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FiRE iSLAND BiKiNiS ~ `MAkiNG WaRRioRs' 05
WriTten by T. Chase McPhee
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While eating dinner, not at Korbeau's, but at Jay and Evan's request, something not so elegant, Tam's Asian Encounter, Joseph got an important call, which only took a minute of silence of their time.
They had all picked up on it, Jay asking, "What about my surf shop?"
Like treading on broken glass, Joseph says, "Well, I figured it," he spoke lightly, like light rain falling on soft pavement, "since there were so many young ladies shopping at your store, you should have more than dudes working at your place and..."
Wise to Joseph, though not really mad, Jared was about to speak, Clark cutting in, "It was only a matter of time before someone else took notice."
"Notice of what?" Jared asks.
"Don't play dumb," Clark tells him, "like, everyone on staff is a guy?"
"Oh that... well I'm sure we would have eventually added a girl or two."
Adamant, a quality Joseph admired in Clark, says, "Well, Joseph has just saved us some footwork."
Oh how Joseph loved where Clark was coming from. On a personal basis, from the company party, last summer at the Evans mansion, watching Clark in his speedo, half-drunk on Margaritas, he really couldn't tell, but now, loved how he was handling the situation... like a true master, it made more than his skin crawl!
"I see your point," Jared replies. "Make sure you have her stop by to fill out an application, Joseph."
"What?" Joseph's mind ceased dressing down Clark!
Clark had a feeling, "Jared said to take your mind out of the gutter and listen up?"
As if they had done battle with swords, Joseph replies, "Touche!"
"Huh?" Jay and Evan say, like on the same page, lost.
"I'll tell you later," Joseph says.
For Joseph, 99% of the time, `later' never comes. But they knew that.
Jay sums up, "Well, if Esmerelda is even half as good as she is with doggie training Thor, then I bet she'll be good at selling."
Joseph throws in, "Before she started an obedience school, her mom used to take her around to Macy's. Her mother stills decorates the windows, hint, hint!"
Clark could say no wrong, "Great. She can work the windows with her fashion expertise and wait on customers on the side."
Tom, whom he and Clark joined the gang later, after closing, says, "That's what I like about my man," an arm goes around Clark's shoulders in a little cuddle, "always on top of things!"
That threw Joseph for a loop, and who can tell what the others thought, Tom Gerardi servicing their human resources man. His own thoughts, Joseph thought for sure Tom was a solid top. It made him half-smile, thinking of the possibilities!
All those thoughts were laid to rest, the main course placed in front of them.
Throughout the meal, he tried paying attention, but evil thoughts of Clark and Tom getting it on, clouded his mind. It really socked him in the stomach, Clark and Tom calling it an evening, Clark inviting, "You want to come along, Joseph?"
Not hesitating for a minute, Joseph felt he had to lend excuse, "I guess he has questions about my application," he gives Jared a wink-wink!
"What was that about?" Jay asks, after the trio departs.
Evan saved Jared from answering his brother, "What're you dense, bro?"
Tim, who had little of a sense of humor about himself, straight-laced says, "They invited Joey to get it on with them."
It made Jared's glass of water to back up, up his nose, coughing it out!
Garrett pounds him on the back, "Are you all right, Jared?"
Jay says, "He's always faking it for attention!"
Said casually, the quad kept on with their conversation, regarding what they thought would happen when Clark, Tom and their guest walked in the front door.
While `the kids' had their own conversation, Garrett mentions Aris Flock and the circumstances of how he happened to get acquainted with him.
"So," Jared uses the conversation to find out more about Garrett, "this bondage and discipline mumbo-jumbo psyches you up?"
Sitting back, chancing it, Garrett says, "Sexually, I think I can get into it. What about you?"
Not far from 4 sets of ears, Jared replies, "Ask me another time."
Turning his deaf ear to the ensemble, Garrett mentions, "Oh. I get it."
Though, it could have gone the other way, the four painting a picture of Tom, stripped down naked, lying eagle-spread on the bed. It was a tossup at first, which, Joseph or Clark, sitting on Tom's chest, choking the living daylights out of him. Consensus, they figured Clark a gentleman, allowing their guest to pick the position.
Jay had his opinion, "If I know Joey, he would have taken Tom's ass."
None of the other 3 really knew Joseph, so could not disagree, which made it easier to accept Clark as feeding himself down Tom's throat!
Evan, whom could be more picturesque, drew up a scenario of Clark, tapping the tip of his big rod on Tom's lips, "Bet Tom will make like he's resisting."
Conner asks, not without a smile, "Then I wonder what Clark has to do to make him open up? I mean, isn't that how this s&m stuff works?"
Mundane, Tim says, "I bet he just opens up."
"Not if Joey can help it!" Jay lets out an evil laugh.
"What can you do?" Tim asks.
By this time, Jared and Garrett were totally engrossed in the story, Jared applying it to them, "Yeah, what would I have to do?" he asks Garrett.
It's not the first time Garrett looked deeply into Jared's baby blues, melting, "Anything which comes to mind?"
Their kissing at the table causes Jay to exclaim, "Hey, wanna get a room?"
Standing, Garrett follows Jared's lead, Jared asking, "Think you can find your own way home?"
Gulping, Jay asks, "Without you?"
"We can handle them," Conner speaks out.
Glancing from Conner to Jared, his brother asks, "Are you okay with that, Jay?"
Another gulp going down, Jay says, "I think."
Outside Tam's, Jared was unsure, "Am I doing the right thing?"
Completely relaxed, Garrett says, "What? About tying me down to the bed?"
