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Following, pages of this story contain adult material', intended for an adult audience'. Bypass this warning at your own risk.
% Sexual safety matters. Remember guys, this is fiction. In real life, use protection.
^o^ Concluding remarks ~ reading this story could make you stiff or gooey, so I would suggest not reading it at work... just sayin'! :)
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FiRE iSLAND BiKiNiS 18
WriTten by T. Chase McPhee
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From the loft, Stuart looked out of one of the portholes, upon the pool, realizing where the gurgling sound was coming from.
Jared lay still, asleep.
Stuart manages to crawl backwards down the bed. He smiled the whole time, thinking just a few hours ago he was kneeling, climbing towards the ornate headposts, until he straddled Jared, lying there, legs apart and hands parked behind his head. Now, even though Jared lay facedown, he loved the view.
"Dammit!" the filtering system broke his concentration, his eyes breaking away from that hairy ass!
Only way up or down was by way of a wooden ladder, so a drunkenness test of sorts was measured before ascending. If it was detected, blood vessels clogged with alcoholic content, the downstairs bedroom would be slept in.
Hustling down, turning off the filtering system, Stuart reaches down and pulls out the obstruction!
"Are they wearable?"
Standing there, Jared looked awesome, which could only make Stuart smile, "Not right now!"
Wet as a mop, Stuart slaps the briefs over the wooden fence, "I was letting you sleep."
"I appreciate that, but I've got to get back to check up on Jay," Jared replies.
"Breakfast?" Stuart tries to sway Jared into staying.
"Maybe later," Jared replies.
Suddenly, the pants he left out on the deck all night starts jiggling. Going for it, Stuart could just draw opinion of Jared's physique, a strong gust of inhaling, followed by exhaling, then listening in!
"That was Jay. Sometimes he can be worse than a couple of parents, with their teenaged son out on his first date!"
"Oh really," Stuart says, a big grin on his face, "you sure didn't fuck like it was your first date!"
Forgoing his soggy briefs, Jared steps into his pants, "I've had a little experience... Tiny bit, hardly enough to even mention."
Last night he had wanted to help Jared out of his tee shirt, but as it happened things moved along very quickly, from pool to climbing the ladder to the loft.
His bod clothed, Jared says, "You better get in before you catch your death of cold!"
They both went inside, Jared wondering if his socks were in the filter too. Stuart found him a clean pair, "I hope they're the right size.
Sitting down, Jared's goofs off, fitting one sock over his flaccid cock, "It's a little loose?!"
"Try your feet?" Stuart says, kneeling, stealing the sock off of Jared's flimsy stalk. Lifting one foot, he kneads it with a hand.
"Mm-mm, are you trying to stall?" Jared loves the attention, hands making his foot feel like rubber.
"Is it working?"
"I've really got to go," Jared didn't say one way or the other, just reached for his foot.
"Get away," Stuart slaps his hands away. Testing, he lifts Jared's foot up, one hand on toes, the other on the heel of his foot and looking over the top, licks from heal to toe!
"Oh my god!" Jared remarks, pulling his foot away.
"You don't like it?" Stuart like, pouted!
"I don't know if I do or not," he truly felt indifferent. Jared didn't hate it, but right now Jay was on his mind, not worried, but just the need to check in.
"Maybe another time," Stuart replies. "You have nice toes," Stuart says.
Putting his own socks on his own feet, "I didn't know you were such a connoisseur?" Jared joked.
Right now, Stuart wasn't letting on how he adored sucking on a hot pair of feet!
"Well, I guess I'll call you later," Jared says, stumbling, "for the interview with Jay?"
Taking Jared's cell, still in his hand, Stuart replies, "I'd like to interview you some more?" he programs his number into the device and hands it back.
"Better than if I did it myself. Might have got a digit wrong and dialed some other hot guy!" Jared laughs.
Arriving home, Jared got it from the `old folks', including Jake, who had been out nearly all night, having reconnected with Arne Fracao.
Like, Jared had already filled his brother in over the phone, Jay slaps a hand on the railing of his chair, "Where have you been?"
"What do you mean `where have I been?' I told you where I was." Walking right into the kitchen, smelling Joseph cooking up breakfast, subjected to Joseph's look, Jared left them both with, "Get over it, guys!"
In seconds they were, Jared realizing, "Holy cow, I just thought of something!"
"You didn't take a shower this morning?" Jay asks, easily reaching for a cereal bowl.
Jake, helping himself to whatever he wants, "What happened to your hair, Jare? It's a disgrace!"
"Is it?" Jared tries catching his reflection in the kitchen window.
It was already discussed between Jay and Jake, Jake having spied on Jared and his mystery guest, but wanting to hear it from his brother, "Who was that guy you were with last night?"
Thinking his bro had the up and up on him, "What guy?" since he knew Jay were fast asleep, or supposedly.
"Um," Jay knew was caught, which meant the only way out was to confess, "Jake told me."
Jake kept his mouth shut, Jared saying, "I suppose you two have discussed my love life and are about to give me a full evaluation?" he looks from one to the other.
"I better be going," Jake says.
"Oh no you don't!" Jared grabs Jake in a friendly chokehold, "Not going to let the key proponent go waltzing out the door?"
Thinking he's being interrogate, Jake chokes it out, "Okay, okay, I'll talk!"
Jay laughs his ass off, saying, "I bet this is working out better than you thought, huh Jare?"
"I don't really care who it comes from, as long we get it out in the open, because it's for damn sure I'm not going to date a guy with false attitudes running around behind my back?"
Looking at each other, Jake says, "We told you we were sorry for what happened to you and Mitch?"
Mitch was a former boyfriend of Jared's, whom Jay and Jake did not like one bit. It was really their fault for Jared's breakup. Regardless, even though they did Jared dirty, they came up as untarnished stars, because Mitch turned out to be deep into drugs and debt, intentions on using Jared to bail him out.
