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FiRE iSLAND BiKiNiS ~ `MAkiNG WaRRioRs' 01
WriTten by T. Chase McPhee
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The rest of the day was spent out by the pool, watching the pool turn from mucky, to murky, to cloudy sky blue.
Sean had his doubts, Aris working out as a manager of so many sun-sizzled pool cleaners. However, he proved his worth when one of the workers, deciding on eating pizza and finishing up his quadrant of the pool, had to be rescued when the pizza went down the wrong drain pipe.
It was a scene to behold by all, Aris turning Sam over, then faced up, Aris' mouth over Sam's, then back over on his side to expel the pizza and glup of water Sam accidentally swallowed. Of course, Sean noticed, even in the face of danger, Aris rubbing Sam from behind.
The 911 crew took him away, even though Sam seemed in good shape.
Of course, Aris got pats on the back and for the ones who had already developed a fond relationship, a tap on the stomach for, `good going', even a peck on the cheek, from those brown-nosers who were under the impression Aris would be their next boss!
They all laughed, knowing Aris already had the hots for their current manager, saying, "I'll expect more than that later!"
So, Aris had found his into their hearts... and later maybe farther on down the treasure line.
Patric was on his way, with the skills he already possessed and as Jared was slowly finding out, carried on great conversation with Jay, Tim and Evan, especially for the two handicapped fellows, lending words of encouragement on how they could improve upon themselves. The more Jared studied Patric, the more he looked into it as, `what's in it for me' attitude.
As for Sean, he came and went, dividing time with the cleaning crew.
Seeing how Sean play with the guys, Evan wasn't sure if what he and Sean had started up, was going to last beyond a friendship. Friends would be okay though. Not which he blamed Sean. He was chained to his chair. Sean was a free spirit and thought, if he was in Sean's shoes, he would not have chosen to be bogged down. Thinking it, it criminalized his mind, made him think of himself as a terrible person. However, as his father had said, after his football mishap, gave him 2 pointers; life is not fair' and you have to make life the best you can'. Right now, he smiled thinking about what his dad said.
"What's so funny, pretty boy?" Jay asks him.
"Oh, nothing," Evan reaches his arms up, parks them behind his head, relaxes.
"By the way, did I ever mention I like guys with hairy bods?"
After a while Tim began getting over his shyness. The other two had joked, sometimes using profanity and laughed about it. So, he didn't feel strange being assertive, "I've got some, you know, Jay?"
Already, Sean a short-road memory, Evan quips, "I can share," then thinking of what Jay has going with Tim, "if it's okay with you guys?"
Shrugging his shoulders, Tim, with his boyish attitude, backs down on the assertiveness, "Sure."
Before, Roy went inside and came back out and sawed the right arm off one of the wooden chairs. Left side of Tim's chair, right arm from Jay's it achieved the purpose so the pair didn't need to feel `butt-crunched' from fitting two bods in one.
"I'm okay with you touching it?" Tim says.
"Mm-mm," Jay plays up to the comment, "I've got pretty boy on one side and sexy boy on the other!"
Suddenly they hear a knock on the back gate.
With the sound of "Jared, let me in..." a delayed, "please?"
Jay turns to his brother, them both saying, "Joey/Joseph!"
One of the pool cleaners, Conner O'Bryne, 100% preppy, in his `Harvard University' tank top, yells over, "Okay to let him in?"
Jared okay'd it. He was happy Conner worked for the pool service and not one of his stores, the net slipping out of his hand and then tripping over it. Running over, he asked, "Are you okay?"
"Yup!" Conner jumps up.
When he did, blood was running down his shin, from a knee wound.
"Oh my god, I'm bleeding!"
Roy ran for first aid.
Joseph pounded on the door, yelling, "Well, are you going to let me in today?"
Jared, attending to Conner, feeling sorry he thought ill will against him, yells back, "Shut the fuck up, Joseph. I'm coming," trailing off his words, "We've got a situation here." Right off, he tells, "Good news, Conner, I think you're going to live."
