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FiRE iSLAND BiKiNiS ~ `MAkiNG WaRRioRs' 17 WriTten by T. Chase McPhee
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As predicted, with not much happening on the island this evening, Warrior One swarmed with parents and their children. As had been predicted, it came true, older teens outside, perusing the eateries, turning open house into a teen-night-out.
Entering, no one, except those who worked there and Jared, could tell something amiss. Walking up to Sean, behind the receptionist's desk, he held up an orange tee shirt, which had the Warrior One logo imprinted.
Grabbing one, Jared asks, "Where did these come from?"
Rather than feel condemned for his idea, Sean said proudly, "I had them made up just for tonight. How do you like my great idea?"
What could Jared say, with Sean's hand in a box, holding a fistful of dollars, "I see." Not putting him down, Jared says, "Next time you get a brilliant idea, would you run it by me, Sean?"
"Or me?!" Jay throws his two cents in. "You got a medium for me, Sean?"
"Right here," Sean tosses it in Jay's lap, "That'll be $20!"
"Jare will pay for it, thanks!"
Before Jared could say anything, Jay had disappeared into the crowd.
"How about you, Mr. Evans?" Sean acted responsible.
"Sure. Why not?" After forking over $40, Jared happens to look on the counter, "What's this?"
"Chocolate bars."
"I see, but," Jared reads the fine print, "who are the Beach Bears?"
"Oh that. The volleyball team I belong to. We're like all... `hairy'," Sean says, ending with the splendid smile he could display to win a man over.
"Oh, and why is it on the Warrior One counter?"
"Because I didn't buy the shirts from a fancy shirt printing shop. My friends and I bought the shirts and did it ourselves. When I see them later, we'll split the profits, giving 5% to Warrior One, if that's agreeable to you?"
Right now, Jared couldn't think straight, not with his arm being tugged, settling, "Sure. Fine, but the bars?"
"Goes towards our volleyball uniforms."
Jared didn't know about that. "Uniforms, eh? And what would that entail?"
He didn't find out, too many people wanting a slice of his time. Passing by Jay, he sees him wearing the shirt he just bought him, tosses a Bear-bar in his lap.
"Thanks!" Jay looks up, all around, to see who tossed it into his crotch! Eric showing, after talking to a dude whom he had saved him from expiring, "That's that. Next!"
"You drop this here?" Jay asks.
Taking the Bear bar and looking at it, Eric says, "Do I look like a bear?"
Having witnessed up close, Eric's hairy chest, "Yup!"
"Hmm," he reflects, opening the bar handed him, "maybe I'll get into a little `Beach Bear-ing'!"
"Cool, like what's better than 1 bear to stare at, but a whole beach full!" Jay laughs.
By the time the night had ended, seeing the turnout, Eric addressed Jared, saying he wouldn't mind leaving his less than half time job for a full time position at Warrior One.
Jay, of course, was thrilled at that, but also the prospect of Eric becoming a `Beach Bear'!
Of course Jesse was there and his teenage lover, Tim. Seeing them from a distance, Jared thought they looked like the odd couple, a thirty-something man next to a kid right out of high school. However, he didn't show any bias, knowing if it were him with Tim on his arm, life would be all jazzy, "So, is this your ace surf instructor, Jesse?"
Jared's hand was in Tim's hand before Jesse could acknowledge.
"That's me," Tim did the honors. Because Jesse had passed on some detail Jared had dwelt on, earlier, "And I want you to know, I'm all business and won't let you down, Mr. Evans."
"Jared," Jared said, hands still pressed together, "and I'm happy to hear you have a good attitude."
"Hi, Tim!"
He was getting a little flustered, kind of glad Jay stuck himself in there.
"What's up Jay?" Tim replies.
"Not much. How are you and Jesse getting it on?"
Jared, protective of Jay, but also of his bad manners, bends to Jay's ear, "Want to rephrase that, bro?"
"Um, nah, I'll just see what Eric's doing."
"Sorry about that," Jared says. "Jay, sometimes thoughts don't come out the way they're meant to."
Unafraid of the question, Tim is blunt, "Well, we're getting along okay, Jesse and me, but you don't have to worry about mixing business and pleasure. When I'm on Warrior One's time, I'm all into doing what I was hired to do."
Jared was impressed. Walking away, he thought of some strong assets here at Warrior One, in addition to Jesse, Sean and Tim and... his eyes almost popped out, looking upon Evan's progress, doing pullups on the rings all by himself, "That's amazing, Randy," he stands by the instructor's side.
"Evan has been working very hard," Randy tells him, stepping over to steady Evan's butt, fed slowly into his chair.
"That's not all I can do," he says proudly, showing off for Jared and other parents.
He gets a round of applause, bending over, doing a handstand, chair still fitted to his ass!
"Amazing!" Jared calls the stunt, rewarding Randy with his words.
From the back of the room, Jay asks, "When will I be able to do that, Eric?"
Rather than commit himself to a timeframe, Eric says, "First we have to have you seen by Dr. Phillips, to see where we stand."
Jay had accepted the facts as they stood. Five minutes later he started in a fit of yawns, prompting Eric, "Let's find Jared and say our goodbyes?"
The chocolate sold quick, neck and neck with the shirts. However Beach Bear bars zoomed ahead in sales, Joseph trying to mooch a box off of Sean. He proceeds to shame Joseph, `buying' five boxes to get Sean off his back. Handing Joseph change from his fifty dollar bill, Sean hints, "By the way, we need a security guard at the games!"
Joseph was more concerned, "Where's my change? I gave you a fifty, you know?"
"How do you think we can afford you, Joey?"
Anyone else... but Joseph thought Sean a mighty hot cub and if he had his way, someday he would be taking Sean to The Spin Club for some hot fun!
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Next day, it went off without a hitch. One thing Jared had noticed, a good thing, everyone employed at Warrior One worked their tails off. He was amazed at how the Asian languages didn't seem to run up against any barriers. Often sign lingo provided the means for communication.
He had gone down to the beach to check out the surfing, seeing the placement of the extras making things run smoother. He knew Jesse could keep cool, but sensed stretching his patience. Today it was different. Jesse was back to behaving like the old Jesse he knew!
Coming back up to the building, he's about to open the door, when Jared is almost tapped in the forehead by it, "Oh, Jared, I hope you're okay?"
"Close call," Jared smiles, letting Tim know he's fine.
Not which he had to explain, Tim says, "Jesse put me in charge of taking attendance. I turned the rosters into Sean. You better check with him."
"Oh?" Jared didn't mind standing there, holding the door, looking upon what he could see of Tim's smooth bod, his Warrior One shirt baggy in all the right places.
"Yeah, Melody didn't show up for work today, so he put Jake in charge and now there's no one to do maintenance."
"I better get in there then," not which Jared thought Sean would be bent out of shape. He had great aspirations for the kid and his future at business, even if not his own empire.
"You don't have to worry," Tim suddenly stops, dropping his hand from Jared's chest, as he went to rush inside. He also immediately realized his forwardness, guilty of doing something sexual in nature, "sorry `bout that, Mr. Evans," he drops his hand to his side.
"Not a problem," Jared smiles, "and in the future, Tim?"
He was ready for his rights to be read him, claiming sexual harassment as an issue, "Uh, yeah?" he was nervous.