Knowing he was, Jared thinking he had to let go of the rope someday, replies, "No, about what I have to do to pry open those lips!"
"You could always go in from the other direction!"
It was a very strange thing, getting back to Korbeau's. Funny thing, they didn't know Clark and Tom had taken a room there for the night. On the way to Jared's room, they spot Tom out in the hallway, stripped from the waist up, getting a bucket of ice.
Talking the pair into it, when Tom shows up at the door, he opens it to Clark and Joseph naked, on the bed, "Hey, I brought some friends along!"
First time Jared experiences this behavior, is left at the door with the ice man, Garrett exclaiming out loud, "Yee-haaa!" He runs and jumps in the bed!
Come to find out, Tom was versatile. He did like taking mild abuse while tied down, and forced at sex, but also a top sider. Garrett, Jared learns, loves group sex, especially when he himself is the focus of attention!
"Normally I don't do a guy," Joseph complains.
"No sweat," Clark acts like a manager, "Jared can suck you, as he drills Garrett's throat."
Tom's cock was already up Garrett's ass, "Yeah and Clark can bang me."
They didn't have real rope, Joseph complaining at first, taking 4 shirts and tying Garrett's arms to the top of the bed, the other sweatshirts running under the corners of the mattress.
At first they took turns, throating the captive, the nonparticipants kissing and cuddling, with a little licking here and there in all the sensitive places.
Joseph took more liberty than the others, turning himself and Garrett on, taking him further, harder, with more boiling action, tweaking Garrett's nips with his fingers and thumbs, complaining, "Dammit, I wish I had a set of clamps!"
They hit it off, Garrett saying, "Me too!"
"And a ball stretcher?" Joseph reaches for Garrett's clump.
"Mm-mmm!"
It was strange. Very strange. Coming back to Korbeau's Jared was all up for a quiet evening of love making. However, this was turning into a real sweat-fest, with all the appropriate moans and groans. Clark even got into it a little more with the s-and-m, doing stuff to Tom, which Joseph had done to Garrett.
"How's that?" Clark says with glee, Tom's balls cinched up in the circle of thumb and finger.
"Oooh, good. Real good!"
It's like, no one noticed, Jared's ass falling into a side chair, watching, which since he chose not to be a part of it, no interest lying in the art of bdsm, he began to get groggy. Soon he was back in most of his clothes, stuffing briefs into a pocket, saying, "I think I'll go check to see if Jay is back."
Popping his head off the pillow, with Joseph in his ass and not down his throat, Garrett was able to render, "I'll get with you to go for a job in the morning!"
Though, Garrett was more enthused by Joseph, saying, "That is, if I have you untied," he giggles.
It did make Jared crack half a smile over Joseph's rough-joking, having known it is how his friend could be. Bowing out, Jared walked the hallway to his room, which when he got to it, thought how lonely it was going to be. Their kind of excitement didn't really get him hard, but just to be around all that man-flesh did and he was still feeling it... just not in the way they call `fun.' Then, snapping his fingers, he forgot, "Jay!"
It wasn't Jay, but another friendly face coming in his direction, "Hi Jared. I just happened to run into Jay and his friends in the lobby. Jay said if I saw you, he's okay."
Exhaling, Jared says, "Whew! That's a load off my mind!"
Standing in the hallway, shirt open, flaunting all that lovely manfur, Eduardo says of it, "Anything else on your mind, mate?"
Up for a little playing, Jared asks the Aussie, "What's on your mind, cowboy?"
If wasn't exactly a cowboy hat on Eduardo's head, but people often mistook it for one, "Want to invite me in and find out?"
There wasn't much of an age difference, Eduardo's 25 years to Jared's 27, so they seemed compatible in that respect, for the night. However, Jared was concerned, "Don't you and Ian have something going?"
"Yeah," Eduardo smiles, "we're friends."
"Well okay," Jared says in a light hearted manner, "come on in!"
They hastily stripped, fell into bed, but lovemaking started slow, with kissing. Then, instead of it turning to a romp in the sheets, Jared on top, kissing, turned over to whereas Eduardo took the lead, the contest for leading up and into true sex, it took a calm approach.
Lying in the pocket of Jared's arm, Eduardo asks, "Are you dating anyone or have you ever had anyone steady in your life?"
Here was the tricky part, one Jared felt not needed at the beginning of getting to knowing a guy, leaving his brother out of it, "Not really. I've dated." Thinking on right now, whereas he thought something come of himself and Garrett, "Dating now, nothing serious."
The usual, planing hands up and down stomachs and chests, as they talk into the night, Eduardo turning towards Jared, Jared leaning over to Eduardo, a soft kiss or two in between, it led to nothing more than falling asleep in each others arms!
Regarding Jay and Evan, it had been a topsy-turvy week, shuffled around from households, winding up at Korbeau's, compliments of his friend, Michael K.
"So-o-o," Jay lay in bed next to his friend, staring up to the ceiling, "what's the story on your dad... I mean, Roy?"
Appointed, volunteering, whatever the case, side-sitting in an easy chair, pillow wrapped around his ears, a snide remark is heard, "No talking, on account of I'm trying to get some rest here?"
Because he found Jay could easily mock out Joseph and get away with it, says boisterously, "Why don't you take it in the tub and jerk off, Joey!"
"Don't mind if I do," Joseph replies, grouchiness in his voice.
"Nice," Evan says of Joseph, getting up out of the chair, grabbing the pillow and walking towards his new sleeping quarters.
In doing so, because he was totally naked, Joseph says, "You look at it long enough... means you have an interest, like up your ass?" he stares down Evan.
Walking right by, Evan addresses his friend, in bed next to him, "Looks like it could hurt?"
