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FiRE iSLAND BiKiNiS ~ `TWiST oF FATe!' 02
WriTten by T. Chase McPhee
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Next morning, Jared was the only one up and about, before the others. His first chore, after unloading all of that liquid, consumed while first chatting with Tom Gerardi, was of his J&J Marine store managers, regarding business and a confession of sorts by Tom, why Clark Coolidge, Jared's Human Resources man, answered the phone at Tom's place!
He smiled, thinking on one of the reasons he had not placed the call, business in mind, but rather Tom's business, which made Jared smile, thinking, You little devil!' It made Jared think, who did who?' or was their relationship purely `versatile?' What the heck, it was giving his joystick a few thumps...
Right after his first sip of coffee, Jared hears a commotion coming from the backyard. Usually, his coffee was priority over most things in the morning, except for any of Jay's whims. This morning, he set his cup down on the counter and abandoned it, for what he looked out upon.
Exiting through the sliding door, a whirring sound from the pool-pyramid, drew his attention to the spot. Zeroing in on a figure, kneeling at the side of the pool, fatherly instincts kicked in, his `duty' to investigate!
"Hello?" he asked, standing a few feet from the bare back, said like, `Who the hell are you?'
"Oh-god-you-scared-me!" he turned, holding a palm to his hairy heart-center.
"Sorry. I saw you from the house and was wondering... you know?" Jared says.
Knowing who could clear this up, he asks, "Is Zack around?"
With a test kit in his left hand, the dude stopped for a moment in thought, looking Jared over.
It was like he felt the pool-tester's eyes walking all over him, from head down to the towel he had around his waist. Jared finally treads through the hot ice, "Zack doesn't own the place anymore. My brother does."
"Oh, that explains it," the dude gets up, wipes his right hand off. Addressing Jared, "I'm Rosario. Zack hired me to take care of the pool and any other odd jobs he needed around the house."
"Jared," Jared took his hand, saying, "and my brother's name is Jay."
At the moment, `Jay' was the least bit on Rosario's mind. On unequal terms, Jared with only a towel around his waist, Rosario in jeans and a muscle shirt, he tells Jared, "The pool is in great shape. All the chemical properties check out."
In Jared's mind, he knew Rosario was coming on to him. Big question in his mind was play along, or get along on out of there. "How's the water temperature?"
Taking Jared on a little tour, Rosario evened up the score, "The pyramid keeps the water temperature down. During the day, solar energy reheats it. On cloudy days, there is still some solar energy stirring. Right around this time though, one can experience the air temperature rising."
Jared had noticed, `his' air temps elevated, coupled with the visual, green-grey tank top sweaty around the pec area, showing each nip-spot right through the shirt.
"I hope you don't mind?" Rosario strips the tank!
"Mind? Why would I mind?" Jared stare at the muscled pecs, nips, once barely visible through the fabric, now partially obscured by thatches of black turf.
"Do you always walk around the house in only a towel?"
For Rosario's sassy attitude, Jared returns, "In the morning after I wake, between bed, coffee and a shower, but usually," he stops his casual stride, "I don't have a man scoping me out!"
"Uh, I have a problem with that?"
Jared's eyebrows dipped, "Huh? You do, do you?"
"You came upon me, remember and my back was towards you? If anything, it was you' who was scoping me' out?"
He had the story right, to the T, as Jared recalls, making excuse, "Oh. Right." Throwing off the guilt, "Have you had your morning cup of coffee?"
Still with a sassy streak, Rosario replies, "Lead the way!"
Even toying with each others' minds, Jared smirks and with full intuition, `I bet he's checking me out from the rear!'
Of course, "Nice pattern of that towel!"
They had only reached the corner of the pool, about where Jay's special chair sat, Jared making a quick decision, "By the way, how's the water temperature?"
"Perfect," Rosario replies.
He didn't get to see much, towel falling from Jared's hips as he dove in!
In the middle of the pool, Jared exclaims, "Oh my god, it's freezing!" he stood, each hand holding a bicep, like he was lost in a snowstorm.
Rosario jokes, "Water level must be low!"
Jared looks down, to where Rosario's eyes settled. Nothing was showing, but Jared knew he probably fully flashed everything, hoping out of the water. The devil in him, he was bound to find out, recreating his reaction, "Geesh, this is cold!"
Picking up Jared's towel, holding it by the ladder out of the pool, he says, "C'mon," he turns his head towards the west, "I won't look!"
The whole time Jared waded out of the pool, his eyes were set on Rosario's head. True to his words, which irked Jared, Rosario did not peek.
Feeling the towel wrestled out of his fingertips, Rosario says, "I kept my word, didn't I?"
A tight-lipped smile, Jared says, "You did, unfortunately!"
Into the house, Jared led Rosario, but jettisoned off to the right, telling him to help himself. From when Zack used to be his boss, he knew every room, especially the kitchen. Whereas Zack wasn't too good at much, except frying an egg, Rosario was just the opposite and often times, was a part time chef, cooking up breakfast, lunch or dinner. In between jobs, his personal key gained access to a good night's sleep.
The first to awake, Jay's nose was twitching, saying, "I think I smell bacon." Then his head backed up, pressed into the pillow, saying, "What the fuck?"
Whereas Diln had fallen asleep in Jay's right pit pocket, returning from taking a leak in the early hours of the morning, he became disoriented, cuddling up to Jay's leg!
"Hey, idiot!" Jay took hold of Diln's foot and wiggled it around.
"What? Oh, how did you get down there?" Diln replied.
"Me? I'm up. You're down, stoopid!"
The head and foot of the bed, a combination of wood and metal, provided key for the deception, Diln turning himself about. Crawling back up to Jay, he completely shoves aside the fault, "Is that bacon I smell?"
"Yeah and it's a whole lot better than your stinky feet!" Jay wrinkles up his nose.
He didn't say, didn't realize it until right this second, Jay not feeling his tongue lick the top of his foot, "Your's aren't so bad. Is that Jare cooking breakfast?"
"Probably Joey. Jare, we'd all have to be starving to eat his cooking!" Jay replies.
