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FiRE iSLAND BiKiNiS ~ THe LiVinG enD! WriTten by T. Chase McPhee
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Of course, Jared wanted to inquire as to Laif's official business' yesterday, but more important matters first, coffee'!
After a well-deserved night out, Peter had returned to the house well after midnight.
Steve, Laif and Jared had waited up, putting the boys to bed, which included Jay.
Originally, Steve had volunteered to `babysit', until Peter arrived back at the house.
While at HOODWINK'd, Peter, who unofficially was dating Marco, spotted a hot looking dude, whom looked `lost.'
It turned out to be Qazi's first adventure at the posh gay hangout. First time at any public, gay place, he had kept his shirt on.
At first it was a matter of `drawing straws', which would approach the hottie, but in a rush, both wanting to do it, both Peter and Marco slowed worked their way through the crowd.
For Qazi, the 20-year old became the `meat' portion of the sandwich.
"Hey, what's up?" Marco says, bumping his bare chest against Qazi's shirt.
An advantage, Peter thought, was the head on approach, face to face, says, "Some people," he glances over the shoulder, at Marco, "are so rude!"
Marco didn't let it slide, "I agree," he pins it back on Peter, staring him down!
Not sure what was happening, figuring it honestly a mistake, Qazi says, "It is crowded in here, isn't it?" which also meant he didn't mind being squashed up against from both sides!
He also gathered, the two knowing each other, the one in front, nice, bright smile, Qazi feeling heat from the rear, wanted to be clear about things, "I'm not here to make a connection?"
Marco and Peter look at each other, dumb-faced, like, isn't this the reason guys come to HOODWINK'd, to `market' themselves?
"Don't worry," Peter treats Qazi as if Jay at the gym, "you'll need us to show you the way."
"Which is why I just have to ask," Marco says in Qazi's ear...
"What is that?" he turns his face as much as possible towards Marco.
"Look around you. See anyone else with a shirt on?"
It reminded Peter, looking right over Qazi's shoulder, "Sort of like the time we were all shirtless out by the pool and Jay was the only dude with a shirt on?"
Not many guys on the island had the name `Jay', of which Qazi could recall, interrupting Marco, when the memory registers, "You talk about Jay Evans?"
"Cool! You know Jay?"
Adding to Peter's assumption, Marco says, again in Qazi's ear, the noise of the music and the crowd bellowing out all around, "A friend of Jay's, is a friend of ours!"
Qazi could not deny the connection, two hot men knowing an equally good-looking comrade, "I feel more of a comfort now."
"Good," Marco's hands were aching to reach along Qazi's torso, touch the tails of his shirt, `lift!'
Wall to wall dudes bopping to the beat, Peter was the one with the spectacle to behold, stealing a glance down between them when it was impossible for Qazi to see, blinded by Marco lifting his sweaty tee off over his the face, "My-oh-my, what do we have here?"
Most likely it was the second drink, for Peter, a martini, which elated his feelings of gazing upon the mat of brown cub-fur, which after following the stomach-strip up, his smile was set on Qazi's face!
Like he was missing something, the bright smile on Peter's face, Marco whittles his way in between, "Now doesn't that feel better?"
Not only eyes, but back of the hand down Qazi's moist chest, which was not pried off, like with a crowbar, found the Arabian-Indian man's hairy profile to be beautiful, Peter remarks, "I suspect so?"
Sharing the view, it put Qazi under the gun. Anyone could have gone along with the story, knowing Jay Evans, but Qazi had the feeling he was not being duped, "Ah, yes, um, where is my shirt?"
"I have it right here," Marco swats himself in the butt, "right next to mine!"
"Great," Peter smiles, "you can hold mine too!"
Bug-eyes, after Marco feels a finger, which he senses is Peter, stuffing his shirt down the back of his speedo, "I can't believe you did that!"
Still staring into Qazi's eyes, while addressing Peter, Qazi thinks the exclamation was meant for him, "What I do?"
Before Marco could set the situation as it was, a rude comment comes from behind the trio, "Only one shirt per speedo!"
Double take, making sure it wasn't Peter again, though why would Peter stuff his shirt down the back of a speedo, only to rip it out, "What the fuck?"
Turning around, Marco is met with a familiar face, "Oh, it's you!"
Giles laughs his ass off, saying, "Lose something?" he holds up all one muscle shirt, two tees!
All working for the same employer, under different rooftops, Peter from Warrior One', Giles and Marco, The Nook', Qazi currently employed at the newly christened, `Vegeteria', the four form a ratpack, hanging all night together, dancing, drinking and other unmentionables.
Halfway through the night, they figure some rowdy guys are being evicted, when in fact they were on their way in to the trendy nightclub...
"If I'm not mistaken, isn't that Homer?" Peter asks.
Marco, having met him a few times, at The Nook, says, "Forget Homer, who's that hottie on his arm?"
Giles, not only baker and wearer of all kinds of hats' at The Nook, could be called town gossiper', replies, "You never met the multi-millionaire and owner of the biggest harem of hot models, Cayman Karlyle?"
Peter adds, "They call him CK for short!"
Eyes stuck on CK, Marco says, "I think you should introduce us, Peter."
Joking, also a first for Qazi, and under the influence of sipping Peter's martini, "You think maybe he make me model?"
Marco, eyes still stuck on CK, Peter replies, "I don't think that would be a problem, but I can imagine, either you have to trim up some of this fuzz," which by now, Qazi's hairy chest and stripe were wet with sweat, hand slides down, "or shave it all."
Like Peter was asking him to do the impossible, parting with a most valued possession, Qazi says, "No, I think I like my job as waiter!"
Reaching an arm in, between Qazi's arm and side, which brings their sweaty fronts together, Peter smiles, says, "I'm 100% with you on that one, Qaz!"
He wasn't sure where the humor lay, but since Peter's laugh was so infectious, it mad Qazi smile, laugh along. Could have been the sweaty lubrication, making 20-year old feel great down below too, which made him tingly and warm all over, causing some heavy vibes!
However, there were more than the four who knew the name, some the face, of Cayman Karlyle, flocking around him. Dudes of all sizes, shapes, handsome, homely, whichever, if felt the urge, walked up to him and introduced themselves. Some joked, meant it, "Hey, make me a model!"
"Doesn't that bother you?" Homer asks CK.
It didn't, CK reacting, "Are you out of your gourd? How else am I going to get the boys to chase after me?"
However, much to CK's disapproval, Homer stepped in between the situation, warding off the friendly or wannabes, "Want to be a model, do you?"
It happened to be one of the surfers whom attended Jesse Spenser's surfing clinic, smiles, "Wow," the 19-year old runs a finger down Homer's chiseled bod, "Mr. Karlyle sure knows how to pick'em!"
Running through Homer's head, `Me? A supermodel?' didn't want to disappoint the youth, half-lies, "Model and boyfriend?"
"Oh," the youth was thoroughly wiped out, "Mr. Karlyle has a boyfriend?"