"What're you looking at me for?"
It led to an interesting conversation, which Evan was dying to pick up on, "Oh. You and Joey have never gotten it on?"
"Not me," he shoves off the subject. "If you want to know, you'll either have to experience it yourself or ask my brother!"
Five minutes prior, Eduardo had dropped off. Not able to sleep right now, Jared had dressed moderately and stepped out, reason for knocking and with an extra passcard, slips it through the door holder, opening it upon the two, "I wanted to check on you guys before getting any sleep?"
Since the subject matter was still fresh on his mind, Evan asks, "Have you and Joey ever been..." he stopped, bit his lip, realizing what he just said!
"Me and Joey what?" Jared asks.
Jay very well knew the answer to the question, his bro and Joseph getting it on, but asked on Evan's behalf, only to disguise his question, "Evan wants to know if you and Joey ever went surfing!"
"Nah," Jared answers. "In fact, he's a sunworshipper, but to have Joseph set foot in the water?"
"What about it?"
Seeing Joseph filling up the bathroom door frame, Jared simply utters, "Oops!"
Evan should learn to keep his mouth shut, "Jared says you're afraid of the water."
Jay whispers in his friend's ear, "Shut up, dummy!"
"I am, am I?" Joseph walks the stretch of the room. Standing in front of him, he says, "All done playing with your boy toy?"
Now it's Jay with the questions, "Who's your boy toy, Jare?"
"Anyone we know?" Evan probes.
They were left without a clue, Joseph saying he wanted to check it out for himself.
Slowly, Jared was learning to trust, trust it enough to leave the boys alone for a few hours, Joseph insisting they would be okay.
"What do you think's gonna happen?" Evan asks, "Unless you're too tired?"
"Me?" Jay replies. "Who can be tired at a time like this?"
"Cool!" Evan using every opportunity to see if he can get a rise.
"Well, first they will stand there at the foot of the bed, Joey admiring... Hey!"
"What?"
"We didn't find out who Jare's boy toy is!" Jay exclaims.
"Who cares. Keep going, and make it steamy!"
"I should've known," Jay says, watching Evan with his hand down his briefs.
"Well, you never know, you know?"
"I know," Jay knows. "Might make a difference, you know, if you do me and I do you?"
It was good practice, if either should happen into a real situation, with the ability to shuck their briefs. Evan, able to arch his back a little more, was more successful. Jay gave up, but at least anchored his briefs under his balls.
Laughing, Evan says, "Good thing you got big ones!"
"Are you gonna shut up and jerk me off?"
"Dammit, I wish I could suck you off!"
"Well you can't and I can't do you, if I wanted to," Jay replies.
"You never sucked a dude's cock?"
He jumped the gun, "Of course I have," Jay suddenly realizing who's cock it was!
Then it led to a history lesson, instead of a fictitious account of Joey, walking into the room with Jared, coming upon the boy toy, asleep.
When confronted with what age and with whom, Jay lay there in silence, contemplating.
Jay didn't know if it mattered or not, having sex with his brother, which was before his accident, a new milestone in his life. He knew eventually, he might tell a soulmate. Though, with a doubt of that ever happening, right now, Evan was as close as he thinks he'll ever come, "The first cock I ever sucked was my brother. How about you?"
"Cool! Is he big?"
"It doesn't bother you?"
"Why should it?" Evan replies. "Truth is, my first cock was Roy's."
"Whom you thought was your father?" Jay asks, feeling circumstances a bit different.
"Yeah, but it's probably not how you think it is. He didn't make me or even suggest it. He came home drunk, drank some more beer and when he was passed out, I..." Evan smiles, "Helped myself!"
"Cool!" Jay says, feeling okay it wasn't anything forced. "With Jare and me it was a mutual thing. Just two brothers wanting to taste their first cock. Only it wasn't Jare's first cock, but he was cool with letting me try to suck him."
"Blast his load down your throat?"
"Nah. He was lying down, so I pulled out and shot on his bod, him doing the same, on his own stomach. What a mess. But Jare could be sneaky. Told me when guys both shoot on another guy's stomach, they find it a sexual high for the other guy to lie down on him."
"Really?" Evan questions it. "I never heard of that."
"Me neither, but I didn't find out until I found out Jare was lying!"
"When and how did you find out?"
"Right after I did it!"
"What a scumbag!"
"Yeah, but then I made him lick it off. Now that was hot!"
"You made him? Like, how did you get Jare to do that?"
Jay thought about it, thinking of how he would have to dig deeper into his bromance file, but unsure if it was the right thing to do, that he spilled enough, "I think I better quit here. Besides, I'm feeling sleepy."
Knowing it could be the case, Evan tried doing the same, after, "I better pull your briefs back up, or they might cut off the circulation!"
Sarcastically, Jay says, "Let me know if you feel any tree trunks down there!"
"Nah, just a slimy worm!"
"Thanks for checking, moron!"
Jay was being more truthful than he made out to be, falling asleep.
For Evan, he lay awake, thinking about Jay and Jared. With some imagination, he put himself in Jay's place, hovering over Jared. Instead of being the sassy slave-master, he was the one on cleanup duty, licking up Jared's scrumptiously delicious, hairy bod, ridding him of all the wet stuff. So good at this, he had Jared hard again. Unfortunately, in reality, Evan wasn't hard himself and that was the factor which made him give sleep another chance!
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Next morning, Jared had received more information than the `store owner', informing Jay, as they sat for breakfast, "We have to be at the store at 8am, for the 10am opening."
"I thought we weren't opening until Warrior One was opening?" Jay asks.
