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A note from TCMcP: I originally ended this story. I don't know about you, but my mouth was still watering for more of those FI bikini-boys!
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FiRE iSLAND BiKiNiS ~ `TWiSTs oF FATe!' 01
WriTten by T. Chase McPhee
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That night Jay lay on the sofa, his head in his boyfriend's crotch, faced up, using the soft, meaty part of the anatomy as a cushion for his head. Only difference between last night and tonight, it was a different boyfriend, `old flame'!
"Sorry the way things turned out?" Jared poses to his brother, softly stroking Jay's curly locks.
"Me?" Jay opens his resting eyes. "What about you? I thought for sure you and Stuart had hit it off?"
They had already talked about Jeremy and his relationship with Jay. Now it was Jared's turn, "Oh him," he says it with mediocre repose, "well he wasn't really looking for someone steady..."
Jay jumps the gun, "You mean just a hot fuck every night?"
Owning up to it, Jared twists it around, "How would you know I can fuck a guy long and hard?"
Those old memories came rolling back down the hill, Jay looking up into Jared's eyes, each reading the other's mind. Maybe Jay never felt the long end of Jared's stick, but it's not he hasn't accidentally walked in on Jared and Jake going at it. He also knew how it could be, the other guy getting porked, Jay having poked a man, his own brother, which until this day has been a guarded secret. Oh, Jake knew, but sworn to secrecy as well, given he was already an adopted member of the family!
"Good thing we had our time together," Jay says.
Knowing why, based on what they had, Jared returns, "Yeah, but in one way a blessing, if you want to call your big stick inoperable, I don't have to walk around bowlegged anymore!"
In the first few months of his disability, Jay was touchy on the subject with any jokes about being `crippled'. Now, especially coming from his own brother, he took it in stride. At times he even turned someone else's joke around and rather being owned, owned the other dude. About his disability right now, "Um, we could always go to the adult bookstore on the mainland and pick up some dildos and buttplugs, if your ass feels lonely?"
A better answer comes to their door. Rather ring the bell or knock and wait, the door is keyed to gain access, "I hope you aren't decent!"
Together, still eye to eye, the brothers name, "Joseph/Joey!"
Then, they hear a second voice, "Maybe I should come back another time?"
Hearing the deep voice, which to Jared's ears, sounded kind of `sexy', he gets up to greet Joseph and his guest.
"That's right," Jay looks up from the floor, "forget I'm even around!"
"Sorry!" Jared quips, `now' paying attention to Jay, squatting down to make sure, "Nothing broken, is there?"
He had landed faced down, his lily white ass cheeks faced up, Jay slightly being able to lift his head and one hand, pings Jared on the end of his droopy cock, "No, stoopid, but I could have!"
Standing, reverberating the effect Jay's ping has had on him, "Owch! That hurts!" he clutches his family jewels. Immediately, he turns around, "Oh, sorry!" Good thing he was hiding his soft trio.
Who could guess whether the stud with Joseph was gay or straight!
Joseph confronts the brothers, "I hope you don't mind that I brought a friend home?"
Jay, head propped up on both palms, asks, "How many drinks did you have tonight, Joey?"
"Is it that noticeable?" Joseph asks, with one arm over the other dude's shoulder, the other holding on by his other arm across the front, holding on to the other hip.
Finally, breaking silence, Joseph's silent partner says, "I'm Diln McMiln. I thought Joseph needed some assistance getting home and..."
"Just great," Jay complains, having enough of lying belly down on the floor.
Though it wasn't totally bad, Thor right there beside him.
Yet, Jay, for life of him, could not dodge Jared's bod, to get a clear look at, "Nice to meet you, Diln. Like, it would be nice to see what you looked like, instead of my bro's balls hogging the view?"
"Oh sure," Diln says, moving around Jared, but not wanting to lose Joseph's pillar.
The brothers kind of got an inclination to Diln's sexual orientation, trying to steal a peek at Jared's clutching hand!
Too late, Joseph falls off Diln's shoulder, Jared jumping to his rescue, "I gotcha, Joseph!"
"Hi, nice dog," Diln says, flashing a bright smile.
Jay was in love, replying, "Thanks!"
In the mean time, seeing Joseph losing it quick, Jared says, "I'm going to put Joseph to bed."
"Good," Jay says, well aware if he didn't react swiftly, Jared could very well steal `his guy' away from him, "and don't come back!"