As it happens at HOODWINK'd, whenever a VIP enters the club, soon as management gets the heads up, a security person is `assigned' to their perimeter. Shuffling personnel around, from The Spin Club, to upstairs, Tom Wain approaches the man himself, "Mr. Karlyle, I'm Tom, crowd security manager at the club. Anyone who gets out of line, you point him out to me and I'll take care of him."
CK was beside himself, looking upon the 29-year old security manager, decked out in, what he could view, only a pair of leather pants. Confronting him immediately were the perky pink nips, set on a bed of dark brown fur, "Tell me Tom..."
"What's up?" Tom replies, eyes darting about.
"Who might be taking care of you?"
Suddenly his attention was on CK, the Irish man stating, "Under any other circumstance, I'd follow the hint, but I'm on duty, Mr. Karlyle."
Taking CK's arm, Homer says, "Excuse us, Tom, while we cut the rug!"
Homer knew Tom. They went back a few years, when Tom hit the island and with no job, hooked him up with Ian Collins. When Tom informed Ian he didn't want to pursue applying to the Police Academy, he found himself as a bouncer at HOODWINK'd. From there, Tom did take some courses in criminal justice, but really liked much more staying off the beaten path, thus working his way up to security manager of crowd control. Not a big salary, he spent most of his time patrolling The Spin Club. Downstairs there was much more to move a man into shooting an intense emotional build up. However, duty before pleasure, famous clients needed his attention!
Eventually, absorbed into the ratpack, CK hung with the original 4, until it became 6, Jared showing up, with Steve on his arm. The clock striking midnight, someplace where the chime could be heard, Jared says, "Hey, shouldn't you laborers be home in bed?"
He was speaking of those who worked for him, Qazi, a little high on drink and emotion, "We have too much fun!"
"I can see that." Knowing CK, through Alex Nouguet, Jared says, "I thought you were going away with Alex this weekend?"
On all accounts, CK was, but change of plans kept him at the beach home down on Surf Walk Lane, "Oh, did I say that?"
Not sure now, Jared not sure he could swear on it, "I thought that's what Alex said?" No matter, "But that's cool. Now you can be around for Jay's 22nd birthday party?"
Stopping dead in his dancing feet, not which CK was a `John Travolta' of the dance floor, "Oh my god, I need to shop!"
Other than entertaining the masses at his E. Hampton mansion, CK's next passion, next to sex, was shopping and as Jared has made himself sound like scratched vinyl, "You better. Be there with a gift, or..." not which he didn't want CK there, "try to get some shopping in before Saturday?" he patted the mogul on the shoulder.
Joking, Tom Wain knowing Jared as well as Homer, "Hey, watch the hands, Jared!"
"Or you're going to do what, Tom?" Jared smiles.
Referring to their mutual friend, "You wouldn't want Joseph and me taking you on?"
Smirking, Jared replies, "Hmm, might be fun at that!"
Fun, it was something fate has a hand in, Tom answering Jared's cell. Inability to carry a cell in a speedo brief, Jared parked it in Tom's pocket, rather than leave it with his shirt and pants.
Left in charge, Tom tags Jared on the shoulder, yells in his ear, "There's a `Leaf?' on the phone, says something about your brother?"
Stealing his phone out of Tom's hand, the ear plug out of Tom's ear, Jared tries talking in 2 different places, until he realizes it's plugged in. "Dammit!" he rips the cord out, dropping it.
Walking over, picking it up, Tom grabs Jared by the arm, "Over this way."
Right past the shirt check counter, Tom pushes guys aside like a tug in New York harbor, till the door closes behind them.
"Yeah, what's up?" Jared asks.
Jared was perplexed by Laif's account of Jay, tossing and turning in his sleep, "Tossing and turning?"
It was possible, Jay being able to move his upper shoulders, shrugging them slightly, but is alarmed and excited all at once to hear Laif saying, "Yeah, he's all the way over on his stomach!"
"I gotta go," Jared says.
Ahead of him, Tom had snuck out, gone to the shirt check and found Jared's plastic `box', "I think these will be helpful?"
Having a rushed, dickens of a time with something as easy as figuring the front and back of his pants, Tom grabs them, "Allow me."
Holding them out, Jared braces himself on Tom's shoulders, rattling off stuff about Jay, "Like, he's not able to do stuff like that. I can't understand it, unless..."
Watching, hearing Jared babble on, Tom pulls Jared's pants up, works the button through the hole...
"I've got the rest," Jared pulls his own zipper up.
"Just trying to get you on the road quicker," Tom says, straightening out Jared's tee shirt.
Like happens at the club, a lone guy meeting up with another and stripping down, putting a guy back together again could have been a turn on. This wasn't the case, even though Tom was conscious of looping the collar around Jared's neck and smoothing it down his abs, while Jared fed his own arms in.
"I'm going with you," Tom grabs a shirt off one of the chairs in the office, which happened it was not his.
"You don't have to do that," Jared says, slipping feet into sandals.
"I know I don't," which Tom has shared millions of times, "but I owe you."
"You don't owe me," Jared says, though not really attuned to it, his mind on Jay.
"Whateva," Tom says, telling the shirt check jockey to give the club manager the heads up.
Joseph, just arriving, with Derek, collared and leashed, "Jared! You coming or going?"
"Not now, Joseph," Jared says.
Closed quarters, still a good amount of dudes wanting to get in the trendy bar and club, Joseph took offense to the football block, almost bowling him down the front steps.
Luckily, Derek's collar, leash attacked, he used it to reel Joseph back in.
Regaining his footing, Joseph remarks, "Remind me not to be so harsh on you."
"You're welcome, sir!"
Tom hangs back, "Family emergency."
However, as it sank in, it hits Joseph, not which Jared would do anything mean or nasty to him, but fact alone, if the `family' hadn't meant a thing to him, "I gotta go."
Steve, who has been right there, in the wings, waiting, was at the door. Unfortunately he had grabbed the contents of his box a little late, running out of the club in his zany-design speedo, clothes bunched up in a ball, "Hey, wait for me!"
If caught outside the club in briefs, he could be arrested, but there was no full moon and the club bouncer just smiled.
Regardless, when Joseph caught up to Steve, about a block away, out of breath, he sent his emissary, Derek McLaren on ahead.
"No problem, sir," Derek salutes Joseph, hurrying on ahead, leaving Joseph with an unattached leash.
Standing there, hands on hips, beltline of his chaps, Joseph just shook his head. It's not which he regrets ever meeting Jared and Jay, but having to unleash his entertainment for the night and `setting him free', to inform Steve he better get some clothes on!
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At the house, all was not the calamity set out to be. Jay indeed was tossing and turning', but slowly and deliberate, claiming, "I was only doing what Peter had told me to do, grab onto the mattress and roll myself over. This way," Jay's reaction changed from dangerous' to relaxed, "to grab a sip of water?"
Peter, a matter of informing and boastfulness, "That's what I taught him!"
Jared wasn't sure how to react. With Jay's trek, from home to Warrior One, it's something he never pictured his brother could do or would be doing, so turning over in bed to grab a glass of water, "Are you sure that's safe?"