"Let's not be so formal. Call me Jared?"
Tim walked out of the building in relief!
Disregarding Tim's alert, Jared walks into the lobby, asking, "So, how are we doing today?"
In a nutshell, Sean spells it out, like the order it happened, thought didn't elaborate, "Melody didn't make it in to work today. She quit."
Jared knew, this guy he had never seen before, under the arch of Sean's arm, had something to with all this.
"This," Sean padded the lad's chest with his other hand, "is Alay Terzian. New to the island, he's looking for a job and has had quite an extensive amount of training in office administration. I hope you don't mind I kind of promised him the job?"
Taking an easy way out, Jared states, "But Sean, we don't have an `office', per se?"
"I'll vouch for him!" Jake speaks up.
Knowing Jake was not at his post, janitor, Jared asks, "How's the toilets? Spotless, Jake?"
He had to give Sean gumption, "I took the liberty of having Jake pitch hit for us, up front, until we get someone, which," again Sean cradles Alay in the pocket of his arm, "I think he'll be the man we need around here."
Jared, knowing he came down a little hard on Jake, tags his arm as he goes to walk out of the lobby, "Hold on there Jake, where are you going?"
"To make sure the toilets are so clean, you could eat off of it?"
"Sorry," Jared replies, "but would you mind manning the desk, until we get things sorted out here?"
Up until now, Alay allowed Sean to do his bidding, speaks, "I have a degree in business administration, just no job."
Businesslike, not that he would not tell it to someone else, other than the candidate in front of him looked extremely hot, "Then why aren't you working in an office tower in the city?"
It gave him more time to study Alay. He could see why Sean thought he could fill the job, helping the applicant along with details he already knew, Jared then responding, "In the fashion industry? A little different than a sports facility?"
On the sidelines, Jake was praying for him to get the job, and Jake had no spiritual connections, other connections driving him on with hopes for the guy.
Speaking on his own behalf, slowly gave Sean the chance to walk away, "I am sure I can overcome any obstacle which might come my way. I also work well with others and will pick up a quick rapport."
As with others who have sought out summering on Fire Island, Jared asks, "Usually, someone who seeks employment, will have a job before they look for a place to live. Where are you staying?"
He could very well say, but then it would present the problem, why he needs a job at all, but Alay went on trust, "Korbeau's. Do you know it?"
Then Jared had his suspicions, but more wanted to rationalize it out, "$250 a night, Korbeau's?"
While he got his thoughts together, on how much information to share, Alay alludes to, "It's complicated."
They had taken seats at a little round table, offered to people to fill out registration forms, Jared saying, "Might help the selection process if we start at the beginning. This way I won't have to have my security people," which amounted to `Joseph', "check you out. You know how these things go," Jared labors, "references, past work history, then it has to be all typed up and by the time it gets to me, a week's gone by, when possibly an applicant could already be drawing a paycheck."
Sounded logical to Alay, but the 25-year old wasn't sure about trusting just anyone, is frank, "I would like to trust you."
"Have I given you anything to go on, which would make you think you cannot?"
He had to think quick. For one, he thought his interviewer was quite good looking, something not a primary thought in this conversation, but would be a nice fringe benefit. Although, he knew he could not be too forward. It was something he was running away from in the first place, people knowing he was gay.
Then, Jared made it much more easy on Alay, by accident, breaking his own rule, about mixing business with pleasure, greets Jay, rolling in from the gym, "How was your session today, bro?"
"Fine," Jay says, watching Jared stretch over the top of his chair.
"Hey, Eric," he gives Eric a peck on the cheek, "my brother got you going crazy yet?"
Leave it to Jay, even though they laughed, "How's that rule go, Jare, about mixing business with pleasure?"
He hardly said much to Jake, but Jared uses him as a scapegoat, "Jake wants to talk with you."
"Jake? Where is he?"
Sitting at the counter, behind a sign, it was tough to see the lanky lad, "I'm over here, bro!"
It worked, Jay finding his own way over to the counter.
Suddenly, Jared gets a call, something important about a yacht sale, from the satellite store. He didn't want to be rude, a couple of hundred thousand dollars ruled, "Uh, Eric, this is Alay Terzian. I have to take this call, would you mind finishing up the interview?"
Eric didn't mind. Not at all. Only problem, his past history put him as a quarter-time paramedic turned physical therapist. He could carry a conversation, could probably fake it, but hadn't a clue to which order he should ask questions.
Behind the counter, Jake stood, Jay over the edge, saying, "Man, I feel like we haven't talked for weeks. What've you been doing?"
Right away, Jay cuts in, "In case you haven't noticed, Eric is more than my trainer!"
"I should be jealous," Jay is eager to spread his own joy, "but I have a dude interested in me, too!"
Eric was easy to describe, on account of Jake has seen him, in and out of clothes, around Warrior One. It was easy for the two to segue towards the new love of Jake's life, "His name is Dominic. Dominic Mastriani."
"Italian? Bet he's tall, suave, dark and handsome?"
Jake had to laugh, "Hardly. More big around, but," Jake tones down his voice to confide, "really loaded where it counts!" Then, realizing the descriptive language, in which one dude tells another `how big', the counter obstructing it, "Oh, you can't see. Well, take my word for it, when he goes in, it really causes pain!"
Nodding his head back and forth, a pathetic notion, Jay says, "And you're into that now?"
"Almost too good to be true. After Master Bartosz I was kind of reluctant, as you know?"
"I know," Jay knows!
"Then, I'm dancing at HOODWINK'd with this dude who picked me up and waltzing in right between us, this big fat-bellied dude inserts himself!"
Long history, the shortened approach, Jake tells Jay about Dominic's inquisitiveness and they wind up downstairs, in The Spin Club.
"We laughed more, than did much of that, you know, pain and prodding stuff. Me? I knew more than he did about this bdsm-shit!"
Fortunately, Jay had time to talk with Jake, catch up, Eric taking the interview.
Soon as Eric was done, he shook hands, which was Jay's cue, "We'll have to get together soon, Jake."
Jake jokes, "If you're looking for me, I'll be hanging out at The Spin Club!"
"Don't joke like that, moron!"
"Sorry, but just to let you know, we're having mostly a romantic time of it."
"Good, Jake. I'm glad you found someone. You're due," Jay says as much as wishing him good luck.
Their conversation rounded up about the time Eric had finished his interview, shaking hands with Alay.
Right after, Sean, who had been right inside the gym door, listening and watching, when Alay left, he was right there at Eric's side, "Did you hire him?"
"It's not my call," though something about Eric wasn't right.
Jay, picking up on it, probably as much as Sean, presses, "And what else, Eric?"
"I know it wasn't my call, but I just felt he was right for the job, um, I... uh... hired him?"
Sean took it like a grain of salt, because he had `found' the applicant, just as he walked in the door.
Jay, he was going on looks alone, Alay a hot guy, whom he could madly fall in love with, except he was kind of keen on Eric. Too, he wasn't sure, a stranger clad in a shirt, if he had as much chest moss as Eric!
Jared, who had taken his call outdoors, finished it out, walking in, saying, "I just ran across our applicant, on his way out. Funny thing is, he was under the impression he had cinched the job?"
