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FiRE iSLAND BiKiNiS ~ `beLLyhOLe ALeRt!' 01 WriTten by T. Chase McPhee
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Tuesday morning sun arriving over the horizon of the Fire Island community, mixed reviews were captured of how today was going to play out.
Homer awoke, feeling up the sides of his bed, coming up empty. A fog, or hangover, whichever he was perceiving it as, wasn't into definitions, but did try to recall events of last night. One or the things which did bug him, was who glazed over his bod with their tongue and which of the two in bed with him pleasured him with a hot fuck?
Jay had quite the shock of his life, as the sun came at the house from the side, casting a few rays in through the louvered blinds. Remembering he nodded off to sleep in the middle of watching Nash and Tim shaking their booties, he was quite puzzled to how he fell asleep at the bar, only to wake up in bed, "Timmy?" Then he remembers, Timmy growing up, "I mean, Tim?"
In the middle of the two sacked-out bods, Jay, feeling some mischief on his mind, lifts both arms, hovers them over each of his sides, flips both palms over, which makes the smile turn into an evil grin. Pouncing down, he slaps both stomachs!
"Hey!"
"Oh shit, Jare, you scared the shit out of me!" Nash is woken up out of a sweet dream, but then discovers how partying can leave a guy in the morning, holding his forehead, head crashing into the pillow.
Looking up, at Jare, upside down, his brother questions, "What's this all about?"
Truthfully, Jay responds, "I dunno. When I conked out last night, I think my chair was up against the bar. What happened between then and now is a mystery," which in saying it, made it seem like Jay was looking for answers.
"Oh," is the only reaction Tim can register, before his head takes the plunge too, muttering, "Will you explain it to him, Nash?"
Nash didn't respond.
Having a thought to himself, Jay shares, "Um, which one of you guys want to help a pal out and give me a piggyback?"
Both knew what `piggyback' translated to, which if no one responded, they would wind up in soaked sheets!
"Like, how bad do you have to go?"
It made Nash uncover his eyes, not necessarily looking upon Jared for the reasons he stood in the doorway.
Tim, feeling a little bolder than yesterday, says, as his elbows support the weight of head standing erect on his shoulders, "Oh man, I wish I had this to wake up to everyday!" Head aching, it makes his floppy hair responds to air evacuating out of the pillow.
"I suppose I'm elected," Jared folds his arm back in place, silhouette of pit hair fading, as he walks into the room.
"Don't worry, bro," Jay says, Jared tugging at his legs, hauling him out of the bed so as not to disturb the two dead weights at his brother's sides, "I ain't gonna trickle down your back!"
From much experience, Jared places his bare back to his brother's chest, bends in a squat, "Okay, climb on."
As it goes, Jay latched arms, as best he could, over Jared's shoulders.
Teamwork was required, as his Jared straightens out his legs.
Sliding hands down Jared's chest, then coupling hands around the front of the neck, Jay is ready for the long haul.
"Oh man," Jared comments, standing.
Jay's bod slacking, "What're you complaining about now?"
"Not complaining. Only, you seem lighter for some reason."
"What do you expect, when I'm working out everyday, or almost everyday?" Jay boasts, as they start traveling.
Jared smiles at his brother's progress. Not only physically, but it seems Jay's attitude has taken a few leaps and bounds, improving his self esteem, "I suppose that's it!"
After peeing, stopping, peeing again, Jared checking in between if `that was it', Jay finally says, "Okay, I'm done."
It had started out with Jay holding his cock, but at the end, Jared got a little horny on his bro, "Allow me!"
Jay turned his head, as Jared leans forward to squeeze the last little bit out, "Good morning!" he kisses Jared on the cheek.
"What was that for?" Jared asks, paying attention to the last squirt.
"I dunno. I think I feel asleep at the bar last night. Then, waking up in bed, I have my suspicions on how I got there, considering you were standing at the bedroom door this morning?" Jay explains his detective work.
"Shower?"
"Why not?" Jay replies, knowing it would go the way it went for the past year.
Yet, showering with his brother was a more intimate, brotherly way of thinking.
"About last night," Jared juggled Jay, sitting him on the still open-lidded toilet bowl, hand to chest, other hand playing with the shower faucet, "I happened to see you slouched over at the bar."
"Still looking out for me?"
"Does it ever stop?" Jared says, casting a smile to his brother.
"You're supposed to be getting on with your life and letting me get on with mine, you know?" Jay tells him.
"I know, but old habits die hard," Jared adjusts the shower.
"How about a bath for old time's sake?" Jay asks.
Jared replies, "Bath it is... for old time's sake!"
"So, how come you're not all hungover this morning, like you didn't take a sip of beer?"
By this time, hot water pouring into the tub, door only an eighth of an inch ajar, the room had filled up with steam, Jared clues Jay in, "Apparently you and your buddies had the same idea as Yashir and I, arriving at HOODWINK'd a half hour after you. We were checking our shirts in and while Yashir was getting acquainted with Tom Wain, you know what a flirt he can be, I spotted you at the bar. At the time you were talking with Evan and Randy..."
"Wait! You say Evan and Randy were there? I dont' even remember!" Jay exclaims it, right into the sweaty-haired pocket of the middle of Jared's pecs, getting a taste in his mouth of saltiness!
He turned Jay around, sitting him down first, a splash of water causing a tidal wave, Jared making comment, "Oops," when some water cascades over the side.
"I hope they've got good caulking!" Jay says, looking over the edge of the tub.
"Or else," Jared says, of a situation happening in one of the homes they've lived in, "it'll be raining on the dining room table!"
"Wait!" Jay again relates to last night-into this morning, "We're upstairs?"