Peter could have answered it for Jay, but relies on, "Don't ask me?"
"Jay?" Jared turns to his brother.
"I'm getting good at it too. Watch this!"
Behold, right in front of his eyes, Jay having flipped over on his stomach, for that glass of water, flipped back, does the whole routine, "Eggs over easy..." onto his belly, "and then back!"
Placing a hand on Peter's shoulder, commendation of his good work, Jared awards both, "It's amazing!"
Finally, Joseph had run the last leg of the jogging trip, out of breath, "Like, what's the fuss about?"
They all turn to see the 32-old muscle-bear, hands compressing him into the frame of the doorway, as if one of his willing victims, eagle-spread at The Spin Club.
"Getting out of shape there, Joey?"
Seriously joking, Joseph approaches the bed, "I ran all the way for you, so there better be something wrong with you, or else!"
Derek helped break the ice, "I can help you with all this sweat, sir?"
Not which it did not feel good, Derek's hand sledding up and down the rich, wet fur, Joseph taking offense, his boy's hand on him without permission, scrapes the five digits off.
About to say something, Tom Wain steps over, whips Derek around, "I see you're wearing a collar. You with anyone at the club?"
Divided into two distinct groups, some more interested in Jay's safety and other miraculous stuff Peter has taught him, the others were more turned on by male sexual values.
"He's taken," Joseph says, almost rudely.
Tom, on behalf of HOODWINK'd security, wasn't about to allow Joseph to hog all the action, "Is that so, Joseph? Maybe then I should instruct the staff to start collecting cover charges from you?"
The nerve, Joseph replies, "After all these years?"
"Could amount to quite some sum," Tom laughs.
Derek stood there, allowing each to do the bidding, until he came up with a brilliant plan, "No use being at war with each other...I'm willing to share!"
"I thought I told you to shut your trap?"
Differ of opinion from Joseph, Tom says, "Sounds like a plan!"
Able to bend either way, Tom wouldn't mind playing top to Derek, or bottom to Joseph, or vice versa. With playing two guys, one had to be versatile, or left out. Knowing Joseph was only `top', that would work out as well!
"Hmm," Joseph thinks on it, "might be nice having two boys fighting over my balls."
Jared, who caught the tail end of Joseph's statement, says, "Or we could do double-Dutch?"
"Double-what?" Derek asks.
Fully knowing, Joseph, who used to be the king of double-Dutch jumprope when a kid, says, "In case you forgot, Jared, it's done with 3?"
"Are you sure, Joseph?"
While the two had a friendly argument over `jumprope', Jared accusing Joseph of never bringing up the subject, Tom takes the upper hand, placing it on Derek's stomach and slowly removing the lad from the gathering.
"What can you get into?" Derek asks.
Bright smile, Tom replies, "You!"
Before too long, Joseph's eyes began panning the room, "Wh-where'd they go?"
"Where did who go?" Jared smiles.
"You did that on purpose," Joseph purports.
"Me?" Jared claims, "Now why would I do a thing like that?"
By admitting to it, even though Jared didn't claim he kept Joseph busy while Tom lured Derek away, the muscle-bear comes up with, "Well, plenty of other men here to pick from!"
When it came down to it, Peter offers to stay the night with Jay, Marco slipping into bed also, telling he had to get up before the crack of dawn to help ready The Nook for business.
Taking it to Jared's half of the house, Steve, who was yawning like crazy, says, "Whatever you're up for, I am too!"
With concern, Jared asks, "Kids sound asleep, Laif?"
Notating it, Laif's finger points to the hallway of the house, "Right next door to Jay."
"Well," Joseph rubs hands together, "I've never tried double-dutch with four, but never say never!"
While heading towards Jared's spacious bedroom, Jared interrogates, "By the way, Laif, Ethan and Philip wondered where you had disappeared to."
Rather than tell, in front of Joseph, whom he didn't know well, "It's complicated."
Steve was sort of fascinated by Joseph's get up, the leather vest, chaps, boots and some goodies hanging off the waistline, like metal cuffs, a little `switch', but more interested in some home-grown lovemaking, sided with Jared, when he wanted to crawl into bed.
Double-Dutch had reduced itself to, as Joseph calls it, "Well, that leaves you and me. How about it?"
Like Joseph knows, with guys, it could go either way, for or against an evening of bdsm-fun.
"What are you up for?"
Laif would keep it open, going for bottom, if the dude were a top, or could be versatile. He was almost certain about which position Joseph would call it.
"Love to get my hands on you," Joseph replies.
About ready to embrace, the cell in Joseph's vest pocket quivers, "Dammit!"
Taking the call, he doesn't reveal who has called him, saying, "Hmm, sounds interesting. Mind if I bring a third?"
Apparently, with the caller, they liked Joseph's idea. Without further hesitation, Joseph says, "Looks like it's double-Dutch after all!"
Even though Steve was going orally-bonkers on Jared, he lifts his head to remind, "Don't forget to be home by morning, Cinderella!"
Getting it, Laif replies, "I won't forget."
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Morning came sweetly, quiet, the rising sun lighting the room, which for the first time sleeping there, it amazed Jay, coming in through narrow windows at the top of the room, "Wo-ow!"
Something which bowled him over, he expected the side of the king-sized bed to be empty for miles!
Instead, right next to him was Peter. An arm hanging over him, Jay wasn't sure whom it was connected to, though suspected Marco. Following the Italian's hairy forearm, the hand snuck under the covers. The same sheet which banned Peter's cock and balls from sight, which made Jay exclaim, "Oh-my!"
He couldn't help himself, had to get a peek, pulling the sheet down.
In total surprise, the hidden hand grabbed his, sheet in all, "Gotcha!"
Appearing over Peter's sleeping side, like a bearcub over a mountain, Marco smiles, laughing.
"How did you know?" Jay steals his hand back.
"That, up there?" Marco nods.
"Holy cow! I didn't even see it," Jay looks up at the massive skylight panel.
It happened to be covered, lest the hot sun should shine in all day, cooking every one inside!
"Keep it in mind for next time."
Both notice, through their whispering conversation, it hasn't stirred Peter a bit.
"I will," Jay says.
"Well, I need to get the wheels turning. I'll let you wake Peter," Marco steps out of bed.
"I'll let him sleep. No work today!" Jay lays there on his back, keeping eyes on Peter.
"Lucky for some of us," Marco yawns and flips his balls at the same time.
Not which he wanted to escape from bed just yet, Jay asks, "If you need it, I could help you today at The Nook?"
Last night, their official 3-way-in-the-bed', Marco, dead-tired from working all day, partying most of the night, light sex into the early hours of the morning, about 2 hours ago, mulled it over, thinking how Jay play an important part in all this. If it weren't for his tossing and turning', he and Peter may not have had such enriching quality time. Around 4am, both he and Peter had thought about it, Jay falling asleep in a matter of minutes, watching the two. It made him smile, based on Jay's happiness, seeing Peter between legs, holding his flaccid shaft, licking it, Jay remarking like a cheerleader, `Yeah, go get'em, Peter!'
