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FiRE iSLAND BiKiNiS 20
WriTten by T. Chase McPhee
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The next morning, Jay didn't recall how he got into his bed, let alone stripped down to nothing, though as he woke up next to Jeremy, he could only assume...
Rubbing a finger round and round on the backside of Jeremy's shoulder, he says, "Hey Jeremy.... Hey Jeremy," he rubs harder, if it were Aladdin's lamp, summoning the genie out of the decorative bottle.
"Yeah?" He falls over onto his back, rolling half on Jay. Repositioning himself and with more of a wide awake attitude, "What's up?".
Another part Jay feels vague about, Jeremy's naked pubes, "The sun?"
"Well good thing you slept through," Jeremy left his statement upended.
"Why? You didn't sleep?"
Jeremy smiles, saying, "Thor and beer, they don't mix."
"Oh no! What happened? Where is he?" Jay shows concern.
"Good thing you dozed off. Thor was farting something fierce!"
The way Jeremy told it, made Jay laugh his ass off!
"Then he sets his snout up on my legs and barfs all over me!"
"Oh no!" Jay acts in awe. "Is he okay now?"
"He's fine, though I left him out on the deck all night, with the screen open. My clothes, they're trash," Jeremy informs him.
"Could you do me a favor?" Jay innocently asks.
"Sure," Jeremy flips over onto his stomach, hiding those beautiful hairy pubes and the awesomeness it holds.
"Go find out how Thor is doing?"
"Sure!" Jeremy quips, giving Jay a peck on the cheek before boosting himself off the bed.
`Damn!' Jay condemns himself. Before his accident he would follow any guy who had an ass that hot!
He didn't think anything of walking from the bedroom, across the space between the living room and kitchen, to the back door, but Jeremy began to hear whispering voices, which would suggest he was being stalked. Rolling his eyes, knowing whom the voices belonged to, kept right on his way, not looking towards the kitchen. Finding Thor much recovered, he held the door open.
Thor takes off like a bat out of hell and head's in the direction of Jay's room!
Swiping a towel, Jeremy forms it around his waist. He smiles, passing by the kitchen, hearing those same voices, disappointed he's covered himself up!
Loving Thor like a brother, Jay didn't exactly take kindly to having the German shepherd straddle him, with no recourse but to allow Thor to lick his face, "Um, would you mind getting this mutt off of me before I suffocate?"
Since coming to be with Jay, Jeremy has slowly recovered, from being the meek little person he's become, as a result of his older brother's persistence in making his life hell. Blossoming forth into the person he was, before Steve turned into an evil dude, Jeremy forgot how it felt to, when times allowed it, to mock, "Move, Thor!"
Scooting from his place, the dog was replaced by a human form, Jay saying, "Well, that sure is a switch!"
Even though he couldn't feel himself, Jeremy had no problem slipping a hand in between them, saying, "How does that feel?" he pairs up their flaccid cocks, his semi-rigid, and strokes both at once.
Resigning to the fact he may never have any sensation in his pubic region, Jay doesn't mind building up someone else's pleasure, "Are you hard?"
"Half."
"Over me?" Jay says.
Even though once, he paired up two guys' cocks to his own, for the sheer pleasure of seeing what it was like, Jeremy speaks of the here and now, "You see anyone else in this room?"
Jay was overwhelmed. Other than his brother, who would pamper, cater to his every wish, especially when it came to the touching of man to man skin, no one has made him feel like Jared could. He wasn't sure what he was feeling, Jeremy making soft, sweet love to him, sucking on a nip or breaking away for a kiss...
"I'm not much with words and know we haven't had much time alone..."
"You mean when I didn't fall asleep on you?" Jay knows.
"You can't help that. I understand. I know when someone has an accident, sometimes it takes years to get back," Jeremy renders.
Jay asks, "Is your hand still on my cock?"
"Nah. I gave up on it for a while. Were you feeling anything?"
"Um," Jay thinks it over, "I could feel something around my happy trail, but that's about it."
"Maybe we should do a test?" Jeremy was already into it, falling to Jay's left side.
"Test? What kind of test?" Jay didn't fight it off, rather welcoming it!
"I'll start either here," he points a finger to Jay's balls, "or right around the base of your neck. We know your face is working, right?"
"You kissed me. I felt it. What do you think?" Jay says with sarcasm.
"Why do you think I said to start at your chest?"
"Oh right. You did, didn't you?" Jay took it in stride.
"Can you feel this?" Jeremy focuses in on Jay's nips, kneeling there and tweaking them up.
"Yeah, but whatever you do, don't stop!" Jay giggles!
Doing a quick check, Jeremy didn't stop teasing Jay's tweakers, but kept an eye on his cock, to see if the stimulation did anything.
It didn't. Jay's cock just lay there in its flaccid state, not twitching a muscle.
He too had curiosity, "Did it do anything?"
Jeremy replies, "Did what do anything?"
"My cock you're watching!" Jay let Jeremy know he was being as observant!