"Jesse has moved up opening day, from June 18, to tomorrow for regulars and today for you handicapped people."
"Us," Jay asks, "but there's only Evan and me. How hard is that?"
"Not according to Jesse!" Jared smiles.
Evan exclaims, "More like us?"
Jay asks, "Who?"
Jared teases, "Do you want it by age or alphabetical order?"
"Whatever, moron!"
However, Evan has more of a priority, "How about our age, then work your way up?"
"I guess I better pull it out," Jared says, reaching down to his laptop bag.
Evan smiles, thinking of Jared pulling `it' out!
Opening the top to his laptop, Jared taps the icon on his desktop.
"I like your desktop pictures," Even sees one hot guy fade into the next.
"Keep your nose out of other people's business," Jared tells him!
"Geesh Jare, it's not like you know any of those naked guys?"
"A man's laptop is his own business," Jared tells his bro!
"Did you get that file up yet?" Jay asks.
"It's right here," Jared smirks. Studying it for a moment, he comes back with, "people around your age," he looks through some lines, looks at Jay, "How old are you again?"
"Who cares. Just get with it, moron!"
Evan asks Jared, "Is moron your nickname?"
Closing his laptop was Jared's answer, "Maybe you guys should wait until you get there."
Then they were nice to Jared, getting the whole rundown:
18yo Drake, lost both legs when the car he was working on, fell. If it hadn't been for his boyfriend, Drew, it would have been more than his legs crushed, pulling Drake out with quick reflexes.
19yo Greg, broke a leg while working backstage at the theater. He claims he tripped over some equipment. Whether they find out the truth or not, for Greg, it was some guy wanking and lost concentration!
19yo Bethanne...
"You're kidding? There's girls?" Evan asks.
Jay says, "I thought it was all dudes?"
Jared's explanation, "Let's get real here, guys?"
It didn't matter that much. At least Jay and Evan were happy to hear Drake was rescued by his `boyfriend'!
There was another dudette, 21yo Darlene and then the others, older adults, which made Jay and Evan thirst for knowledge, Jared informing them, the rest `guys.'
"What's his story?" Jay couldn't wait to hear on the 40-something dude.
"Carlos is in construction, got hurt, but gets around with a walker. Like you guys, he wants to see if he can get better response and work on packing on some muscle."
"Is he gay?" Evan asks.
To this Jared responds, "It's not one of the questions on the application!"
Another leg-breaker, Jared brings up Rick, from a hiking accident, tumbling down a ravine.
Of Peter, he broke his leg skiing. The boys were happy to hear that he lives with his partner, Austin, something Jared didn't `need' to tell...
"Cool!" Jay says. "Any other of us gay boys?"
"I'll leave this last one for you to decide," Jared paves the way, "Justin, brother of one of the detectives in town, whom Joseph has talked the brother into sending Justin to Warrior One, victim of falling off a balcony, at last summer's Gay Pride celebration."
Evan was bent on some `gay' details, Jay asking, "What's up with him?"
"You guys should be thankful you can do what you can. Justin is paralyzed from the neck, down."
"Then what can Jesse do for him?" Jay asks.
"Justin hasn't been out of the house since his accident, except trips to the doctor, Mark has taken him to," Jared replies.
"Who's Mark?" Jay asks.
Evan asks, "Is he gay," and because of last night's conversation, "like you and Jay?"
Evan looked to Jay.
Jay looked back at Evan.
Jared had a feeling something was up with that, but sticks to the question, "Mark is Justin's brother. Diagnosis, Justin needs an attitude adjustment, so don't get bent out of shape if he isn't with it, guys?"
"If he can't move anything, what good will it do?" Jay asks.
Wisely, Jared says, "Ask yourself the same question!" he closed his laptop.
Evan throws out, "I wonder if Carlos is gay?"
Finding out stuff in the short time they've known each other, Jay remarks, "Why don't you pick on a guy your own age, son?"
Laying down the law, Jared says, "Let me remind you, guys, Warrior One is not a gay's men's meetup place?"
"I didn't say anything," Jay claims, which shifts Jared's guilty look to Evan.
"Ok," Evan says, like it's a parent talking to him.
Jared gets up, says, "Be at the store at 8, which gives you a half hour to get there."
"Hey, wait," Jay cautions, "aren't you going to get us there?"
More than sex crossed their paths last night, Jared informing them, "Eduardo will be by in a second to make sure you get there."
"Eduardo?" Jay asks. "What about Tim and Conner?"
"Tim and Conner were needed this morning for setting up `your' surf shop for today's business," Jared replies. "I have to go."
Jay exhales, saying, "I thought I was the boss!"
"Oh forget about that stuff. Someday Jared won't be around to do it for you and you'll have to do it."
Keeping his thoughts to himself, Jay's inner self were thinking along the same, but they were not pretty ideas, Jared not being around to help him.
"What's the matter with you?" Eduardo looks down upon Jay.
"Nothing," Jay says, working himself out from under the table.
"Jared told you I was going to meet you, didn't he?"
"Sure. It's not about you," Jay thought he thought...
"Okay," Eduardo responds, but wasn't sure what that was all about. Looking at his watch, "We've got 25 minutes to get there or else the boss is docking you pay!"
As they roll out, Evan faces Jay, "You wouldn't do that to your best friend, would you?"
Using it to weigh out the balance of justice, Jay says, "As long as you don't go saying `bro' stuff in front of Jare or anyone else?"
"Oh," Evan says subtly, "you knew?"
"Just keep stuff like that quiet!"
It took some time for the duo to get ready, with minor assistance from Eduardo.