Based on how Jay fit in, Marco didn't want to shoot Jay down, "Thanks for offering. I could sure use the help, being Giles is taking the later shift."
Good thing the bed was bigger than 3 people could fit, Jay needing the room to maneuver himself out. Reaching over his own chest with the right hand, he pulled at the piping on the mattress. He couldn't pull it off as he did last night, griping, "I think I'm gonna need some help here, Marco?"
Walking around the bed, Marco asks Jay, "What do you want me to do for you?"
It struck Jay, Marco's big, flaccid cock and humongous balls hanging to the wind...but being that he dozed in slight sleeplessness, in the early morning hours, not immune to the sounds of mansex, probably those low-hangers were once more fortified, full, bulging with semen, "Just take my hand?"
Okay, he couldn't let it pass, Marco smiling, "Is that a proposal, Jay?"
"Yeah," Jay mocks back, "I'm trying to make Peter jealous, moron!"
Marco couldn't deny, trying to be a moron, pulling Jay up to a sitting position, throwing out the idea, "It's a shame they call marriage a union between two."
Cocking one eye, smiling, Jay says, "Why? Do you and Peter want to marry me?"
Having entirely different thoughts, all too coolly, he replies, "Oh, by the way, Todd McNulty's shift begins an hour after we arrive at the Nook?"
With knowing Marco knew, his immediate crush on the ginger dude, Jay asks, "Did Todd say something about me?"
"He didn't have to," Marco pulls Jay up, switching to hugging him around the middle.
"What makes you say that?"
"I was there yesterday, when you and he were checking each other out?"
"We were being introduced, moron!"
"Have it your way...where do you want to go first?"
It did occur to Jay, even though he couldn't feel it, most likely Marco's family wares were in contact with his dangling jewels, "Can you feel anything?"
Sure he could, but was trying not to notice too much, Marco throwing it back, "Can you?"
"Where's my chair?"
"Out in the hallway."
Jay opts for Marco carrying him to the mens room. At least it felt cool, Marco's worked out chest against his, stomach to stomach, face within kissing range. Though he treated it simply, wanting to pee something fierce, "Better hurry up, dude!"
Now, as it was reported by Sean, to Jared, yesterday, the house was in livable condition, with some quirks to how things worked, or didn't. Marco, force of habit, reaches over to flush.
"I can do that," Jay mutters.
With the toilet reacting in silence, Marco leans over Jay's head, picking up the lid tank, "I don't think either of us is going to flush this toilet!"
"What's wrong?"
"The reservoir is empty. I'm guessing they haven't turned the water on in here."
Setting the lid back in place, Marco places a hand to Jay's chest, leaning over to the shower.
Jay licked his lips, not which he wished to tongue Marco's hairy ass crack, but how nice it would have been, just like in the olden days, before the accident, to have fucked that ass!
Giggling, it had Marco standing up erect, "What?"
"Nothing," Jay composed himself, but still smiled.
Marco kind of could guess the `what', but ignored the smile, "No water in the shower. Got any other bright ideas?"
"Maybe Jare's shower is working. Wanna go check?"
"I could do that, but what do I do with you?"
Still, his mind on that fine ass, Jay wanted to say `get into position', but knew he wouldn't feel anything if he sank in, "Why don't you put me back to bed and go check?"
"You're not going to fall asleep on me again?"
"Are you crazy?" Jay reacts. "And leave Todd to do all the work?"
Setting Jay back on the bed, Marco, not having cared for Jay much, let go of his shoulders, "Oh no," saying casually, not sensing much danger, him falling back.
"Oopsie!" Jay isn't too taken aback.
Knowing there was bedding to fall back into, both forgot there was more to fall on!
"Hey," Peter tries turning his back over, though he could at least turn his head, "who's waking me up out of a hot dream?"
Reaching over, balls dangling once again, Marco pulls on one of Jay's arm, cups a hand at the back of his neck, ridicules Peter, "That was no dream you had, moron!"
"It wasn't?" Jay giggles out an evil laugh.
Turning over, Peter inquires, "Oh, did you have the same hot dream, Jay?"
Marco says, "Of course he didn't. Jay was sleeping."
Wink he got from Marco, told Jay he wasn't oblivious to Jay falling in and out of sleep. Though, he was mindful of work obligations, "Well, if you two want to lie here and talk until you're both hard, some of us have a paycheck to earn!"
Peter jokes, "How about it Jay? Up for some fun?"
"Get real, Peter. You already know I can't get it up!"
"At least one of us could have some fun?"
Marco, standing there, says, "You both are kooks! I'm going to see if Jared's shower works."
Entering Jared's side of the house, Marco wasn't sure if it were okay without invitation, yet thought the boss wouldn't mind, being it depended on showing up at work smelling like a rose, as opposed to a dead fish!
Anyone would feel unfamiliar with the territory, except Jared himself, Marco looking up and down, side to side. Whether he got ground zero, or another bedroom, didn't matter. Though, if he happened upon Jared and Steve, if might stir him up some. Smiling at such a thought, Marco sought out a hallway.
First door he chose was a broom closet. Next, another closet, which held nothing! Up the stairs, he grabbed the doorknob with hesitation. Suddenly clamming up, he didn't feel right walking in on someone else's affairs, knocking.
When no one utters a sound, Marco slips the door open to a slight crevice. The bed was made up, which meant he wasn't imposing on anyone. Remembering Jared saying every bedroom had its own bath, he again turns a doorknob.
"Another damn closet!"
Next knob, he hit the jackpot, walking into a semi-spacious bathroom, "Hmm, this is more like it!"
It made him smile, seeing a long, paneled window stretched along a wall, without any furnishings, which made it possible for the rising sun to shine its rays in.
With no facility for showering, just a tub, he remarks, "I guess I'm not showering today!"
Then he remembers, it is not only for him, but he's there for Jay's benefit as well. Before leaving he checks, finding there's hot water. Doubts about it, he turns on the cold faucet. It works too.
Doubling back to Jay's portion of the house, he enters the bedroom. "Don't that beat all," Marco remarks, seeing both fast asleep, nuzzled up together, Peter's stomach up against Jay's back, hand covering Jay's navel!
Not sure what to do, he figures he'll go get cleaned up, shave, if he can find a clean blade and get all ready. Proud of himself for his efforts, Marco finds the tub soothing, an unused shave kit and as he had been thinking about, has carved a neat goatee out of yesterday's stubble, "Yeah," his hand over the remaining `beard', tells all, "that's nice. Real nice."
Finding deodorant spray, it wasn't really his thing, but there wasn't any stick to be had. Too late he discovers he should have trimmed back the pit hair. Though too, he wasn't on his way to the beach, so no one would be aware. Still, he hated feeling a bush under each arm!
Ready for the next stage, Marco felt overwhelmed inadequacy, realizing he didn't have any work clothes!
He was almost sure Jay didn't have any clothing of the sort, but Jared might. However, that would mean he would need to seek out Jared's living quarters.