Highly defending Eric, Jay almost ran over his brother's toes, saying, "You shouldn't have put Eric in charge of interviewing him if you didn't give him the power of hiring him. Your fault Jare, so don't go putting him down. Besides," here it came, "I think it would be nice having another hot guy working around here!"
His smile could never keep Jared angry, that is, after his accident. Sure, sometimes Jay would use to his advantage, but right now, wasn't taking any chances of his man up and leaving him, over the boss busting his balls!
"Well, okay," Jared has last say, "but remember, the one who is hired, if things go bad, it also looks bad on the one who hired him!"
"Yeah right, Jare," Jay turns to Eric, "don't worry about it. You don't know how many people we've hired and got caught shoplifting in the past ten years. Do you think any human resource person ever lost a job over it?"
"I'll keep that in mind," Eric stare at Jared, eye to eye.
Knowing he was sweet on his brother, though unsure how long it would last, Jared assures, "Yeah, right, bro."
In other words, Jay knew Jared was letting Eric off the hook, "Cool, can we go back to doing handstands?" Jay begs.
"Doing what?" Jared is flabbergasted at such a notion!
Laughing his ass off, Jay knew his comment would over excite his brother.
Since he had other business to attend to, monitoring the sale of that big, big yacht, Jared leaves them with, "If he goes to fall, step aside. We wouldn't want you to get hurt, Eric!"
"Thanks for caring about me, bro," Jay says, knowing he funned.
However, Jay could not believe it, standing on his hands, wheelchair up in the air, even though Randy stepped over to help Eric take hold of the wheels and heft them up. Tom Tucker wasn't too involved, his morning client a `no show', took hold of Jay's ankles. In all respect, if the three men were not in the way, Jay would look like he was really doing it!
Not bent out of shape, just the opposite, Jay was in heaven over the feat. He had to laugh, like he was being short changed, Eric and Randy lifting the wheels higher, Jay disconnecting from the floor!
Drake Hadley took the focus away from Jay, but Jay didn't mind, them all watching Drake get used to his prothetic `blades'. He had tried them out on the beach, which wasn't a good surface for first tryouts. To get the hang of it, he walked along the wall, using the barre for support. That's as far as he got, but like Jay, was delighted by everyone clapping for him.
Tom Tucker tells him, grabbing Drake's arm, "Tomorrow is another day!"
Unlike Jay, Drake's crotch was in perfectly good working order. Probably why he wasn't quite paying attention to Tom's coaxing along in support, but his arm rubbing against the coach's bod, which sent some zings down into his hips! He had to laugh, how serious-unserious a thing like this could occur, getting hard over a mere touching sensation and how Drew, his partner, could mimic jealousy. Sometimes he wasn't sure Drew was joking, but was!
The trainers' time clock was Sean entering the gym announcing, "Time's up by my watch," Sean looks at his watch.
For the past few days, Jay didn't think it was going too swift for himself. He couldn't wait for dismissal and get home to the pool. Today wasn't like that, groaning, "Oh, is it over already?"
Everyday for the past few days, after the call to end the session, Sean would gravitate over to where Greg Smith was, still flat on his back on the mat, "How did you make out today?"
Both knew the score about being gay, Greg saying, "Make out? Like, how would you mean that, Sean?"
Winding down, a trainer could leave his client, but cautioned not to get up without one of them by his side.
Pulled from the Japanese surfing team, Yiroshi Akamatsu, 29yo, had already completed many hours towards his medical degree and knew quite a lot about traditional Asian medicine. Leaving Greg, he left him with sound medical advice, "You be good."
Greg knew Hiro meant it in a different respect, but he couldn't help toy with Sean, "I'm supposed to be good, but when I'm with you, it's tough not being bad!"
Wearing an orange Warrior One tank, it wasn't the first time Sean has seen it rise up Greg's bod, to where his entire smooth sixpack could be in view, "Bad? Not here, but if you want, we can go back to my place sometime?"
"And be bad?" the nineteen year old says, giving Sean the hint, going for one of his crutches.
"Need help with that?" Sean asks, bending over.
"Nah. Just want to see how tight your ass is!"
Assaying the situation, Sean replies, "With your bum leg, I doubt you're in any condition to..."
"Oh no, don't get me wrong," Greg clamors, "it's not your ass I'm after... well not for the reason you think so?"
"Let's hope not," Sean sort of panicked on himself!
There was enough time left, for Greg to call his brother and tell him, he didn't have to meet him at Warrior One and he would find his own way home. Of course, Garrett, Greg's brother, who was on the F.I. Police force, interrogated Greg over the details, but was somewhat satisfied releasing him into Sean's custody.
To be sure, after Garrett hung up, he called his good friend, Joseph Rocco, to make sure this `Sean' guy was okay with Greg. While he had Garrett's ear, Joseph asked him if he came up with any roleplay's he was aching to try!
At the house yesterday, Eric had taken the liberty to check out the kitchen, noticing it ill-equipped with both food and prep tools. The food, they passed by Westside Marketplace, Jay given the task to check off as Eric picked out stuff.
"Hey, cowboy," Eric hears, turning around, seeing Jay flirting with a dude in a cowboy hat.
"Hi, yourself," he looks down, sees Jay affixed to a wheelchair, "what ya ridin' there, pardner?"
A year ago, Jay could be touchy on the subject, but thought it only fair, since he called out the cowboy, "A real bronco sometimes, getting around town!"
Holding banana, broken off the bunch the cowboy was fixing nicely on a shelf, it would look like, to Jay, he was about to crack a `cock-joke', "I more prefer surfing, but I've got to be making a living, so I'm here."
"I'm Jay and the dude over there with the butternut squash in his hand is my," Jay wanted to say boyfriend, but tells him, "friend, Eric."
"Terence Vascelino," he says, putting down his banana and reaching over to shake Jay's hand.
It made Jay giggle inside, thinking of what vaseline could be utilized for in a pinch, "Nice to meet you. I didn't see you working here last time?"
At 28-years old, he wasn't one of the teenaged-college crowd, "Nah, got a late start on looking for work, so had to take what I could get."
Suddenly Eric comes over, "Jay, we got a problem!"
"What's up Eric?" Jay could see his blood pressure elevated.
"I know I left the paramedic's squad, but one of my buddies got injured while on call and I'm the only person they could think of to call, to cover. I was wondering. Do you think you could call someone else to come get you?"
This has never happened to Jay before. It didn't give him time to think, like could he get home by himself, or one person to single out. Then he thinks of the only person who drop what he doing, "Sure. I could call Joey."
"It's okay, then?" Eric says, biting a lip.
Cowboy hat turned towards the two, "I'll make sure he gets home. I'll just tell the boss I'm making a delivery!"
So it went, Jay finishing the shopping, Terence manning a cart and when he passed Kiernan, told him to tell the boss he was making a delivery. Of course, Kiernan asked him if he needed any help!
What looked like a lot, was really a lot of small items, except the dairy. Terence had brought a knapsack, which Jay made fun of, because it looked like a saddlebag one would throw over a horse, but contrary, "You look real authentic carrying the bag. Were you a real cowboy?"
"I've been a lot of things. Once worked the fazendas and..."
"What's a fah-zen-zes?"
"Fazendas," Terence reiterates.
"How do you spell that?"
As Terence spells out, "F-a-z-e-n-d-a-s," Jay trying to write it on his mind in the air.