"Not yet." Not yet, but Jeremy was getting quite a rise out of touching Jay's chest, moving a hand down his smooth abs, "Next test," he relinquishes the hold on Jay's nips, digging a finger into his navel.
"Another feel good place. You have such a power over me Jeremy!"
"Do I now?" Jeremy follows Jay's dark treasure trail.
Like an apology, Jay says, "I used to keep my happy trail firmed up before my accident."
"Did you now? Well, it's gotten a little unkept. Maybe we should do something about it!"
Jay had a picture of Jeremy applying a little shave cream and using a razor, not his tongue!
He was already hot. Very hot! Hopping off Jay, after lying faced down on top of him, Jeremy felt a void, but slowly began rebuilding his shaft, but touching Jay's nips. Call it a fetish, ever since he can remember, he's had this fascination about, not only a guy's tweakers, but his own. That went for his bellyhole as well. Feeling up Jay's, Jeremy had a hankering to have himself touched, felt up.
"What are you doing?" Jay asks, looking at Jeremy's stomach.
Mocking Jay out, Jeremy says, "Well since your hands don't work, I have to take care of myself I suppose?!"
"Who said so?" Jay replies, holding both hands up, like he's being arrested!
Whether it was on purpose or a fluke, Jeremy's right knee situated at Jay's left elbow, it was as easy as pie for Jay to reach up and take over Jeremy stroking himself!
"Mm-mm," Jeremy cooed, dropping his head back.
It wouldn't be the first time this occurred to Jay, since his accident left him `incapable' of the most enjoyable man-function. He wasn't sure if this time would ever come, if a guy would ever show an interest in him enough to want to have mansex. Thinking on it for some time, suddenly time became desperate and Jay didn't have a millennium to think about it, "Maybe," he tread through this slowly, "if you want," he stutters, "I could do something more than my hand?"
He didn't have to be a rocket scientist to figure out, if Jay talked about changing up the stroking action on his cock, from hand, to, "Are you sure you want to?"
What choice did he have? A bright lad, Jay knew in order to keep a guy interested in himself, he had to exploit whatever facilities he had left, "Sure I'm sure."
Jeremy couldn't deny, after straddling Jay around the middle, fencing his stomach in between his knees, that it didn't feel good, dragging his semi-erect cannon up Jay's abs-wall, between those two, in Jeremy's estimation, `hot nips', then...
"What're you waiting for?" Jay was happy for a little leeway, being he wasn't sure about this.
"Um, for you to shut up and open your mouth?" Jeremy says, not in a boisterous manner, but with a friendly nervousness.
Now in hand, Jeremy gave it a little stoking.
Seeing Jeremy's cock right in front of his face, Jay peers down like he was trying to look at his own nose, seeing the tall stalk, "Are you all the way?"
"Hard?"
"Yeah," Jay replies, with one swipe of his tongue over his lips, more to wet dryness, rather than anticipating taste.
"Mostly," Jeremy says.
"Okay," Jay accepts, seeing the veiny tube, "um, like, can we do this slow?"
"We don't have to go it at all!" Jeremy says, falling to the wayside of Jay's left arm.
Thinking more or Jeremy, Jay says, "But it was such a build up for you."
"Who says it's still not going to be?" Jeremy refreshes his hand movement, running it the length of his erect 7c!
"But weren't you counting on having it all wet and slimy, not to mention feeling it moving in and out of my lips?"
Indirectly answering, or being considerate not to, Jeremy, slapping an upturned palm on Jay's chest, says, "Wet would be good."
Jay just looked, taking Jeremy's hand, like he was examining it, asking, "What do you want me to do?"
"Spit?"
"Spit?" Jay repeats.
"Well, how else am I going to make it wet, other than shoving it down your throat?"
Jay asks, "You don't want to?"
"Do you want me to?"
"Not exactly," Jay says. Even though it didn't come to pass, Jay could feel a constriction in his throat, "if it's all right with you?"
"From now on you should say what you mean, Jay. If you don't want to do something, it's not going to hurt my feelings if we don't follow through on something?"
"I getcha, but what about now? You're like all psyched up and..."
"And," Jeremy begins making his cock perky again, rubbing his hand up and down, with Jay's lube making it slick, "if I want to get off, I can get off."
"I feel like I'm gypping you."
"You know Jay," Jeremy lies down, "I can only imagine this being something rather `new' for you?"
"Not at all," Jay differs. "I've had plenty of sex with guys," though, in reality, the most man-contact Jay has had, has been Jake and his brother.
"No, you're confused."
"Am I?"
Jeremy lays it out, "I meant having sex with a guy since your accident?"
"Oh," Jay gets the significance of the difference, like a gymrat, the before and after picture, "`that'!"
It was a touchy subject with Jay, but not Jeremy, "Don't take this the wrong way, but who else have you slept with besides me?"
It dawning on Jay, just where Jeremy was headed with this, "After my accident?" he pauses, "It's just been," reluctant to name his own brother, "Jake."
"I take it you two are real close?"