"A man's gotta do what a a man's gotta do!"
With a towel-wrapped waist, he head's out on another excursion, passing another closet, shelves, mostly empty, some with towels and a second bedroom. Climbing another stairwell, he realizes there's no door to knock on!
Stopping two steps before the top, Marco gets the feeling there's no time to waste, which drives him onward, `Here goes nothing!'
"What the heck?" he discovers theres a bed, ruffled sheets, but no one in them, which makes him exhale, "Whe-e-ew!"
First door he tries, steam shoots out, "I guess I found them!" he laughs at himself, shutting the door quickly.
Walking towards a second door, he thought it kind of interesting, dead sound in the room, considering the sound of water and room occupancy, when he opened the bathroom door.
"Now this is what I need," he opens the next door, walking into a massive closet.
One thing on Marco's mind, `shopping', he was aware of the time, if only he didn't need to put a rush on it!
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Joseph had quite an interesting late night, early morning experience at The Spin Club. Leaving Jay and Jared's house with Laif, entering HOODWINK'd, whom should he meet up with at the shirt-check, is Justin Kneely.
Eyeing Justin first, Joseph snuck up behind the 29-year old, yelling loud as he could, "Where's my chair?!"
"What the fuck?" Justin turns around, responding with a softer tone, "Oh, it's only you."
Justin had informed Joseph the chair would be hand delivered tomorrow, but he just didn't know where.
"I'll fill you in later," Joseph was more interested in getting on with the business and pleasure of things.
At 1am, clientele at HOODWINK'd had been reduced to moderate amount of guys entering. At the shirt check, Justin had placed his shirt in a plastic tote, along with his pants.
Laif, like the loose part, stood there, watching Justin and Joseph chat.
Turning around, Justin hadn't an idea Laif was with Joseph, hitting on him, "Hmm, and what are you up to tonight, blondie?"
Joseph suddenly realizes, if Justin finds out Laif was with him, he might get a little ruffled under the collar. Then again, Justin wasn't wearing a shirt, "He's with me."
Ready to bottom for Joseph, Justin changes his tune, "That's nice. I'll take on his ass and you can get a nice blowjob, Joseph!"
One thing about this ongoing relationship, Joseph was not liking how Justin called the shots. Though, he felt it new and interesting, taking it for granted, "Why don't we just worry about arguing over tying him up!"
Having had a long time to talk about what Laif was and was not into, which wasn't much he wasn't into, after checking clothing, reduced down to Laif wearing nothing, Justin a harness and leather briefs, Joseph, `the usual', the three headed down to the dungeon club.
Laif gave a brief history or bdsm experience, which included simple play, to more involved, painful pleasure, water sports, "And I don't mean water-skiing!"
Justin smirked, yet was tingling over what Laif was telling him, "Oh really? Good thing I didn't go to the little boys room after downing 2 beers!"
Before, when Joseph left HOODWINK'd, headed for Jay's house, Derek said he had to go home and check on something. However, seeing Derek dancing his ass off with some guy, put a hex on what he perceives as being duped, "You two go ahead. I gotta see someone."
Laif wasn't sure about this, hesitating as he watched Joseph walk off.
"Don't worry about me. I won't do what you don't want to do. After all," Justin flashes a cocky smile, "if I overstep myself, I won't have you texting me back for some more, will I?"
Catching Derek completely off guard, Joseph walks up behind him and over the blaring Jennifer Hudson song, screams into Derek's ear, "Punishment is due you, boy!"
Derek was surprised. Very surprised. Either that, or was scared of what the guy he was with thought, "Joseph!"
Joseph couldn't deny, the dude Derek was with, was kind of hot, decked out in a leather harness, chaps...didn't care beyond that, but wondering why he hadn't seen him before, "What's his story?"
This is just what Derek could use right now. Although, he didn't really want to forgo the punishment, introducing Joseph to an equally hot man, "This is my out of town friend, Juan Carlos."
Little did Joseph know, while he was conversing with Derek, Juan Carlos was drumming up some fantasies over how he would like to roleplay with Joseph, "Nice to meet a fellow master-bear," JC meant to send a message!
He would have been appalled at someone else for grabbing both sides of his vest, reeling him in forcefully for a french kiss, but it's not as if Joseph was not feeling the same!
Breaking off, Joseph had retaliated, moving the chained harness from over Juan Carlos' pec spots, giving both a heavy, tweaking.
"Oh-h-h-h-yeah," it left Juan Carlos' balls throbbing, Joseph's fingers tweaking his nips with a heavy tug!
"Mm-mm," Joseph agrees with the hot feeling, causing another man gratuitous grief, "sure could do some damage to these!"
Right now, Derek, who had gotten the call earlier from his former NYU professor, wasn't sure about their weekend connection.
Wanting to look Derek up when he got to Fire Island, Juan Carlos slipped beyond hooking up with the former collegiate for the long holiday weekend, "I sure could use a 4-day challenge, sir?"
Derek's jaw dropped open with surprise. He couldn't believe it, his former college prof giving him a long story of how he'd like to get him in chains at a place he heard of, Derek naming The Spin Club' and doing all kinds of things with him, naming himself as an unforgiving top'. Tables turned, Derek was taken aback, Professor Gonzales, treating Joseph as the master over him. He could've hemmed and hawed, but could not, being while at NYU, he and the professor has had some hot, trusting times together. Maybe this, his professor meeting up with Joseph, could be termed as payback. He wandered off.
A minute later, Juan Carlos is questioning, "What happened to Derek?"
Searching the immediate vicinity, kind of a tough thing to do, every barechested, sweaty guy looking the same, except for haircolor and where it was stationed on their bod, Joseph says, "Looks like it's you and me?"
Snatching up the opportunity for Joseph's invitation, Juan Carlos informs, "I'm no-limits, you know?"
"I don't, but I'm sure I'll find out!" Joseph pushes Juan Carlos towards the double doors which lead downstairs!
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Well, they got themselves together. Just as Marco was about to leave, Jay comes rolling out into the main hallway, "You're leaving without us, Marco?"
Peter and Jay, all ready, cleaned up, not by showering, but sponging off, were dressed in white shirts, "Unless you don't want the company?"
Waiting for them to catch up, Marco, standing shoulder to shoulder with Peter, says, "Of course I want the company. Just don't want to be falling over you at work, that's all!"
"Unless it's from behind?" Peter smiles.
"Uh, guys," Jay instructs in a serious tone, "can we leave the sex at home?"
Jay gets reamed from both, jealous, because of the broke plumbing?
Regardless, they made their way through town, Jay lending expertise, "The tourist crowd is upon us!"
Marco, he runs on ahead, "See you in a few!"
Finally, alone, Jay asks, "You and Marco had a good time last night, eh?"
"I thought we were leaving the sex at home?!"
Looking up, Peter's eyes reigning down upon him, Jay says, "Yeah, right, but we don't have to get to the juicy parts!"
All new to Peter, as Marco had opinionated, both, as well as Jay had remarked, three guys shacked up under one roof, in one bed, it was something which needed exploration.