Before breakfast there were things needing attention.
For Jay, it was like old times, only Diln carrying him to the toliet, instead of Jared or Jake or Joseph.
Jay didn't feel it, but Diln did, slipping down the 24-year old's back, to where Jay's cock tip goosed his ass crack, "Ooh that felt damn good!"
"Shut up and get me on my throne before I heat it up with my piss!"
"Yes, sir!" Diln quickly made the transition, from piggyback, separating them both, dropping Jay's ass on the pot!
While Jay let loose, Diln shared, "You're lucky. Johnny couldn't even do that. He was on `the tube'!"
"Tube?" Jay thought a second, then, "Oh yeah, the tube. I guess I am lucky." Also lucky, Jay thought as he unloaded, was a man like Diln walking right into his life. In the back of his mind though was `for how long?' "Done!"
"Bath?"
"Nah. I'm too hungry."
Back in the bedroom, Diln realizes, "My clothes are out in the other room."
"That's okay. You can wear mine," Jay volunteers.
It was easier, Diln shopping through Jay's drawers for a tee shirt and short, because he would have been helping Jay find the same, "This okay?"
"Nah," Jay replies, especially on Diln's account, "the shirt covers too much skin!"
"Okay, that settles that," Diln dunks both shirts he's chosen back into the drawer, "we're going shirtless!"
Fine with Jay. It's why he had so many shirts in tip top shape, going shirtless most days.
"Hey, you're not Jare!" Jay says, pulling Diln's arm to the side to peek through.
Diln, who can be just as sassy as Rosario, quips, "But do we really care?"
Jay softly says in Diln's ear, "He's competition for ya, Diln!"
"Shut up!" Diln says, jokingly placing a foot on Jay's chair and giving it a tiny shove backwards!
Then, to cause a distraction, Jared shows up, a leash in one hand, "Who wants to volunteer to take the dog out?" he drops the leash in Jay's lap.
"Me? I cant' walk Thor!"
"I wouldn't mind taking him for a walk?" Diln offers, even though he really did mind leaving the hot, muscled cook alone!
"No, I'll do it," Jared and Diln get in a tug-o-war with the leash.
"Really, it's no imposition. We used to have a dog when we were kids," Diln still is in the habit of speaking in the plural.
"Okay, but you know you have to pick up his excrement?" Jared tells him.
"No problem. I had to pick up Scruffy's dog shit too."
"So much for being polite," Jared says.
Turning to Jay, Jared realizes he's been talking to himself, Jay having wheeled away on him, "Hmm," he pondered the situation, thinking about how Diln seemed to fit in so well, liked he lived here for ages, but also how accepting Jay has been being. It left room for doubt, wondering how long this boy-relationship was going to last. He gave it a week. At the most!
For the next 2 hours things ran along like the four had been on some kind of schedule.
It came to pass, not as Jay and Diln had thought, Jared not sleeping up a storm with Joseph, but rather on the phone with important people, in regards to Jay's new business.
"How long is Tom going to be sticking around?" Jay asks.
It could go both ways, Jay's inquiry, whether he was scared or over confident, Jared saying, "As long as you need him."
"Who is taking his place?" Jay knew the store couldn't run very well without its head managerial staff member.
Diln and Rosario kept their mouths shut, except for feeding themselves, as Jared replies, "I've offered it to JT, but for some strange reason, he says he's more of a follower, as opposed to a leader. In a twist of events, Pastor Mark, whom I happened to meet on the streets, recalls his sexton, on his application used to run a chain of stores, maybe you know of them, `In The Closet'?"
None of them signaled they did.
"Yeah, me neither," Jared replies, "but anyhow, apparently David saw the writing on the wall and bailed out before they went under."
Jay adamantly says, "I wouldn't want that on `my' resume!"
"Hear me out, though. Apparently David saw it coming, tried to bring sales up, but the private owner thought he himself knew better. Perhaps if they had listened to David, the men's clothing chain might still be around. Regardless, when they were doing well, David's store brought in the most bucks. That's got to say something for him."
Rosario boldly asks, "What are his stats like?"
He was looking for more than where he was born and what high school did he graduate from, which even in the short time Jared has known him, switched it off to, "He's a farm boy from the midwest, who worked hard to put himself through college. The success he's enjoyed is due to his hard work, which he claims set himself up in semi-retirement."
"How old is he?" Jay asks.
"45."
"That's young," Diln remarks.
Jared admits, "Exactly what I thought, but has the experience under his belt."
Rosario asks, "Anything else under there, which we should be aware of?"
Diln picks up on the attitude, "Man Rosario, you're way too horny for your own good!"
"I know," Rosario smiles, "Want to do something about it?" However, he forgot! Diln had Thor out on a walk!
Looking across the table, Jay, thinking it was meant for him, says, "No thanks. I'll pass."
Jared, dressed more civilly, in briefs and pants, says, "Maybe later," he excuses himself, "business before pleasure!"
"How about you?" Jay asks Rosario, meaning `business'.
"Last week I might have enjoyed saying that, but since I got laid off, my time is my own, except for taking care of Zack's pool... I mean yours!"
There was doubt in Jay's mind, the way Rosario ended his statement, eyes on his brother, "Ahem, like what do you think about that, Jare?"
Jared hadn't quite made it out of the boundaries of the kitchen. Blanking, he focuses on his brother, "About what?"
As he's saying it, Thor comes rushing in, pulling Diln.
The dog interrupts things, Jared saying, "Who took who out for a walk?"
Before he forgets or lets Jared out of the house, Jay says, "Maybe Rosario could stay with me, until you find someone else?"
Taking it personal, Diln says, "That's okay. I applied for a job at Korbeau's, but I don't have to take it."
Under the impression something was in it for him, Rosario says, "Um, I think Jay really had me in mind."
Really, between the two, Jay knew Diln and knew little about Rosario. He smiled, something funny to only himself, thinking of one big, big difference, Diln hairier, `Yum!'
Having his own opinion about the matter, having gotten some sketchy details out of Joseph last night, Jared asks, "Rosario, what do you know about polishing boats?"