Knowing they hadn't talked much on personal items, other than his surfing accident, Jay says, "I'll level with you, Jake and me, we were everything `first' together. First time we ever got naked together, first kiss, first time any guy ever touched his lips to any place other than my lips. First time either of us touched another guy's dick to our lips. Yeah, Jake and me, we pretty much were responsible for first time man to man anything?"
Wondering if there was more, Jeremy gave it a rest, "So, all of those things you experienced before your accident, how much of it have you had after, if I'm making any sense?"
Jay had a lot to think about. Both Jake and Joseph were okay with knowing about Jared and him having brotherly sex. A stranger, how would Jeremy react? Though, Jay had a feeling, that not much would bother Jeremy, knowing what he has been through. Another thing crisscrossed Jay's mind, wondering, if he blew it with Jeremy, would there ever be another guy who bothered getting to know him?
Then, like Jeremy was indeed reading Jay's thoughts, "I've had some bizarre things happen to me, have done some whacky stuff, so if you think anything you are going to say is going to drive me away, I doubt it?"
"Bizarre? Like how would that go?" Jay asks, like he was trying to bargain.
Settling on the `sex thing' was not going to happen right now, Jeremy slid down Jay's bod, his balls crumbling under his shaft, all being dragged to where he could gain comfort, lying his arms across Jay's pec-line, resting his chin under his palms. Even if Jay couldn't feel it, he certainly could, his balls cascading over the edge of Jay's hairy balls, then, because his knees pulled Jay's legs together, shins formed a crevice to cradle his nuts and bolt, "Are you okay with me like this?"
Shrugging his shoulders, Jay responds, "Whatever turns you on!"
Calling to terms, Jeremy says, "I'll going to tell you the weirdest thing I ever did, but then you have to do the same?"
"Sure. Not much weird stuff has happened to me," though Jay did have two come to mind, his half-lifelong romp in the sheets with Jared and then that one time him and Jay...
"We were on spring break in Ft. Lauderdale, me and my friends, Todd and Rahim, from college. We knew Todd was into this bondage stuff..."
At which time, Jay's mind connected with the incident he and Jake had with `Master Bartosz'...
"And when Todd said he hooked up with two guys at a party, Rahim and me didn't know what we were getting ourselves into. Yet, we trusted Todd, so figured he knew what he was doing. Besides that, we had had a couple of beers, so Rahim and me, we were easily swayed."
"Todd didn't?"
"Oh sure. We arrived at our hotel on Saturday, hung out for a while and then went out to a bar, where we drank up and then headed down the road to a gay club," Jeremy poured out his weird historical moment.
Anxious to hear the rest, Jay could relate, thinking about how bold he and Jake were, entering through the door of the vast unknown, a sketch of their own weird experience running through their minds.
"To make a long story short, these two guys, Blake and Davis, weren't at all reluctant to take us to their home, which was a very nice house, located in a well to do section, where properties were separated by lush lawns and wrought iron fences."
"Rich guys?" Jay wondered.
"As we eventually found out," Jeremy replies, waiting for Jay's reaction.
"And then what happened?"
Given the go ahead, Jeremy says, "We figured Todd knew what he was doing, because Rahim and me already knew he was into the `whips and chains' thing, we followed his lead."
"Scared?"
"At first, but Rahim said it wasn't because he was frightened, more anticipating the moment. I had asked him, because he knew Todd better than I did and had been through one escapade with Todd already. He assured me, granted Blake and Davis were playing safely, we would not be doing anything life threatening. The fact we were going to their place, well, Blake and Davis would not do anything which would put themselves or where they lived at risk."
"That's why we went to the club, only Jake, he had to tell this big brute we were `no limits'. But go ahead, finish your story," Jay provoked.
At the same time, he left Jeremy with a sense of wanting to know, "I'd like to hear it. Anyway, we rode in Blake's SUV to their place. On the way they explained what was going to happen when we got there, that as soon as we walked in their front door, the three of us would become their slaves."
"Slaves? Yikes!" Jay exclaims.
Jeremy laughs, saying, "Except we did have rights to choices they were going to make."
Understanding this part, Jay knew the difference between having rights and rights taken away; having a safeword or playing with, as Jake mistakenly opted for, `no limits', "I hope you made the right choice," he could laugh about it now!
"Todd, well," Jeremy smiles, "we found out how much he liked having anywhere on his bod worked, but as for myself and Rahim, let me say, we lucked out."
Referencing back to when he and Jake play with Master Bartosz, Jay says, "I hope you weren't as unfortunate as Jake," he could speculate, based on the little leather noose put around Jake's balls, with the threat of a 1-pound weight to drag them down!
"Let's say we were much, much more fortunate than our friend Todd. In fact, I kind of liked the idea of being tied and forced to suck cock, lick balls... or as it turns out, Todd said he felt comfortable enough with Davis, for us to leave the scene."
"You left your friend alone with a stranger?" Jay acts horrified.
"As things worked out, it would have evened things off, Blake taking Rahim and me upstairs to a bedroom. On the contrary, we thought we were going to be willing victims to Blake, but instead, he's the one asked to be tied down."