"Interesting, is a place where we can start?"
Jay didn't look up this time. Any time he did, expended too much energy. Bad enough the plumbing didn't work, he didn't need a rewiring job!
"So, start!"
Thinking on it, it stifled Peter's conversation into extinction.
"Waiting," Jay says, checking out a trio of tourist-boys.
"There's nothing much to say. Why don't we just let go what went on last night and pick up this subject in a month or so, if we're all still together?"
This made Jay stretch the wiring, "What do you mean? Where are you going, Peter?"
"Me?" he stutters his words, "I'm not going anywhere."
"Marco, then?" Jay searched for inside knowledge.
"No place I can think of...Why, he is really liking the challenge at The Nook."
It satisfied Jay, though it provided much for him to think about, for instance, thrown backwards, why would anyone in their right mind want to hang around with him?
"Hey, bro!"
There, straight in front of him was the hottest guy on the island, which Jay gave Peter the hint to roll forward, hands doing it himself.
Raising a hand to high-5 Jake, Jay says, "Hey, it's just like ole times, bro!"
Momentarily, Peter allowed the chair to go free, Jake bending over, caressing both Jay and his vehicle, "Long time, no see!"
With attitude, though meaning nothing by it, Peter says to Jake, "You just saw each other yesterday," as younger dudes say, "dah!"
Standing, conscious the chair could run free, placing a hand on the handle, Jake says on the rebound, "Yeah, but you gotta understand dude, we were used to seeing us every day."
Giving a pull on Jake's shorts, since his shirt was off, parked down near his ass-crack, Jay says, "Hey bro, you gotta come see my new pad Jare had built for me."
Bending, chest curved over the chair, Peter just licked his lips, thinking how he could get used to his tongue slurping up the college frat's trail, silhouetted against the white walkway, a hairy stripe from where Jake's shorts hid it, all the way up to integration fibers which fanned out over Jake's chest.
So lost in the moment, he didn't hear the rest, only Jay asking, "What do you think, Peter?"
Not lying, he answers, "Uh, I wasn't paying attention," he peers over the top.
Straightening up, Peter tried not looking at the full picture, Jay's buddy standing there, displaying the whole pallet.
"Jake asked me where my birthday party is tomorrow. I assume it's at the house, but though maybe you could find out for sure?"
"Oh yeah," Peter replies, nervously, because Jake's midsection was a half foot away from his head, "I could do that!"
Then, the quiet one, Jake says, "Nah, it's okay. I haven't talked with Jare for a long time. I'll check it out." Then it was `bye-bye', Jake off to the gym. It wasn't to work, but rather workout, something which has become a daily routine, before reporting for the job.
Whereas Jay's birthday party was to take place near Nash's beachfront home, a quick switch was made. Last minute details, Jared again was deluged with phone calls. Sitting there at The Nook, it wasn't a work day, so he chose a different table to sit at, saying, "If I get one more call, Steve..."
Directly, Steve says in a nice, demanding tone, "Give me your phone."
"My phone? What for?"
Dwelling on thoughts of last night, Steve replies, "I can't believe how more trustworthy you were with your cock, than your cell phone?"
All Jared could do is slowly move his head back and forth, thinking of last night, lying there in bed, both arms overhead, more caressing the pillow under his head than Steve. Of course, it's tough to hold a guy, squeeze him tight, from a waist height position, when he's down between the legs, slurping away!
"Here," Jared hands it over, "it'll be good to relax my brain for a change. You know where the party is, right?"
Sassy-like, Steve says, "It wouldn't happen to be where you told the last 6 callers, would it now?"
Glancing to the clock on the wall, a copper-colored rim around the face, Jared does what he seemed to make a habit of, reading the words around the trim, `Live, Love, Laugh'. "I think I'll make it my motto this weekend, for a change."
"Make what your motto?"
"Live, Love, Laugh." When Steve looks for a clue, Jared nods to above the front door, "The clock, moron!"
"How come I never saw that hanging there?"
"Usually people don't see every little detail, unless they've been in a place half a dozen times?"
"Hmm," Steve ponders, "you're right."
Though, Steve commented more on the three gathered at the counter, Giles on the inside of the L-shaped perimeter, Marco and Todd on the outer, having a powwow before springing the door open.
Two minutes before the long hand of the LLL clock moved to twelve, Steve saying, "Almost 8 o'clock," he said, to emphasize he was now studying the time on the wall.
"Really?" Jared mocks, "You can tell time too?"
"Opposed to what else I can do?" Steve smiles.
"Eh," Jared had to admit, "I suppose I liked the `other' thing much, much more!"
Leaning in, even though they were the only 2 at a table, Steve says, "Wait till after tonight. You'll really appreciate how much I know!"
One more glance above the door, Jared says, "Do me a favor and go tell Marco to get the doors open?"
Steve was ready to back that up with more thoughts on how he worked Jared into completion last night, but there would be plenty more tonight!
Fitting in, Jay comes rolling by, from `helping' in the kitchen, answering Steve, in lieu of Marco being instructed to key the front door, "What's wrong with your legs, bro?"
Jared could very well tell where Jay came from, a powdery substance on his nose, though more was his wisecrack answer, "Sore. From jacking off over Steve's ass last night!"
Rather than retort with his own snappy, sexy comment, Jay replies, "I think Steve is good for us."
Not being able to refute, he liked Steve, Jared questions, "Us?"
"Well, we are all living under the same roof, aren't we?"
Thinking about it, like it was the day Johnston mentioned the plan of encasing two town-homes under the same the same rooftop, private corridor in between, "That we are, bro!"
"I like Steve."
"Yeah, he's kind of growing on me too."
Even though Jay had theories about how things went, in the bed last night, in general with everyday life, he wasn't the only one, Jared on the rebound, taking a short sip, "And just what have you going for yourself?"
Whether it was a solo journey, new friends, old friends, guys who have come and gone over the past month, man's best friend', or his next best friend, Jake, Jay knew where Jared was going with this, "I don't really know. Last night, it looked like something separate from me lying bed, because I fell asleep. This morning, it's like Marco and me were some sort of couple'. Then, there I am, back in bed, but with Peter. Do you know what I'm driving at?"
"Three men in a tub, blah, blah, blah?"
"No," Jay says, "but give it enough time and I'm sure it could happen!"
He's sure Jay was on the same page as himself, Jared saying, "Yeah, I thought something fishy was going on with you, Peter and Marco."
"It's okay, isn't it?"
"Bro," Jared enunciates the general and personal, "how can I say or not say what's good for you, as much as you could about Steve and I?"
Seeing the two separate relationships, Jay remembers, "But it's not my house and I want to do right by you."
"Shut up about that stuff. Both our names are on the deed. Besides, I made it clear, legally, no one can kick you out, unless you want out."
"What happens if I..." Jay thinks on it, "can't pay the taxes or whatever?"
"I have an escrow account set up, with 1-million dollars in it, but it's not for buying surfboards!"
Jay smiles. Eye a little tearing, "You've done so much for me and I haven't done anything for you."