Of course, what would be getting ready without some horseplay, Evan claiming, Eduardo's hands on him, "Mm-mm feels nice, Eduardo. Can you like see if I can feel anything lower?"
Wise to the two, Jared's 25year old friend stands still, "Get this straight, I'm here to assist you so you don't get hurt. Any premeditated ejaculations, you're on your own!"
Jay gripes, "How come you can't say `jerk off', like everyone else?"
"Yeah," Evan continues the mocking, "like other gay dudes?!"
Even though shirtless, so as not to get wet, Eduardo crosses arms over his middle, with stern reprisal, "Because I'm not like other gay dudes!"
Jay, lying a tee shirt out on his legs, ready to swim into it, gets it swiped away, "Hey!"
Taking it, folding it up once more, Eduardo says, "You're a big boss now. You've got to dress like it!"
Sticking his tongue out, Jay says, "Everyone wants to be a critic."
Tee shirt in his hand, Evan tells them, "I'm glad I'm not the boss."
He got his shirt swiped away, Eduardo informing, "Just because you're not, doesn't mean you are given carte blanche to dress like a slob!"
They got out of wearing jackets, because early June proved to be globally warmer on Fire Island, than years past. Rolling through the streets, Jay and Evan looked the business part, white shirts and neckties.
"If I had known I was going to have to dress like a dork, I would have told Jare to get someone else to manage the store!"
Evan, in a mocking mood, says, "Clothes don't change the person!"
Drinking some water, Jay caps the bottle and tosses it hard!
"Hey, you're going to mess me up," Evan says, "then Eduardo will have to take me back to house," looking up, "and then clean me off!"
"I'm here to help you," Eduardo replies, "but not in the way you're thinking it, so give it up, guys?"
"I didn't say anything," Jay says, "it's him!"
`For now,' Evan gave it up, but wasn't giving up!
Today's scene at Jay's Surf Shop wasn't the mob scene of yesterday, yet Jay was in total surprise, seeing one of his favorite cubs walk in the door, "Terror!"
Another one of his high school buds, who came to visit Fire Island and chose not to return to the town of their old alma mater, Wayne Terror Terrabold, found himself on the ferry, only to stay on it for the round trip. He had found himself a job at Centerfield Security, but the others had been mocking on him, just for being a 22-year old. It's why, when getting wind of Jay opening his own store, "Hi Jay," he cut the bullcrap, "I was just wondering," he drew a circle around the glass case, housing trendy-named wallets, as if it were dusty, "if you had any openings?"
In Jay's estimation, Wayne was gorgeous'. Dark, ginger-red hair, he wore his beard closely cropped, stache to match. Jay just had to mention, "Nice tank top," though he really complimented the outlines, chest fur in the U', midchest, sticking out on the sides.
"Thanks. Um, about the job?"
Shrugging both shoulders, Jay couldn't possibly let his friend down, "Of course, Terror!"
"Cool. Um," Wayne's voice suddenly silences, "would you mind toning it down on the Terror and call me Chris?"
"Chris?" Jay is puzzled. "How does Wayne become Chris? Why not Wayne?"
"It's kind of geeky. I decided, since my middle name is Christopher, I want to be called Chris. Okay?"
"Fine with me, `Chris!'" Jay laughs.
One thing Jay liked, was Chrispersistence. He seemed to recall it was how Chris always was. Though, pairing up the nameChris` with how Terror used to be, it didn't match, would take getting used to. However, something he never managed to be foreign to, was Chris, especially without the shirt on. In Jays estimation, he was a hot man, furry chest, embedded trail cutting that lush cub-fur in half, chubby belly, the whole mass swirling around the navel and... and, well, the endowment wasn't anything to be ashamed about either...
"So, you got a uniform or something for me to wear?"
"Oh my god!" Jay exclaims, watching Chris zip off his tank top so fast... he must have forgotten he had the Cubs baseball cap on, having to go chase it. In the interim, Chris bending over to pick it up... "Sure. Pick a tee shirt. Any tee shirt!"
Though Jay didn't say, it would be a shame to cover up all that beauty!
Walking over to a circular rack, Chris found a really nice Etnies shirt in his size. He thought. Trying it on, it was too snug. Stripping it, he tried on the next best, a Quiksilver. It fit.
"Y'know," Joseph happens upon the would-be shoplifter,' "usually people pay` for shirts before they go walking off with them on?"
Chris toyed with the idea, of having met Joseph once, but figuring he forgot, pretended it was the first time, "Fuck off, man. Who the hell you think you are anyway, accusing me?"
Shoplifting wasn't the real reason Joseph approached Chris, yet he was starting to feel tingly all over again, the cub daring to get dominant with him, "Next thing you're going to tell me, I bet, is you were going to pay for it?"
Also knowing Joseph's little past time, having heard Jay speak about it, Chris tones it down, so as only a person next to him can hear, "I should have you groveling on your knees and licking my balls, but... you're forgiven!" he walks around the other side of the rack.
"What the fuck?" Joseph gets bent out of shape.
About to follow around the circle, he's cut off at the pass, Jay wheeling in between, "Good choice, Chris!"
"Thanks," Chris glances to Joseph, like he's giving him the Darth Vader death stare!
"Wait," Joseph feels betrayed, "what is this Jay?"
"Terror... I mean Chris... he's working for me now. He didn't have but a skimpy tank top to wear, so I told him to borrow a tee shirt off the rack." Then, hearing his name called, Jay whisks himself away.
"I think this one fits pretty good. What do you say, Joseph?"
"Wait," Joseph, always in the detective mode, stutters, "how do you know my name?"