"What did you have to drink last night?" Jared asks, putting one hand on Jay's shoulder, other on the tub, using both to sit down in the warm water.
"Dah, I'm not supposed to drink, remember?"
"I know, but I thought you might have forgotten?" Jared interrogates.
Jay says sarcastically, "Dah, if I forget and drink alcohol, I die. Um, like, don't you think that's enough to make a person not do it?"
While Jay was talking, Jared had carefully caressed his brother, both arms around shoulders, bringing Jay's back to his chest, "Don't even say things like that."
"You asked," Jay refutes.
"Okay. Forget about," Jared admits guilt. "About Evan?"
"Oh yeah. What about Evan?" Jay moves on, realizing, "Hey, he wasn't in his chair!"
"I saw you crying. I wanted to come over, but Yashir had hold of my arm and was still chatting up Tom."
"Um, yeah," Jay says solemnly, "but Randy took up the slack."
Knowing what Jay meant by that, Jared jokes, "Trying to steal you away from me!"
On the rebound, Jay says, "No one will ever take you away from me Jare!" he rubs his brother's thighs, under the water.
"Um, like your ass is already stimulating me, so watch the hands?" Jared gets playful.
"You want to stick to the story, bro?" Jay replaces hands on his own thighs, plays with his own cock and balls, even though there's only a trickle of feeling.
"Yeah, well, I'm not torn up about Randy hugging you. Not being suspicious of his intentions, I'm glad there are other people, like him, Joseph and others who are caring about you. It made me feel like I could be there, have a good time and not worry about you."
"Okay, that was cool. I think I remember, but I thought it was a dream, because Evan was on crutches. I dunno," Jay gets frustrated.
"I just want you to know, even though I'm not always able to rescue you, there's always friends around, which we might not know about. Truth is, it was Randy who came to me later to tell me you were at the bar and it looked like you had called it a night. Nash and Tim were having a good time and I didn't want them to stop, so I volunteered to bring you home."
"But what about Yashir and you?" Jay nails it.
For a second, Jay turned his head, which made Jared's mouth smoosh up against his cheek.
Upon speaking, Jared's first word was muttered, repeating, "Yashir said he would be fine, for me to go ahead."
"Are you kidding?" Jay lightens up, "Leaving your boyfriend in the same space as Tom Wain? You know what a fox he can be!"
"Don't I know it, but at the same time, Yashir and I, we're not just friends, not boyfriends," Jared tells his brother.
"You could've fooled me. I thought you and he were getting it on?" Jay says, staring ahead, "Hey, look!"
Ignoring the little yellow rubber duckie sitting in the corner near the faucet, Jared says, "I'm still getting used to the idea of you being on your own."
"Gimme rubber duckie!" Jay says, like a little kid.
One hand over Jay's chest, Jared leans forward. Able to reach the yellow tub-toy, he remarks, "Good thing your ass can't feel!"
"You didn't!" Jay exclaims, not noticing Jared holding the duckie to his chest, holding like for dear life as they both recline.
"I wish!" Jared replies, smiling.
He took the toy, once again back to chest position, Jay realizing, "So you didn't get off last night?"
"Are you joking?" Jared shares, "Let a churning set of balls go to waste?"
If Jay could get horny, loins churning up the juices, he probably could have shot a load of goo, hearing Jared talk about the early morning volley with Homer, in his bedroom, "I for certain was not going back to the club and feeling hungry, headed for the kitchen, where I met with Homer's butt sticking out the opened refrigerator!"
Giggling, Jay says, "Did you pork him right there?"
"Not right away. First I let him know I was behind him!"
Jay tries picturing it, "But if you didn't poke him there..."
"Who says?" Jared half-jokes. "I gave hint!"
"Like `I' gave hint?" Jay says, basing it on old times.
Recalling the days of more than brotherly love, Jared says, "I learn from the best!"
Jay's cheek right there, Jared affectionately kisses his brother on the cheek. Same though on his mind, if was as if Jay acted as narrator, but in his mind, talking Jared through massaging Homer's asscrack with tip of the cock!
"I guess you were hardup for a fuck soon enough?"
"Let's just say, there was a reason for Homer to give me the tour of his backyard hut!"
Jogging both out of the subject at hand, Jay sniffs, "I smell coffee brewing!"
Drying off, reporting downstairs, Jay transported on Jared's back, they are met in the kitchen by Nash, Tim and Homer.
"Oh," Homer replies, slow, stuttering, "I guess I got a little behind this morning," a look to Jared.
Like sliding into the gravity of a situation, Homer's towel tucked in at his side, Jared walks into the same kitchen space, "How was your orgy last night?"
Comparing notes, Jay, Nash and Tim went back to the windowsill.
Casually, Homer says, "Oh, you know... Suck, get hard, fuck, get off. I didn't hear any complaints from you!"
"In case you didn't notice, I like getting pampered!" Jared replies.
"I like pampering," Homer threw hint!
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Joseph kind of lost track of Keith Karlyle, leaving his cum-slicked bod lying on the rack.
The Spin Club, emptying out, the clock going on 2:30 am, while he saw others dragging their feet, Joseph flexed his biceps, yawning, thinking of how wide awake he could be, against the odds of the early morning hours.
Kenan had never been to a bdsm club, but all it took was walking down the stairs and observing, to kindle his interest. Moderate amount of playing around, Jarrod had originally been one of Joseph's proteges, before striking out on his own.
Yet, Jarrod wasn't full-fledged into the pain and gain game, but loved seeing a boy at the mercy of his big cock!
Kenan drawing Joseph's interest, decided to stick around until either he lost interest or the three emptied their balls.
Not knowing each other long enough, Jarrod found Kenan quite a surprise. Not which he didn't think Kenan could pull it off, being a hot master, but like himself, could swing the gate either way when it came time to subdue or be subdued.