"I think I get it. What is it?" Jay inquires.
"Brazilian cattle farms. Sorry. Sometimes I think everyone should know what I know!"
"Well that would be cool," Jay replies.
"Oh? How's that go?"
"Because, if everyone were the same smartness, then we wouldn't need teachers!"
"Good point," Terence says.
At the register, Terence had already talked Kiernan into covering for him. Jay didn't have to do a thing, Terence taking an item from the cart, placing it on the counter, Nash McNear, who asks, "This all for you?" he looks down at Jay in the chair.
Thing is, Jay wasn't sure exactly who-all was living at the house he now called home, playing it safe, "No, more than me."
When things got busy, like they were now, at 1:30 in the afternoon, whomever was stocking, might get called to the front to bag.
At first it had been Jay sharing the attention with Terence, until Nash finds out Terence is leaving the store, on company time, "And Arne said that was okay?"
"Um," Terence acted like he was shy, blushing, "I didn't exactly tell him. I told Kiernan to tell him."
"I know he said the customer comes first, but I'm not sure..."
Well, their sureness ran out, Arne approaching the register, "Where the hell do you think you're going?"
"I'm helping the customer," Terence sways his thumb over in Jay's direction, "like you instructed us to."
Just what Nash was talking about, Arne comes back with, "You leave it upon your own judgement, at the busiest time of the day, thinking it's all right?"
Jay didn't say a word, could not believe the turnaround in Arne's behavior, since last time he was in the market, but didn't say a word.
Nash tried covering, "Terence is new here. Maybe he didn't understand all the rules."
Jay's eyes were wide as saucers, surprised no less, hearing Arne put Nash in his place, "When I need you're fuckin' opinion, I'll ask!"
As Jay finds out, Arne is not a really nice person to work for. With him walking away, Jay asks, "Um, should I like, call for someone to come pick me up?"
Nash, punching items into his register, Jay could tell Terence was thinking.
He didn't need to ask, Nash doing it for him, "What's on your mind, Terence?"
"I have a good mind to walk right out here, here and now!"
There were two differences between the two workers. Nash's family had a lot of loot. He was only there at a mediocre job, working for minimum wage, because his father said he had to get a summer job and see how the other `less fortunates' live. Terence didn't have much of a choice if he wanted to stay on the island. Right now he had about $100 in his pocket and for a pillow alternated between park benches and a group of trees near the beach, in someone's back yard, gone undetected.
Didn't matter much to Terence, more adept at standing up for his rights, "Yeah, sounds like a good idea to me," he says, like someone put the buzz in his ear.
Jay got quite a jolt though, watching Terence remove his white apron, shirt down 3 buttons and looking at all that black chest hair, he forgets he's not alone, "Wow!"
"Beg your pardon?" Terence thinks Jay mentioned something about what he was about to do.
First Jay bit a lip. Then, thinking his way out of this, says, "If you do, I might be able to get you in at Warrior One. You surf, right?"
"Didn't finish my story, but yeah, learnt how to do it when I wasn't milking a cow!"
"My brother and me, we own Warrior One and I own a surf shop."
"I would never want to impose on you," Terence says.
Nash slowed down a little. Terence removing the apron, having an affect on him, which tingled all over!
"You wouldn't be," Jay leaves the offer as is.
It had been on Nash's mind, ever since Terence came to work there, a matter of days, had it on his mind to ask, if his 28-year old coworker needed a place to `set up camp'. Falling back on traditional values, Nash wasn't sure if it were right and proper for a 19-year to be living with an older man. As happens, his will towards these constitutions, set forth by a strict bringing up, began to make his will crumble, pulling the pillars right out from underneath rules and regulatory ideas of how life should go.
It wasn't jealousy, but rather gaining the competitive edge, which made Nash cave, "He could stay with me?!" First he looked at Jay, like asking for approval, but then, able to face the fact, feeding to Terence, "I meant to ask," like he really wanted to, "if you want to stay with me, Terence, I've got plenty of room?"
If Nash thought it a one-way street, it wasn't the case. In his teen years, back in Texas, Terence had always spied upon older, college and late-20's guys. The older he got, the less appeal, which made him drive that age requirement down the scale. It was Nash whom he first spoke to, 3 days ago when cinching the title of fellow stockboy, which he laughed at, because he was a man and not one of the `boys'!
Jay smiles. It's not like this hasn't happened before. Fact remaining, in the past few weeks he's been on the verge of picking up a guy, or a guy showing interest, only to have the cookie crumble to dust... he had to remind himself, being in the wheelchair, he wasn't top draw when it came to being a magnet for men...
"I suppose I could," Terence signals his nervousness, rearranging the cowboy hat, which sometimes, like now, he took it off, shaped it and then placed it back on.
Concerned about coming and goings, to and from work, Terence show the biggest issue, regarding mornings. When he awoke, like clockwork, his hand around his semi-hard shaft, became the major morning event. Sheets `musty', from the previous night, his urge and desire held precedence over having to get up, shower, shave, and do whatever else it took to be able to keep his eyes from fluttering shut.
"Where would it be, you live?" Terence was a little edgy, in the asking.
Nash play with his fingernails, a trait of being shy, touchy on such subjects as men, male, being gay, the mixing of each, surprised he could bring up the subject, "I live in the summer house our family has had, but rarely used, over on Banana Drive," he `asks', more than tells!
"Banana Drive?!" Jay exclaims, climbing back into the conversational loop, "Our houses that burned down and fell down are on Banana Drive!"
Terence exclaims, "Burned down!"
"Fell down?" Nash follows up with.
Concisely, Jay tells the story of the two incidences.
Tilting his cowboy hat back, Terence says, "You sure have had a string of bad luck!"
Even though it seemed that way, Jay had to smile at the twang of Terence's accent, "Yeah, but we got another place for me to live."
One thing about living on the island, you had to have big bucks to live on the ocean side and it pyramided backwards, the bay side and then bottom of the graph, the inward parts, where real estate was concerned. When someone mentioned `Banana Drive', you know they had a fat wallet.
Jay, he knew the implications.
Regarding Terence, he acted like his GPS was on the blink, "Around here?"
He could have filled Terence in, but gave the floor to Nash, whom already was on it, "No, Terry. It's due south," his flat hand points the way, like Pastor Mark would pass the blessing on Sunday morning.
Most of the island were of one floor dwellings, like almost the entire commercial area. Bordering the ocean and bay, they could be composed of A-frame or two stories, to accommodate `high rise' interiors, which sent Terence's eyes searching and seeking.
"You can't see it from here," which opened up a portal for Nash's invitation even more, "but we can go look at it, if you want to, Terry?"
"I'd like that," Terence replies, extra excitement to his smile, because he hadn't been called `Terry' since his teen years. All the same, he remembers why he had to leave Westside Market, "Let's not forget about Jay, here."
"Of course," Nash replies, thinking he did forget about Jay/ Who wouldn't have, with a delicious hunk-of-a-man in his zone?
Holding one of the most important parcels on his lap, Jay says, holding up a squishy bag, "Hey guys, I think this is history!"
Terence snaps out of it, "Golly, I forgot about that!"
"We got bags for that," Nash equally helps with the bag containing the melted containers of Ben & Jerry's.