"For sure I don't want to put Stuart through what you put him through," Jared speaks, like he's still blaming.
"That was different," Jay says, "I'm not like that anymore."
"He's not," Jake even vouches for his best friend, "I swear. Jay is much more mundane."
"Ja-ake!" Jay whines.
"What?"
"You're making me out to sound like a fuckin' bore!"
"Only when I'm talking to you and you fall asleep?"
"Uh guys, can we get over the drama?" Jared butts in.
"Right guys," Joseph speaks up. "Breakfast is almost on the table."
"Look," Jay speaks up, "Joey told us all about this photographer dude, but like what happened with the last guy you were serious with, we were only teenagers. What did we know?"
"Not to play games with people?" Jared replies.
Jake asks, "Are you like serious with this dude, after not even one night?"
"I just want to be able to date a guy without having all this jealousy go on behind the scenes?"
Adamantly, Jay says, "I told you. Me and Jake were young. We weren't as wise as we are now?"
Saying it, the front door busts open, a bold voice saying, "Hey, got any coffee for a guy passing through?"
Jared and Jay look at each other, staring each in the eyes, "Terror!"
"Oh no," Jared says, recognizing the voice, hops to it, taking the clunking stairs two at a time. Bluntly, taking in the sight of Jay's friend, whom Jared was never that crazy about the good-natured slob, "Wayne, we've got a doorbell, you know?"
"Really? Where? I didn't see it?" Terror replies.
"C'mon, I'll show you," Jared says.
His opinion of Wayne, in the past, had been a sloppy person, always looking disheveled, from head to about knees. He had to admit things looked differently, Jared smelling something sweet, instead of the usual staleness, "It's right here, about 6 inches above the handle?"
"That little thing? No wonder I missed it," Terror says, holding, like he had a basketball in both hands, "You definitely need to get something bigger!"
"Yeah, maybe," Jared slowly started cutting Terror a break.
"Is Jay around?"
Going back inside, Jared did notice Terror wearing a shirt which had little patches on the sleeves, "Are you into law enforcement now?"
"I'm working for a security company until I get something better," Terror replies.
He didn't notice the noise himself, but Terror's heavy feet made some percussive sounds. Descending, it was probably noticing for the first time, Terror having a hot ass, made him feel all warm inside.
"When did you become a cop?" Jay asks.
At the mention, Joseph comes around, "You're on the force?" Then, recognizing it as not a `FIP' uniform, "Oh, you're working for Centerfield Security, Wayne," said with little enthusiasm.
"Until I can get someplace better," Terror replies.
Perhaps everyone else knew Wayne Terrabold as `Terror', but to him, Wayne was just a cute cub and in Joseph's opinion, a 22-year old whom looked to be loved and adored like anyone else, "Have you had your breakfast yet, Wayne?"
"I stopped by just for coffee, but if you're offering breakfast, who am I to turn you down, Joey!"
"Great," Joseph tells him, c'mon into the kitchen."
"So," Jake breaks the ice, "about last night?"
Jake comes right out with it, "He's going out with the photographer for Surf'n'Tide Magazine."
"He wants to do a story on me," Jay informs.
Meant to send a message, Jared says across the counter, "News travels fast, Joseph. If you want to keep a lid on it, don't mention it in front of these two."
As if Joseph didn't know, a casual `fixture', in and out of the brothers' lives for a few years, thinking like it's been all their lives, "Secrets from you two? What do I know that you two don't know already?"
Since he's seen it in Joseph, Jay asks, "I have a question?" said in a suave manner.
"Why do I think this is going to be one of your zingers?" Joseph leans his ass on the counter, crosses legs, arms folded across his chest, "But go ahead. Humor me?"
"If you could have one guy, madly fall in love with you, who would it be?"
He was being put on the spot, not that Joseph thought what was going round and round in his mind right now, but really plays them up, rubbing his scruffy chin, saying, "I'd really need to narrow it down to two."
Coffee cup in hand, Jared says, "Count me out!"
Slapping his hand on the counter, Joseph exclaims, "You really know how to hurt a guy, Jared!"
Jay says, "Me too. Sorry Joey!"
"Oh well," Joseph gives up, "looks like I'm doomed to wander this lonely earth all by my lonesome self,"
he stares into Terror's eyes.
"What?" Terror says.
"Where do I fall on your list, Joey?" Jake asks. "Like, one and a half?"
"Now, Jake," Joseph says, "you know I don't go for that one night stand stuff!"
Suddenly, Jared, Jay and Terror become spectators.
"Well, when Jay put the question to you, you answered `two'. Like dah, Joey, there's three of us in the room. You do the math, dork!"
All the times he's visited that special room of the now defunct Spin Club, Joseph has had boys on their stomachs, dragging their junk across the floor, a relay race of sorts, to see which of 3 or 4 guys could reach him on his knees. The winner would be the first to taste Joseph's bounty.
The only two people in his life who get away with making him grovel, had officially turned him down. Turning to the name-caller, he says, "Maybe we should hook up sometime?"
Not letting down his guard, after being passed over, Jake replies, "In your dreams," feeling sorry for Terror, being on the outer loop.
An attempt to help Jake out, plus preserve their own space, Jared says, "Hey, Jay and I are going to be tied up all day at Topher's. What's up with you today, Terror? Oh, I forgot, you got the uniform on. Do you work days or nights?"
"Nights, but that's about to change, because they are a crappy security company and as soon as I get something else, I'm quitting," Terror laments.
Right then and there, Joseph wished he were some starlet, needing a some guy to guard his bod. He's hire Terror in a second! Distracting himself, he says to Jared, "Maybe I'll take a walk with you fellows."
"Trust me," Jared confirms, "for you to tag along Joseph, it's going to boring."