In the mean time, with nothing in sight to mop up the blood, Jared says, "Give me your tank."
"You mean my shirt?"
"Uh, yeah. Roy ran in the house, but I guess he's delayed. I think a tourniquet would be good," Jared says, squatting down, as Conner sits on the pool apron.
"I... I... I can't do that," Conner bit his lip, waiting.
Finally, one of the other cleaning dudes comes over, 19-year old Parker, already shirtless, offers his, saying, "I think a tourniquet would be a cool idea?"
Looking up, Jared takes it from him, "Thanks, doctor!"
It looked like more than it was, though Conner did walk with a little limp. When he tripped and fell, the rivet holding the net to the handle hit him about 2 inches down from the knee, giving him a nasty gash.
Patric volunteers, "I've had a little medical," takes a look at Conner's wound.
Jared asks, "Do you think we need the paramedics called back?"
"No," Patric replies, "it's clotting. Would help to have more ice?"
"There's my calling card," Roy says, dropping the gauze and going back inside.
Helping Conner walk over to where Jay sits, Jared leaves the group.
"How come you didn't become a doctor?" Jay asks Patric.
"I thought about it," he dabs Conner's leg, "but it wasn't for me. If I ever get my physical therapy degree, I'm going to do something with that."
"You already are," Evan says, "with us, right?"
"I suppose I can do something," he smiles.
Tim, who thinks Patric is so dreamy, flirts, "You have a nice smile."
"Thanks," Patric replies, "I'll remember that if I ever have to cut you some slack."
"Sure," Jay remarks, "and he'll make Evan and me do double time to make up for you!"
Conner, taking it all in, says, "I used to take care of my grandfather. Do you think I can get a job there, too?"
"You have a job cleaning pools," Jay says.
"I know. But I'm not crazy about that job," Conner says.
Then, Joseph, who has walked around to the front of the house, was finally let in, comes walking out the back, saying, "Why aren't you in your chair, to come let me in, Jay?"
"Yeah, right. Come suck my cock, Joey!"
"I'll fuck that tight little ass of yours!"
Instead, Joseph comes over, kisses Jay on the lips and drops a bag in his lap.
"What's this?" Jay picks it up, looks inside.
"I stole some goodies from Michael's place. Don't tell him, if you see him."
Taking a cookie, Evan steals the bag out of his hand, "Gimme some!"
After Evan takes out something white, square, with a nut on top, Jay steals the bag back and sets it on Tim's tummy, "Here, Evan gets no more because he didn't ask!"
Evan quibbles, "Hey, there's enough for ten in that bag!"
Tim says, "I think you should forgive him."
"Yeah, okay," he tosses the bag back into Evan's crotch, "here you go, moron!"
Evan holds the bag out, "Want some Conner?"
"No thanks," though appreciated Evan's offer, returning a smile!
"Okay, sorry I kicked your ass out," Jared says, coming out of the house, "what's up?"
Then, as Roy ices Conner's leg, Joseph starts to say, "I brought Jay and the boys a bunch of very delicious treats from Michael's new place. Good, aren't they Jay?"
"That's nice," Jared gets the impression Joseph is getting ready to fuck him over, "why don't you just get down on your hands and knees and lick my ass?"
Looking around, even though he knew Jared means it as a figure of speech, "Not today, but what I wanted to say is, being that Jay and Evan are going to be working out at Warrior One this summer and..."
"And, you want to get to the point Joseph, instead of bullshitting around?" Jared stands there, the alpha figure, arms folded over his chest.
"Well, you see, there's this detective on the force, Travis Bergher and his kid brother, John is coming to visit him for the summer, possibly staying after that and, well last year of high school his brother was the passenger in a car which got hit by someone who was texting. To make a long story short..."
"It's already too long, Joseph!" Jared tells him.