"Oh, so that's why you're so good at pinching my nips!"
"No. I don't do anything anyone doesn't want done to them. At least that's how it worked with Blake. We had him tied down to the bed and said to do anything to him we wanted."
"I reckon you guys worked him over than?" Jay thirsted for details, imagining what he would do, having a guy naked, tied to the bed, saying `do anything!'
"I started out enjoying use of Blake's bod with Rahim, but I lost interest. Probably it was because Rahim really dug a guy with a rounded, fuzzy stomach. He was a real good talker too, outlining almost everything he did, right before doing it."
Still not getting the gritty details, Jay asks, "Like what did he do to him?"
"From the start I could see this being one-sided. It kind of turned my stomach, seeing Rahim lick the dude's pits, but then again, there was no where for me to get in on the action, not with Rahim's bod hovering over Blake." Jeremy laughs, "I had to laugh, him squeezing me out of the whole action."
"Was it his intentions to do it?" Jay asks.
"I don't think so, but better him than me, because it wasn't really phasing me, a turn on, to make love to the man," Jeremy almost ends his tale.
"You sat there and watched the whole time?"
"No," Jeremy finishes up his tale, "I went back downstairs, which was kind of cool... I mean, not the part about Todd having his balls and nips stretched, but tied out eagle-spread, it was sure hot watching Davis fuck him."
"I think that might have happened to Jake, but then Joey and Jare showed up to bail us out," Jay relates the end of his unsaid tale.
Smiling, Jeremy forgets all about that place in his history, "I could lay here for hours and look at you?" the apex of his chin sat on his two hands, pivoted across Jay's chest line.
"Great, until I have to pee!"
Making Jeremy jump, he did a pushup, the two of them looking down the corridor of bods, "You have to go now?"
Having a light grazing of brown hair down his chest and stomach, Jay loved the look of the tunnel, "You look so awesome!"
"Let me know when you're done sightseeing," Jeremy holds his pose.
"I love the look of a guy's cock and balls hanging down," Jay says.
"Someday I will look forward to you doing the same."
It's only then Jeremy caves in on his position, lurching forward, lying down once again, matching up their anatomy and sweetly kissing Jay!
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Meanwhile, down Banana Drive, Jared was being awoken by Stuart, not much different than when put to sleep, lying parallel, his feet almost next to Jared's head, under the covers and sweetly licking his feet.
"Hmm," Jared stirs awake, kicking the fly' who has been buzzing' the top of his foot...
"Owch!"
Waking up abruptly, seeing Stuart's head above the unfolded portion of the bed sheet, he responds, "Oh, it's only you. I thought a mosquito got in the room!"
"Hint," Stuart replies, with sarcasm, "mosquitos don't lick?"
"I knew that," Jared says.
Not much of a sexual nature occurred after that, Stuart climbing his way back up to the pillows, "You didn't tell me whether you liked me sucking your toes last night?"
"I'm not sure. It felt good, I guess."
Nestled up next to Jared, Stuart says, "I've had mixed reactions. Either a guy will like it, or a guy won't. The guy that doesn't, he'll either tell me, or might feel so repulsed he'll get up and walk out." He laughs, explaining himself, "Even had one guy as far as feeling like barfing. Thank goodness he was in his bed and not mine!"
"Ugh," Jared says of that scene. "So, what are the cumulative statistics?"
"You want the whole marketing report, Jared?"
"Nah. Really I'm just trying to find out how many guys you've been with before you met me!" he lays there with a snug smile on his lips.
"I lost track. Maybe 5 or 6. How about you?" Stuart turns the tables.
It's always been on his mind, having sex with his brother, which in the years before and after Jay's accident, there wasn't much action, "The same, but nothing significant."
"Cool." Stuart truthfully says, "If you remember, it was me scoping out you and not the other way around?"
"What you're saying is, wanting a story about Jay was just a pawn in getting to know me, Stu?" Jared sensed it wasn't so, but played with Stuart's mind!
"No. The part about the story is all true, but what I didn't count on was meeting up his hunk-of-a-brother?"
"All right. I accept it, but would mind going and rinsing your mouth. Would be nice to make out a little before I have to run off to work?" Jared proposes.
As Jared lay there in the bed, ample enough to suit a few others there with him, splayed out, almost eagle-spread, the ceiling became his pallet for thinking, of the day before and how easily it was to come to know Stuart. Most of the time, putting his brother before himself, his mind was already made up, Stuart not out to exploit or concealing any other ulterior motives. Too, Jared figured out for himself, it wasn't Stuart's intentions to get to him through Jay. At least it was how he wanted to think of it.
"All fresh and clean!" Stuart takes a leap into the bed, on his mind not to misplace either of his knees, hopping onto Jared's front.
They got with the kissing, but it wasn't the only option as far as Stuart was concerned.
"Don't forget I have to get ready for work in five minutes," Jared says, watching and feeling Stuart, after tasting each others' mouths for about a minute.
"I know," Stuart replies, licking down Jared's chest.