"Well!" Joseph says in the pompous attitude, like he had taken acting lessons all his life, "Last time I'm ever covering for you, Jared!"
Gangbusters, Jared says, "Get over it, Joseph."
"Yeah," Jay gangs up on him, "We've heard the same ole song how many times now, Joey?"
Playing with Jay, Joseph points a finger at him, "You watch your mouth Jay Michael Evans!"
"Or what, Joey?" Jay presented a friendly challenge.
He knew there wasn't any sensation below the belt, or else Joseph might have put some pressure on Jay's balls, but shirtless, his chest presented an alternative, "This?"
"Oh shit!" Jay squirmed about, Joseph sweetly tweaking up Jay's nips, "No! Stop! Stop, Joey!"
Oh man,' Terror's hand fell to the part in his legs, how he wished he had some hot dude, like Joseph, tweaking up his own sensitive nips. I'd be in heaven!'
With his concluding attempt at having Joseph's playful fingers stop mashing, Joseph gets a surprise himself, a kick in the nuts, "Ow-w-w-w-oh-oh-oh!" He backs off, holding his junk.
Having a limited wardrobe, when Joseph wasn't doing his P.I. trade, he dressed in signature leather; vest, chaps, boots and a thin gold chain around his neck, a dashing piece of jewelry which sparkled on his chest of black hair.
Walking over, Jake says, "Maybe I should take a look at your injury?"
"Hey guys, did something ever occur to you?" Jay tried stealing back the attention.
Jared was on it, "I think we should definitely set up an appointment for a checkup?"
They were thinking of themselves, Joseph, having been paying attention to his bruised balls, blames "What'sa-matter with you, Jake?"
"Me? It wasn't me who conked you in the balls with Jay's foot? I was only trying to help?!"
Smirking, Jake lost out, Joseph turning his attention to Terror, "So, what's on your chain of events for today, Wayne?"
"Sleep and then it's back to getting ready for the night shift. Right now life is sort on repeat mode," Terror says with no excitement.
"And I thought it was going to be just another mundane morning," Jake says solemnly, Joseph taking his plate and leading Terror out onto the back landing.
Jared, after a sip of coffee, says, "If anyone asked me who the 2 most zaniest characters in my life..."
"Make it 3 and we can throw in the professor!"
"Totally surreal. I agree!" Turning right around, changing up the subject, Jared says, "We," he commandeers Jay's chair, "better get moving, if you want to call Topher's yours by the end of the day."
"Hey, something's missing," Jay discovers.
Jared puts on the brakes, saying, "I thought it was awfully quiet around here," looking around.
"It's Rowan, you idiot! He stepped out last night and never came back," Jay tosses in.
"I hope nothing is wrong?"
"Call him," Jay says.
Placing two hands together, putting them up to his mouth, Jared shouts, "Oh Rowa-a-an... Come out, come out from wherever you are!"
"No, doofus," Jay very well knows Jared is faking him out, "your cell phone!"
"Kitchen counter," Jared says, rarely going anywhere without it, digs in a pocket.
Upon retrieving, he's on the phone shuffling back to Jay, making like he's whistling a happy tune, until the other end picks up. In doing so, he turns back to the kitchen.
A minute or less later he's en route to Jay, "Well, the picture couldn't get any screwier. Rowan, he's using for an excuse, the house harbors too many memories of Zack's brother, to work here. In my own opinion? I don't think he ever said farewell to that former boyfriend of his!"
It was bigger than a nutshell, Jay asking, "Want to back up a minute?"
It's not that Jared hated working for his own business, but as it was turning out, he would be spending the whole day with his brother, without anyone else as an obstruction to them doing whatever they wanted, after business at Topher's.
"Rowan, we started... rather, I started, getting intimate last night. Instead of following my lead, he backed off, something about being true his boyfriend, some dude named Benji, whom I was under the impression they had broken up."
"Guess not," Jay says.
"Apparently, since, when I phoned Rowan, he was at the airport, hopping a plane to London."
"His boyfriend lives in London?" Jay asks.
Jared says defiantly, "I have a good mind to call Elton and see what he thinks of his dear brother calling it quits on our little arrangement, but I won't!"
"Because you've decided it's too much of a temptation to work and leave me home alone and you've decided to take on the job yourself?" Jay says, with wishful-thinking!
"Hey, I got an idea... You can teach Thor to put his paws up on the handles of your chair and push you around!"
"Jare, get real?"
"Get real?" Jared questions no one in particular. Snapping his fingers, "Hey, can you go get dressed while I run out to the breakfast nook and chat?"
Jay knew which one or two Jared meant, leaving the company of each other. Just for curiosity, he tries putting both hands over his head. Tapping one hand against a handle of his wheelchair, he says, "C'mon, boy. Mush!"
Thor looks at Jay, nods his head one way and the other, probably thinking he ain't no sled-dog!
"Oh well, at least I tried!"
He didn't have a shirt on, tried stripping his pants, pushing down his feet, against the footings of the chair. Coaching himself, Jay says, "A little at a time... A little at a time," taking a half-inch of his pants down at a time. He then gets a brilliant idea, "Thor!"
Thor, who had been patiently waiting there, attentive in case Jay needed assistance, walks around the side of the chair.
"Why don't you pretend my pants are an attacker and you want to pull him away from me?!" Jay smiles, like it's such a brilliant plan.
Thor walks over by the toliet bowl, the coolest place in the mensroom and lays down.
"Oh well, I thought it was a good idea?"
He didn't have to wait long for help to arrive, Jared entering, saying, "I got you covered. When Joseph isn't working, he'll be glad to help you. When he's working, Jake will be here."
"What happens when they both got plans?" Jay asks.
"Then you're stuck with me, or..." he gave it a go around, "Terror said he wouldn't mind spending some time with his ole buddy?!" of which, he comments, "Were you trying to give Thor a little bath?"