"Wanna shut up and listen?" Joseph speeds on, "John lost use of his legs. Travis had hoped he could bring him over to Jesse's place and try it out?"
"Wow," Jay says, "just like me... like us," he refers to Evan.
"Yeah, as Travis says, his brother was an athlete..."
Evan cuts in, "He play football?"
"Track, I think," Joseph replies.
Jay says, "Oh, that must've been really terribly for him. I feel so bad." Then, whether Jared made up his mind, thought about it, whatever, Jay puts it to him, "Jare, you gotta let John go to the gym!"
"That was four years ago," Joseph continues. "In high school he worked out, was athletic and now he's kind of overweight. At their father's house he didn't know what to do with himself. I think Travis is counting on this."
Really, he had to run it by Jesse, but turns it over to, "How would you feel about one more, Patric?"
Patric could be a straightforward guy, "If I were to say it's okay and I can handle it, I'd be bullshitting you. Ideally, each handicapped person should have their own PT, one on one. Two on one, is barely making it, because they have to share."
Right now, he was with Roy, but wouldn't mind sharing Patric. Dark brown hair, red tint to it, beautifully cropped beard, stach, brows, nice lips to be drawn to, furry chest, dark, perfectly set nips piercing the shirt, then the fuzz down below. He was a handsome specimen of a man. However, it wasn't the time to think about picking him, rather answer the question, this time putting it back on the director, "I'll have to run that by Jesse, I guess."
Just as he said it, another knock came at the door.
Jared says, heading over there, "Speak of the devil!"
Not alone, he had with him two men, who right now commanded everyone's attention, walking in.
Since they stopped midway to where the boys sat, Jay says, "Joey, go over there and be nosy."
As Jay commanded, Joseph leaves them, Tim saying, "I like Joey. He's so cute."
"I have to agree," Evan says.
"Joey's a good friend of ours. He would do anything for us and we would do the same for him. He was an undercover cop, but now he works security at my friend's place, Korbeau's."
"Friend?" Evan asks, "Like how friendly were you?"
"If you're trying find out if we slept together, moron, forget it!" Jay says.
One of the dudes with Jesse, outspoken, with an Aussie accent, walks right on over to Jay and knowing he was not' the person to address, already prompted by Jesse before they got there, says, "Hey mate, the name's Thomas Tucker, but my best mates call me Tom'," he shakes Jay's hand.
Mellowed out, Jay shakes his hand, "Nice to meet you Tom, but it's not me you should be talking to."
"Oh, sorry mate. I thought you were the big boss!" Tom tells him.
Jared exchanges glances with Jesse, knowing this was a put on, but thought it a nice gesture on Jay's behalf. Breaking silence, Jared says, "If Jesse thinks you are good for the job, it's good enough for me."
"Does that go for me too?" the silent guy next to Jesse asks. Leaning over in front of him, he shakes Jared's hand, "Randy Phillips."
Having known Jesse had placed an ad in a gay listing, either one of the men introduced could be... "Nice to meet you."
Nothing was said, but each knew where the other stood!
Meanwhile, Jesse had taken to paying attention to Tom, checking Jay and Evan out, very much how a doctor would, examine a patient.
Side by side, it was a cinch for Tom to squat between lounge chairs and with rubbing right and left hands up and down Jay and Evan's legs, "Feel anything here?"
"No," Jay boldly says, not feeling, but seeing Tom's hand fall to the inner side of his thigh, "and if you get too close to `you know where', it doesn't matter, because I'm not going get any jollies!"
Standing, Tom abruptly calls off his examination, "If that means you're thinking something, well we're not in the same league, mate!"
"Oh, you're not?" Jay says it like a major let down, especially after viewing the brown facial scruff and hairy v-neck.
Not that he didn't have gay friends, Tom turns to Jesse, "Was that to be one of my qualifications, mate?"
Everyone was `mate' to Tom, who hasn't set foot on his homeland turf in at least 2 decades of his 28-year old life, Jesse replying, "Of course not!"