He would have taken more time, but time did not permit, working his way rather quickly, painting a wet line all the way down Jared's hairy bod, not even stopping for one of his favorite oral workovers, forcing his folded up tongue into a guy's navel, teeth gently working the circular edging, before sliding down the `happy' path.
"I can't believe you!" Jared exclaims, right after Stuart grabs up Jared's hard cock in his hand, licking the top.
"What?" Stuart lay there, his own erection to the bed, spit in an arc from the head to the licker's lips.
"Nothing," Jared surrenders, knowing, by the time Stuart finished firming him up with his lips, then trading places, working his cock up Stuart's ass... well, he wasn't going to bounce out of bed in the next five minutes!
^ o ^
"I'm sorry I can't be more to you," Jay says to Jeremy, sitting in wheelchair, whizzing off.
"You shouldn't be sorry for anything beyond your control," Jeremy replies, literally backing Jay up.
After a bit of experimentation, Jay found it easier to hit the bowl with his stream of piss, if he sat more on the edge of the chair. This couldn't possibly be carried out without the help of Jeremy's chest at Jay's back, Jeremy half bent over.
First time they tried it, the brake wasn't on and when Jay lurched forward, if not for Jeremy's quick thinking, his head almost wound up `in' the bowl!
"Done!" Jay announces, squeezing the rest of the juice out.
"Great, because now I've got to go!"
To the side, Jay had full view, watching Jeremy hold his own cock in his hand. Not much different than when a guy's cock is held out for the pleasure of jerking off, it moved Jay, looking at this new `friend', "You know, you're really beautiful Jeremy?" his scan runs from face to dick.
"Really? Even when I'm peeing?" Jeremy replies, throwing off anything which would resemble self-righteousness.
"All around, I guess. I mean, not only that you're handsome, have a hot bod, nice size, but you're a nice guy too, which brings me to a conclusion," Jay watches as Jeremy shakes it out.
"And what would that be?" Jeremy, having got his hand `wet', washes.
"Why are you wasting your time on me, when there's got to be thousands of guys out there for you?"
"Because," Jeremy formulated his words in a jiffy, "there's not a thousand guys like you?"
"Hmm, I suppose that's good."
"Now, while we're here, how about we get the scum off?"
It took time, Jeremy not totally firm on how Jay managed to shower, but found it easily accomplished, the fixtures being more on Jay's level than his own. For himself, after drying Jay, he felt like a giant, having to bend to turn the shower controls on and off.
It prompted Jay to tell about why the house was built and what he knew about the design.
Jeremy, watching Jay shave all by himself, periodically rinsing his own blade under the faucet of the twin sink, "At one time it was my goal to become an architect?"
"Cool! Are you going back to college for it?" Jay hesitates.
"Not at the moment. I have to check with my Wes Bentley. He says there's clauses to get around the release of my trust fund, without having it to go for my brother's debts. In a way, things being in his name, brings the debt only for him and not me."
"Sounds good to me!" Jay replies. He had hopes of financially helping Jeremy out, but as warned by Jared on occasion, he needed to check things out before diving in.
Putting their personal care business behind them, Jeremy asks, "What were you up to today?"
"Today is the last day Topher's will be opened. Jare said he had talked with some of the people at the marine store, about coming over to take a physical inventory. He also picked out some people whom he trusted, to help get things running again."
Even though Jeremy was being a big help as it is, helping Jay get into his clothes, he offers, "With The Flake House closed, if I can help you with anything, just let me know?"
"I could use a push," Jay replies, knowing not only Tal, but Rowan out of the picture.
Just then they hear the front door, then, "Breakfast is almost on the table!" called out.
"Is that you Joey?" Jay very well knew the voice.
"Of course! Who else is going to feed you guys?" Joseph stands there in his token leather vest, dark pants, grocery sacks hanging from both hands.
"Great," Jay replies, "then get to work!"
After sticking his tongue out at Jay, Joseph heads over to the kitchen. In his mind, as he readied the coffee dripper, did he dwell on what was happening Jay's room. Finding Jay sitting in his chair, barechested, Jeremy in only briefs, his mind ran wild with what could have happened last night, into today.
Getting a call from Jared, he said he would take care of everything, making breakfast. For Joseph, it was no imposition picking up goods from Westside Marketplace, because he loved stopping to chat with Miguel Rivas, owner and manager.
Going back to when Joseph was first starting out as a private detective with the F.I. Police Dept., his first assignment had been something as petty as catching teenaged kids from ripping off the outside stand at Westside. Though, if he never covered the small assignment, he may never have dome in contact with Miguel.
Off and on, over the past few years, the two have gotten together, but didn't see a future in carrying on any kind of official relationship. Still, it was nice of Miguel to stand near the cashier checking him out, giving him 2 bags of groceries for less than the price of one, with the tag, `you owe me one' and a wink!
Taking the eggs out, Joseph was met by, "How come you're here, Joey, and not Jare?" Jay assumed was the case, his brother contacting their mutual buddy.