"No," Jay smiles, "I was training him to do `your' job!"
Finding out Jay was trying to get Thor to help him take his pants down, Jared awarded him with all the doofus terms they knew, called each other down through the ages of their lives.
After getting Jay stripped, he told his brother he could do the rest himself.
Taking his brother's word, Jared goes about the business of getting himself ready for the excursion to Topher's.
While in the shower, the doorbell rings, Jay yelling, "Doorbell, Jare!"
A minute later it rings again.
"Doorbell!" Jay lingers on the last syllable. Next time it rang, Jay figures his brother is in the shower and can't hear, which is strange because the front door is on the upper floor.
Wheeling himself out of his room, he takes the elevator, leaving a trail of water and suds. It was a cinch in his own estimation, exiting the elevator and rolling to the front door. Sure enough, the whole time traveling, from the elevator, he didn't hear the doorbell, did hear Jared's showering still flowing.
Jay precariously reaches forward, the strap across his chest wanting him to retract each time his hand touches the knob. Finally, Jay heralds himself, "Ya-ay!" grabbing hold and pulling the wooden door open. Leaning to the left and right, neither view picks up anyone at the door, appeasing himself, "If I ever find out who's pranking me..."
"Oh, did they come in?" Jared stands behind Jay, toweled around the waist, drying his hair with another.
"Who?"
"Stuart and Jeremy."
"Jeremy's out of the hospital?" Jay exclaims, turning himself about.
Smiling, Jared says, "Yeah. It was meant to be a surprise. I asked Stuart to accompany him here. They phoned and said they were at the door, but no one was answering. I told them to go around the back."
Tapping out an unknown tune on the rail of his wheelchair, Jay says, "They called and you told them to go around back?"
"Um, you know you shouldn't answer the door without covering up?"
Jared tosses his towel on Jay's lap.
Wadding it up, throwing it back, Jay says, "You know the effort it took me to get to the door?"
Knowing it wasn't the speedy elevator, Jared jokes, "I thought you liked the exercise your wrists get?"
"Jerking off, sure, but I was like, right in the middle of my shower?"
"Boo-hoo," Jared mocks, "I was all soaped up myself, but I came out of the shower to answer my cell?"
"Normal for you. God forbid your cell calls you and you don't respond?" Jay says.
"Just what are you getting at here, bro?" Jared pivots his bod, leaning on one foot, which shears a crevice in his towel.
"Your anatomy's showing?"
"Forget my junk and get to the point," Jared rewinds up his torso in the towel.
"No point."
"Huh?"
"It's not you, it's me. I like, don't have anything to do all day and how I wish I could do what I know I can't do?" Jay says, his voice trickling off.
Caving in, knowing his brother was down in the dumps, Jared walks over him, kneels down, which it doesn't go unnoticed, but remains unsaid, comforting Jay, "How many times have we talked around you and your `new life'?"
"I know," Jay sulks.
"What happened to being all psyched up over being the new owner of Topher's?" Jared has him face up to the immediate acquisition.
A hand to Jay's shoulder, Jared had to reposition himself, because when the wheel turned, it ran over an edge of the towel, dislodging it from his hips.
"I'm scared."
He couldn't undo the snag, without moving the chair... well, Jared could have, except more caught up in Jay's sorrowful mood, he let it go, "There's no reason to be. I have some plans in the making, having some of the valued people I trust from the marine stores, coming to work you until you have an idea you know what your doing. You know Tom Gerardi?"
"What's the main store going to do without Tom there to run it?"
"The reason I have an assistant store manager. Also, I'm sending Clark Coolidge over."
"Who's he?" Jay asks.
"Came on board four months ago. Has a knack of whom and who not to hire," Jared assures his brother.
"What do we need a hiring guy for?" Jay asks.
"Get to know the retail lingo, bro... Clark's title is Human Resources."
"Excuse me," Jay says sarcastically. "Why do we need him? There's plenty of people working there already."
"I've spoken with Eric. He says all the personnel there now have been with him since he opened the store, except 2 or 3. Call it, wanting to make a change, following a new career, whatever, more than half the staff find it necessary to make a clean break of it," Jared tells it like it is.
"Hey, I found these two thieves trying to break in!" Joseph laughs, ushering Stuart and Jeremy up the stairs and into the foyer.
Out of the three, Jay targets one, "Jeremy! You're okay?"
"Fine," he says, walking over to Jay.
Jay tilts his head back, Jeremy giving him a peck on the lips, all under the surveillance of Jared!
He was a detective, knew the language one person could portray, like speaking and no words coming out, Joseph busting up Jared's spying, "Hey Jared, are you going to get dressed today?"
"Hm?" Jared turns to the two, standing there.
Stuart says, "Maybe I should help pick something out for you to wear?"
"Yeah, you do that," Joseph says, "while I help Jay here pull himself together." If he had his choice, Joseph would much rather have gone and helped Jared pull himself together, but also had the foresight to see the man he was with, capable of doing the same thing. Maybe even more!
The elevator seemed to take forever, descending to the lower, beach level. Half of the time they talked about Jeremy, his bully of a brother, his arrest and the status of `The Flake House', which was now closed.
Being able to see the beach through a wide porthole at the bottom of the columnar elevator shaft, Joseph first told Jay Terror said `bye', then talked about taking care of Jay, when no one else is around. Asked about his job, Joseph said he was a private investigator with the local police force, but on leave at present, resulting in the drug raid on The Spin Club, "Which is now called HOODWINK'd. Didn't take long before it opened."
"Jare says Kevin, from the satellite store, is tight with the owner," Jay offers.
"In case you haven't noticed," Joseph tells him, getting an idea of where Jay was going with this, "I ain't looking to become a dancing boy!"