Not totally torn apart over it, Jay says, "I'm sorry I thought you were gay."
Tim, who has kept quiet, opens up, "You still have me, Jay?"
Though, Tom, who has always put work before play, even long term relationships, thought to himself, if he ever did decide to `come out', he hoped Jay would not be taken aback if he went after his brother, instead!
Through squinty eyes, Roy had his assumptions and opinions, but kept quiet for the moment.
"Well, Jesse, have you offered these new recruits contracts yet?"
"No," Jesse addresses Jared, "I was waiting on your go ahead."
Drawing off what Patric has said, Jared tells him, "Add Patric to your list," which prompts Patric and Jesse to shake hands, which does not immediately disconnect, "and," staring at his brother, because Jared knew this would please Jay, "add to your list of `warriors-in-the-making', John Burger."
It did please Jay, but like usual, he had to get his digs in, "`Bergher', you moron!" he leans on the last syllable, as Joseph had.
"Oh! Is it?" Jared replies.
Tom was happy the conversation had waned from drawing attention to himself, giving him time to check out Jared. It gave him a feeling akin to lust, wanting to come out, but again, as he reasoned with himself, it would mean being ostracized, resulting in ruining a career he was just getting started on!
Every once in a blue moon, Jay, Jared and others who knew Joseph well enough, would see a side of him rarely exploited, as right now, the big leather bear, without the vest, hurrying at a runner's pace over to them, arms in the air, limp wrists flying about and in a high pitch, "Guess what? Guess what? Guess what?"
Not the first time he's said it to Joseph, "What's up princess?" Jared inquires.
And as it's happened before, suddenly all that hype quits, erasing the high pitch, Joseph returning to his deep, dark, dungeony voice, clears his throat, "Some of the lifeguards are interested in joining my embroidery club at church!"
Embarrassed for Joseph, Jared feels flush in front of Patric, Tom and Randy.
Regardless, with thoughts of their own, Tom says, "Really mate? I've got hoops already started!"
Perhaps he was fooling some of them, but Joseph saw right through Tom, saying, "Then you should come out to the club!"
Knowing Joseph meant it in a different context, Tom claims, "Oh, I'm not gay!"
Joseph turns his head to his left, asks Jared, "Did I say it was a gay club?"
"Nope, you didn't," Jared replies.
Nervously, Tom rubs his hands together, saying, "Yes, well, just so," he fortifies, "there's no misunderstanding..."
Nevertheless, Randy speaks up, "I wouldn't have any problem with it being gay!"
The boys, taking in the drama, Evan comes out with, "Oh goody... you can be my trainer then, Randy!"
Jesse pipes up, "You don't get to choose. You get whomever I choose!"
Evan sticks his tongue out at Jesse, saying, "You're such a snot!"
Roy was ready to bash his son for being so rude, but Jesse shows he can joke around, "Maybe I'll train you myself," he sticks his tongue out, right back at Evan!
Now there was nothing for Roy to say, turning his head and winding up staring at Patric, which after their escapade at Montero's, it made him smile.
Things at a standstill, Jared, who had stuck a hand in his back pocket for no reason, finds the business card, "Oh, here Joseph. I meant to give this to you."
Taking a glance at the card, Joseph hands it back, "Thanks, but I got it already," he winks.
Why was Jared not surprised, knowing, if Joseph smelled a candidate for his other hobby, `dungeon play', he would sniff out and communicate an interest, "Oh, so you know about Aris?"
Clutching his crotch, Joseph sends a universal message, regardless of the circumstance, "Oh ye-eah, already got some fun lined up!"
Randy, wishful thinking, says, "Nothing like a little fun to keep a person going!"
Now, instead of an assuming attitude, Evan says, "I'm sorry for what I said to you, Jesse. Can Randy be my trainer?"
Refusing to make any promises, Jesse says, "Maybe."