Left alone with Terry, Jay just sighed a long exhale.
Texas accent, Terry apologizes, "I'm so sorry about that. My fault, I should have known, with the trip back that..."
Not caring a single bit about the mess, Terry talking to him gave Jay the opportunity to look upon the man, take in all that manly, rodeo-type persona, gaze upon him like he was taking stats with the tailor at Montero's.
Make no mistake, Nash could weigh in as a hot, muscular guy, but more slender a frame than Terry, tall and wide-shouldered, which finally, when Terry does shut the fuck up, "No problem!"
Only regret, Jay had wished he could feel below the waist, because he was sure, with Terry mopping up the condensation on his lap, he would have been rock hard. Then again, it might have been kind of embarrassing...
"Here's the freezer bags," Nash says, handing one to Terry.
Jay was impressed by the two working together. Some items, like the little tubs of ice cream, Terry tossed them, giving Nash hint to go find two more.
Jay chuckles, "Kind of bossy, aren't you Terry?"
Time froze, Terry bossing', "Okay, I'll find the ice cream and you' finish mopping up, Nash!" he looks down upon the 19-year old, passing by, sticking his tongue out and making a contorted face.
Somehow, the situation, according to Jay, didn't iron out, "Terry, he's kind of, you know?"
"I know, but he's funny too," Nash replies, seemingly afraid to wipe Jay's pants off, stands there with the roll of paper towels, handed to him by Terry.
Because it was left upended, Jay asks, "Terry boss you around a lot?"
Most of his life, Nash has been in the closet, even when it came to express himself. With Jay, he takes the chance on exposing himself, verbally, "He does, but I don't think he means to. It's just the way Terry is, but I'm not too phased about it, because sometimes, he knows when he's said something he shouldn't have."
`There,' Nash was able to explain himself without alluding to any gay theories. Too, since he stood like a statue, he got out of coming close to Jay's private parts, paper towels stolen out of his hand.
Then, Jay had to wreck a perfectly good plan, "Like, how would that go, Nash?"
He didn't want to elaborate, because perhaps Jay would not understand, Terry giving him innocent massages in the men's room, or speaking so sweetly to him, that Terry was a good guy in his book, Nash left it vague, "He's always helping me."
Jay wondered, if it were the way Jared helped him!
"Okay," Terry holds the Ben & Jerry containers up, like he was making a commercial, "We're out of Rocky Road, but have this new color, Rainblow..."
"Rainblow?" Jay asks.
Nash was as curious, but didn't press his luck.
"Yeah," Nash reads the fine print, "has little bits of bubble gum," furthering, "oh, but not real bubble gum, just the flavor."
"Oh," Jay replies, almost disappointed.
Avoiding the subject, Nash asks, "What's the other?"
Inconsequential, according to Terry, "Oh that, Mint Chip Off The Old Block."
Finally, they were on their way back home, to Jay's pad on the bay.
When they got there, they walked the alley, Jay taking a rough ride.
Upon entering the backyard, Terry tilts his straw cowboy hat back, whistling in exclamation, "Wow, this is some hacienda!"
Right off, comparing his beachfront home to Jay's, "Oh man I wish I had a pool!"
Holding 2 large sacks over one shoulder, Terry squats down to feel the pool temperature.
Jay and Nash smile at each other, emit tiny laughs, because they know they are both on the same track, looking upon Terry's ass, where the shirt has been pulled up, pants hiked down a little, revealing his hairy crevice!
Right after, Nash's heart takes a leap. Did he just out himself?!
Stuck in the position a little, Terry smiles, knowing what those two are giggling. Letting on, he stands, turns around, says, "You two done sightseeing?"
More brazen, Jay a few years older than Nash, more mature in his thinking says, "Whatever are you talking about, Terry?"
Not sure what to say, Nash treats it like anything, "Yeah, like what?"
"Never mind," Terry grabs the freezer bag off Jay's lap, "let's get this stuff in out of the hot sun?"
Since he slipped, Nash figures it was a good slip, without even saying a word, his secret was out in the open. Walking and rolling towards the house, neither one of them mentioned him being gay, which was kind of cool. Of course, he had other thoughts, that maybe Jay didn't pick up on it, liking the fuzzy stuff lining Terry's crack, an innocent joke, that he still thinks he's straight?
A flashback, Nash knew Terry was gay, but didn't have a clue after meeting Jay. Feeling out of the loop, Nash still wondered whether he fit in the circle, took another stab at it, "Yeah, like lube," he completes his thought with a hardy laugh!
Terry had surely been there, Jay occasionally on the sidelines as an observer, a person saying gay stuff, a roundabout means to coming out. One way of receiving such information, Jay strives to make Nash comfortable, "I'm sure Terry can help you out with that!"
Little did Jay know, he's not too far from the truth!
Until meeting Terry, Nash hadn't experienced anything remotely gay, except jerking himself off, when the need occurred. His first day at Westside Market, he went to take a piss.
Westside Market used to be a facility, years ago, as a rendezvous point for construction workers on the island. Resulting from this, when the original owners of the market took over, they remodeled, but left in the `trough'.
Peeing one day, Kiernan had stepped in to use the facilities. Neither one could, nor cared, afterwards, which one glanced to the other's cock, but it was the first time Nash had tried milking another guy's hard shaft, having his own rubbed by a handjob. That was the first time Nash worked a guy.
Second, was when he walked in on Terry, his massive shaft squirting into the trough. From the first experience, seeing Terry take some glances at him, he drew off of Kiernan's forwardness. Feeling Terry's wiry pubes on his hand, Nash knew, if he didn't immediately wind up with a caved in stomach, dislocated jaw, it was okay to keep pressing onward.
So it went, both accepting of the other, Terry and Nash getting each other off. Terry, it wasn't the first time, but Nash kept blubbering on, how awesome it was!
Way ahead of both, Jay had his gaydar tuned in, mental thoughts about Terry and Nash coming in loud and clear. Right or wrong, claiming fame to having been guilty of both, Jay comes out with, "Hey, um, you two guys wouldn't happen to be..." abandons `gay couple', "more than friends?"
Dead giveaway, not which Nash meant it, turns to Terry, "Is that what we are?"
Not that Terry was into concealing anything about himself, more conscious of Nash wanting to, "Whether you know it or not, you just outed yourself, gringo?"
Giggling, Jay says, "And you just outed yourself, Terry!"
Like, did any of them care, the past half hour leading up to all this, Terry turning it all back into Jay's lap, "And you?"
Spry answer, Jay says in a cunning manner, "Oh, if only the plumbing could work, what I'd do to you two guys!"
Nash wasn't sure what Jay meant by that, but by the way Terry and Jay exchanged glances, it had to be something sexual in nature. Instead of trying to match whits, "Um, y'know, I don't think these freezer bags keep the cold in forever?"
Hauling sacks over his shoulders, Terry follows Nash with the freezer bags, Jay leading the way into the house.
Upon entering, they hear a low growl!
"Thor! What are you doing here, boy?"
From hearing Jay's cheerful voice, most likely Thor figured he could call off the hounds, that the dudes with him were of friendly nature, which is why he was licking Jay's hand. Right after Jay rolls by, Thor is sniffing out the two accompanying him.
Big, bold Terry, muscle-built all around, clams up, slips by the door opening, and Thor, "Um, I hope you're friendly," he speaks to the German shepherd.