Playing on it, Jay says, "Oh, Joey, I think you would make a cute dancing boy. I bet your g-string would be packed with bills!"
He laughs and for the first time, notices Jeremy doing the same thing, lightening up, laughing his ass off for a change of pace!
"Yeah, right," Joseph replies, "but I'm not like sitting around, taking this leave of absence with a grain of salt. I've been watching out for myself," he rolls Jay out of the elevator.
"What do you mean?"
"What do I mean?" Joseph replays on Jay's words, "What I mean is maybe I don't want to run around catching the bad guys for the rest of my life," hinting, "might want to find myself a new sport and at the same time find a guy connected to that sport."
"Joey, are you hunting down a man?" Jay asks, knowing the kindness extended to his friend, Terror.
Jeremy went along with the walking and the conversation, taking in how nice the place looked, how freely Jay and Joseph stirred up their chat.
"Could be." Then, throws another hint, "I was ready to make a play for you, but you went and got someone else interested in you!"
Rather than make Jeremy feel uncomfortable, Jay says, "Let me give you some advice, Joey, when a guy comes along and you think he's right for you, grab him before some other dude comes along and sweeps the rug out from under you!"
Rubbing an ass cheek, Joseph says, "Ooh, that could be painful!"
They are both blown away by Jeremy interjecting thought, "Depends on what you land on, I suppose?"
Their faces show it, the audacity of the nature of Jeremy's response, but quickly laughed.
"Hey, what's so funny down there?" Jared yells from the balcony railing.
"At least we're having fun!" Jay shouts back.
Down the stairs the two come, Stuart following Jared.
"I hope you guys are ready?" Jared asks.
Joseph asks, "I can't be ready if I don't know what I have to be ready for?"
Good thing Jared and Stuart were all ready. Unknown to the others, they had a quicky-fling, stripping down, Stuart falling to his knees, almost simultaneously his mouth encompassing Jared's monster cock.
It was one of those mutual things, incited by being alone, in a proper environment, one of the hot men's bedrooms.
Stripping Jared bare was a snap, only the towel around his waist, but with Jared's fingers busy unbuttoning Stuart's shirt, Stuart working at unbuckling his pants, in no time they were both naked and ready to go.
It went quite fast and easy, Stuart using Jared's pelvis to pull into his pubes, almost choking, but on the brink of enough time, pull out to where the flange around Jared's hard shaft signaled Stuart to use hands-on-thighs once more.
Of course, it would have been much more sensuous for Jared if foreplay was involved, but a tight pair of lips and an occasional lick of his balls, he wasn't complaining one bit.
The only words spoken, Stuart, pulling off, licking away at Jared's dick or spoon-feeding one ballsac at a time on the palate of his tongue, he happens to mention, "Feel good?"
Which, Jared knew the implications, when being spoken to, it interrupted the pleasuring, "Don't talk! Just do it!"
"Sorry," Stuart said sarcastically, using a little less lip closure.
He paid the price for his own little folly, Jared using the back of his head to ram his cock in deep, until he exploded.
Of which, Stuart would complain later he thought his throat was sore and the fact he felt like he was in the process of drowning!
No matter, the two resigning to the fact, each in their own way, worked for the good of the other.
Showering, Jared for the second time, they had to hurry it up, lest the others get suspicious.
Dressed in shirt, tie, dress slacks, to meet with the former owners of Topher's, he felt over-dressed. It wasn't the atmosphere around the surf shop, which he himself had shopped occasionally over the years, whenever the Evans family vacationed on the island. Jay was in the shop weekly and because their parents had loot, which in turn they inherited their wealth after the accident, Jay was an insatiable teenager when it came to wearing all the latest surfing fashions. Only, Jared limited him, which sometimes developed a rift between the two, Jared acting too much like a parent. But Jay got even when Jared spent oh-so-much loot on a new 4x4!
After his accident, Jay said he was sorry for being a brat.
Jared accepted it, saying if he hadn't apologized, he would have to roll his chair from the house to the ferry all by himself!
Regardless, now they were all ready, except Jay, to head out to Topher's. Flake House was closed, but not without Jeremy `stealing' as many clothes and shoes before the bank put the padlock on it. Figuring he didn't get his last paycheck, this was close enough. It's why he was carrying this plastic tote, which when Joseph picked it up, "Holy cow, are you a gym addict?"
It led to a little story, Jeremy telling how his brother had to let go all the employees at the family-owned business and he wore many `hats', which included unloading trucks. "In the past month there weren't any trucks to unload, because my stupid brother didn't pay our vendors."
It really hit home for Jeremy, when he stashed articles of clothing in the plastic tote. All the fashionable items were sold off, `junk' remaining. It didn't matter. He just felt he wanted to get something.
After telling Jared and Stuart his story, Jay emerges from his bedroom, Joseph having helped him get dressed.
"Are we all ready?" Jared gave the last call.
They were. As happened on the way down, Joseph and Jeremy took the elevator with Jay, meeting Stuart and Jared at the top. Going for the door, the doorbell rings!
"That's timing," Jared says, turning the knob. Opening it, he welcomes, "Well, if it isn't my number one yacht sales men?"
Of the two, Jay knew which one he favored. Last night when they dropped by, if Jay were in the game for a new boyfriend, he would have picked Phil over Dean.
Phil had a beard and stache. Dean had a clean face.
In the half-moon collar of his tee shirt, it held a beautiful rug of fur. Dean only had a little.
When Phil scratched his chest, his tee shirt rose up, Jay catching a short glimpse of some stomach fur. He didn't know about Dean.
All signs, designed by Jay himself, painted a picture of which man would be perfect. Of course Phil, cub-type, plus very good looking...
Too much in the thinking, Jared had to tell him, "Want to say hello to Phil and Dean, doofus?"
"Hi Phil and Dean," Jay made fun of Jared, like getting even.