Only thing bothering Rosario, was the likelihood of being caged up in a house all day, reason why, if Zack wasn't there to provide him a good time, he'd wander outside the confines of the beach house. Upon Jared mentioning something else, "Me? I've been around boats all my life!" He counted the little plastic tugboat he played with in the tub when he was 2 in his tally!
He really looked good without it, Jared hating to put a damper on the visual partaking of Rosario's bod, "Would you happen to have a shirt?"
Whipping it out of the back of his pants, Rosario unravels his tank, "Right here."
Seeing Diln taking care of Jay, Jared leads Rosario upstairs, questioning about some proper attire, button down shirt, khakis. However, Rosario was quick to sway him, "Polishing boats in a suit?"
"You got something there, but you should at least wear a tee shirt," Jared replies, opening his bedroom door.
"I think I've died and gone to heaven!" a voice rings out from the bed!
"Mm-mm," Rosario says, "mind if I jump in?"
He was joking. Jared was not, "Would be nice, but I like to keep a prompt schedule. What are you doing today, Joseph?"
Jared dare not face the bed, after seeing Joseph sit up in the bed, place his arms behind his head and flaunt his hairy pits, "I thought you were bringing me breakfast in bed... who's this?"
Rosario says, "Breakfast!"
"Bring it on, bring it on!" Joseph replies.
Jared throws a tee shirt over Rosario's head, blocking his view, "Here, see if this fits, Romeo!"
"Today," Joseph behaves like no interruption occurred, "I'm headed over to Michael's new spa to see if I want to take on the job as security manager."
"We heard Michael was opening his own place. Just what kind of business is he opening?" Jared asks.
Rosario had gone to the mens room to tidy up.
When he returns, Jared had to admit, "Fits you better than it fits me."
Joseph says, of the muscle fit, two pec spots peeking through the fabric, "Woof!"
"I'll woof ya!" Jared replies, pushing Rosario out the door. "And don't forget to make the bed!"
Lying there a minute, same position, Joseph tried remembering Jared being in bed with him, with little luck. No sweat though, since he had a new memory, Rosario.
Then, glancing at the alarm clock, "Oh shit!" he jumps out of bed. The sudden jump gave him a headache, which made him sit right back down. Then, he smelled a cafe aroma. "Thank you Jesus!"
Figuring the human traffic light, Joseph helped himself to a pair of Jared's boxer shorts, the coffee bean scent making him hustle, then tore out of the room and heavily dashed down the stairs, yelling, "I hope you got my favorite mug waiting for me, Jay!" he laughs!
"In your dreams, Joey!" he hears Jay's voice resound.
However, he wasn't expecting to lay eyes on the hot man he met at HOODWINK'd last night. Better yet, without a shirt? "Well, hello-o-o-oh!" Joseph waltzes right over to Diln, snatching him up in a bear hug!
Not the sort to get jealous, at least not with those he loved and adored, Jay laughs his ass off at Diln's reaction.
What could he do, his lithe bod clutched up in the arms of a big, handsome bear? He stood there, arms woven in between Joseph's manly bod, flailing his flippers at Jay, like, `What am I supposed to do?'
It didn't take long for the affection to wear off, Joseph's nose picking up the coffee scent, barking out, "Where's my favorite mug, Jay?" He opens a cabinet door. Slams it shut. Opens another. Slams it closed. Another and another...
"Joey, did you forget you're in a different house now?" Jay reminds him.
"Oh my god!" Joseph slaps the sides of his face with his hands, "My favorite mug got burned up!"
Jay just had to laugh. Even when Joseph didn't mean to be, he could be a real crock of laughter.
Trying to relieve the pressure, Jay says, "I put it on my shopping list for Christmas, Joey!"
He settled for the plain white cup, taking it off the saucer, "What's this?"
"That's a cup you're holding and," Diln spells it out for him, "a saucer to catch drips in case you're a slob!"
Just then, Thor, needing something `dire', bumps into Joseph's leg.
"Oh shit!" he says, grabbing a towel to wipe coffee off his bear-chest, which waterfalls down his thick stripe.
"Thor's hungry, Joey!" Jay tells him.
Eyeing up Diln, not necessarily for the hot cub's looks, but for the fact he was busy with bacon and eggs, Joey caves in, "Hey, you won't happen to know how to feed a dog, would you?"
Diln says, "Of course!" though he'd rather have Joseph feeding him!
"I've got it... I've got it," Joseph says, dragging a small bag out from under the kitchen sink.
"Very affectionate, isn't he?" Diln stirs up conversation.
"Thor or Joey?" Jay replies, snickering!
Diln just smiled back, saying, "I think when God made Joey, he broke the mold."
Joseph remains silent, taking the slurs, Jay remarking, "Yes, we have something to be very thankful for!"
"Right," even though, he had fantasized, about having 2' of Joseph last night at the bar, thoughts involving a three-way, a Joseph' in back of him and a `Joseph' coming at him from the rear!
"Are you religious?" Jay asks.
"Sure. I go to church on Christmas Eve and Easter. How about you?"
Giggling, Jay says, "Not really, but Pastor Mark is trying to get us to go."
"Oh right. Met him last night... or rather early this morning."
"Pastor Mark?" Jay choked on his coffee, "At HOODWINK'd?"
"He was okay with it. Why shouldn't we be?" Diln uses logic.
"Um, did he like... have his collar on?"
Smiling, Diln replies, "Let's just say, if you didn't know Pastor Mark was a preacher, you would never know he wasn't a regular guy, like us!"
A million things started to fill Jay's mind, one being, "Is he like, `hot?'" Of course, Jay, when he met Pastor Mark, he had his clothes on!
"No less hotter than some of the other hotties!" Diln says, waiting for Jay to pop another question.
Unfailing, Jay asks, "Was he shirtless? Is he hairy?"
"What's with this hair thing about you?" Diln had turned off the gas, sashayed over to where Jay sat, knelt down to be on his plane.