Jumping on the wagon, Jay exclaims, "Ooh! Can I have Patric?"
"I just hired them. Give me a chance, guys?"
"Okay," Jay says, "but make us a priority," he rubs in Jesse's promptness in getting them at all!
Instead of Jay, Jesse turns to his brother, "Jared, would you get him under control?"
"Hey, I can't say anything when you don't have your priorities straight, Jesse," Jared tells the truth, smiling.
"Burned twice," Joseph says. "If you need help with repenting Jesse, I can help with that!"
"Forget it Joseph. I'm not playing the willing victim for your little torture toys," Jesse responds.
It hit a nerve with someone, Randy asking, "Like, what do you have, Joseph?" Then he froze, realizing he should have communicated this in private!
Already infecting Joseph, he smiles, says, "Friday and Saturday nights at HOODWINK'd, 10pm to 2am. See you there," he licks his lips, again groping himself for effect!
Changing his mind, or maybe as an act of repealing his interest, Randy says, "Thanks, but I think I'll pass."
Evan, not sure how this would go with his dad, says, "Why not? I'll go with you. It'll be our first date!"
Looking mid-20's, Roy wasn't sure about Evan involving himself with an older guy, let alone the interest', "You are not' setting a foot in that place, especially on Friday and Saturday nights, young man!"
"Why not?" Evan confronts his dad, like a teenager, "I'm 20-years old and," looks down upon himself, as if it a reason for maturity, "I've got hair on my chest. I think I'm old enough to make my own decisions. Besides," he smiles at Jay before saying, "I wouldn't be setting a foot in that place anyhow!" he laughs.
Uncertain about things like this, given Jay and Jake's experience with Master Bartosz, but thinking if Joseph was going to be there, "He's right."
"You keep out of this," Roy barks.
"Oh. Excuse me. Jay, I think it's time to get ready to go to Korbeau's?" Jared finds a reason to split.
Not used to talking back to his father, this time Evan thinks it's gone too far, "That was totally rude, especially after Jared..."
Roy says, "C'mon. Get in your chair, Evan. This conversation has ended."
In place of Jay leaving, Evan is escorted away by his dad, even under protest.
"What was that all about?" Jay asks.
Breaking up, Jesse takes his 3 new trainers and exits.
As if a psychologist in a think tank, Joseph says, "This runs deeper than what it appears to be."
"Oh really, Dr. Rocco. And what do you think is the cure?" Jared confronts.
"Who knows, but you know I have a way of getting to the bottom of things!"
"What are you going to do, `inspector'? Strap down Roy and interrogate him?" Jay jokes.
Half-humorous, Joseph replies, "Don't tempt me. You know how I like playing with bears!"
Thinking of a more subtle way, Jared says, "Or you could bring it up at your embroidery club, Joseph?"
"Hey, Joseph," Sean tags the 32-year old muscle-bear's shoulder, "thanks for stealing my pool cleaners away!"
"What'd I do?"
"You called them `lifeguards' and now they all want to get their certification, that's what!"
With so much man-flesh and fur, gathered around the pool, busy flexing those muscles, Joseph hadn't bothered targeting in on Sean. Now, he looks down the rippled, hairy abs, "Y'know, maybe you should come along some night to HOODWINK'd with me?"
"Sure," Sean nonchalantly replies, "I love dancing, as long as you're buying," he hits Joseph up for the beer!
"I meant the `basement!'" Joseph replies.
"Oh, I've never done any of that kinky stuff, Joseph."
Other parties headed in different directions, it left Sean and Joseph in their own little world.
"Oh really? I know some hot little slave boys who could do some hot servicing, if a guy's got an ample supply of ammo!"
Not that he wasn't interested, but never having tried the S&M lifestyle on for size, thinks of only the sexual experience, "9... cut... I measured!" Sean laughs.
Gaily, Joseph says, "Turn on the tap, I could have you flowing all night!"