"Of course he's friendly," Nash kneels down, dropping the 2 freezer bags at his side, putting him at Thor's level. Scratching him behind the ears, "You like that boy?"
Beyond the door, where Nash is still making friends, Terry exclaims, "Wow! Nice place you have here, Jay!"
Nash's double-decker oceanfront beach home ran circles around this, but the 19-year old was humble, "Very... homey."
Though, Jay saw right through him, "Not as nice as your place, I bet!"
Something Jay had, which he hadn't, Nash battles, "You've got a pool and I don't!"
Comeback, Jay says, "You've got a bigger `pool'!"
Nash couldn't top that, but didn't need to, Terry dictating, "Toss the freezer bags over here, Nash!"
Jay takes notice, at Nash calming Thor, to lying down, "At least one of you guys hit it off with Thor!"
Popping a bicep, Terry says, "Dogs are usually intimidated by muscle-guys!"
Precise timing, though unintended, Jared walks in, "More than dogs!"
Having sunk to his knees, Nash looks up, though his path of vision, Jared's crotch, working its way up, "Hi. I'm Nash."
Wanting to keep studying Terry's bicep, and more, Jared looks down, "Oh, hi."
Jay did the rest of the intro's, "Jare, these are the guys from Westside Market, who helped me home, Terry and, well, you already know Nash."
Down on his knees, Jared's cock felt a normal reaction, yet didn't know which way they swung, kept it straight and simple, "I see you and Thor are getting to be good friends?"
Picking up the slack, Jay asks, "How'd he get here? I thought Joey was minding him?"
Rather than explain his `busy' day thus far, geared towards guy meetups, rather than family business, Jared reduced the whole fiasco to, "I met Joey. He had to be off on official business, so I took Thor from him. Then, in order for me to do business, I had to leave Thor some place. I hope he didn't chew anything up?"
Every item Terry placed in the refrigerator, he had to be careful where he put it, such a distraction Jared was for him. Rather than wait for Jay to answer, Terry cuts in, "The place looks great."
Not wanting to `stare', Jared divided his attention between Nash and Jay, but was glad Terry spoke up, "And how was shopping with my brother?"
Unfortunately, Jay would have liked to have to stayed, "Um, I gotta pee. Volunteers?"
Jared was all ready to respond, Nash jumping to his feet, "I can help..." softer, "if you want me to?"
By this time, Jay wanted, "Sure. Come on, I'll show you around," throwing a friendly dig in, "while Jare and Terry get to know each other!"
Squinting his eyes almost closed, Jared sensed a setup, however quietly changed it into a smile, just for Terry, "So, do the rest of your bod parts match that bicep?"
By now, Jared's hip rested on the side of the counter, tie dangling down from the first button open to his shirt. Jacketed, it didn't give Terry much insight to what lay under Jared's clothing.
Sometimes it could be tough to tell, but the hint pitched to him by his brother, Jared feels free to explore options.
Terry, unknowingly thinking much along the same corridor, closes the fridge door, pulls on the back of his shirt, throws out the line, "Shirt seems to be stuck. Mind giving me a hand?"
Not in just tugging the shirt out of Terry's pants, Jared unbuttons the white, cotton shirt, all the way up, remarking as he went along, "Man, you really are ripped!"
"So are you," Terry wears a smile, feeling up center pocket of Jared's dress pants!
"Tell me, did Jay show you around yet?"
Playing along, Terry says with a smile, "Of course not. I was waiting for you!"
Jared leading him off, Terry allowed his shirt to fall off one shoulder, then the other, catching it on his wrists like cuffs.
They didn't get far, about the end of the sofa and there's tapping on the glass door. It's sets off Thor barking.
Turning around, heading back, Terry says, "What's Heath doing here?"
"You know Heath?" Jared questions him, same time calming Thor as he slides the door open.
Heath recognizing his friend, sideswipes Jared, "Terry, what are you doing here?"
Fuckbuddies, Jared tries finding out what he already sums up, knowing the two worked a couple of blocks apart, "You two know each other from?"
Line division, drawn up from personal vs. professional, Terry chooses the latter, "Heath, sometimes his uncles send him down to the market for tomatoes, or something."
Unaware if Jared knew Terry was gay, though he wasn't sure why Terry was holding his shirt and not wearing it, gave clue, "Occasionally."
Seeing right through the both of them, Jared says, "Now I know where to get my tomatoes!"
From over Jared's shoulder, back towards him, Terry jerks his head, a sign which Heath picks up, as Jared already knowing he was gay.
To the silent statement, Heath says, "Oh, you know Terry's gay?"
"I think we all know where we stand?" Jared replies.
"Cool!" Heath acknowledges it, "Then we can stop all this sign language," he laughs.
Smiling, Jared knew he liked Heath back at his uncle's place, `Piggies In A Blanket', takes it one step further, "I was about to give Terry a tour of the place."
Tagging along, Heath reveals more than Terry knew, upon Jared's luncheon offer, "I wanted to catch up with you before you gave anyone else the chance to snatch up the position, I'm in!"
"In on what?" Terry asks.
"Oh, you probably haven't a clue, Terry," Jared says.
Standing there in the hallway, right before one of the bedrooms, whom Jared knew Adam and Scott shared, Terry stops, holds his shirt over his shoulder by the hook of a finger, "What's up?"
Before Jared could answer, Heath jumps the gun, "Your boss, Arne, seems he's not the business man he pretends to be. The place is in the red and rather have it close up for good, Jared bought him out."
"Oh really?" Terry's finger relaxes, shirt skiing down his back, but doesn't fetch it, out of shock.
Both spying it, Jared holds up his hand like a stop sign. Reaching down behind Terry, Jared made sure the back of his hand slid down the legs, "Your shirt?" he hands it back.
"Oh thanks," Terry hardly pays mind to Jared's kindness.
Suddenly Jared felt like a loner, Heath explaining the whole situation, from two sources, what his uncles have said and Jared's point of view, "And that's it in a nutshell."
"I wonder where that leaves me?" Terry freezes in place.
Originally, Jared had offered the management position to Heath. Given time to think on it, yet not realizing it, Heath stands down, "I know I came over here to accept the position of manager, Jared, but don't you think Terry would qualify more?"
This was turning into a fuckin' board meeting, Jared thought. More turned on than ever, Terry standing there shirtless, Jared says, "Maybe we should talk about this in my office!"
Office? What office? This wasn't even Jared's house, but he didn't think anything of turning the knob on the spare bedroom.
Of it, Terry's first gut reaction is, "Messy office."
Looking around, Heath asks, "Like, where's the office furniture?"
"Under here?" Terry picks up a pair of briefs, hanging over an opened laptop. Allowing it drop, the screen lights up, "Really, Jared?"
Jared was silent, probably bruised by the unkept room and then, when the laptop screen shows a dude tied up, eagle-spread on a tabletop, balls tied and stretched, clamps on nips, Heath says, "Man, I could go for some of that!"
"Wow, Jared," Terry says, "you're into some kinky shit!"
Because it wasn't, Jared tells, "It's not my laptop."
Heath, squeezing in between Terry and the laptop, says, "I'd sure like to meet whoever owns this!"
Comically laughing, Terry says, "Hey, any of you guys want to tie me down, then make love to my abs?"