Leaning in, Jared says, "What do you mean? You took my cherry, didn't you?"
All serious, Jay retorts, "I thought you didn't like that."
"Coming from anyone else, I might think worse things, but..."
"What about Joseph?"
About Joseph, they fucked each other, Jared being a `cherry-picker' too and being each doing the other, wiped the slate clean, "Things have a tendency of evening themselves out."
Funny, all this time has slipped by since Jay was in his latter teen years, never thought to ask, "Who felt more awesome, me or Joey?"
Not having the heart to report Joseph's power-drill the winner, "You of course! Don't you know it runs in the family, bro?"
With a bright smile, Jay says, "So, you really hammered Joey's ass, did you?"
Now goofing off, Jared replies, "Yeah. He couldn't sit down for days without feeling it!"
Then they couldn't talk `sex' anymore, patrons flooding in.
Sitting there, it seemed like not only Jared being the `celebrity', his brother making Jay feel like an equal, like when Jared announces yet another detail of the businesses he and Jay now own, looks at the lad who has approached them, "Arai, have you met my brother, Jay, yet?"
Jay thought he recognized him and as facts unraveled, finds out, indeed, a member of the now defunct Japanese Volleyball team.
Things don't happen without a reason and it is why, when Sean Hardy's dad decided to retire, the dad leaving the pool cleaning business to his son, it was apparent to Sean, he had no intentions of devoting his full time hours to a pool business. Along with his dad leaving, the employees disbanded. This made the perfect shoo-in for Arai and his team, eager to hold green cards and remain in the US, at least for a while. Arai happened upon the position, because not all of the volleyball team, whom were more than Japanese, could speak fluent English. The bi-lingual, 25-year old also had some business credits under his belt, among other huge things, and in Jared's estimation, would benefit both the pool company and the pool `team'.
Jay has witnessed the team playing, once, when they had gone down to the beach to watch Jesse and Tim working with surfing classes. In Jay's opinion, Arai had a hot job, saying, "You're a lucky man."
This is one thing which Arai did not get, turning to Jared, "What does he mean?"
Jared fully knew what Jay meant, working around a dozen or so hot men, but puts it mildly, "He means, `good luck' with managing the pool cleaning business."
"Thank you," Arai returns to Jay, before leaving, thanking Jared for the free coffee and pastry.
"Next time, Jay, be careful `how' you say something?"
Replying to his brother, Jay says with attitude, "Okay, dad."
All morning, Todd raced around, doing his job, waiting tables, clearing tables, resetting tables, waiting, clearing, it seemed endless.
Finally, Jay tired of doing not much of anything, except the few whom trickled over to their table.
About ready to take his leave, Todd comes over, coffee and pastry in hands, saying, "Marco says I can take a break. Mind if I sit?"
"No," Jared replies, "Jay doesn't mind at all!"
If Jay could, he would have jammed his heel on his brother's toe.
Standing, Jared says, "But duty calls."
Naturally, Jay thought a trip to the mens room, but Jared instead picks up his laptop, pockets it into the bag.
"Going somewhere?"
"Yes, matter of fact, I've got to go check up on progress over at the Marketplace and the Vegeteria, and check up on Adam Jenrett at the tattoo parlor. I did mention to you, Steve, he's going to manage the shop?"
Rather than his brother, Jay says to Todd, "Jare, he likes to keep me in the dark and spring stuff on me. Some business partner, huh?"
Todd knew little about Jay, asking, "Just what is it you do, Jay?"
Before Jared parted, he sarcastically says, "I've been asking myself the same question!"
Complaining, Jay gripes, "Oh, c'mon bro. What else can I do, when I'm working out at Warrior One everyday?"
"See that?" Jared replies, looking at Todd. "It's times like these I wish I had someone else to run the show!"
With all the answers, Jay says, "You didn't fire Sean, did you?"
"No, but I did give him and Elroy the day off!"
"Then that's your fault!"
It was like two brothers fighting, but it was nice-fighting, neither really meaning half of what they were arguing about.
Jared leaves Jay with one big task, "Don't burn the place down before I get back!"
After Jared leaves, Todd asks, "Why did Jared say that? Were you involved in a fire?"
"Sort of. I mean, I wasn't the one who started it, but I was in the house when it happened."
"Really? When? Where?"
"House at the end of the canal. My friend saved my life, but ruined a good board in the process. I felt so bad for the board. It wasn't cheap!"
It made Todd smile, "Would you have rather he saved the board and not you?"
"I know. We think things are more important than people. But they aren't. Things can be replaced. People can't."
Todd says, "Seems like I've heard that before. It's so true though."
Coffee downed, pastry gobbled up, Todd sat there nervously twisting the pastry paper in knots, "I better get back to work."
"Before you go," Jay was able to snag Todd's hand, "what time do you work until?"
"I'm not sure. The way Giles put it, probably not until business slows down, which could be around 1," Todd replies.
"I'll stop by then and if you're ready, I'll walk you home?"
For Todd, that was not a good idea, making up a wild scheme, "I'm not sure if it's 1 o'clock. Could be 2 or later."
"Oh," Jay replies, "then give me your cell. I'll put my number in it and..."
"I don't have one."
"Oh," Jay wondered why, almost everyone on the planet having one!
"Well just have to take our chances, when you come back," though Todd wasn't too excited about Jay walking him home, when it was the bench down at the ferry!
"Okay."
Then Todd made like, like it was believable, he was really busy. Leaving, he thought about the cell, thinking if this was Todd's first job, maybe he didn't have the resources for a phone. It then occurs to Jay, maybe Todd isn't different from others, perhaps not everyone on the planet has a cell phone!
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A good juggler of business and businesses, a planner of parties Jared was not! Even with a checklist, he neglected to follow up on many details.
Not his job, a buzz in Sean's ear, Joseph doing the buzzing, had Sean checking up on Jared with Jay's birthday plans. At first Sean was appalled, not by doing something for nothing, but by being given something additional to his workload.
Added to Sean's roster the day before, Jared assigned he and Elroy supervision over the Jersey stores. Between the sheets that night, Elroy convinced Sean, according to his own experiences with Jared, they would be rewarded further on down the line.
Elroy was right at that, Sean receiving a call from Cayman Karlyle, something about donating all aspects of throwing a party, towards the cause, which included, food, music, setting up and knocking down tables, decorations and, to decorate the pool and patio, the sexiest waiters on the planet!
Just a day at CK's mansion, discussing all these plans, handing Sean one of his `signature' credit cards, for loose ends, Elroy couldn't deny the change in Sean. All those amenities provided by the overnight chaps, spa, massages, waitering at the luau and the midnight swim, made Sean definitely see how things could pan out in the long run!
Regardless, Jay's birthday bash became one of the highlights of the summer of 2015 on the island, with celebrities among the visitors and `One Erection' set up near the greenhouse, doing a command performance.
Even Joseph got into the act, providing security. He didn't mind at all dealing with party-crashers, incarcerating them in the dungeon at The Spin Club. Of course, Joseph knew it a setup, call it pay-back, from the benefactor. One way or another, Joseph would share his expertise in planning CK's first `dungeon party'. What other way would there be to show CK how it could go?!