For Joseph, it was all good. Ringmaster of the scene, it was fun playing with Keith Karlyle.
Having not connected recently, Joseph was stunned by Jarrod saying what an awful shame Keith's chest gummied up with an abundance of slime.
Roles being defined, Kenan had a want, to be a wannabe, same time impressing Joseph. Too, with a sense of pranking, he knew he chanced getting an instant workover, but did it anyhow, slammed Jarrod's face into the middle of Keith's chest.
Like egg on his face, Jarrod stood erect, totally bonked out of his gourd, cum covering him as if wearing a wet mask!
Writing on the wall came, Jarrod taking a finger full of the stuff and sucking on his index finger, followed by an almost nonexistent `mm-m'!
Trading off and on, Kenan and Joseph became the main contributors of the scene, Keith and Jarrod spending time in bondage, lying down, standing with hands overhead, or at the end, the four engaged in sucking and fucking.
While Keith was rimming Joseph, Jarrod sucking Kenan, they were interrupted, by a late apology.
Keith knew how it could be, his uncle suddenly wanting something done, like pronto, putting off someone else a minor inconvenience for Cayman Karlyle, reason why Hans Hostaken is so late in his invitation from Joseph.
That last hour, turned four hours into a hell of a night. Right now, Joseph reflected on the hot evening. However, with the exception of Keith sleeping it off on the rack, the place was quiet as a church.
Passing one of the rooms he was shocked out of his gourd, "Oh my, what has happened to you?"
Joseph walks in a room, walks over to where his protege, stripped down to his furry bod, stands eagle-spread on an x-shaped frame, arms and legs corresponding to the shape.
"Uh-anh-ah-uhn-ah," Jarrod mumbles through the ball gag.
Laughing, Joseph gives a flick to the clamp on Jarrod's left nip, "Oh my, what did he do to you?"
By now, the two clamps, chained together have already reeked havoc to Jarrod's pecs, responding to Joseph not plucking the gag out of his mouth, "Oon-ah-arh-oom-moo!"
"Oh," Joseph doesn't get it, but knows what Jarrod most likely is trying to communicate, "you want me to remove the gag?"
Hand slipping down Jarrod's hairy chest, two fingers get caught on the chain!
He could have milked Jarrod for whatever it was worth, but decides it not worth it, since a big puddle of goo is on the floor, "Okay. Maybe another time," he reaches behind Jarrod's head with both hands, "when the reserves are built up again!"
"Ooh," Jarrod sighs, moving mouth and lips around for some jaw exercise, "why didn't you do that sooner?"
Going at the leather cuff on Jarrod's right wrist, Joseph says, "Because I thought maybe we could still get it on?"
"In case you haven't noticed, my load is on the floor," Jarrod blames, "that sneaky Kenan!"
"Oh? Your bottom get the best of you, Jarrod?" Joseph laughs.
Knowing how even and hour in bondage can cause temporary paralysis to limbs, catches Jarrod's chest on a shoulder, lowers him to buckling knees, "Oh man, my legs feel like jelly."
"Hit and run, huh?" Joseph says, knowing how it could go at The Spin Club, finding a hot guy, playing with him, sucking or fucking intertwined with some hot s&m action, blowing their loads... Two hours later, it's all history.
"In case you hadn't noticed, it's a `big' puddle under the frame?"
"Oh," Joseph giggles, "so no fuckin' around?"
"I could go to another round, if you're game?" Jarrod says, trying to firm up his limpid meat.
"Try it," Joseph nicely warns, "and you'll be walking around with your cock and balls in a cast?"
"I think I'll pass," Jarrod replies.
They knew, both primarily tops, faking each other out.
Walking upstairs, Jarrod gives Joseph a synopsis of his and Kenan's night together, which became a stalemate of who fucked who. Instead, they had a kissing match, which led to mutual sucking, 69, more kissing and then Jarrod pinned up against the wall. All Jarrod could do was moan, Kenan's talented tongue working him over, from lips to toes. Like Kenan was the dominant one, ordering Jarrod to turn around. Not-so-sweetly, Kenan spreads legs with a foot, presses Jarrod's junk up to the wall, only thing he could do in order to tongue-fuck Jarrod's hairy ass.
"It was so sweet, I found myself crumbling," Jarrod reports.
"So, you got fucked after all?" Joseph says, standing at the shirt' counter, waiting for a check boy'.
"Tongue, yes, but it was real sweet turning the tables on the boy, his balls to the wall!"
Each time Joseph was at The Spin Club, it turned him on to know who occupied a room and what they were up to. If it were someone he knew, he would meet and greet, asking what was on the agenda. Often he would be invited to `help out' or asked for some expertise, which boiled down to the same thing, two-on-one and oh what fun that ride was!
"Can't say I'm not," Joseph makes like he's having a tissy-fit, "appalled your top didn't invite me!" he smiles.
"He's not my top," Jarrod gets adamant.
"Whateva," Joseph doesn't tangle, "at least you could have done is invite me in for a moment, when I stuck my head in the door?"
Jarrod knew it would come out sooner or later, what he was to Kenan for the night, "It wasn't my place to invite?"
Mellowing out into a smile, Joseph leaves room for speculation, "I hope you were a nice little cocksucker?!"
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With no direction in life, except going off to college, majoring in `something', didn't-know-what, Tim was glad to finally have friends, "So, what are you guys up to today?"
"Warrior One, what else?" Jay says.
"Work," is all Nash said, tying his sneakers, but in reality he was excited, thinking of first day, working for Terry, his new boss!
"I guess I'll hang out at the library or go swimming," Tim replies.