Too keyed in on the laptop, Jared jumps ahead of Heath, "I'd make love to your abs, without the rope!"
All for it, Terry makes light of the mess of clothing on the bed, picking up one side of the mattress and dumping it all, of which Jared says, "Hmm, I guess you didn't get that sixpack lying around!"
"Pushups!" Terry means, both physically and sexually.
Originally in life, Jared thought of himself as a top, but after `helping' Jay out with finding himself in the gay world, he's relabeled himself a mixture, "I like to do pushups too?"
It started, standing face to face, kissing, all the while, Terry's hands making Jared catch up.
Even though fascinated by guys in chains, getting fucked by tall shafts, nothing could be more real than the real thing, which Heath notices in the reflective screen. He didn't say a word, but like a cat, stands, whips his tee shirt off, tosses it among Scott and Adam's clothing, sneaks up behind Jared, reaches arms around his waist and starts unbuckling.
"Mm-mm," Jared signals, "I love ice cream sandwiches!"
Pants down to his knees, Heath is squatting down. Tug to the back of Jared's briefs, he exposes the moons, which prompts the 24-year old to stick out his tongue.
While Jared and Terry are still kissing, Heath's tongue is exploring. He doesn't say, but knows Jared's hairy ass is just as delicious as Terry, except he wants to dig in deeper. Standing, he hints, "Hey, you guys want to get a room?"
"We've got a room," Terry replies.
"I mean, a bed?"
Really, it was an excuse for Heath to bed Jared so he could easily slip his pants and briefs off. No way was he going to dig his tongue into the entrance of Jared's cave, with cheeks clenched together. Taking off the pants and briefs was the key to opening it up for him!
"Allow me," Jared went for Terry's belt buckle.
"No problem," Terry smiled back.
Heath, he undid himself, faster than two guys playing around with each other!
Scene unfolding, Terry took to lying down on his back.
Jared, he lay down between Terry's legs.
Very oral in nature, Heath's tongue went right to work, his hands on Jared's legs, spreading them wide.
It was weird, Jared thought, how things all wound up, him sitting on Terry's cock. Heath, he climbed on board the sucking and fucking, 69-ing Terry, except he sucked Jared's shaft, since Terry's cock was already busy!
Later, Heath complained of a sore throat, on account of Jared getting too much into getting fucked, hands pushing on his head to pull up, then slamming down Terry's cock. Even though Terry was soft, after gushing out and down Heath's throat, Jared falling over onto his back, Heath started to gag!
Then they are all shocked, hearing the door open, then close shut, a dude yelling, "Hey, someone's in our room, Scott!"
"Oh shit," Jared calls out to the room, "get your clothes on!"
Clothes... they were tough to find, with Scott and Adam's in the mix.
Heath didn't care, these fine rags looking better than he owned. It came ringing in his ear, something one of his uncle's said, `Until we get a grip on the place, we can't offer you more than minimum.' Didn't matter much to Heath, being he had an affection for sweat, smell and taste of himself!
"Those are mine," Terry got possessive, grabbing his briefs out of Jared's hand.
"No, they're mine!" Looking at them, he realized they didn't have the famous Nouguet pocket, "Oops, you're right!"
By now, Terry had fed legs into his pants, pocketing his briefs!
"Okay, why are you in our room?" Adam walks in, Scott right behind him.
At first, their immediate attention was drawn towards Jared, but easy on the eyes, they pinpointed the other two.
"So," Adam walked towards Heath, "you're into threeways?"
Later, Heath would accuse Jared and Terry of being cowards, but was quick in forgiving them, having another go around, Scott and Adam taking Jared and Terry's places.
All this time, Jay hadn't realized it wasn't Scott and Adam in the bedroom. After peeing, the two went into the kitchen, which Jay found out, Nash knew his way around, promised, if he ever got to cook anything, he wouldn't burn it!
Jay couldn't drink alcoholic beverages, Nash saying, "I'm not crazy about it myself."
"I don't think a person has to have it, to have a good time, but like, I'm not really good entertainment for a guy anyway," Jay says sadly.
"Why not? Like, what do you like to do?"
Jay had to think on it. Much of the past few weeks, his major past time had been, "On the look out for guys in bikinis?"
Rattling off some interests, like checkers, chess, playing cards, "Sailing?"
"Oh sure," Jay says sassily, "can you picture me rolling back and forth with the waves, side to side, I'd probably get seasick and barf!"
"You mentioned this cool guy at the gym you go to..."
"Evan."
"Right. Well, what does he do?"
Telling what Evan has boasted about, Jay includes, "He's got a boyfriend. They go places."
"Like?"
"Rockbottom Marina, in Jersey, some winery out on the island. Not this island, the whole big, Long Island, and... just to the beach," Jay names a few. "Randy's got a car on the other side of the ferry."
"I've got a car," Nash says.
"A nice one?" Jay suspects.
Always reluctant to boast about his family's wealth, Nash could see, where this might work to his advantage, "My mom and dad gave me a car for graduation, a Stingray Corvette convertible, dark lime green, with orange stripes?" he says, like asking for Jay's approval.
"Sweet! When do I get to ride in it?"
"Anytime," Nash shrugs both shoulders.
Then, it sounding fishy, Jay asks, "If your family has so much loot, how come you're working at some crummy food market?"
"My dad was always telling us, we have to earn our own money. Nice of them to give me a car, but they weren't paying for the gas, nor insurance!"
From the kitchen, they had migrated out by the pool. Gravitating over to the bar, because Jay asked for him to get a bottle of water, Nash toyed with a radio, "This thing work?"
They found out, without Jay having to answer, saying, "Oh cool! I heard this song at the gym today. Crank it up!"
It was a new tune Jay had never heard, but so infectious was the lyric, he picked it up in a snap, "Tell me, tell me, I'm not crazy, `cause my vision's blurry, eyes are hazy," he drops out.
"Keep going. You have a good singing voice!"
"Do you think so?" Jay asks.
"Sure. Can you play guitar?"
"Nah," Jay replies, "but I always wanted to learn."
"Well," Nash claps his hands, "there's a new hobby for you!"
"I guess," Jay's not sure.
"Don't act so lame. You should hit your brother up for one!"
"Hit me up for what?" Jared is suddenly in their presence.
Terry, he never did find his shirt, but had taken to wearing one lying around.
Jay notices, "Isn't that one of Scott's shirts, Terry?"
Smoothing the tee shirt down his abs with both hands, Terry looks upon The Foot Doctors logo, lies, "He gave it to me."
Wise to whom was in the bedroom, Jay says, "It's two sizes too small?"
"Is it?" Terry more addresses Jared.
"Yeah, bro, we can see your nips popping right through it!" Jared says.
Nash, quiet until now and with more intuitiveness towards being gay, "I think it makes you look sexy, Terry!"
Walking over to Terry, who was checking out the gas grill, Jared says, "I think you're sexier without!"
They watch, Jared make light work of lifting Terry's shirt off overhead, Jay remarking, "I wonder what happened in Scott and Adam's room?"
"Maybe not as much as went on in the jon?" Nash boldly says.
To match his words, Nash got bold when Jay went to take a leak. Sitting in his chair, all Jay had to do is have Nash help him unbuckle and unzip. The stream could reach the bowl, until he had to get the rim a little wet.