It made Diln laugh out loud, but in a way, he had an inner hope Jared would take his time. Thinking nothing of it, Diln lays down on the floor, doing the top of a pushup, then dropping down, propping his head up with his hands, "I kind of heard something `drop', when we were at the door. Are you alright?"
Figuring Diln didn't know he was handicapped, Jay play on it, "No. I think I broke both legs."
However, Joseph had rattled off Jay's hard-luck story, Diln playing it cool, "I went to college for pre-med," which he didn't, "maybe I should take a look?"
Not waiting for Jay's reply, Diln does a pushup, then walks on hands and knees, saying, "Move it, boy... Comin' through!"
Thinking of it an appropriate time, "I'm Jay and my dog's name is Thor. I think he likes you. He didn't bite your head off!"
"Well, that's good news. After Joseph, I'm not really in the mood to walk around without a head!"
Trying to invert himself, Jay says, "Can you turn me over so I can see you?"
"Wait," Diln froze up.
Giggling, Jay says, "There hasn't been one person yet who Joseph has brought home, that doesn't know about my surfing accident!"
Turning around and sitting on his ass, Diln says, "This was a setup!"
"Yeah," Jay lay with the side of his face on the floor.
"Sneaky," Diln replies, getting on his knees.
Rather than turn Jay over, Diln grabs him under the arms and swifter than they could say `cock and balls', Diln had lifted Jay up to whereas back slammed into front. Only that Diln wore a shirt, was the sound muffled.
"What tha...?"
"Long story," Diln left Jay hanging, while he fitted him into a chair facing the moonlit ocean. "This okay?"
"Um, you weren't feeling anything while your crotch was against my ass?" Jay laughs it off, unknowingly giving away impressions of Diln being gay.
"I have clothes on," Diln says rather bluntly. Then, easing up on Jay, "Besides, it would much more stimulate me to have your cock in my mouth!"
Instead of dwelling on the negative effect his cock would have, Jay says, "So, Joseph told you about my surfing accident?"
"Mind if I get comfortable?" Diln was already stripping off his shirt.
His answer, Jay says gleefully, "No, but don't stop there!"
Diln didn't. After the shirt, he stood from where he just sat down next to Jay and unbuckled his pants. He went to lengths to make his striptease last, pulling the belt out, then doing the rest, until his bearcub-like bod was totally visible.
"Nice!" Jay says with excitement, "I approve!" he applauds.
"Are you sure? Because if you don't like all this fuzz, I could run upstairs and shave it off?" He then looks up, "There is an upstairs, isn't there?"
"Yeah, but most of what I'm about is on the bottom floor," Jay leaves him clued in.
For a fact Jay knew that when Joseph got drunk, he couldn't keep any secrets. Once he gave away Jared's locker combination at the gym, a permanent locker, where he kept some loose bills. They only knew, Jared going to the gym and finding it cleaned out, the lock locked!
It's on this Jay builds his case, "What didn't Joseph tell you about me?"
Truly one thing Joseph hadn't mentioned, "You have a dog named Gor?"
"Thor!"
Gor - Thor? Thor came to Jay and not Diln!
"Sorry buddy," Diln pets Thor, sitting on his butt, between them, petting his head.
"He forgives you. Now what about you?" Jay confronts him with.
"Well, to cut through all the bullshit, I'm 24-years old, 6' tall, got a slim build, 6 and 1/2 inch cock, cut, black hair..."
"I can see all that, except maybe not the cut cock, but I meant your history?"
"So, you've checked me out already?" Diln reverted to the naughty stuff.
"How could I not, with you stripping real slow in front of me. Oh, by the way, you forgot to fluff your balls!" Jay laughs his ass off!
Standing abruptly, Diln says, "Oh, no wonder they feel all stuffy," he rolls his big balls around in a juggling motion, joking, "Want a taste?"
"Are you asking me or Thor?"
"Ewe!" Diln says.
Jay had to agree, "I know! Sorry!"
After a brief lull, Jay asks, "So, you and Joey had a few drinks..."
For his own purposes, this was a good lead in, Diln saying, "He talked a lot about you and Jared, which I'm under the impression you are almost like brothers?"
"Joey didn't tell you Jare and me are brothers?"
"No, dummy," Diln unravels the mystery, "I mean `yes', Joey did say you and Jare were brothers. What I meant is, Joey and you and your brother are like brothers?"
"Me and Joey, we're friends, but as for Jare, they're more what you would call `lovers'. Not all the time though. I wonder why he's taking so long putting Joey to bed?"