"Oh, don't get me wrong. I think smooth guys are hot too, but," Jay moves the back of his hand over Diln's left pec, "I don't know how to exactly explain it, but I like the feel of it."
"You and me both!" Diln quips, getting up. "We're on an agenda here, so we better get moving."
"Agenda?" Jay questions.
Briefly, Jared had talked to Diln and in doing so, had used his checkbook to weasel Diln out of his new day job at Korbeau's, in order to fill the blank position of someone to stay with Jay.
Snapping it up in an instant, Diln knew he would be giving up a lot, especially the superficial qualities of working at the new gay health spa/restaurant/lodgings and everything else Michael Korbeau could arrange. Honestly, he told Jared he would have to outweigh one offer against the other and get back to him.
Originally Michael's idea had been to open a restaurant of fine cuisine, but his ideas `grew'!
"Get moving? Us?" Jay questions, with about fifty million questions on his mind!
Placing both hands on the railing of Jay's chair, kneeling, like ready to give the 21-year old a blow job, Diln says, "Jared and I had a quick chat. He's hired me to look after you at least for today."
"Hired you?" Jay's heart sank, which corresponded with sharing his true feelings at the moment, "Oh, so you're being `paid' to be nice to me?"
Coy, Diln leaves it open, standing, raining down on Jay with an upbeat demeanor, "Yeah, sometimes it starts out that way, doesn't it?"
`Sneaky', Jay thought of it, but wasn't too bent out of shape, because originally he hoped a guy would just be about his own age. It would be cool if something were to go right in his life for a change, agreeing, "Yeah, I guess so," he was still a little questioning what was going on here.
"What do I do with this?" Joseph holds a piece of newspaper, something apparently wrapped up in it!
Outspoken, Jay says to Joseph, while petting Thor, "Oh, for future reference, if there's a future for you here, Diln, you're supposed to take a plastic bag with you!"
"Right. I knew that!" Diln agrees, giving Joseph a smile.
Mixed signals, Jay was thinking, Diln being paid to take care of him, he was a little disturbed by Diln and Joseph, standing there, eyes glued to each other, "Hey, why don't you two guys kiss? I wanna see if it'll give me a stir!" Jay laughs!
"Stir?" Diln replies.
"Sure," Joseph gets even, dropping the newspaper in Jay's lap, moving in on Diln.
"Ew-w-w-we, Joey!"
Even though Diln didn't mind the advancement, he did think, "Yeah, that's gross, Joey," he moves out of the frame of Joseph's onslaught and picks up the newspaper. "Where's the trash can?"
"Out front," Jay says, used to sending Jared out on assignment, without thinking about it.
While Diln got rid of the pooch poop, Jay spoke candidly, "Got the hots for Diln, do you?"
Rather than his own opinion, he threw it back into Jay's basketball court, "Wouldn't you?"
Not really giving a concrete answer, Jay says, "I wouldn't mind sharing, but it might make Jare jealous!"
Flitting that idea away, Joseph says, "You're brother and me, we don't have anything serious going on and you know it."
"Right," Jay says, watching Joseph go take a sampling of the eggs on the stove, "fuck-buddies who don't do any fucking!"
"I worry about your brother sometimes."
"Jare can take care of himself," Jay replies.
"Oh, don't we know that, but behind every good man, there's a good man and right now that man doesn't exist?"
Jay says, "Yeah, it's a shame about him and Stuart. I thought for sure something sure was happening with them."
"Not to mention you?" Joseph sips coffee, looking over the steam, at Jay.
"I don't feel hate for Jeremy. We were... still are, friends. There really was nothing more other than trying to help a guy out when down on his luck."
"And now he's headed to model superstardom!"
To dispel any rumors, Jay says, "I'm happy for Jeremy and you should be too, Joey!"
Discipline tactics on his mind, like times he's strung up a twink for target practice with a flogger, Joseph says, "The boy should undergo a flogging... That'll straighten him out!"
"Get over him Joey. I have!"
They both have a change of heart, Diln walking in, "Sorry for eavesdropping on your agenda. He didn't elaborate, but a soft touch of leather to his back would give him more than a stir!
"Is it raining out?" Joseph asks, brushing tiny water droplets from Diln's chest fur with a dish towel.
"Drizzling." About the towel-off, Diln says, "Keep it up and I might have to go outside again!"
It put a downer on Jay's day, "Great. Now I can't go to the store."
"Why can't you?" Diln asks, again resting his hands on the railing of Jay's chair, but not bending to blowjob stance.
"Water? Chair gets wet? Rust, dah?" Jay replies sarcastically.
"If you put your mind to it, all your problems will go away," Diln replies.
Jay and Joseph watch as Diln rifles through cabinets.
"What are you looking for?"
"Plastic bags," Diln says, "the big black kind?"
"Check the draws," Joseph replies.
Closing an overhead door, the first drawer Diln tries, comes up, "Voila!" he tosses the box of bags in the air, towards Joseph.
"What am I suppose to do with this?"
"Poke a hole in the top," and much like imitating Jay's sarcastic way, "pull it over Jay and the chair, dah!"
Doing as directed, Joseph says, "You young kids today think you have all the answers!"
It worked perfectly, draping down over Jay's whole bod and the chair. Jay, feeling sorry for Joseph being 10 years older than he and Diln, tells him, "You're a genius, Joey!"
"Really?" Joseph sports a bright smile, sucking in the boost to his ego!
Once finding out the plastic bag idea worked, Jay reminded them they had to eat, shower, dab the pits, brush teeth, etc. and the bag would not be good indoors.
Sitting down for breakfast, Jay was not at all taken aback by Diln and Joseph conversing about what happened last night at HOODWINK'd. Throughout, he was taking mental notes of Diln, how he reacted to something Joseph said. Sometimes he was boastful over some remark Joseph made or melancholy over Joseph having too much to drink, feeling compassionate enough not to have him go home by himself.
Jay pops the question to Diln, "Did you think when you got Joseph home, you were going to put him to bed?" meaning, jumping in, in between the sheets, with togetherness?