He didn't repeat the first part of Jared's message, of lingering in bed longer than expected, but did convey, "Tying up loose ends over who is and who is not going to meet him later, from the marine store?"
The mention of it rekindled excitement, Jay saying, "Yeah, isn't it cool, Joey? Me... manager of my own store?"
Since it could be kind of uncool for Jay to hear from his brother, Joseph says, "Don't forget. You've never run a store, so for starters you need to listen to what Jared has to say to you?"
Feeding arms into a tee shirt, already over his head, Jeremy says, "Joey's right. You will need to follow instructions, almost like this is a classroom. What an opportunity though, learning without having to pay all that tuition!"
"There ya go!" Joseph remarks, glad he got a nice view while talking to the two in Jay's room, because only the happy trail view would provide a minimal zinger!
"What are you making, Joey?"
"Eggs," he answers Jay.
Meanwhile, Jeremy has glanced towards the back of the house and spotting surfers on the waves, "Is that Jake out there?"
Joseph lost his audience, Jay wheeling himself towards the back glass wall of the house, "Probably. He's out there every morning when it's not raining!"
However, from the distance of the kitchen, it grabbed Joseph's attention, all those colorful dots near the shoreline, making him switch off the gas under the eggs. Reporting to where the boys were standing, "Oh my. What have we here?"
"Bikini weather!" Jay laughs his ass off!
"I'll say," Joseph replies.
Jeremy asks, "Are the eggs done?"
"No," Joseph says, "I'll get'em in a minute!"
However, he didn't, Jeremy offering, even though he was going to miss out on a dozen or so surfers, clad in their skimpy swimming apparel. What a sacrifice!
"What do you think, Joey?" As if Jay didn't know.
Rubbing his beard, Joseph says, "Makes a man care less about his stomach," he didn't break his stare.
In no time, Jeremy was returning with one plate balancing on his wrist, another on top of it and one in his other hand, "Eggs are done for anyone still with an appetite!"
Jay's chair was already parked under the table on the deck, made specifically for `his kind'.
Joseph says, "Here, let me help," adding a smile as he took two of the plates.
"I'll get the coffee," Jeremy says.
Joseph, helping out, "Let me give you a hand."
While in the kitchen, Jeremy talks it up, "Jay is lucky to have you as a friend."
"He's growing kind of fond of you," Joseph replies, holding two mugs.
While pouring, Jeremy replies, "I think he's a special guy and I'm not just saying it because of his walking disability."
Not knowing how to respond, Joseph says, "Jay needs a break like that."
Since they were gone more than a duration of time Jay had picked out of the air, he says in a cunning manner, "And what were you two doing in the kitchen, taking so long?"
Joseph tells him, "You're not the only one into bears!" he laughs.
"Really? Cool! Did you touch all that hot fur?" Jay says excitedly, forgetting the bikinis for a second.
Instead of Jeremy, Joseph answers him, "Of course not. You think I'm going to go cheating on your boyfriend?"
"Oh no!"
"What?" Jeremy wonders, "Something wrong with the eggs?"
"No. I got a boyfriend." Jay then laments, "Now I can't touch Joey's hairy bod," he sulks, a tiny smile telling he's lying!
Perfect solution, Joseph says, "Unless you both do it at once, then it wouldn't be cheating, if you're there together doing it!" he stood there, hopeful.
It becoming a dead issue, Jay moves on, "So... exactly why were you two in the kitchen for so long?"
"Getting your breakfast together?" Jeremy was truthful.
Then again, instead of the truth, Joseph was coming on with one of his little, evil plots, "I'm not telling!"
Staring up at Joseph, with the same facial structure he's come to know, Jay says, "You're keeping something from me Joey and you know what that means?!"
Sitting at eye level with Jay, Jeremy looks up to Joseph,
"What does he mean, Joey?"
With his back to the goings on, on the beach, Joseph moves closer to Jay, telling, "You don't walk away from an experience without getting something out of it, do you?"
Meant to rekindle memories of an incident occurring in Jay and Jake's life, before the surfing accident, whereas Joseph and Jared had to come bail the two out, "I'm game," Jay reaches to his left side, hand flat against Joseph's thigh.
"Oh-h-h-h-h..." Joseph sighs, feeling a hand on his chaps, fingertips closing in, back of Jay's hand brushing against his pent up balls!
Looking up at his friend, Jay says, "Sweet torture, huh Joey?"
Playing the game, Joseph says, "You're still not going to find out what Jeremy and me were doing in the kitchen for so long?!"
Not getting it, except for the erotic part, Jay's hand slowly moving in and out of the crevice between Joseph's thigh and expanding crotch, Jeremy says, "We were making breakfast. While I was scrambling the eggs, Joey was pouring the..."
Getting serious on Jeremy, Joseph asks Jay, "I can't believe he's not getting it!"
"Yeah, I know," Jay replies.
Dropping his hand, which elicits a whimper from Joseph, the pulsing in his loins ground to a temporary halt, Jay leans over his right side, as best he can, a curled finger telling Jeremy to lean his ear in.