Relaxing, leaning am arm on the rack, Chris says, "Not much of a compliment, really. Usually people say they never forget a hot guy, though I don't think I really have a `pretty face'. We met at Jay's house. The one that fell down?"
Now Joseph recollects, except one detail, "Oh right, but you didn't have the beard?"
With probably as much insight as Joseph, Chris puts it to him, "It really wasn't the shirt, so why did you really approach me, Joseph?"
"It was the beard."
Smirking, Chris reckons more to it, "Get out of town!"
With saying it, the comfy position Chris was in, gave way to embarrassment, the fixture collapsing!
Joseph, who had a hand on it, went down too, rolling over, right on top of Chris!
Employees headed over to the commotion, but not before Chris barks, "Want to get your dead weight offa me?"
"No problem," Joseph says, "soon as you let go of my balls?"
True, Chris, gut reaction had used a hand to shield himself, out of habit from when he played dodge ball in school. Seems, with an ample endowment, it was the favorite target of players!
"Get real, Joseph. My hand is there for my own protection!"
Sure enough, as Joseph moves into doggie position, Chris had his hand cupped over his own balls, "Sorry `bout that!"
"Joey, what did you do?"
He could have put the blame on Chris, but since he was already adoring the cub, Jay gives Joseph the blame, "Cheap rack. I just had my hand on it and the damn thing buckles up and collapses. Good thing Chris is okay."
"Are you okay Chris?" Jay looks at him sitting on the floor.
With an authoritarian demeanor, Chris stares at Joseph, "Well, are you going to let me sit here or give me a hand?"
"Of course!" Joseph jumps to it. In essence, he was more than overjoyed that Chris was being friendly, not handing his five digits as if a cactus branch.
Originally, Jay had handed over a sales position to Chris, but seeing him with Joseph, "I'm going to have Chris work security, Joey. Show him the ropes."
Again Jay was the center of attention, in a way Jared making it so, cueing workers in on directing every little need his way. Of course, he had Tom Gerardi waiting in the wings, on the spot to guide his brother.
With Tom there, Jared felt okay to leave the surf shop and hop on over to Warrior One. He had mixed reactions of Roy leaving town, mainly dumping Evan's care on him, though there was nothing money could not fix, when it came to providing. Plus, Jay was already very fond of Evan and it was good to see the two hanging out.
On the other hand, Roy was supposed to be on hand to open with Warrior One, as physical therapist. He was on his way right now, to interview a person Jesse happened to find at a gay bar. That did not really sit with Jared very well, but if it wasn't for Jesse being the scout, he would have said a flat out `no'.
Walking in the door, there wasn't only one, but two people standing with Jesse, Jared saying a casual, "Jesse?" he looked to the 32-year old's left and right.
First, the expected, Jesse says, "This is Oz Nolan, whom I spoke to you about and..." he turns to his left, "his cousin, Olivia, whom I didn't talk to you about!"
Always... always adorable, there was very little Jesse could confront Jared with, which did not sit well with him. However, he knew the payroll budget, "Nice to meet you," Jared shook Oz's hand. Turning to Olivia and overriding the fact he knew Jesse met Oz in a gay bar, "and you too, Mrs. Nolan."
Knowing Jared as well as he knew his own balls, Jesse says, "They're not husband and wife, moron, they're cousins," and just to satisfy Jared, "and I'm hiring Olivia, because I think we should have both male and female therapists. I mean, how would feel if you were a girl and you had to have a man help undress you?"
Flipping Jesse's thoughts around, upside down, Jared wouldn't mind one bit having Oz help him undress!
"That's what I thought," Jared remained vague, which was a good move, he thought!
Handing over Warrior One to Jesse completely, calling it his project, Jared learns just how high the expenses can run, Jesse informing him, "By the way, I thought, the receptionist space being much to spacious, I'm having it converted into a semi-lounge and smoothie bar."
"Oh?" Jared immediately saw dollar signs.
However, he got to know Oz and Olivia a bit more, both chiming in with accolades, of how much something like that was needed, Olivia saying, "Wouldn't you much rather have them squander their loose change here, instead of at the other concessions?"
She was talking Jared's language, "Of course. Tell me, what is your educational background?"
Of course, Jared would have much rather invited Oz out for a latte, but anxious to make sure he had the right people working for him. Though, he never for a doubt pictured Jesse as doing anything wrong. In his line of work, it was never a bad thing to check up on people.
"Do you think he liked me?"
Jesse leads Oz to the back room, away from all the buzz saws and hammering in the lobby, "Like you? Not anymore than me!" Jesse says, closing the door to the modest gym, a small room for warm up, yoga mats dotting the room with rectangles.
Meeting up last night at the bar, Jesse and Oz had gotten to know each other very well, right on down to how much Oz liked to have his balls taken care of first!
Already, Jesse was in replication of the scene last night, except, instead of lifting Oz's shirt off overhead, his fingers trickled down Oz's shirt, unfastening the buttons.
On the other hand, even though Oz didn't think it fitting to get it on at the boss' business, he didn't fight the feeling, since Jesse led, opening Jesse's shirt, "I feel funny doing this here? I mean, what happens if someone walks in on us?"
"Ever here of doors having locks?" Jesse says, pushing Oz's shirt back over his shoulders, catching one of the sleeves. "And, more private than handling each other, where any one person can walk in on us?"
Then stopping, like something is amiss, Jesse exclaims, "I better check!"
Oz laughs his ass off, watching Jesse dash to the door and check the lock! On the rebound Oz is saying, "Damn, you're beautiful!"
It was almost a repeat of last night, except they had about a fifteen minutes and not two hours, Jesse telling him, "You said the same thing last night, you know?"