They had already heard Tim's story, of only being able to get employment in the afternoon, leading into the nighttime hours.
"You can come with me," Jay volunteers, with something else on his mind, which wasn't sex, or lack of it, for a change.
"I guess I could," Tim couldn't decide.
Soon as breakfast was ready, Homer was out the door, having to run errands at the hardware store.
Jared had grabbed coffee, but couldn't pass up eggs, bacon and an English muffin, before heading out to work.
It left the trio out of the deck, talking over how their day was going to pan out. Latter days of the week ran into the next, Jay asking, "Like, what are you up to for the 4th?"
June faded quick enough, July on the calendar after the weekend hump, Nash saying, "Nothing much. Usually I leave that up to Homer. He likes springing surprises on people."
Tim just shrugged his shoulders. Not boyfriends, but friends, he adds, "I don't know what Sean has planned."
It opened up the table, a subject they had skipped over, `boyfriends', Jay asking, "You mean Sean Hardy?"
Unlikely, odd couple, in Jay's eyes, he had to confirm, "You and Sean are a couple?"
Shrugging both shoulders, Tim says, "I don't know what you would call us, but I don't think it's love?" Thinking on it, definitely not a full blown love affair, "On second thought, no. We're not a couple." His own psychology, "Couples have sex and are always all over each other. Me and Sean, we haven't even kissed."
Like a kink in his neck, Jay says, "Sounds like `friends', but doesn't mean it couldn't lead to something more?"
Well grounded in his thoughts, Tim says, "I'm only 20-years old. I've got plenty of time."
Nash, not sure if this was right or wrong, just hearsay, "But find a guy before you're 30 or you're out of luck!"
"Really?" Jay knew that was wrong! "What about 2 dudes who are thirty and hookup?"
Clasping hands in a thunderclap, Nash says, "Well, I guess that shoots that idea!"
It made Tim smile.
Jay, he gloats, fists waving overhead, "Oh yeah, I'm the man! I'm the man!"
Nash comes back with, "Uh, don't let it go to your head or anything, boyfriend?"
News to Jay, "Really? Is that what we are?"
Nash gives Jay the one-eyed-brow-cocked look and goes about his business.
"I'm just asking, that's all," Jay pleads, wanting to hear it again for confirmation's sake.
Tim stands, picks up his plate from the circular deck table, "I don't know about you, but if we're going to Warrior One and before Sean gets busy, `we' better get busy!"
Jay laughs, says, "Yeah, one thing I learned about Sean, when he's working he's all business. Don't cross him by being late!"
"Which goes for you too?" Nash says, getting himself up.
Rolling his eyes, Jay says comically, "Yeah, like he's a little less insensitive to late clients!"
The only person exempt from `the wrath of Sean', Jay noticed, is Greg Smith, Sean excusing the 19-year old, because he has to walk there on crutches.
Sarcastically, sending a message, Jay tells them, "Like, wait till Greg throws away his crutches, then we'll see what excuse Sean makes up for him!"
However, for Jay and Tim, they knew there was more to Sean and Greg, than a pair of crutches. Their silent stare off sent each other a message, `like who are we trying to kid?'
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The morning was also Jared's first official day at The Nook, taking place solely because he was receiving title to the shop. Already on the premises were the former owner's attorney, his attorney, and Ric Largenti, attorney for J&J Marine operations.
Since the shop did not have the official grand opening, under the new name, the employees scurried around doing their designated tasks, until Jared put his `John Handcock' to the deed...
"Drumroll!" Jerald Carter, the 25-year old, former ballet dancer calls out, hands holding imaginary drumsticks, fingertips tapping on a tabletop, to the rhythm of something he picked up from a percussion piece. Even though he liked club music, could dance equally well to a `One Minute More' remix, he shined at ballet dancing, until twisting an ankle. Now he tried a hand at perfecting his coffee brewing skills, but didn't put to rest his music skills, writing music for people who could think up poetical lyrics.
Unsure about pulling together a crew for opening day, Jared, going on the recommendation of Jesse, pulled a couple of guys from the now-defunct Japanese Surf Team. Two of them, Yoshi and Gaz, stood to Jerald's right.
Twenty and twenty-one years old, Yoshi and Gaz didn't see a future for themselves in surfing, wanting something more concrete. Jesse, in a meeting with the surf team, had specified, if anyone had a problem, he was all ears!
On this, Yoshi and Gaz found their niche at the nook, after Jesse talked things over with the `head honcho', Jared starting them out as waiters.
On Jerald's left stood Todd McNulty, an undergrad student in marine biology, whom worked a few hours at the sealab and needed a few more to bank more loot for college tuition.
Next to him stood Karl Jarlsberg, Jared's new attorney, for island operations and personal affairs, since the family lawyer had retired. Ric was on hand `just in case'. Not which Karl would not mind standing next to Todd, just happened, hovering over Jared, making sure he signed in all the right places, but standing, came shoulder to shoulder with Todd when he stood.
"Hey, pay attention," the back of Jared's hand reaches up, slaps Karl in the chest, "where do I sign next?"
"Oh," Karl is startled, paying more attention to business, nixing the flirting, for now.
"Here," Ric's finger sits on a line, giving Karl the evil-eye, but not too evil.
More than Karl thought Todd a babe hot enough to bed!
By the time Jared was done with The Nook being signed over to him, check changing hands, Karl knew most of why Todd had come to Fire Island for the summer. Ric had eavesdropped!
"Picture!" Jared calls out.
Of course, Karl insisted, even though he was the Evans family's new attorney, he had to stand next to Todd, Ric moseying on in, sandwiching Todd between.
"Uh, anyone see Jay?" Jared looks around.