"Yeah, well, I think we both know the answer to that?" Diln's hand moves, from the top of Thor's head, to Jay's hand.
"Are you trying to sneak up on me?" Jay turns and smiles.
"You never know... next, my hand could be tickling the hair on your leg!"
At first, the near-shock of Jeremy up and leaving him to embark on the affections of Stuart's photographic talents, with promises by the cameraman that he could become America's next biggest model, Jay seriously thought things through, where it came to getting a guy and keeping him. Some can be swayed by a gourmet cook, but where it came to the greatest asset, last night Jay considered he would need to give up some things to get what he really hoped and wanted, next to surfing again, a lifelong companion.
"I got a better idea. Wanna go lie down on my bed with me?"
"Like oh my god, Jay! And you've accused me of moving in on you?"
"Sorry, but I haven't got the charisma I used to have," Jay picks up his own flaccid cock, lying it on his palm.
"Mm-mm!" Diln says, like he's looking at one of the Deen Brothers' Southern dishes.
"Don't get your tastebuds all slicked up just yet, Diln."
"I know," Diln states, like `he knows.'
"I've been in an accident. It's not all connected right," Jay was bad at the medical terms, "it like, doesn't respond like a man's cock should to... stimulation. Am I making myself clear?"
"Crystal," Diln says, "but not to sound mean or anything, you're not the only guy in history who has been through something catastrophic, and left with a wilted dick?"
After a giggle, which showed Diln he wasn't in trouble, Jay says, "Wilted dick?!"
"I'm not a doctor or even close to it... maybe flaccid would be a better term?" Diln asks him.
Regardless, there was something else bugging Jay, "So, why are you here?"
Diln knew the questions would come, "Why am I here?"
"Right. Usually it takes a lot of forplay to get a dude out of his clothes and in like, ten minutes of meeting you, you've stripped down to your," Jay reflects Diln's hairy bod, stripped down, then flippin' his balls, "nakedness?"
"Long story. I was at the bar, heard these two guys talking about surf. Then, this guy comes along, Joseph, who happened to know one of the dudes, Jake..."
"Jake?! Him and me are like blood-brothers!"
"Well, him and Joseph start talking up a storm about you, like someday you could be a superstar surfer, but your career was cut short by an accident," Diln stops, studies Jay, hoping he hasn't carried on too much.
Thinking about it, way ahead of Diln on the thought, says, "It doesn't bother me that much. What's done is done and I have to move on."
"Great insight!" Diln is ready to move on also, "Eventually, Johnny, had the same reaction."
"Who's Johnny?"
"My brother. Y'see, it's how Joseph... he doesn't mind you calling him Joey?"
"He's never said otherwise," Jay renders.
"Okay, well Joey and me, we got into talking about your accident and I related, even though I don't know how you feel now, when Johnny ran off the road on his motorcycle and couldn't move from the waist down... I'm sorry if I've sound presumptuous, but I had to meet you and this is going to sound even weirder, but help you in some way?"
"Doesn't Johnny need your help?" Jay says, not that he wasn't willing to except Diln's kind generosity.
Retracting his hands, in a praying position in his lap, it didn't even phase Diln, hands touching his cock, thinking about Johnny, "My brother passed away this spring. He was doing great, until he got a cold. Unfortunately his system could not fight it off." There was more, but he was more concerned about saying anything which might bring Jay down, "Which," he goes back to sliding his hand up and down Jay's forearm, "doesn't necessarily happen to someone else in this predicament."
Thor licked Jay's heel, like he understood, but Jay didn't feel it.
"I'm okay about it. There's stuff you don't know about Jare and me, like, if anything were to happen to me, he would get real depressed over it. I know, because if it happened the other way around..." Jay gets choked up, "I don't know what I'd do."
Diln knew, if his brother felt upset, lying down, moving to a more catatonic state, would bring relief, "Do you want to lie down?"
Jay smirks, "If you come with me?"
One little incident, on their travels from the main room to Jay's room, Diln accidentally runs over Thor's paw.
Jay was touched at how Thor became more important than himself, how everything stopped for Diln to run to the freezer and like he was treating a human, "Ice... It works every time!"
Reading into what Diln has said so far, "You took this much care with Johnny?"
He did, but Diln play lightly on it, "Almost as much as your dog!"
In a minute or two, they are ready to get rolling. Jay was totally struck, when Diln says, "Do you want to soak in the tub or something before going to bed?"