Oz didn't answer, too much into kissing Jesse on the chest.
Not giving a damn about last night, Jesse sighs, like shivers all over his bod, "Ooo-ooh, that's nice," he throws his head back. Then, "Oh! Careful!"
Backing off, smiling, Oz replaces his lips with fingertips, gently massaging Jesse's nips, "You said the same thing last night!"
And last night, Jesse remembers telling him, "I have sensitive nips, remember?"
"I know," Oz replies, glancing down, seeing Jesse's boardshorts tenting!
Brushing Oz's tantalizing fingers away, Jesse says, "Well quit it. I don't want to go and get my shorts wet!"
On it, Oz says, "You can't get them wet, if you're not in them," hands make haste!
Not waiting around to be the last one, Jesse goes to work on Oz's belt buckle. Even though he can't swear to it, having heard of anyone doing so, he tells, "You're the only one I know Oz, who gets hard playing with a guy's nips!"
"It's you doing it to me," Oz smiles at Jesse.
Like last night, even though Oz was licking, making love to the light chest fur, teasing his sensitive nips some more, Jesse knew he would wind up on his knees. In the mens room, there wasn't much room, Oz promising he would take Jesse's load down, instead of, like the an hour ago, trying to catch each others' load in hand as their mutual jerk off exploded in air.
"Ready for me to get even?" Jesse posed the question, Oz sinking to his knees.
"Oh, much more than ready!" Oz gets up, walks over to a table holding the baby-changing stuff and slaps his chest down on it. "Here?" he holds up an almost clear container of oil, like holding it behind his back, for Jesse's use.
"What a boyscout!"
"Huh?" Oz asks.
"You brought your own lube?"
"Ahem," Oz clears his throat, "it was on the second shelf of the table, right where you left it after doing one of the workmen?"
"Shut up!" Jesse gets `nicely' violent, slapping Oz's ass.
To the sting on his ass, Oz says, "Trying to make me hard-'er'?"
Quite entertained by Oz's moans and groans, he worked the baby oil into the tight cock-holder, working it over more times than necessary.
"Get with it, or else I'm going to come before you!"
Into it, Jesse was all for sliming up a hand, touching another man's flesh. A minute ago, he switched one of his hands off to working Oz's shaft.
"One minute!"
Looking over his shoulder, Oz knew why Jesse was sticking his hand in pants pocket. Like last night, being forgetful, Oz had forgotten to load his own pants pocket up with condoms. Such a silly and stupid thing to do, knowing he was going to a gay bar!
"Guess what?" Jesse turns around empty handed.
Standing up, from bending over, Oz says, "I'll volunteer!"
Jesse wondered, "Volunteer for what?" looking down and seeing Oz stroking, his own hand keeping him hard.
Soon enough Jesse found out, Oz lying down, right on the tiled floor and even sooner, the two ejaculating, Jesse onto Oz's chest, Oz onto his own stomach.
Standing, at Oz's request, Jesse broke forth, his cock-juices squirting out in several spurts, landing in different places on Oz's pecs, Jesse's hips pulsing forward and back.
Oz, all he had to do is erupt and his white goo shot, almost crossing Jesse's stream. Slowly though, losing momentum, it welled up in his bellyhole.
Finale, Jesse fell to his knees and still hovering over Oz, gave him a last jolt, wiping the head of his cock on Oz's chest.
"Oh shit, Jesse!"
"What?" Jesse acts like he doesn't know, his slimy cock head rubbed over Oz's nip!
It was awesome, but later would be embarrassed somewhat, Jared giving Warrior One the last walk through, finding something gooey on a yoga mat.
Oz took Jesse's lead, looking up to the ceiling, Jesse saying, "Hmm, we might have a leak."
While the two looked up, Jared's eyes were on Jesse, "Oh really, Jesse... I never noticed, how rain," he paces his words, "on Fire Island has a different consistency to it, than other parts of the world?"
Knowing he was snagged, Jesse says, "It won't happen again. I promise, Jared."
"Me too," Oz suddenly freezes, like he said the opposite of what he means, "I mean... never!" he clears home base of any doubt, hands pronouncing clear intentions.
Both get wind of Jared reading right through them both.
Regarding Jesse, he would also remember, Warrior One was closed for their first volley sending cream flying and next time, if there came to be such a time when churning balls and over-excitement caused him and the dude, or dudes, with him to excrete their man-cream, he would make sure he followed suit, as with Oz and took things to a more private location. Just standing there and staring at the remnants of their first jerk off, convinced Jesse, branding it in his mind. However, what also stay, as set in stone, was the emotional high, hand on Oz's cock, vice versa, hand on his own hard shaft, stroking, and what ethereal feeling, when his hand got all sappy. He smiled, Jesse remembering he was `in trouble', and wiped the smile, literally, from his face.
In walks Olivia, asking Jared, "What's that?"
Smartly, Oz directs his cousin out of the room, inviting Jared to lunch with him and Jesse!
Quick on it, Olivia knew it wasn't lunch time, but if someone else was buying, who was she to question?
Meanwhile, back at Jay's Surf Shop Joseph was mentoring Terror, aka Chris, when Jay suddenly exclaims, "Oh my God," throwing his arms up in the air, flopping them down!
"What's the problem, buddy?" Joseph is the first responder.
"I can't believe it, Joey?"
"What? What? What?" Joseph leans on Jay's shoulder, bent over from behind, like he's about to fuck a trick, but instead coerces, "Tell me!"
"I forgot to take my anxiety medicine," Jay scrambles for words, "and I didn't bring my drugs with me. I never do that!"