After an interval of whispering, Jay sits tall in his chair.
Standing, Jeremy walks around the back of Jay's chair, reaches a hand to the right of Joseph's elbow, picking up a plate of eggs, saying, "You don't like my eggs, Joey?" he holds the plate between the two.
"Sure. I love eggs," Joseph reacts not sure what's on Jeremy's mind.
"I'm glad to hear that," Jeremy tilts the plate, then slams it against Joseph's chest!
"Oh shit, Jeremy!" Joseph replies, mouth wide open, glancing from Jeremy, staring him the eyes, the plate forcibly pushed against his hairy bod!
Sliding the plate downwards, a gleeful smile, Jeremy says, "Jay told me to do this!"
Said in a proud manner, the plate is slid down Joseph's abs, over his bellyhole and as instructed, Jeremy's other hand gives a tug to Joseph's chaps, opening enough of a stretch to...
"Oh no," Joseph softly says, translated, oh cool,' he watches, but mainly feels the tip of the plate dip below the waistline of his leathery pants. "I can't believe you did that," translated, awesome move!'
Giggling, Jay jokes, "Gives a whole new meaning to `egg of your face,' huh Joey?"
"Yeah, right," Joseph replies, picking one of the many little crumbly pieces of scrambled eggs out of his pec hair.
"Did Jeremy tell you you could do that, Joey?"
Jeremy looks to Jay for guidance.
"Uh, no," Joseph replies.
This all started a few weeks after Jay and Jake were bailed out by Joseph and his brother, rescued from `the evil' Master Bartosz. Jake thought it kind of cool, although a bit severe, having his balls collared off, a small fishing weight hanging from the leather and chained contraption attached to both ball sacs.
Jay, Jake, Joseph and Jared all had a few beers, wandered off topic, talking up Jay's upcoming surfing trip to Oregon, Jake mentioned it wasn't un-erotic to have another guy in control of how and when he could shoot his load. One thing led to another rather quickly and Jake relived the night in Master Bartosz' dungeon, the lower basement of The Spin Club.
In lieu of the proper device, wrapped around both balls, crippling the flow of juices to his cock, Joseph ad libbed using one of Jared's dress belts.
Knowing Joseph could get into this kinky stuff, the reason Jay and Jake snuck into Master Bartosz' lair in the first place, they watched, trusting Joseph would not strangle Jake's sacs.
Explaining as he went, Joseph fed the tip of Jared's belt through the buckle, fit it around Jake's nice-sized balls and while cinching both in one hand, proceeded to tighten the loop.
Making a long story short, because it took time to make Jake see, his noosed-up balls could make him `real' hard, it's where Joseph brought Jay and Jared into play.
Jared's job was making sure Jake didn't touch himself, which required holding Jake by the wrists, arms stretched overhead.
A more interesting job, Jay was given the duty to touch Jake all over, which when he started doing it, his brother claimed it wasn't fair.
Calling Jared a `baby', Joseph changed things up, delegated both restraining and touching Jake split between the brothers.
In reality, Joseph was calling the shots, poor Jake left to suffer at the hands of the three others.
Near the end, at which time Jake had secreted quite a bit of fluid, Joseph took over stimulating both cock and balls. When Jake came, which he heralding it as one of the hottest ejaculations he's ever had, Joseph thought it `cute' to help Jake clean up, pouring beer over his pubes and stomach, scrubbing away all the slippery goo!
Not the end of the story, but as for the eggs, stuffed within each little nook and cranny of Joseph's full frontal assault of bear-hair, from pecs to prick, Jay felt like his own personal getting even tactic, based on how Jake suffered, "A little different than beer, huh Joey?"
Standing there, hands on hips, looking down his egg-littered bod, Joseph says, "Now, who's gonna clean this up?"
Fate calling at their back door, they all hear, "Hey guys, what's up?"
"How sweet," Joseph suddenly turns from the willing victim to a sinister Bartosz character.
"What happened to you, Joey?" Jake asks, stuffing the tip of his surfboard into the sand before rising up on the deck.
Viewed by Joseph, he looks beyond Jake, over his shoulder, asking, "Aren't you going to introduce us to your buddy," though, Joseph squints, thinking he's already met the over-6ft., bearded surfer?
"This is Lars. He's an awesome surfer."
"Hi... again," Lars' eyes sink deep into Joseph's.
"Lars. Right," Joseph makes the connection, "I didn't recognize you without the long hair."
"What happened to you?" Lars asks about the bits of scrambled eggs, here and there, lodged between the follicles of black hair covering Joseph's front.
"Oh that... these guys felt like playing a joke on me. Um, you wouldn't be interested in helping me clean up?"
"Um, Joey, you want to clue us all in here?" Jay confronts his friend.
Jake didn't care, if he had known, the lonely plate of eggs sitting on the table, had been brushed off the front of Joseph's bod. Too, he didn't care if it were manners or not, stealing some from Jay's plate.