Jared had a sneaky suspicion Rowan wasn't going to return to the house, which would have been low and inconsiderate, not to even call, but regardless, had cleared Rowan's few belongings out of the room he shared with his brothers. It was the only bedroom with two twin size beds, which Jared, showing it to the couple, "If it works for you, feel free to push the beds together."
When asked what was on their slate today, Jared telling them they needed to leave for Topher's and why, Dean asks, "Would it be okay if we tag along?"
So off they went, Joseph hanging back with `Jay's cub' and his boyfriend, Jeremy pushing Jay in the chair, Jared and Stuart leading the way. For all of ten minutes, Jay raved about owning his own store.
Jeremy asks, "Do you know anything about running a store?" It's then Jeremy finds out they are the owners of J&J Marine, "Sure. I know Evan's Marine. That's awesome! You know all about running a store, then?"
Instead of tearing himself down, Jay replies, "Jare knows a whole lot more than me."
Showing joy for others, deep down inside Jeremy was concerned for himself. Scared shit' would have been putting it mildly, wondering where his next meal would come from. If anything, he liked Jay and didn't want to make it seem like he was trading off friendship for charity. Things kept on bouncing back to yesterday', if only his mean brother hadn't an obsession for gambling, if only he had more pride in the business his mother and father had built up, if only... if Steve hadn't been part of the family... Jeremy knew what was done, was done and whatever his father did, whatever his father did or didn't to, to cause Steve to become the person he is, no on was to blame for the collapse of The Flake House, but his brother. Instead of dwelling on it, he sought to rise up from the ashes.
"What's up?" Jay looks up when they are stopped in their tracks, looking upside down at Jeremy.
"Not a thing," he lies. They all had conversations of their own building, until Jeremy changes his mind, "Um, I was thinking about my brother, in jail."
The only one, who kept it confidential, because he wasn't authorized to speak to anyone about it, Joseph knew about the gambling debts Jeremy brother had run up, about mixing gambling with dealing in drugs, the whole smorgasbord of charges Steve was faced with. Still now, he allowed Jeremy tell the story.
It concluded with The Flake House closing and the family attorney yet to be in touch with Jeremy.
"He call you yet?" Jared asks.
"No, thought I expect him to. I got a message on my cell from his secretary, that Mr. Bentley..."
"Wes Bentley?" Jared interrupts.
"That's him. My father's attorney," Jeremy replies. "She said he said he will try to contact me today or tomorrow, that he had to figure something out first."
It wasn't Jared, but Jay who told of the connection, "Wes was the attorney for our parents' estate. I thought he was a nice guy."
"He is," Jared corroborates. "If you have any worries, don't Jeremy. He's a fair man."
In about 15 minutes, they had walked through town, bringing them to the front doors of Topher's, Jay saying, "Oh my god, I think I'm going to wet my pants!"
"We better find a mens room quick!" Joseph says.
Being around Jay so much, Jared knew the difference between a real piss break and how it meant to be put as an expression, such was this case, "Relax, Joseph," Jared places a hand on his shoulder.
About the hand, Joseph tells Stuart, "You gotta watch Jared like a hawk!"
"My spies are everywhere," Stuart winks at Joseph.
"Thanks for putting your trust in me, you guys," Jared replies, opening one of the double doors.
A stranger held the other, him and Jay locking eyes, asking, "Do I know you?"
"Yeah," he says, "we were in the same Lit class in high school?"
"Winston?" Jay seems to remember.
"Winson."
"I remember you," the Indian dude wore a big smile, "you were into surfing," which suddenly casts a shadow on their conversation, "I'm real sorry about your accident."
"Thanks. Coming or going?" Jay asks, even though Winson seemed to be `going'.
"I had really come to see about a job, but they're going out of business. Just the same, I thought I would check out the bargains." Leaning down, Winson almost whispers, "Trust me, they only have junk left... Stuff from last summer and the summer before. You'd be better going down to the Flake House and..."
Jeremy says, "The Flake House is out of business."
"Oh my god!" Winson stands erect, slapping both hands to the sides of his face, "Where are we going to shop for our surf stuff?"
"Calm down, lad," Joseph's hand was on Winson's shoulder, "You're looking at the new proprietor of Topher's."
"You?" Winson could only take in Joseph's sultry look, the leather vest, some surface hair, gold chain nestled in a yummy chest, which made Winson lick his lips.
"No, not me," Joseph replies, "your high school buddy."
"Awesome! You taking over?" Winson replies, switching his focus to Jay.
Jared, wanting to get a move on it, plus with Jay's chair causing a bottleneck, "There's going to be an awful lot of surplus if people can't get in the store to buy it up, hint, hint!"
Jay had to giggle, Winson on his way out, now back on his way inside. Knowing his high school bud, it was a hint to stick around the new boss and see what might be coming his way.
There wasn't much of a back office. More a workroom, the table to do business became a surfboard, propped up on two sawhorses. Stuart, Jeremy and Joseph hung outside the back room. Winson stood near Joseph, first admiring his gold chain, while stirring up conversation.
Jay immediately says, "Hey, I'm crazy about this idea!" he runs his hand along the board, "Wow, this is too good to write on."
Entering, the original owner of Topher's, Erik Christopher, walks over, shaking Jared's hand, telling him, "You're getting a hot piece of real estate here."
"We know, but my brother is going to be the real owner. I'm just around to unload the moneybags!" Jared replies.
"It's tough giving the place up, but my partner has a desire to return to his native land and frankly, I love surfing in Australia and other places nearby," Erik says.
"You're so lucky," Jay says as a matter of congratulations.
Jared could see how excitement had taken over Jay. He only wished Jay could feel an instant cure, get up out of that chair and jump on a surfboard. Then again, it would make Jared just as jolly to see him gleefully looking forward to the undertaking, it made him feel happy too, "Shall we get down to business. Jay is rather anxious to get things moving here."