Top', Bottom', it was all good for Sean, though he loved getting himself in deep, "Make me an offer!"
Again, that prissy attitude kicks in, Joseph throwing a hand over his heart center, "Who? Me? No, didn't mean..."
Smirking, Sean says, "I know you didn't mean you, Joseph, even though I'd love to do you sometime, but all those boys you spoke of?"
Only once did Joseph allow himself to succumb to being a bottom bitch, to a heavy bear with a big belly, wanting to feel the experience of hairy blubber on his back, which also coincided with being 22 and drunk, he didn't say it, but thought, `never say never!'
Meanwhile, inside the house, all had been patched up.
Jay and Tim had gone back to Evan's room, Conner tagging along. Jay had convinced Jared that he and Roy had something special starting and whatever it was getting Roy ticked off, it was worth the effort to investigate.
Having found out the truth surrounding Roy's outburst, an unhappy experience at a young age, not much different than Jay and Jake's dungeon experience, he worked towards a compromise, after telling Roy, "Jake, having his balls tied and the horror of a heavy weight attached, left enough of an impression on him, about getting in deep, over his head. This is not something which can be dealt with ahead of time. Jay and Jake had to find out for themselves. Fortunately, we have friends, like Joseph!"
Roy had to admit, "You're right. I learned so much in that one night."
The heavy atmosphere lifting, Jared says, "Like, your balls aren't made of steel?"
"Nips, neither!" Roy says. Feeling his own pecs, "Man, they stung for a whole week!"
Roy had put on a tee shirt. Lifting it, Jared says, "How are they now?" he smiles, giving them a little tweaking with fingers and thumbs.
"Way too sensitive. Keep it up and you'll cause a reaction!"
"For me or you?"
"Whatever turns you on!"
It turned Jared on, to grab hold and reel Roy in for a kiss. Then, point blank, Jared drops hands, "By the way, I kind of felt like we have something started here, but since confession is good for the soul, at Montero's, I..."
Reading Jared like a book, Roy blurts out, "Me too. With Patric."
Smiling, Jared says, "Another good reason to shop there, huh?"
However, Roy is sure this is not why Jared brought this up, "How about an open relationship?"
"You read my mind," Jared replies.
"I did and you would be surprised what else I turned up!"
Joking, Jared says, "Like, the time I got sucked by the 3 college dudes?"
"Really?!"
"Nah, but I liked how your eyes lit up in anticipation?"
"Fuck you," Roy says!
"Not a chance, but I wouldn't mind doing you again?" Jared fools with Roy's pants, which were buttoned shut, but not yet belted!
Lost in a world of their own, they are rudely reminded, "Are you guys dressing?"
"Teenagers!" Jared says.
Roy says, "Y'know, Jay has a big mouth?!"
"Tell me about it," Jared feeds Roy's belt through the buckle. "I suppose this will have to wait until later," he pats Roy's stomach.
"I `could' help you get into your dinner clothes?"
Okay, so it wasn't long, drawn out sex, sucking for hours, but a short blowjob was enough to relieve Jared of the pressure. In reality, if all they did at HOODWINK'd, in the basement dungeon, was tweaking up nips and sexual playtime, Jared could go for it. It was the other stuff, electrodes on the balls, whipping a back side till it shone like a bushel of ripe apples, or heavy clamps on stretched nips, that he could very well pass up. As he thought about it, wouldn't be so bad having some rope on hand in the bedroom, Roy tied eagle-spread to the bed and teasing his nips until he was ready to come. He smirked a little smile, thinking, if he wanted to be mean, nasty and rotten, he could make Roy `suffer', by stroking his cock, play with nips and then stop before he produced a shaft-eruption. He wiped the evil smile off his lips, before walking in on the boys.
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Copyright 2014 T. Chase McPhee
`FiRE iSLAND BiKiNiS ~ MAkiNG WaRRioRs', and developing segments of this story, may not be sold, nor made part of any collection, without prior consent from the author.