Then it hit him, most likely, if Johnny were in the same position as he, Diln would know it is not good to go to bed feeling grimy. Even at 10 past midnight, "If you don't mind?"
Going into a slight diatribe, Jay preys on Jared not coming back from tucking Joseph in, "Figures, with those two!"
It was really good having Diln there. For once, Jay did not have to worry about expertly being plucked out of his chair, the tub water too warm or cold, Diln making sure he did not succumb to the height of the water in the tub. Though, Jay threw in a suggestion, "You know, it would probably be easier for you to hold me up, if you slipped in the tub behind me, instead of your arm braced over the tub wall?"
"Are you sure?" Diln's face show question.
"That's what Jare does," Jay realizes he's let a secret loose from his tongue, which usually he used Jake to explain how he manages to stay upright in the tub.
"Jare, he's okay with it?" Diln hid his own secret!
Strangely, even though he's known Diln for only roughly an hour, it's like he's been around his whole life. Out on a limb, one in which, if Jared ever found out, he'd have a chain saw going, ready to chop the limb off, Jay says, "Uh yeah, because," Jay tried getting the words out of his throat, "me and Jare, we're not you're clear case of ordinary brothers?"
Ready to send relief Jay's way, Diln confesses, "I wonder if it's anything like the relationship Johnny and I had through our teenage years?"
"Well, it's too obvious you're gay. Was Johnny gay?"
With vision into what has been said, Diln says, "Probably no less than Jare?"
Even though he couldn't feel it, physically, Jay was feeling horny to know, "Who fucked who first?"
Diln didn't slip in the tub behind Jay. Instead, he slipped Jay out of the tub. Jay liked to sit on the toliet bowl seat while being dried off, instead of using the white bench Zack left behind. Jay had to laugh, one of Diln's little tricks, bracing him up with a hand to his chest, while stepping in the tub and one-handedly slapping water up against his bod.
It was cool, Jay thought, watching sweaty hair turn with the streams of water, which made him say, "I like hairy guys, you know?"
"Do you now?"
"Do you like smooth guys?"
Eating up Jay's words and looks, Diln says, "Sure do! Especially smooth guys with thick treasure trails and hairy pits!"
Knowing Diln described his bod to the T, Jay says, "I think I'm getting some late-bloomers around my nips!"
Playing Jay up, but perhaps causing some action for himself, Diln says, "Mm-m, love the taste of a hot pair of nips!"
The foreplay dies, Diln getting out the tub, careless he is sopping up the floor. One-handedly, he dries himself off and nonstop, hugs Jay around the middle. Skipping the chair, he says, "Johnny always complained about sitting in his chair after being wet. It was just as easy to carry him right to his bed."
Jay lightens up on the details, "Jare carries me on his back when I have to take a piss."
"Same here," Diln relates, "which sometimes it got kind of hot, because Johnny couldn't always hold it!"
"Oh my god! That's just like us!"
As Diln lays Jay in the bed, "Same and different. Maybe you both have a lot in common, being in `the chair', but," he drags a fingernail from Jay's midchest to his navel, preying on Jay's love for the woofy crowd, "Johnny was almost as hairy as me. Kind of ran in the family."
"Sounds cool," the only thing Jay could think of saying, "but I'm sorry that I feel really wiped out."
"No problem," Diln gets off the bed. "If you don't mind, I'd like to come back tomorrow and spend some time with you?"
Looking at the clock next to his bed, Jay says, "It `is' tomorrow and you're here. No sense in going home and coming right back?"
He didn't want to look like he was forcing himself on Jay, yet as soon as Joseph brought him through the doorway, or rather Diln bracing his new friend up on a shoulder, when he saw Jay, it struck him, the Hollywood face, a lookalike to a star he could not recall, but still, the flame was there. Then, getting to know Jay a little bit, well it all worked against him, about making a departure, but in a last ditch effort, "Is there another bedroom?"
Wanting, like it was a secret lust, Jay lies, "Nope, unless you want to crash with Jare and Joey?"
Speaking frank, Diln says, "I'd rather it be you?" He could of headed on out, but really wanted to take Jay up on his offer!
"Then get over here!"
"Yes, sir!" Diln salutes.
When they got situated, Jay popped a question about Johnny and Diln's intimate relationship. By the time it came to the brothers' first kiss, Jay was off snoring.
Diln made Jay's chest his pillow and like he had done with Johnny, sometimes at his brother's request, allowed a hand to go exploring!
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Copyright 2013 T. Chase McPhee
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