Something silent was communicated between Joseph and Diln, Diln saying, "I thought that might happen, but," he looks to Jay, "when we got here, my attention was drawn to someone else!"
"Some guys have all the luck," Joseph says, removing himself from the table, taking his dishes to the sink. "Well, are we going to get ourselves together and see if Diln's oversized condom works?"
Jay comes back with, "You want to find out how a condom works on Diln, Joey?!"
The two of them laugh at the backfire, though Joseph did sense a pulsing of his `lips', "I'm going to get ready. You better too. You don't want to get fired on your first day of work, for being tardy!"
Mumbling, Jay says to Diln, "Ask him if he'll show you how to get me ready!"
He knew it was a plot, playing dumb about Jay's needs, but more than his brain was telling him to go with it, "Oh Joey, I'm lost at what I'm supposed to do with Jay. I was wondering if you would have the time to show me?"
Perhaps, in his drunken stupor, Joseph had forgotten what their conversation entailed last night, the very reasons surrounding why Diln and he made a connection, over Jay's predicament and Diln's history with his paraplegic older brother, but regardless found the invitation `hot', "I suppose I can spare a few precious minutes."
The way it looked to Jay, he was the outsider, even though care was taken to get him out of his boxer briefs and into a warm bath.
He had to laugh when Joseph says, "That's not what Jared does!"
It was funny, because he and Diln had already rehashed the means and ways to keep him from sliding under the surface.
Funny, Diln saying, "Why don't you show me, Joey?!"
In meager amount of clothing, as the others, Joseph shed his briefs.
Jay, he's seen what Joseph looks like more than the hairs on his treasure trail, but of Diln, it was a sight to behold!
"You act like you've never seen a man's pendulum!" Joseph jokes with Diln.
"Question is," Jay toys with them both, "has he ever seen it swing!"
Diln could have said something, but why, when Joseph speaks up, "What, were you born yesterday? Every gay man has seen a cock up close, stoopid!" Forgetting the issue, Joseph, wading into the tub, a foot at a time informs, "This is how you keep my boy here, from slipping under the surf!"
However, what none of them expected, when Joseph goes to sit, Jay complaining, "Hey, watch it, Joey!"
He had bonked Jay on the top of the head with his mighty balls, Diln laughing, "Oh, that's gotta hurt!"
"Him or me?" Joseph asks.
"Maybe I should find out?" Diln sticks a hand in the tub, back of it sliding down Jay's back!
"Never you mind," Joseph catches Diln's wrists, like apprehending a thief in the night!
Jay loved the play, "Hey, what are you guys doing behind my back?" he tried glancing over his shoulder. In doing so, there was the side of Diln's face, which, without thinking about it, Jay gives him a little peck!
"Oh, are you guys going to get it on now?" Joseph laughs.
Jay comes up with a brilliant plan, "Hey, why don't you guys make out, so I can see if my dick is working yet?"
Joseph has some brilliance of his own, "Why not the three of us?"
Then Diln had to be the killjoy, "What time did Jared want you at the store?"
"You know," Joseph says in a friendly, blaming tone, "you really know how to wreck a tender moment, Diln?!"
Like father of the household, Diln rebukes, "I take it you're not always on time for your job?"
"I resent that!" Joseph says, instantly standing, his legs, which held Jay in place, inside the trough of leggings, freed up.
"Hey guys, remember... I'm here?" Jay says, warning he was ready to slip down the drain!
"I gotcha, J," Joseph says, Jay's head in a volley between his knees, legs supporting curved back.
Jay just smiled now, looking up, watching the two, frozen in place. He decided to let nature take its course.
Nothing happened. Of course, the magnetism between Joseph and Diln was there, but a few things kept them from drifting towards each other; tub wall, wet and dry, but most of all, each sensed it awkward doing anything with Jay there. Purpose of this whole gathering was to get him squeaky clean, into some clothes and out the door...
"Got towel?"
Diln went for Jay, keeping him from flatlining in the tub, Joseph stepping out and grabbing a towel.
Because he was on his knees, Diln hungered for what the towel was drying off.
Joseph, he really knew how to work a dude's imagination, softly ruffling each ballsac, holding his cock out straight, dabbing the towel at all sides of the elastic tube...
"Knock it off, Joey!"
Uh-oh, Jay was onto him, "Knock what off?" Joseph towels his waist.
On it, Diln says, "Trying to entice me, Joey?"
"Both of ya's are sex-crazy!" Joseph walks out of the room.
Jay says, "At least he's got something right!"
Then it switched to `bottom-talk', Diln admitting he'd love to have Joseph's balls swimming around in his mouth.
"Two at a time?" Jay questions. "I don't think so!"
"Would be a challenge!" Diln remarks.
"When?" Jay dares.
"Never, of course."
"Why not? It's not like you and me are anything, or... anything," Jay can't pinpoint the exact feeling, until, "except `business'."
Sitting on the toilet, with the seat down, elbows leaning on his thighs, Diln picks a fingernail with the opposite hand and with head hanging lowly, "I have a confession to make... well, not really a confesson, something which I guess," he looks to the ceiling, like he's asking God for support, "is more of a fixation, which might be psychological, or..."
"Wanna fuckin' get to it?"
Showing up in Nouguet briefs, a security uniform shirt over his shoulders, buttoning a cuff, Joseph says, "Um, usually when you take a shit, you lift the lid, Diln?"
"Wanna shut the fuck up, Joey? Diln's got something important to say!" Jay kicks ass.
"Oh. Okay," Joseph says, relaxed in the door frame, arms crossed under his pecs, casually saying, "Go ahead. Don't let me stop ya."
Diln looks up at Joseph, then to Jay.
Getting the message, Jay barks, "This is private Joey. In other words, get out!"
Rolling his eyes, Joseph leaves, voice trailing, "Well, I never..."
It lightened up the room, Jay saying, "Joey's such a prima donna!"
"Yeah," Diln agreed, but in his mind though much, much more about Joseph.
Seeing right through him, Jay tells him, "You like him, don't you?"
"He's gotta be at least 10 years older than me."
"So?" Jay refutes.