"I can't believe this is happening to me! It's so awesome. Hey, someone go get Jeremy?"
It was funny, when Jared did, Stuart had Jeremy propped up against a wall sized poster advertising surfboards, his shirt off, snapping some pictures.
Jays says to Stuart, "I hope this isn't making you hard?"
"Yeah, it is. Do you mind?" Stuart replies.
Nonchalantly tapping the back of his hand against Stuart's junk, Jared says, "Liar!"
"I haven't taken enough shots. Give it time."
"I'd rather not," Jared replies. "Jay wants Jeremy in on his milestone."
"Cool. I should get some pictures," Stuart gets the idea.
"Where did Joseph wander off to?" Jared scans the indoor landscape, "Why doesn't it surprise me?"
Stuart looks in the direction Jared's eyes are facing, Joseph talking to some young, beefy dude.
"The man's a magnet!"
"I've been trying for years to explain it," Jared tells him, "I think you've finally gone and done it." Turning from Joseph's business to his own, "Got enough film in that camera?"
"Film?" Stuart replies, "What's that?"
Assembled in the back room, they were walked in on by Erik's attorney, whom Jared just had to say it, "Deju vu! My mind was on calling you this afternoon, Wes!"
"Is that right? I hope for all the right reasons!" Wes gave Jared a wink as he shakes his hand.
"Hi Wes," Stuart knew him too.
"Stuart, how are you. Long time, no see," Wes shakes his hand.
Stuart says, "Spending as much time as I can get with my boyfriend?"
Jared clammed up, wondering who that was, having spent roughly only 24 hours with Stuart?
"You'll have to introduce us sometime," Wes tells him.
"He's right over there!"
Jared didn't mean to, but visibly exhaled his pent up stress over thinking there was another guy in Stuart's life.
"Oh. I hope you'll be very happy together," Wes walks the distance to shake Jared's hand.
Both Jared and Stuart right off thought alike, knowing Wes Bentley had a habit of hitting on every hot man he ran into. Which he was out of luck with Jeremy as well, who he hadn't realized was Steve Behrens' brother.
Regardless, the papers were brought out, all in order, a yellow post it note, an arrow pointed to the places where Jared was to sign.
When it came time to hand over a check, Jay had no idea, only that he was going to be the new owner and manager, eyes wide as saucers watching Jared fill in the blanks, "A hundred and sixty-five thousand smackeroos? Oh my god, Jare!"
"What did you think, bro? I was going to hand Erik a $50 check and call it even?" Jared replies with a smile.
"We tried to unload as much merchandise as we could," Erik says, "but selling a rack of tee shirts goes much faster than a wall of surfboards!"
"Don't worry," Jay was suddenly filled with confidence, "we'll have them sold in no time."
A knock at the door, even though it was already open, to allow ventilation, there's Winson, asking, "Everything go along as planned?"
Erik walks over to him, saying, "I'm sorry I couldn't give you a job, but this is a private meeting."
"He's okay," Jay says, turning himself around. "Winson and me were in the same English Lit class in high school."
"Well then, maybe I should pass his application along to you," Erik walks over to a filing cabinet, taking out a piece of paper and handing it to Jay.
Winson bends over Jay's shoulder, seeing a star on the upper right hand corner, written in smaller print, `excellent applicant'!
He was very good at selling himself. Having much acting experience, during high school, right into college, for the past two summers, Winson having landed some roles in community theater as well.
While Jay reviewed his first employee application, Erik, Jared and Wes Bentley talked business. Basically there were papers to be filed, which Wes would take care of. For Erik it was a matter of signing on the dotted line, which he hesitated for a moment.
"Must be hard for you," Jared, owner of a business, founded and then passed down to him by his father, who's father had started up the marine store.
Smiling, Erik says, "This place holds many memories, like the day Brad walked in here." Going on to give a synopsis of how he and his partner met, he tells about Brad's surfboard, yellow, but of not much use having a crack. He didn't dwell on the board, but rather the relationship they built up. When they decided to enter into a civil union, contending with the deed to Topher's, Brad insisted his name not be on any of the paperwork. Both knew there wasn't anyone to contest a will and the arrangement they had suited the two.
Jared says, "I wondered why Brad wasn't here to sign."
Erik informs him, "Oh no. Brad is off to the Big Apple with his friend, shopping for our big trip to the land down under!"
"Hmm," Jared plays around, trying to conceal his eyes looking down at Erik's crotch.
Detecting Jared's wandering eyes, Erik says, "I'm talking geography, Jared!"
"Of course," Jared replies, smiling.
Wes had shown interest in how Jay was handling his first hiree, suggesting he find someone with human resources experience, which would be nice if they owned a surfboard as well!
Coming round back to Erik and Jared, Wes scoops up papers, making sure every T was crossed. Before he was done there, he assured Jeremy there was enough money in his trust fund to last for years, if he spent it wisely.
"I suppose there wouldn't be enough to buy back The Flake House?" Jeremy asks with disappointment, pretty much knowing the answer, base on what Jared forked over for Topher's.
"Sorry. You can afford maybe a window and a door, but real estate can be steep on the island. I'd suggest finish up on schooling and..." and he calls Jared over, "maybe you can help Jeremy with investing his trust fund?"
"Sure," Jared says, flashing Jeremy a smile, because he looked like he needed it.
"Thanks," Jeremy replies.
Right now, alone in the world, which Wes well knew, being not only Jeremy's father's attorney, but a friend as well, cuddles the 23-year old in the pit of his arm, "If you need anything, be sure to give me a call?"
"Okay," Jeremy replied.
He was indeed scared, his step-brother suddenly taken off to jail, which he saw as perhaps something good, after being physically abused, landing him in the hospital. When they were younger, they got along okay, but things changed, with Steve taking up with gambling, laced with drugs. For certain it was a lesson for Jeremy, not getting involved himself.
