious to know something?" Jared provokes.
"What?"
"I'm just curious, do all magazine writers go after a story so late at night?"
Stuart smiles, coming clean, "I haven't visited the island in years. The beach house belongs to my mother now. Dad and me never got along too well. He wanted me to immerse myself in his business. I wanted to travel the world, trying to be a world famous photographer. You know, be there at the right time, right place to take pictures of some unusual phenomenon, that one unique photograph which would win me recognition in the photojournalistic world?"
"I think we all are out to win our trophies, regardless whether they are in the public or something private," Jared replies.
"That's very understanding. However, I never really achieved what I was after. Met a lot of awesome people, a few hot guys, but none of them..." Stuart stutters, "I came back to the island after an absence of years. I haven't visited my folks for several years. Then my dad gets cancer. It's funny, I thought he would be unforgiving, but years after not having seen him, on his death bed we finally saw eye to eye. I didn't think he loved me. He said he never stopped loving me, but did confide he didn't like how I was wasting my life. I gave him the benefit of the doubt, but never would I admit it to myself I was a failure, nor my life being a total waste."
"I hardly think, photographer for a top gay sports magazine a failure or waste?" Jared says.
"Thanks," Stuart says, his back to a white picket fence. "We're here."
He had walked Thor down this way, Jared saying, "Oh, you live here?"
"Did you know my parents?"
"Not really. I think I saw a woman tending a garden here years ago?"
"That could have been my mom. She had an interest in cultivating some of the wild plants of the region," Stuart inches open the gate. "Would you want to see what the place looks like?"
"Sure," Jared didn't have any qualms about it, having left Joseph in charge.
Right as they walked in the gate, Jared saw what he had always visioned, it a saltbox house, much like one would see on Cape Cod. However, the double front door did not suggest the home being in the original condition. It might have looked very Cape Codish from the outside, rectangular, 2 dormers balancing out the roof, but walking in, it was like walking into another world, "Wow!"
"Thanks," Stuart took it as, standing there, allowing Jared to take it all in.
"One would never know," Jared looks up at the gutted indoors.
Wooden beams, carved out like some sultan's palace braced the roof, stained, they looked like inverted church pews.
"What's up there?" Jared asks of the only thing resembling a room, except a balcony in place of the wall.
"The loft. On the other side are giant glass portholes, which look out onto a most fantastic view. Nice view of the pool as well!"
"C'mon. Let's check it out," Stuart leads the way, stripping his tee shirt off.
If it was other than a surf story he was after, Stuart might have dressed more formal, or casual-formal. However, it being after hours, way after, he opted out for tee shirt, jeans and baseball cap. With his baseball cap stuck inside his shirt, he whips it out.
Jared was wondering if this was a hint, thinking, `How could it not be,' taking off his tee shirt as well.
By the time he did, Jared didn't care where it went, his eyes glued on Stuart, unfastening his jeans.
Kicking off his untied sneakers, Stuart stood without socks, taking each pants leg off.
A little behind, Jared was slowly unzipping his pants. Whereas he had briefs to worry about, when Stuart peeled each leg off, his balls hung in the breeze.
"Hold it right there, Jared!"
"What?" Jared says, holding his pants in two hands, creased nicely in half.
Taking Jared's pants, folded nicely, Stuart tosses them aside, wasting no time in digging four fingers in the band of Jared's briefs.
"Love these Nouguet briefs," Stuart says, the 25-year old's other hand drawing an outline around the fabric, while looking into Jared's eyes.
A quirky smile fills his face.
"You're not flinching a muscle. Don't like it?" Stuart asks.
"I'd like it better if something more than your hand were stroking it!"
"Oh really?" Stuart says, leaving Jared on dry dock as he tumbles backwards into the pool.
"Oh shit!" it leaves Jared surprised. Out for vengeance now, he drops his briefs, leaving them right there. However, as he jumps into the pool, his toes picks them up, tucked inside the pouch where his cock fills it up!
Later on they would be wondering what happened to Jared's briefs.
Next morning, after Stuart had sucked Jared dry and fell asleep, they would be called awake by a groaning pool filter. Automatically turned on, it had gobbled up the Nouguet briefs and was having `indigestion'!
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Copyright 2013 T. Chase McPhee
`FiRE iSLAND BiKiNiS', and developing segments of this story, may not be sold, nor made part of any collection, without prior consent from the author.