Not in the mood, wanting to address the issue on his mind, Diln shares a history of himself and his older brother, after the accident. In short, "I just thought I could do more for my brother, but then... he was gone."
Jay wanted to reach out and hug, but physically could not. Sitting on a white bench, propped against the wall, the only comfort he could offer were words, "You're not blaming yourself for him..." putting it milder than `dead in the ground', "passing away?"
"No." Then it comes out, "Our parents always had a hospice person around. She was kind of mean, to me, not my brother, but like, I always wanted to do stuff for him, but couldn't get close to him."
"Oh, I was under the impression there wasn't anyone else?"
"I wish," Diln replies. "No, I don't wish that, because professionals could take better care of them than me, but I'm glad I was there at least to see him."
Smiling, Jay says, "Or else you wouldn't know how to hold me in the tub and I'd be rappin` with Davy Jones!"
"The Monkees?"
"No, you idiot! Davy Jones who guards the locker of booty. You never heard of Davy Jones` locker?"
"Not really," Diln replies.
"Forget it then." Jay right away figured he would have to update to the Little Mermaid or...
A loud rap on the door, it's Joseph, "Okay, I hope you've talked yourselves out, because Jared's waiting for us at the store, he just called?"
Of course Joseph complained, his bright blue security uniform shirt getting wet, Diln saying, "At least, with navy pants, you can't tell!"
Though, Joseph really didn't mind too terribly, watching Diln get dressed!
"What were those briefs you have on, Joey?"
There was a story attached, one he never minded telling, having to work a security, moonlighting job, over at the Cayman Karlyle mansion.
Jay, who was all ready, lay comfy on the bed, feeling it wobble when Diln sat down to put his socks on.
"Where is this place?" Diln asks.
"Place?" Joseph jests. "The Karlyle mansion is like a fantasy land!"
Jay, who has heard Joseph's story more than once or twice, a couple of times when he had working hardware to get an erection, "Down 27, until you hit East Hampton, then make a right," he gives sketchy detail.
"Oooh, I could learn to like that!" Diln says, rubbing hands together.
Hearsay, what the heck, Jay says it anyway, "Joey knows Alex Nouguet personally. He could get you into the Karlyle compound in a snap!"
"Really?" Diln's sold on the idea.
Not crushing his ego too much, Joseph says, "I sorta know Alex."
"It's okay. My life is kind of simple anyway," Diln shares. "I probably wouldn't know what to do or how to act."
"What's the problem," Jay says, "you act like the rest of us gay animals!" he laughs.
After Jared's second call, they were on their way, according to Joseph, "Or else..."
When they got to Topher's, naturally it was closed, but someone to let them in, "Hi, I'm Karl Loft. Your brother's a little disturbed over your tardiness, just to warn you!"
Right after Diln wheels Jay in, the third member of the party extends a cordial hand, "I'm Joseph, a good friend of the family," he puts in a good word for himself!
Karl shakes Joseph hand, utters, "Woof!"
Oh really?' Joseph thinks, thinking he thought it was him first having thoughts about Karl, but apparently' he was scoped out long before he entered the foyer of the store!
"C'mon in and take a seat," Karl locks the door at the top and bottom.
Bottom lock, well Joseph sure to check out things, when Karl bent over!
Standing, turning around, Karl was startled, "They're anxious to get things started," he thought Joseph had already wandered in.
Together, they approach the sales floor, which resembled more a meeting room. All the clothes fixtures were pushed to the walls of the surf shop. An aisle down the middle, to the right employees of the new Topher's had gathered. On the left, a few fragments of the lineup for... as Jared had a surprise, he kept mum the name of the new facility, referring to it as, "The old Flake House, where the bulk of our surfboards will be featured, plus surf training," naming names and positions, "Jesse Spenser, head trainer..."
"Yay, Jesse!" Jay calls out.
If Jay was going to whistle and clap for every guy he knew, Jared and the rest would be there forever. Regardless, he let Jay be Jay and kept on, "Next on the agenda, our surf instructors and others, who will be at the surf fitness facility, whom come from different backgrounds, we welcome Adrian Clynes, Giannis Xan... Xanthopolis?" Jared guessed.
"Xanthopoulos. Just call me Giannis," Giannis says.
"Thanks for the tip!" Jared replies, which sent a chuckle throughout the room. Keeping on, "Dack Harmon, Mathieu Dufour, Rodger Ian Perry, Daniel Seven, Kenji Kalikani..."
"Sound Hawaiian," Jay interrupts.
Joseph was all for it, counting to himself, `I'll take that one and that one and that one...'
Kenji says, which proves he's a nice guy, "That I am. I'll be glad to answer any question you have about Hawaii, later?"
"Cool!"
Then Jared was back at it, "Philip Gaston, Ty MacKenzie and..." and then there were none!
"Looks good," Jay remarks.
Under his breath, Joseph was telling himself, Sure do!' his cock was aching for something!'
After the introductions, came Jared's big secret, "Instead of calling it a surf shop, because we already have one surf shop, I was wondering about how everyone thought about calling it Jay's Surf Fitness?" Jared stare right at Jay.
"Me?" Jay talks like a little tyke, "You're going to call it `me'?"
Being sarcastic, Jared says, unless you want to call it Thor's!" he laughs.
"Thor sounds cool," Jay replies. "Kind of makes it sound mighty and strong."
Kenji, who already has scored some points with Jay, not out of trying to get on his good side, but a genuine friendliness, "I think Thor sounds cool," he nudges Dack Harmon.
"Uh... yeah. I think it's cool, too!" Dack speaks up after getting an elbow to the rib!
Then everyone thought is was cool!
Before calling everyone back to order, Jared scratched out some words he had on his sketchpad.
A few others, manager of the store, Francois Stuckert was tired of the night club business and saw more of a future in retailing, getting out of his contract at HOODWINK'd, unwritten, more in the cloud, to take up the position.
Lastly, Jared recognizes two gentlemen who have played an integral part in designing J&J Marine flagship and satellite stores, Johnston Mc Seain and, "Patrick McElroy, who will be giving us a rundown of the floor plan. Elroy?"