Staring at Jared, Jeremy says to Wes, "Jay is letting me stay with him, until I can find another arrangement."
At first Jared was a little teed off when Jay didn't ask, but now it was his house and his own business, so gave his blessing, "I think it's a good idea. Just beware, Jeremy, when Bozo-here asks to have his diaper changed!"
Jay, who had been talking business with Erik, says, "I heard that Jare," he turns around, purposely running over his brother's toe, a little...
"Owch!" Jared says, lifting one leg up.
Carrying on, like nothing happened, Jay says, "You can't believe half the things Jare says, like, I don't wear diapers!"
Laughing, because there seemed to be a big drain off of worry, Jeremy says, "Maybe he was speaking for himself!"
"Fuck you guys?" Jared reaches down into his pants, pulling out the waist of his briefs, the Nouguet logo on the elastic part.
Wes, it catching his eye, says, "Need help tucking that back in, Jared?"
"I might," Jared says, doing it himself.
"You're a big tease, you know," Wes says.
"I know!"
One last catch to all this buying and selling, Erik tells Jay there will be a big turn over on staff, those who have been at Topher's the longest, are looking for a change of scene. "Some are even following Brad and I to Australia."
"I wouldn't worry about that," Jared tells his brother, "because you don't have the merchandise to support the sales. Not having a big staff for a couple of weeks, you'll save a few bucks. If you run into real problems, don't forget, J&J can spare some staff to help you out?"
Crossing over, Erik gives them the lineup of Topher's employees who hoped they would still have a job, "Dustin Goldman, he's 19 or 20, I forget which, but he works full time in the summer, surf instructor during the day and because he can really use the money for college, works sales in the evening hours. Mathieu Dufour worked at Topher's throughout his college years, a foreign exchange student from France. When he graduated, he went back to France, became a police officer, but missed working for us and `surfing'. In his late twenties, he's a pro at surfing, one of most valued instructors and sells a lot of boards, which some attribute to his drop-dead gorgeous, muscled bod!"
"I can't wait to meet him!" Jared remarks.
Stuart, who had been snapping up photos of Jay's special day, asks, "What was that Jared?"
Instead of singling out one guy, Jared covers himself, "Erik is filling us in on who's gone and who is staying."
After which, Erik completed the list with Rodger Ian Perry, affectionately known as Rip', 30-years old, doubles in instruction and sales, Daniel Dani` Seven, 26-years old, from Vanatu, Kenji Kalikani, from Hawaii, 21-years old, "believe it or not, is not big on surfing, but he's an excellent swimmer and runner. Loves contact sports."
"Don't we all?" Jared replies, a wry smile on his face, but then gets onery, "Owch! Will you watch where you're wheeling that thing, bro?!"
"Sorry," Jay wasn't!
"Then there's Phillip Gaston, 25-years old, fresh out of the service, who did tons of surfing on desert sand, Ty Mackenzie, 34-years old, from Australia, handles classes for the 18 and under crowd, and Jesse Spenser..."
Jay cuts him off, "Jare and Jesse are best friends!"
Jared then gives a short bio of their relationship, having met the 32-year old when they were preteens, seeing him now and then, but more often after Jay's accident.
Jay puts his two cents in, "Jesse flew all the way out to Oregon with Jare and helped me find a life after being half-paralyzed."
Stuart jokes, "He's straight?" meaning the reason Jared didn't grab him up!
For now, Jared says, "No. It's just he isn't as cute as you, Stu!"
Rubbing off on Stuart, he says something Jay would, "I didn't know you then, stupid!"
"Oh," Jared plays stoopid, "I didn't, did I?"
They all learn their wasn't much structure in the work force at Topher's. A surf instructor could also sell boards or anything else the store carried, however someone in sales could not necessarily give a big sell on the surf lessons, other than whom was available and when. Quite a few yars ago, when things got out of hand, Jesse took it upon himself to elect himself head trainer and since then the surfing school division of Topher's has been much more together. Surf instructors need to pass Jesse's strict guidelines and training, which includes sea and rescue regulations and life-saving instruction. Depending on the guy, Jesse might cover the CPR part himself!
Then for a moment there, Jay scared himself, "Jesse's not leaving is he?"
"He was, until he heard who his new boss was going to be," Erik says.
Just then, there is a big clunk at the back door, two aluminum panels with one doorknob.
Many eyebrows raised, some licking lips, seeing the surfing director walk through the door, Jesse Spenser, in only a skimpy red speedo, except for a pair of flip-flips on his feet, like nothing, says, "Oh hi Jared, Jay." With all eyes on him, silence prevailing, "Something the matter?"
Jared had never tired of the spectator sport, eyeing up Jesse's swimmers physique, broad shoulders to the tapered waist, hair planing out over his chest and stomach, like he was trying to spell out a T', top line a division line for his muscled pecs, the down' line, neatly kept trail, whether Jesse trimmed it or not, it looked like it gave direction to what could be an eternal erection. Though, Jared knew differently, Jesse a `big man' between the legs, bigger when he got excited!
Stuart says to Jared, "I wish Jesse were `my' friend!"
Jared bends his lips to Stuart's ear, "Do a write up in your magazine about him and there's no telling what he might exchange in return!"
"Nah," Stuart says, thinking on his newly found friendship, "wouldn't want to do anything to make you jealous!"
"Like Jesse," Jared tells him, "I'm willing to share."
"Which means?"
"It wouldn't be the first time Jesse and me did it with a third guy!"
It made Stuart think, Jesse and Jared, two guys with almost the same build, Jesse a few inches taller than Jared, regardless, getting it on with two `hunks', Stuart wasn't drawing any conclusions just yet. Just thunk on it!
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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.