Nash had said he got an idea.
Jay turned his head to watch Nash strip out of his pants, saying, "I saw this on the internet, on one of those kinky websites."
Game, Jay watches as Nash strips all the way. Steadying himself, he slaps the toliet seat down, then stands up on it, facing Jay.
"What of it?" Jay asks, looking at Nash's balls dangling down, him holding his cock.
"It's not going to work," Nash gets down.
"Like, what was supposed to work?"
"Another dude sucks the guy's cock and then before too long he gets peed on," Nash says.
"Oh," Jay says, not saying more, because he knew for a fact, some weird stuff that goes on down at The Spin Club, hearing it firsthand from Joseph.
"I suppose you think I'm weird?" Nash asks, dressing.
"No, but have you ever done it, peed on a guy?"
"Nope. Only saw it. Not sure that it would turn me on."
Chatting, they had missed the whole scene, Jared and Terry stripping down. What woke them up to the fact, were splashes in the pool.
"Hey, they're playing that song again," Jay says.
"Yeah, they'll do that, when someone likes it and calls in to the DJ."
Jared had swam over to the side of the pool the two were on, hangs on with arms flat on the pool pavement, "Hey, what is that song? I think I heard it."
"A new group, I think," Jay tells him. "I heard it at Warrior One today."
"Oh," Jared says, "maybe that's where I heard it." About to swim away, he turns back, "Wait a minute. We don't have music playing at the gym?" He begins to doubt where he heard the Heffron Drive song, places running through his mind faster than semen up the spout!
Without thinking it would ever get anyone into trouble, Jay says, "Sean went out and got a sound system," proudly putting the jack-of-all-trades up, "installed it himself. I think Sean's some kind of electronic genius!"
Not that it mattered to Jay, Jared thinks out loud, "And where did he get the money for it?"
"Um," Jay was a little sketchy on this part, "I think Jesse gave him a credit card?" After saying it, Jay bit his lip, hoping he didn't volunteer too much information. To make up for his actions, Jay furthers, "Everyone is really liking it, the music. Even the trainers think it's a boost for our moral."
Unknown to Jared, while conversing with his brother, Terry was hanging in the water, arms out straight to keep his bod buoyant, taking fluid in, squirting it out of his mouth like a fountain, processing it all, which in turn made him throw his 2-cents in, "If I were you, I'd be happy that this `Sean'..."
"Well, you're not me!" Jared turns around, slaps his whole arm against the surface of the water, causing a monstrous splash.
It wasn't only Terry saying so, swimming away from Jared, with a simple, "Oh, okay," but Jay turning on him, "Like, why are you having a cow, bro? If it's anyone, it should be Jesse you're screaming at."
"I'm not screaming."
Behind Jay, trying to stay out of it, Nash couldn't help but act on the defensive, "Yes you were... um, like, you're voice was elevated..." backs down, "quite some?"
He rambled on, because Jared was dead in his tracks, unable to understand why everyone was suddenly against him.
On the other hand, Jay sat there, focused above Jared's head. He felt sorry for Terry, who was only trying to be a do-gooder. His eyes were also fascinated with the muscled stud drying off, neglected to notice, before he jumped in, Terry wasn't wearing anything. Putting all those ravishing thoughts aside, Jay says, "And what is it with you, that you can't keep a guy around long enough to get into a relationship?"
Nash, he just followed, no idea what Jay meant.
"I'm not getting on this topic today," Jared says.
Of course, Jay's words hit home, Jared feeling a bit sorry the man he just had sex with, especially sensing something more.
"I thought the purpose of Warrior One, was to help me get better?"
Looking over his shoulder, Jared kept tabs on Terry, slowly pulling clothes on over a still-wet bod, while addressing his brother, "I had hoped."
Already, Jay was getting fond of Nash's company, so used the situation, "I'm feeling more like myself," taking Nash's hand, pulling on it, which made Nash bend, "and look, I have a boyfriend...."
Upon which Nash says in an ever-so-soft voice, `We're boyfriends?' whereas only he could hear.
Still ranting, Jay says, "Where's your boyfriend, Jare?"
Glancing towards Terry, Terry looked back at Jay, then went back to tying his sneakers.
They hadn't touched on the subject in a while, Jared too busy juggling businesses and taking on the responsibility of his brother's welfare, "I dunno," Jared surrenders his feelings for the moment, again assuming the position, arms resting on the pool sidewalk, chin on top of his hands, his bod partially waterlogged.
"Is it the business?"
For a change, the tables were turned, Jay taking on the role of a shrink, Jared the shrinkee, "Uh, yeah. Sometimes I feel I'm taking on more than I can handle."
"How come you can't do what you did with Warrior One?" Jay asks in a dignified manner.
"How's that go?"
"Well, you gave Jesse half of the business, but he's like the main manager of the place. I mean, you're not around much, but the gym keeps going, right?"
"Like, what are you getting at here, bro?"
"How come you can't find someone in each of the businesses to be like Jesse and then they can all tell you how it's going?" Jay rattles off.
Jared had to admit to himself, Jay came up some brilliant ideas.
"I mean, can't Bron run the satellite store, without you being there all the time?" Jay asks.
Nash became a little bored, walking over to where Terry was sitting in a chair. Finished with dressing, putting his sneakers on, he could have gotten up and left, but was more fascinated by the brothers' conversation. Probably, too, his ass glued to the chair meant he didn't really want to get up and walk out of Jared's life!
"I suppose," Jared started thinking more, the wheels in his brain turning. "And I suppose I could appoint," more thought, rather making a hasty decision, "JT has been bucking for a promotion. I know he could use the extra `wage'."
"Okay," Jay cheers up, "there you have it. JT runs the main store, Bron the satellite store, Jesse runs Warrior One and the surf shop, `me!' What else do you have to worry about?"
A break in the conversation, they hear a bunch of pirates coming from the house, yellin' and screamin', totally in the buff, run out and jump in the pool!
"What the hell?" Jared turns around, getting totally bombarded by tidal waves and splashes.
Swimming over to him, Heath surfaces, saying, "Hey, by the way, I thought about your offer."
Sketchy on the details, even though he knew he said something to Heath, "What offer?"
"To be your store manager at Westside Market," he doesn't wait for Jared to catch up, "I've decided not to take it. Instead, I'm going to college," turning his head back to the two lovers, hugging each other in the pool, "I've decided to go into business with Adam."
"Oh," is all Jared could say.
Turning back to Jay, for all the answers, he's met by two sneakers in front of him, pants attached. Looking up the pants, to Terry's crotch, he stares into a pair of eyes.
The splashes got him a little wet, but standing up to dry off wasn't the reason he walked along the rim of the pool, Terry saying, "I guess that means I could be up for the job of store manager?"
Settling his differences, because Jared knew he was wrong, acting out in anger, water rushes down his bod, hauling himself out of the water. Face to face with Terry, he says, "Fine, long as you don't mind having an asshole for a boss?"
Smiling, it was like something evil came over Terry, "I don't mind your asshole at all!"
Expecting something a little more civilized, Jared grabs the middle of Terry's shirt, wads it up in his fist, "Is that so," and falls back into the pool, dragging his prey with him!
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Copyright 2014 T. Chase McPhee
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