Standing up, chilling out, Joseph replies, "Oh, is that all. Well, don't be so hard on yourself," he pats Jay's shoulder, "that's an easy fix. I'll just `run home' and fetch it for you!"
Instead of towards the front door, Joseph walks in the opposite direction, Jay pounding his eardrums, "I need it, like now, Joey?"
From a short distance, Evan was watching. He knew the reputation Joseph had, in general, but especially at The Spin Club, basement room, where he play the part of a might master. Right now, drawing off what could be a hot scene, being mastered over by a hot bear, set Evan to laughing his ass off, a guy in a handicapped chair, ordering Joseph about!
Wheeling himself over to Jay, he relays, "What I wouldn't give to have a guy order me around!"
"Trust me," Jay draws off his experience, him and his best friend caught up in a scenario of a hot top of Joseph's standard, though not as nice at heart, stringing himself and Jake up in the dungeon, ready to cause duress on their teen bods, "you don't want to dabble in that, unless you know what you're doing!"
It's how Evan had come out to Jay, regarding being dominated, so he already knew the story behind the warnings, "I know I have to be careful." Regardless, having strong feelings for the longest time, way before he landed in a wheelchair, Evan asks, as fingers walk up Jay's forearm, "Do you think Joey could play with us sometime?"
"Us?" Jay brushes Evan's conniving fingers off his arm. "Since when did I get dragged into your little scheme?"
"You said it's good to always have a guy you trust along?"
Jay did recall saying it, but also knowledge, "Trust me, Joey isn't going to do anything bad to you."
"I know, but still," his fingers toy with Jay, wrist up the arm to where it's about to tuck under the sleeve, "would be fun having you there. I know! You can take pictures!"
"No way, Ev, and have evidence hanging around?"
"Evidence?"
"You want pictures of yourself, your balls tied up, nips clamped, a fat plug up your ass, all over Facebook?"
"Oh," Evan's attitude takes a dive, "I don't think so," tying it back into, "which is good you go along with me. Um, like you will try to get Joey to do that for me?"
Unsure, for now Jay didn't need to lend an answer, Joseph returning, "Terror... I mean Chris... he's all set to handle security."
"Oh really?" Jay toys, "Does that mean I can do without you, Joey?"
"I don't know," Joey, with undercover thoughts, "I'm supposed to be doing security at your good friend's, Michael's place?"
A man with a plan, after glancing at Evan, Jay tells him, "I wouldn't mind letting you off the hook Joey, that is, if you do something for me?"
Joseph didn't really want to leave Korbeau's. It was a better paying job than working at Jay's Surf Shop, but he would do anything... anything for Jay or Jared. However, seemingly been given a choice, "I was really liking it at Korbeau's. What do I gotta do?" he smiles.
Leaving the store, Joseph didn't leave Jay nor Evan cold, but said he would have to warm up to the ideas they had in mind. Faking it, like he was having an attach, Jay had put a hustle in Joseph's bustle, sending him quickly out the front door.
Part of that force was his balls tingling. Happened whenever it was put in his mind, a man tied eagle-spread to the bed for his sheer enjoyment. Deep down inside he could be soft-hearted, the reason he didn't turn Evan down, especially when Jay suddenly decided to get in on the action, wanting to be tied faced down, on top of Evan, having Joseph be their `therpist', trying to get their junk to work!
However, walking into Jay's room to retrieve his anxiety medicine, there was another reason to stir up his loins. Instead of downright accusation, Joseph options out, "Are you sure you have the right room?"
Now, Joseph knew, the only way a guest can get into a room is if the card slides through the holder and pops the lock. Of course, theirs the option to use a sledgehammer, but the door and knob was intact when he entered.
Having taken the morning readying Jay and Evan, Eduardo had taken to leisurely activity, like soaking in a hot tub, standing for a cold shower and then lying down in a darkened room. Even though the drapes were drawn, some light filtered into the room.
Unknown to Joseph, Eduardo could see his eyes glisten with the early morning reflection of sunlight. He smiled, seeing those two `flashlights' jump to the bottom of Joseph's eye sockets, then up, which made him realize, his shaft, which he had just prior to Joseph's arrival, had stroked into a tall stick, "You want it? Go for it!"
Shaking his head, like he didn't hear, or rather Joseph hearing straight, but playing dumb, "What was that?"
His Aussie accent kind of turned his words into wry conversation, Eduardo saying, "You heard me right, mate."
He would have loved to have jumped on top of Eduardo, pushed his legs up over his head and raped his ass, but on a mission, "This is my friend's room. What are you doing here?"
Smart, Eduardo figures, if he is a friend of Jay, he also knows his brother, "Jared hired me to make sure Jay and Evan get up and get to where they're going in the morning, for the interim."
Joseph well knew Jared was hunting down a caretaker, but didn't think such a young guy was a top candidate. Then again, Jared had mentioned Harry as a possibility. Right now, both in youth and lower anatomy, Joseph had structured his opinion, walking over to the night table, opening the draw, "Right now Jay needs his medicine, but later on I might be available for you to drain my balls!"
After leaving, Eduardo lay there, even more psyched up to blow his load. From talking with the guys last night, idle talk which led to other subjects, he knew what Joseph was into. Dwelling on those thoughts, in his mind, Eduardo had Joseph stripped, tied to the bed, legs over head and was feeding himself into Joseph's ass. After several minutes of stroking himself and replicating the ideal fuck scene, he dirtied up his freshly cleaned self!
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Copyright 2014 T. Chase McPhee
`MAkiNG WaRRioRs', and developing segments of this story, may not be sold, nor made part of any collection, without prior consent from the author.