Everyone called Patrick Elroy', given to him by one of the cool' employees at the flagship store, which caught on like wildfire. From then on, whenever a dude at a club or other place tried picking him up, he referred to himself as `Elroy'. 31-years old, 5'10, medium brown hair, Elroy was almost never without shades on the bridge of his nose. Many a time he was mistaken for a cop, out of uniform, the buzzcut hair and tough facade. Elroy could be a real pussycat if he wanted to, but it had befallen him, incredibly good looks and a hot bod, so he had to do something to fend off guys!
Standing in front of everyone, Elroy had a piece of paper which looked like he had jotted down notes on toliet paper, "First off, after the store is gutted and new walls are installed, the floor will be much like that of `Thor'..." he looks to Jared.
Jared rolls his eyes.
Jay laughs.
"Like you would find in a gym. Walls will be surf design and laying around will be a few boards. As Jared has said, board sales will be down the road..."
"How come?" Jay differs in opinion. "We're a surf shop and we're not selling surfboards?"
Trying as best he could, Jared explains the function of one store, clothing and accessories, versus the other, selling surfboards, lessons and general fitness.
"Oh," is all Jay says.
Jared knew why Jay was glum, saying, "But there's no reason why you can't use your surfing expertise to sell a board and send them down the road?"
Bringing up a crucial point, Jay says, "Yeah and they might wander into Kermit's Nook, have lunch and forget about buying the board!"
It made Elroy lower the shades for a moment, whispering to Johnston McSeain, "Damn Johnsi, Jared's brother is not only a studfox, but he's got a brain!"
Johnsi returns, "My blow job wasn't good enough for you, you want him now?"
Receiving a hard knocking of knees, Elroy says, "Shut the fuck up!"
When the architect and floor designer got together last night to go over the final details, there was more action than words. Two beers each was enough to loosen their ties. After kissing, sucking and feeling each other up, Elroy had Johnsi's legs up on his shoulders, rockin' the boat...
"Any questions?"
With none, they were free to mingle. Earlier, Jared had delivered from Kermit's a full spread of luncheon fare, coffee, tea and beer.
Looking up, Jared sees someone familiar at the door, calling out loud, "Gail!" he throw his hands up in the air.
Tom Berardi, manager... former manager of the flagship store and Mark Coolidge, human resources, were with her.
Kerry Gorman, one of the sales managers at the flagship, remarks, "Oh no, here comes Beyonce!"
Those who were not formerly of J&J's, look towards Karl letting them in, some swearing she was the spitting image of the songstress!
Gail Grant could sing pretty good too, in addition to assistant store manager, under Tom. Though, in voice, she was no Beyonce. More like Sade!
Other than a quick intro, Jared figured mingling was much better than calling everyone back to their chairs.
"Hey, how's it going?" Elroy bends towards Jay, sticking his hand out.
"Oh, hi. I'm Jay."
"Is it now?" Elroy played along.
Jay smirks, saying, "But you knew that, didn't you?"
"Y'know," Elroy makes up, "sitting way over there on the other side of the room, I couldn't quite make out what your brother was saying?"
It made Jay laugh. First time he fucked his brother, Jared sure was `loud!', "Maybe he should have had a mic."
"Next time. Are you getting enough to eat?"
"I'm on the green stuff. Gotta watch my weight."
All afternoon Jay was Mr. Popularity, stalked by Elroy, who came and went, Kenji, who explained just about the whole history of the Hawaiian Islands, in spurts and a few from the high school-college crowd, of course his friend, Winson Khatri, but others he hadn't met before, Chip Harmon, Johnny Lis and David Frish. He found out Johnny and David were boyfriends and Chip was Dack Harmon's little' brother. He had hoped Giannis would come over and linger, but Tom Gerardi had engaged him in conversation, which looked like Tom was making some headway'. But Tom is with Clark,' Jay thought, making his head switch the other way, Clark, in conversation with David Frish. Clark's hand on David's shoulder, Jay immediately thought of something sexual. Damn it!' he rolled his head around in full circle, admitting he had all these sexual thoughts, which frustrated the hell out of Jay, because his pump wasn't operable!
"I just wanted to stop by and say `hi', so you didn't think I was ignoring you!"
At first, Adrian Clynes stood, but sweeping by the side of Jay's wheelchair, he squatted.
It took a moment for Jay's eyes to adjust to the incredibly drop-dead gorgeous surfer. As with the others, he dropped the obvious line, "Oh hi, I'm Jay."
"Nice to meet you," the 28-year old greets him back, like he had never heard the name before!
Main gist of Adrian's conversation was telling Jay not to worry about lost board sales and he was sure his talents would not go wasted. "Oh, by the way, did Jared mention to you my father owns a surfboard manufacturing company?"
Jay tried to reposition himself, pressing his arms down on the chair, "I was wondering if `Clynes' was the same Clynes as Clynes surfboards?"
"Yep. That's me!"
"Wow!" Jay is blown away, "You and me, we could sell like a million of them, I bet!"
"Except I'm into showing people how to use them, not sell them," Adrian replies.
"Oh," it didn't sound right to Jay, "how come?"
"I'm not out to make fun of you or put you down, but if you weren't in that chair right now, would you rather be out on a wave or indoors trying to get dudes to buy the boards?"
"Oh, you know the answer to that!" Jay's attitude looked up.
Suddenly there was a tap at the door. Karl walks towards it, flailing his hands, saying, "Closed!"
Catching Jay's attention, he exclaims, "Oh my god!"
He was good at turning the wheels himself, but not breaking too well. Never mind that, Adrian was quick to react, grabbing the chair and pushing Jay to the door.
"It's okay Karl. Let him in!"
It was Jake and `half' of a surfboard!
"What the hell happened to you?"
Not only was the board broke in two, or three, but Jake had a nasty scrape on his leg.
"Some fuckin' dude cut me off," Jake says, wincing.
"Looks nasty," Adrian says. Then, a close look, "Very nasty."
It was bleeding, which made Jay hysterical, picking on the only person close enough, "Do something!"