Yoshi, energetic to say the least, having always been an uplifting addition to the surf team, announces, "I think I see him outside. I go get him!"
Well, not only Jay, but Nash was with him. Thinking there might be question, of how come he was with Jay and not his regular job, Westside Market, renders, "Um, Terry gave me the day off."
"He did, did he?" it rambled around in Jared's mind, if he made the right choice in placing Terry in the position of store manager.
In fact, after the employee' disaster at Jay's Surf Shop, having thrown workers together under one roof for the sake of opening day, Jared had no one to blame but himself. It would often come back to haunt him, his human resources manager, Clark Coolidge, advising Jared, firing' was okay, but leave the `hiring' up to him.
Worst part of the whole thing, he felt so bad, not for himself, but Jay. Going on his brother's own recommendation, they hired Winson Khatri, Jay's bud from high school. Come to find out, Winson was robbing them blind, sticking small things in his pocket each time he left for the day. Pretending to be a friend and leeching off them, getting caught at it, it really affected Jay, until Jared convinced him it was all his own fault. But it made for a lesson in business affairs, being careful to keep the private sector separate from the professional aspect. Only exception to this, Jared was sure there would be no hanky-panky going on between Randy and Evan, on the job.
On this, Jared kept his fingers crossed, hoping the crew at The Nook would pull together, with promise there wasn't the drama which ensued at the surf shop. Apparently mismatched, at times it put fellow employees at each others throats, which didn't go well when the store was open, let alone restocking and cleanup, during non business hours.
After a bunch of firing and rehiring, Jared knew screening employees wasn't one of his fortes. Out of all of this, he wondered whether the surf shop hero', Wayne Terrabold, aka Terror' or `Chris' or whatever name he went by these days, if he should be on hand at The Nook...
However, scanning The Nook ranks, from manager, Barry Walsh, one of the valued workers at J&J's main store, Jared figured Barry could hold the crew together. Easy going, as Barry's employer and personal friend, he knew, in a flash, where the situation called for it, the 31-year old muscle-man could take command of the situation. Right now, putting the framework of Barry Walsh back together again, his mind steering off course, Jared pictures Barry at the company barbecue, in swim trunks and holding a beer, he literally had to slap out of it, Jared giving himself a little pat to the side of the face, wanting to so badly lick clean those bulbous pecs, dotted with perky nips. Then he realizes, nothing he didn't condemn himself for before, leaning more towards a bottom role.
Too, Jared didn't want someone introduced to a job, turn around and up and leave. It had been Barry, hoping to secure a position on the island, with excuse he needed to keep an eye on his twin brother, Kevin, who could get into trouble faster than a person could turn around. Jared was banking on this because, to hire someone, it took investigating a person's background and other paperwork. This Jared found monotonous, resigning to leave it up to Clark. Having worked for his business empire, Jared was relieved Barry only had to sign off on a contract. For the others, Clark had found no reason not to hire the crew presently in place at The Nook, saying he would work on legal paperwork for the Japanese surf team `defectors'.
From there, Jared breezed through the rest of the ranks, Gaz, assistant manager, who had a hand in running the family tea shop, back in Japan, since he was 12-years old.
Jerald Carter, a ballet dancer whom studied at Julliard, but had to quit from a bum foot, position of waiter seemed suitable, for a person light on their feet. Not only an interest in coffee beans, Jerald spent a lot of time in the family kitchen, grabbing up concepts of bread making and other goodies his mom was great at baking up.
He got the heads-up from Joseph, Heath Hutchins could get a little frisky, but as Joseph put it, `just give him a swift kick in the balls and he'll mind his manners.' Of this, Jared said he would make sure to use Joseph's foot! His good buddy wasn't opposed to the idea of helping Jared to discipline the workers, as long as those workers voluntarily met him at The Spin Club.
"I think that takes care of everything," Jared's attorney, Karl Jarlsberg, informs the gathering, capping a favorite fountain pen, used for important matters as this. In saying, Jared and Karl exchanged glances, the other attorney, quick on the draw and light on the feet, packs up and dashes out.
"Was it something I said?" Karl stares through his glasses at Jared, whom had looked up.
Jared says, "Maybe he's straight and thought you were coming on to him?!" he follows with a smile.
"Me? Come onto him? Like, how would that go? Why don't you show me how that happened, so I know... for future reference, Jared?"
Despite the glasses, Jared sharing with Karl, contacts might be a good switch off, he'd love to get twisted up in the sheets with him. Keeping personal, personal and business, business, from getting tangled up with their professional relationship, "We should maintain our low profiles, Karl?"
Karl never forgot the hug and kiss, on the lips, Jared gave him, welcoming him to the company barbecue last year. At the time he wasn't contracted to the Evans family, but a sidekick to the present attorney. In times like these, even though he sensed his boundaries, Karl would joke, "Sure," the blonde says gaily, "but does that include the company picnic?"
Knowing Karl is 34-years old, still single, "Don't worry. By then I'll find someone to do it for me!"
Burnt once, Jared knew, after the barbecue last year, Karl keeping to himself, standing behind the crowd, instead of part of it, but learned he had been embroiled in an affair, only to have it turn sour and not his fault he was wallpaper to a background seat.
He knew the next question to fall of Karl's lips, dreading to name a name, Jared not having a face or name to lend to Karl, but as luck has it, a knock comes at the door, a dude sticking his head in, "Are you open yet?"
"Wow," Karl says softly, almost nonexistent.
He quickly learned the unavailability of the dude, Jared racing to the front door, welcoming, "Yashir, come in. Take a look at the place."