Inviting Lars in to sit, Joseph gave up his own chair. For a half hour, the conversation centered on Lars and the sad tale on how Joseph came to know him, through Barry Walsh, twin brother of Kevin, who worked at J&J Marine...
A sad chapter in Lars Svensen's life, a drifter from the surfing community out in Cali, he landed a job as a construction worker, by way of a distant cousin, obligated by family ties, to hire him.
Right from the start, Lars was hassled about his long hair, a little longer than his shoulders. Two men, from the day Lars started, chose to make Lars' days, until he quit, a living hell. For instance, they laughed their asses off when Lars was down in a ditch, digging, kicking dirt back into the ditch whenever they passed by. Knowing this was his last hope of finding a decent job, Lars put up with it.
Another incident, Lars was hammering two boards together, reaching up to do so. Steve sees opportunity knocking, the tank Lars wore, creeping up his abs wall. Using Lars' hairy navel as a target, he shoves the end of a 2x4 right into his stomach!
Again, Lars didn't report it. When coming into the job, his cousin knowing his past troubles sticking with employment, Lars kept silent, except for the moans, his stomach hurting. However, he didn't stay doubled up for long, should the boss find out...
Steve and his cohort, Greg, their obsession with getting rid of the hippie', the thirty-something men, over drinks at a bar one night, rustled up some surefire plans to get rid of the hippie' once and for all. After a few drinks, they walked down to the pier, where they knew Lars would often sit near, watching the sun go down.
It was a perfect night for an abduction, a slice of the moon lighting the sky, sun skating across the water and no more of a perfect scenario unfolding, a slight cloud cover causing the beach landscape to become vague to the naked eye.
The forces with them, no witnesses to be seen in either direction, Steve and Greg were on Lars, before he could gather what was happening to him.
Strong, from years of construction, plus working out at the gym, it was a cinch to put Lars in a full nelson.
Likewise, for Greg, heaving his fists into Lars` stomach, coupled with the effects of his earlier drinking binge, it became a game of sorts, which punch delivered made their victim belch the loudest.
After Greg belted Lars in the stomach 10 or 12 times, he wasn't counting, Steve loosened his grip, dropping Lars into the sand.
Falling to his knees, Lars bent over, holding his bruised abs.
When they arrived, Steve had dropped the coiled rope from around his arms. Telling Greg to pick it up, Steve got Lars to his feet. With cinching his elbows together, behind his back, Lars was manhandled and walked, over to where an unused boat pier stood.
Arriving at their destination, Steve loosened his grip, swung Lars around and punched him in the balls.
His gut ached as it is, but with the terrific pain in his balls, Lars could do nothing but surrender. Flipped over onto his stomach, a knee to his back, one of his hands, protecting his balls, was pulled out from under him, then the other and placed wrists together, over his head.
From one of the ends of the rope, trussed up over a beam, Greg tied it around Lars` left wrist. The other pulled out, they tied a rope around the other corresponding wrist. In one big haul, the two pulled on a single rope. Familiar with ropes and pulleys, Lars' bod began rising up out of the sand.
Soon, Lars was in a position which he could not get out, standing, arms over his head, splayed out to the sides of his head, wrists tethered by ropes, attached to opposite beams of wood.
Later on, no one would ever think of Steve and Greg as being so barbaric. Beyond working over his stomach with their fists, each took turns lifting their knees into Lars' crotch.
At the trial, it was one blaming the other, Steve claiming it was Greg, using his lighter to burn the hair off of Lars' bod. Even though they had a gripe about guys with long hair, they thought it a cool idea burning the hair off his chest. However, Greg contested it was Steve who thought it a cool idea to roast Lars' nips.
Fortunately for Lars, one flicker of light in the darkening night, told Steve and Greg it would provide too much attraction.
Instead, the two goons worked him over some more, Steve whipping Lars on the back, Greg alternating gut-punches and then the two leaving him to rot.
Concluding his story, Joseph says, "Sorry for being so graphic," he looks to Lars.
Even Jake hadn't heard the story, saying, "Wow, that's like so, so awful, Sven," he reaches out without abandoning his eggs.
And because his accident has permanently changed his life forever, both physically and mentally, Jay sobs, "I hope you're okay now?"
"Trust me, I'm fine," Lars replies, walking up the few steps onto the back deck, kneeling down and taking Jay's hand.
Jeremy and Joseph show their caring as well.
After the brief interlude of connecting, Jay says, "How's your fuckin' eggs, Jake?"
"Oh!" Jake remarks, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, "Are you okay, buddy?"
The rest of Lars' history was easy to tell, Joseph mentioning Barry Walsh jogging on the beach, finding Lars hanging by his arms, "Knowing Barry, he gave me a call, at which time I got the cops involved."
Stilling kneeling there on one knee, Lars says, "It was awesome, the love Barry show for a stranger, but you too, Joseph."
Meant to lift everyone up, Joseph says, "Joseph?' Get with it, Lars. If you're gonna be my friend, it's Joey'!"
It worked, adding some cheer to the gloomy crowd, Jay saying, "That's right Lars. Get with the program!"
Thor barked!
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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.