Even Jake was in more control, but he understood his friend, how something even this small could be so big in Jay's eyes, enough to make him cry.
Right next to him, Adrian, who has seen his fair share of surfing accidents, whipped out his phone.
"I got it," Karl already had his out and dialing 911.
"We've got to stop the bleeding," Adrian opens his belt buckle and whips it out from his pants loops.
He worked fast, pulling it around Jake's legs.
"Akkkkkkk, oh fuck does that hurt!" Jake complains.
Seeing Jay a miserable mess, Adrian says, "Karl, you better run and fetch Jared?"
The rest of the crowd could have easily missed the three, Jake leaning up against an old display case.
Perspiring, Adrian took his jacket off and loosened his tie. Then he says, "Maybe the tie would be better."
It was, softer to the skin, yet better as a tourniquet.
"Is he going to be okay?" Jay asks.
Jake responds, "I'm not going to die, okay?"
It was the wrong choice of words. Jay could have died and didn't, but if he ever lost his good buddy, "Don't say that!"
"Hey, what's up with you?" Jared kneels down, taking the hanky Adrian had pulled out of his pocket and tried drying Jay's eyes.
"That's what's the matter," he nods at Jake.
"Shark?" Jared asks.
"Yeah," Jake calls his bluff, "two of `em, but I outran them!"
Later on they would find out Jake sideswiped the pier, but it wasn't due to getting channeled from his path, but because he was checking out some dude on land and lost track of where he was going. When they got home later, to Jay's home, Jake confesses, "I was too embarrassed to tell the truth."
Jay, looking at Jake, in briefs on his bed, says, "I don't blame you, I guess."
Upon leaving the hospital, Jared thought the least he could do, for Adrian helping out both Jake and Jay, was to take him out for a bite to eat. His invitation to return to the house was turned down.
"Hey, what's up guys!" Jared comes in, freshly showered, loosely covered in a robe, flopping down on the bed, right behind Jake! "How's the mauled leg?"
He had already lied about his accident. He wasn't about to add a fib, but... "Shark did a good job chomping down his lunch!"
"I thought some guy cut you off?"
"Right," Jake says, staring Jay in the eyes.
Wise to them, Jared says, "But I'm sure there's more to that story, than you told the cops?!" his arm falls down over Jake's abs.
"It's strange."
"What's strange?" Jared asks his brother.
"How I can feel horny, but don't react?"
What would not make a guy feel horny, looking upon his best friend, half-naked on the bed, brother, with an arm over his friend's bod, rubbing up the...
"Oh my god, Jake?!"
"What?" he glances to where Jay is looking, mid section, then back to him.
Bending forward to get a closer look, as to whether Jake's hair was growing in around his bellyhole, he collapses, "Oh-h-h sh-hit!"
A face plant, right in Jake's crotch, Jay mutters, "Wanna get me out of this?"
"Why?" Jake jokes, "I don't mind!"
Normally, a situation befallen Jay, Jared would be on it to rectify it. A guy's face in another guy's crotch, he reports, "I think it's turning him on!"
Doing a pushup, sooner than later Jay would cave back in again, telling them, "Maybe Jake is getting something out of it, but I'm definitely not!"
He didn't think, even though of it as joking, Jake saying, "Well, you know that's what you're going to have to do to get a man to like you!"
Suddenly, things weren't funny any more, the gay humor dying, Jay saying, reacting, "Fuck you, Jake!"
"Ak-k-k-k-oh-ow-w-w-w, Jay!" Jake screams, after the knuckle slap to his balls!
"There's no call for that, Jay!" Jared is on his brother.
They say things don't go wrong without a reason, which occurs right now, Jay all wound up, gives himself a mighty bounce and lands back in his chair. Though, caught up in his anger over his best friend's remark, "Have your fun without me!"
It's his bed, his bedroom, but right now, wheeling out of it, Jay didn't want to have anything to do with its human contents!
"First time I've ever seen Jay mad at you," Jared says.
"It's not that it hasn't happened before," Jake replies.
"Oh?" Jared gets more comfy falling over on his back. At least he tried to, his back slamming against the wall.
Taking the hint very calmly, Jake moves towards the edge of the full sized bed.
Jared then scoots closer to Jake.
Like Jake and Jay have had their differences, it's not the first time Jared and Jake have been in the sack together, Jake turning on a side, facing Jared, "Yeah, well, the last time Jay got mad at me is when we found out we were going to be chained to the dungeon wall, with no way out. Though, I kind of vindicated myself, when Master Bartosz decided to use his toys on me first!"
"Y'know," Jared moves his hand to Jake's balls, "you never did tell me how you felt having these chained and yanked towards the floor?"
Though, instead of doing what Master Bartosz did, put some little weights on the ball harness, `Master Jared' gently tumbles Jakes balls around.
"Sure didn't feel like you're making them feel!"
"Well," Jared sits up, turns around so he's facing Jake, "I suppose since Jay is my responsibility, I should make it up to you, what he did?"
In Jake's mind, Jared wasn't making any sense, "Are you joking? Jay could do anything to me and I wouldn't get mad. I'm sure it's the same for him, like, we're like best, best friends forever!"
"Still, I feel responsible," Jared claimed as he corralled Jake's knees in between his, then placed hands next to each pec.
"What's gotten into you, Jare?" Jake asks, pressing his elbows into the bed, like doing a half-crunch.
"You!" Jared replies, pushing Jake back down with a kiss!
He didn't get it, but Jake went with it. How could he not, with Jared dropping his shoulders down and licking the small mat of hair between his nips, working it down the stripe...
"This is weird," Jake thinks, about Jared bottoming him, "but I can't say I don't like it!"
Next, Jared sinks his tongue into Jake's bellyhole, long enough to get a sigh of pleasure out of the 21-year old, then onward, to work over his lower anatomy...
"What about Jay?" Jake crunches up.
Jared lends excuse, "He needs time to think."
Right now, Jake wasn't thinking, just going with the flow!
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Copyright 2013 T. Chase McPhee
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