Not only his memory falling back on a failed relationship, at 6'4, Karl was looking for a guy his own size. Olaf, his former partner, wanted to couple up, but not live in a monogamous relationship. Finding out too late, for Karl, he had already fallen in love. One day he found out how Olaf was `not' in love, but for the love of sex, with others, walking out of his life. Skipping over the memories, Karl looked upon Yashir, holding a hand to shake and greet, "Very nice to meet you."
While greeting Yashir, Karl studied the Indian's face, dark hair, stylishly cut, beard along the chops... He wanted to melt!
"It is good to meet you too," Yashir said, breaking off the handshake. In complimenting, Yashir says, looking all around, "Charming. Looks like a place to sit and write."
From there, it came up, Yashir's devoted profession, in search of themes for a bestseller story.
Meanwhile, two of Jared's professional team, not involved in legal papers, come in off the deck, Jared's personal architect, with his arm around another dude's shoulder, "Far as structure goes, I think there is little to be discovered, other than rebuilding the deck, but Elroy here," Johnston McSeain places a hand to Elroy's chest, "has more than a few ideas for the interior which," Johnston breaks from what looks like caressing Elroy's bod, "I will leave you alone to discuss."
Karl didn't even have time to meet and greet, Johnston on his way, like he had a fuck buddy waiting for him. However, it wasn't Johnston whom drew attention, like breathing the deep scent of roses, but Karl, being overtly forward, "Hi. I'm Karl Jarlsberg."
Patrick McElroy, or `Elroy', which he liked, since Jared had pinned it on him since some company barbecue, years ago, Elroy liked the name, forever after using it to introduce himself. "Same here," the 31-year old, whom could pass for 25 or 26, says.
Yashir, seeing the `competition', heads off, scouting out places at The Nook which could put ideas into his head.
Knowing Karl and Elroy met before, Jared didn't let on, would allow nature to take it's course, recapitulating, "So," Jared removes hands from both pants pockets, "given leeway in the finance department, Elroy, how would you like to see the future of The Nook?"
Always with the signature ballcap, red, blue, written on the front, Real Men Do Yoga', Elroy removes the cap, brushes back his ginger-red locks, replaces the hat, all in the name of getting down to business', leads Jared towards a far wall.
Sensing something, Jared turns back, "Coming Karl? Unless you're off to other business?"
He could find some, but making Elroy his business for the moment, "No, I'm free for the morning." If morning ran into afternoon, Karl could be unoccupied as well!
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Having gotten themselves together, Jay, Tim and Nash headed off to Warrior One.
Regardless of Jay being a business partner to his brother, he didn't catch all the news buzzing around, which is why he was shocked out of his gourd, viewing his good-buddy-old-friend, standing around at the front door, a rectangular-blue badge affixed to his chest, reading, `Jake Laslo, assistant manager', "What's up with the badge, bro?"
He knew what Jay meant. There wasn't much the two didn't know about each other, but Jake decides to prank his bud, "Oh that. It's kind of cold in here. You know, when it gets cold, my nips always..."
"Shut up. You know what I mean," Jay gets stern.
"Oh! You mean this?" Jake grabs the side of the badge with finger and thumb, pulling the fabric away from his pecs.
"Assistant manager?" Jay questions. "Where's Sean?"
Two questions fired at once was a little overwhelming to Jake, handling it backwards, "I'm surprised you didn't hear, Jare making Sean his..." Jake acts flustered, "I dunno what you call his job, but he's going to be your brother's assistant, making sure all his businesses on the island run smoothly."
Jay didn't make it a federal issue, Jake making his brother sole ownership.
Having credited something which stood as a horrible fact in their history, confronted by Master Bartosz one night at The Spin Club, Jake with his balls all laced up, ready to be made into really low-hangers, Jay has seen a change in Jake, to which he doesn't question, but said as praise, "I think it fits you!"
Still comparable in height and age, pushing 21, there had been a change in Jake, of which Jay says, of what used to be a lanky frame, "Been working out much?"
Tim and Nash, whom didn't hang around, checked out the rest of the gym, before Nash had to absolutely depart, wanting to be on time `for Terry'.
They missed out, Jake lifting his `Warrior One' tank top, "What do you think, bro... not so mundane?"
Jay had to laugh, not having heard that familiar voice, uttering a favorite word, since he couldn't remember, "Yeah, not at all mundane, huh buddy?!"
Jake couldn't deny it felt good to have a finger run along each part of his work in progress, six pack, minus some of the deep indentations, "Wow, this is awesome!"
"Right," Jake drops his tank tail, smooths it down, which also kept Jay from petting the defined treasure trail!
Keeping his hands to himself, Jay rests elbows on the chair, folding hands like praying, says, "So, are you happy?"
Jake senses something amiss, "I guess."
Further silence dictated something not right here.
"Why do you ask?" Jake said in trying to dig out some missing info.
"Nothing," Jay says, still in praying hand position, smiling up at his bff. "By the way, I hear your father has dudes at his gas station, pumping in their speedos!"
"I know," Jake says, squatting down to Jay's level. "I'm the one who told you. Remember?"
"Oh," Jay replies, giving Jake the silent treatment. Then, "I better go. My trainer will be waiting for me."
Backing up, like out of a parking space, Jake blocking his way, his friend grabs hold, pulling him back, "Not until you tell me what's on your mind?"
"Um, would you believe I miss being in bed with you?"
Not that it hadn't irked Jake, especially jerking off in his morning wood, "No, that's not it. You're hiding something from me and I'm not letting you leave until you say!"
Inconsequential if he did mention it, though Jay wanted to keep it to himself, he didn't want to feel the wrath from a friend, nor spend the entire day in his chair, in the sunny front window, frying, "It's no big deal, okay?"
"If it's no big deal," Jake saw he was making progress, "then why not tell me?" he stood, releasing the hands-braked chair.
"I knew Sean was being made..." he didn't know what it was called either, "Jare's runaround-guy and that Warrior One would be needing a new assistant manager. I didn't suggest to Jared it should be you."
Jake looks at Jay, like he has two heads, "So, what are you saying?"
"I made him make you manager."
"Me? You told him..." Jake says after the fact, of having the badge pinned on, "I was wondering, because what do I really know about running a place? I mean," Jake tells Jay something he doesn't already know, "Give me a surfboard and I'll explain it to you inside out, but manager?"
Seeing an in, Jake's own words, Jay tells him, "That's it, surfing. Like me, you know a lot about surfing, so it shouldn't be so hard running a gym and surf school?"
Jake didn't look at it that way, not sure now if Jay were giving him a line or two, but for certain did not want to get his good buddy bent out of shape, "I suppose. Besides," Jake has already looked upon Sean Hardy as more than a sex symbol, "I've got Sean to look up to."
Jay cracks a joke, "Look up to? Like how do you mean that, Jake?"
Okay, so Sean wasn't tall, a fraction of an inch under 5'10, but packed more munitions in his front and back pockets, yet able to relate something without blowing a fuse. In Joseph's own words, Sean Hardy was a `muscle-cub, who could drive any man to his knees', well Jake wasn't sure about that, because he hadn't experienced it himself...yet!
"Are we still having fun, Jake?"
Blaming his good friend, Jake says, "Now look what you've gone and done!"
It was Sean, but unlike he would find two employees messing with each other in the locker room, he looks at the situation, "Hey," Sean acts cool, collective, "how's it going Jay?"
Jake says, "When you have a free minute, I have something to show you Jake. Meet me in five at the surfboard shed?" he winks!
It's one of the few times Jake had seen Sean, drop the business attitude and joke around, "That's a switch!"
"Switch?" Jay's mind falls into the gutter, "Like how is that going to go?"
Jake returns, "If only I could taste and find out!"
Jay, eager to get it on with his trainer, Peter Brekker, "Well, if you don't hustle it on down to the surf shack, you might never find out!"
Of course, in parting, Jay told Jake to phone him later and tell him how things worked out!
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Over at Korbeau's, Joseph wound up helping to pick up the pieces, after Michael's brilliant idea of putting up a few couples from the high school prom, visiting Fire Island for one last high school bash.
Sorting things out, Joseph acted as mediator, representing Korbeau's vs. `the police', Ian Collins and Kevin Plank.
Michael didn't exactly `enjoy' having his place put in jeopardy for tourists, two boys faced down in the hallway, hands cuffed behind the back, but he blamed himself.
"So much for being the good Samaritan," Joseph tells Michael, "I hope you learned your lesson."
There was more on Michael's mind, him saying, "I just hope this doesn't put a dent in our tourist business."
Of two older onlookers, at the door of their room, a gay couple, they were talking up each other, "Shame they have to take them to the police station?"
"Yeah," his partner quibbles, "uh, think they'll let us keep them in here until the paddy wagon arrives?"
Upon hearing, Joseph didn't condemn the thought, rather giving the couple a wink!
Not only security, Joseph lent moral support to Michael. After Ian and Kevin brought the two boys to their feet, leading them away in their briefs, towels placed around their waists, Joseph lent himself to comfort Michael, "Don't worry."
"Don't worry?" the 24-year old sandy blond stood in the doorway to one of the rooms, a shamble, "I'm wondering if the insurance company is going to cover the vandalism?"
Joseph had all the answers, comforting Michael a hand to his shoulder, leaning on him as if a lamppost, "I wouldn't even report it."
"What?" Michael turns his head, in total surprise, "Are you crazy?"
"Maybe a little," Joseph replies.
"How do you think I'm going to pay to have a room virtually rebuilt," he walks over, putting two fingers in the hole of the wall, much as if lubed up ones filling a man's ass, "with damage like this?"
Handy, was a bed, Michael dropping his ass down on it with a little bounce, "I can't believe I got myself into this," he sulks, hands holding his headache.
To his rescue, Joseph flops his ass down, parking it next to Michael, "And you'll get yourself out. Right now, you should stop blaming yourself and think of who can help you get this room back in shape!"
Turning his head, from what looked like his eyes were set on his own dick, Michael looks Joseph in the face, "You?"
"Have I failed you yet?"
Truthfully, but sending a message, "I sure wish you were around more often?" Michael sets a hand on Joseph's thigh.
"So," Joseph replies in his bombastic way, "make me full time!"
"You `are' full time!"
"Really? When did that happen?" Joseph acts surprised, but knew the facts.
"Uh, like it says it on the contract you signed?" Michael replies, but was way beyond the forgiving type.
"I knew I should have read the fine print!"
Feeling a little less stress, Michael falls back on the bed, looking up at the light, half broken, "So, how do you think I should go about repairing the room?"
"How about a blowjob and a relaxing fuck?" Joseph suggests.
Knowing a strong difference between himself and Joseph, Michael replies, "Sure. Drop your pants and I'll climb aboard!"
"Uh," quite calmly Joseph retorts, "I think I'll pass. Y'know, there's a nice gay couple two doors down?" he stands.
Being looked down upon, Michael, still chilling, "No thanks, Joseph. I have a policy about employees mixing with guests. I wouldn't want to break my own rule."
It put a downer in Joseph's plans, being an employee, having to abide by the rules, like anyone else, "Um, can you fire me and then rehire me in say, a few hours?"
Sitting up on the edge of the bed, popping into a standing position, Michael says, "Okay, you're fired, but I want you back on the job tomorrow morning, the latest?"
"Aye, aye, captain!" Joseph salutes.
Door propped open, Michael alerts, "And Joseph?"
"You changed your mind about the gay couple?"
"No. Keep the room intact. I don't need anymore headaches!"
Door closed, Joseph couldn't contain himself, feeling up his crotch, thinking how lucky either one or both of the gay couple were going to be hopping with joy!
Walking out the door of the totaled room, he sees a familiar face, in a police uniform approaching, calling out, "Here to tie up loose ends, Officer?"
"Looks like I just found my biggest clue," Kevin Plank says, looking in Joseph's eyes, hand on Joseph's `big one!'
Not taken aback at all, Joseph, who had partaken of the dialogue many a time with Kevin, "Uh, watch it. I'm kind of sensitive there. Don't want to go shooting off before it's time!" he scrapes Kevin's hand off his covered endowment.
"I see. What do you propose?"
If it were daytime, Joseph would have used his side door key at The Spin Club. Knowing Kevin had to keep low profile when it came to kinky play, he used the perfect situation, "How about a couple of fresh ones?"
Beer would sound good, but Kevin knew it wasn't on Joseph's mind, "Lead the way."
While doing so, Joseph didn't have many answers to Kevin's questions, first one, gay couple, not which it minded to Joseph, every man wanting to be an explorer!
At the door, before Kevin could even fire the question, into the heart of kinky stuff, they learn soon enough, a Latino answering the door, hairy, sweat-filled chest, draped in harnessed in leather straps... Before even an introduction, "Which one of you can I harass first?"
"Hot diggity!" Kevin says eyes panning, checking the `size' like a shoe. Like with Joseph, hands-on approach, he's filling the Latino in, "I was thinking more the opposite?"
Joseph pushes the door open, "And your other half?" Opening further, stepping by the Latino, like he wasn't paying Joseph no mind anyway, he comes upon a figure, attached to the bed by ropes, "Oh my, what do we have here?" he rubs hands together.
In the real world, Derric Sanders, originally a CK model, later became a part of the administrative force, talent scout for the modeling executive, reporting directly back to the man himself. Right now, the fashion industry he knew was traded in for leather goods, a strange looking item attached to his torso, balls fed through a loop, cinched off, stiff cock assuming a natural, tall phase of sexual prow filling the leather chamber.
Not a warm welcome or simple `hi, I'm so-and-so...', but more selfish answer, Derric says, "I'm into anything sane?"
Liking to think outside the box, Joseph says, "Now ain't that a dam shame!"
Kevin, on the other hand was `waltzing' his way in the door. Confronted with a man much like himself, wanting the upper hand, there could be only one outcome. Either Kevin would be sharing Derric with Joseph and his Latino dancing partner, or would have his own boytoy to play with.
However, he found out certain enough, the man he thought could totally `top' a situation, surrender, "How about turning my sixpack to mush?"
With the uniform on, no one could tell the power of Kevin's bod, tight, hairy pecs, the stripe down the built abs, that v' muscle worshippers achieve, other muscles' below the waist, "First things first!"
Soft talking, Kevin's uniform fully coming off, in turn undressing the leathered Latino, it's no secret what Kevin does to fill his bank account...
In five seconds, Kevin learns Juan Gonzales, from Brazil, in the United States, ready to begin the fall semester at NYU, Language Arts professor, but decides on a period of relaxation, before heading into a busy schedule.
It was important to Kevin. When he was a cop in Asbury Park, he was conscious of the same thing, finding gay players who could keep a secret. It cut down on much action, but Kevin had to live by the rule, at least if he ever did decide to pursue something of a permanent nature.
Working in Manhattan, he could conceal his identity and traveling to a different borough for sex and other `activities', he could be more liberal.
On Fire Island, he could not afford being recognized at The Spin Club, where his profession was concerned. HOODWINK'd was different, an off duty cop mixing with the crowd of dancers and drinkers, with little care to who anyone was or what they did for a living. But the basement?
This is where his friendship with Joseph had kicked in, like now, meeting up with a couple of `trusted' guys who could keep a secret. For instance, he was sure a professor at NYU would not implicate himself, telling anyone he was willing victim to standing eagle-spread and having a police officer pounding his abs.
"That's `all' that turns you on?" Kevin fished for other vital statistics.
About to add more, respectfully to please `the master', they hear Joseph giggle out loud.
Both heads switch to the other bed, victim tied eagle-spread, Joseph playing a cat and mouse game, tapping his cock on Derric's lips.
Derric's head, bopping off the pillow, tongue trying to catch the meaty feast draws some smiles on the other viewers!
"You're so cruel, Joseph," Kevin tells him.
"I know, I know," Joseph keeps up the chase, laughing at how bad this boy wants his treat!
"Some guys sure know how to have fun!"
The snide remark drew Kevin's attention back to his own business, "Can't say I like that attitude, but I sure like this!"
A fetish of sorts, Kevin wets a finger and starting with the patch of dark hair midchest, paints a trail, following Juan's natural stripe, all the way down to where it sinks into the hole in his belly, "Mm-mm, nice and deep. Just the way I like it!" "Whe-ew!" Juan drops his head back, "Never felt that coming," he says of Kevin's ministrations. Kevin doesn't know when he discovered it, moving his finger around, massaging the inner sanctum of a man's navel, something about a slippery finger and especially if the deep recess was hairy, it made his cock twitch as much as a dude's lips wrapped around his mighty tool... Stopping, something Kevin learned from Joseph, when something was going awesomely right, he halts the finger rotations, smiles. "Oh, don't stop!" "Oh really," Kevin replies, smiling, "well, what are you gonna do for me?"
The roleplay begins!
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"The more you stretch, the more you can fit in... spread happiness!" T. Chase McPhee... circa 2005
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Copyright 2014 T. Chase McPhee
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