CK never asked for his credit card back from Sean, though did pass on a word of warning, a daily limit of $5,000. Some days Sean would not spend a penny of it. He still carries it in his wallet, for good luck!
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~ THe LiVinG enD!
In the summer months to follow, Jared's original thoughts, of Steve being `the one', turned out to be the one!
Warrior One did much good for Jay and others around him, as did other businesses incorporated under one umbrella by the Evans brothers, or J&J Enterprises, tallying it up:
Jay's Surf Shop (managed by Jake Lasco, a birthday gift from Jay, giving his good buddy 98% share in the business)
Warrior One (Jesse Spenser and Tim Wolver, whom got over the age difference issue, are part owners with J&J)
The Nook (Giles working himself into manager, eventually buying into the morning coffee pitstop. Marco and Todd still work for him. Others were hired after the second remodel and expansion)
The Marketplace (co-owned by the union of Nash and Terry. Thriving, they now ship to the tri-state area)
Vegeteria (half-owners with the Evans Bro, in 5 years the Martins will eventually own it. One of the most popular eateries on the island, is it managed by Qazi, whom the Martins credit his knowledge of the cuisine and how to deal with the public a credit to it's growth and popularity. Qazi has a bf, whom was a marine biology student at NYU, from Barcelona.)
Designed By Adam (Adam Jenrett's tattoo parlor, managed by Steve, Jared's partner. Steve is also Adam's apprentice.)
We' Clean Pools (Sean Hardy's dad's retirement plans, dumped in his lap, of which the we' of the business are still the defunct Japanese volleyball team, negotiating a share in the profits and holdings.)
At Jay's birthday party, Joseph ran it by Jared, backing him in the buying out of HOODWINK'd-The Spin Club at the end of the summer. (Jared agreed, providing the rules of what goes on in the dungeon, changes to the effect, the sirs', mean top guys', are hired and trained by Joseph, not some guy off the street they don't know!)
Jay really never fit into the position of owning a business, running it, heading off to college, or rather the college coming to him, which helped establish the beginnings of a college on Fire Island, right now operating out of Pastor Mark's church. However, much of Jay's time, after his failed hobby of throwing paint on a canvas and successful one, taking care of hundreds of varieties of cactus, succulents and orchids in his greenhouse, labors for handicapped peoples' rights.
Finally getting rid of a long parcel of walking timber, which he and Evan would make clunking tones with their chairs and feel the reverbs as they were pushed over the planking, got the town to replace it. Even though he wasn't blind, Jay had established a seeing-eye dog program. They tried teaching Thor, but found he was too much of a moron!
Jared and Steve partnered up, were married in a ceremony, with Peter and Marco, Jay bearing witness to both. Would have been nice if marriage had been designed, by law, to include a man and a man and a man. Jared warned Jay, he had enough on his plate, not to tackle this issue.
At Jay's birthday party, Ian Collins and Avery McFadden announced they were `tying the knot.'
Joseph realized he could be versatile, according to whomever he was with at the moment. He got the best of both worlds, settling down with the Walsh Twins, Barry and Kevin. More into making love, that's where Barry fit in, Kevin being the more adventurous type, frequently accompanying Joseph to The Spin Club. One of those nights, while Kevin was downstairs having his openings stretched, Barry met `Mr. Wonderful' upstairs. Not a stranger to the island, nor HOODWINK'd, Tom Wain, security manager, couldn't believe how many times Barry had visited the gay club and they never met face to face, (nor bod to bod)!
Hans Hobstaken showed up with his boyfriend, a construction worker, sharing in the festivities, announcing it was his 46th birthday today. Of course, he got reigned on and ridiculed by having a 25-year old boyfriend!
Helping his father out, Jake went back to pumping gas as a favor, while his dad took his first vacation in 30 years. Like before, Jake called it a mundane existence', except for those hot dudes whom would fill up just to get a closer look! While pumping gas for a patron, in his speedo, a dude from The Hamptons couldn't tear his eyes away from the beauty before him. Jake now lives in East Hampton with a hot, 32-year old bear, and even though doesn't need to worry about where the next meal is coming from, still maintains his managerial position at the surf shop. He also successfully campaigned, lobbying Jay, to bring the boards' back to the surf shop. Now they sell more boards than clothing!
Ambitious, Terror', Wayne Terrabold became a loving cub throughout the bear community, however tough as nails when it came to his position as chief security officer over the J&J kingdom. Remaining single, he loves mingling with bears, cubs, and otter' men of the community. Claiming to be single, lately he's been hit on over and over by Joel Namboothiri, a lovable cub, thinking he might just have to give in!
Oz and Kiernan Light showed up early on in the afternoon, announcing they were headed back to Kiernan's hometown in Iowa, permanently to pick up on the farm his parents left to him, upon their untimely death. Shocked, Jared wondered what he was going to do, without Oz's vacant spot at Warrior One. After Oz claimed Sean knew all about it, Jared had reconciled these past few days, thinking on what Jay and others had shared, `let Sean do his job and forget about it.' Jared never missed a beat at the party, giving Oz and Kiernan his blessings.
Evan and Randy remained together in a lifelong relationship. Both working at Warrior One, Randy taking over Jake's position. Evan did regain some of what he lost and gets around using a walker. Of course, he credits Randy with the healing!
Sean Hardy could have any man he wanted, but chose the timid and shy Tim Baer. He foretold he was going to make Tim a clone of himself, outgoing, unafraid of the unknown, brave and daring. Instead, it worked out where Tim seemed to tame the animal in Sean! At the time, Tim was dating Sven Glen, but after Sean introduced him to a yacht builder from the Netherlands, Sven was less and less in the picture. Sean never left his employ with J&J Enterprises.
Homer had become quite a sensational `older' supermodel. Taking up residence at CK's mansion The partners still live there. Homer claims being around so many young men, makes him still feel like a teenager!
Many drifters were to come and go from Fire Island. Tom Canedy, found in the surfboard storage room by Tim, happened to become one of those who remained. Picking up tips from Sean, he became very successful in climbing the ranks, shuffled from business to business within the J&J enterprises. However, not without Jared's approval, he defected to Korbeau's, taking on the human resources position, since Tom had developed an interest in the field. Up until then, he hadn't an interest in any relationship, until he met the owner, Michael Korbeau, whom eventually worked side-by-side in the business and at home.
Strangely, Laif and Justin Kneely shacked up together, but the kids grew up around Steve and Jared, eventually being adopted.
Alex and Kyle's kids often visited with Philip and Ethan's dads. Becoming close cousins', associated with common uncles', Alex, Kyle, Laif, Steve and Jared, the five boys turned into stunning adult men, having their dads finance a mega-gym, which they share ownership and trade off the various duties of running it. Clients from out of town or state, can opt to fly in', landing on a heli-pad outside the gym. Associated with Warrior One, Jesse and Tim, with some of their surf instructors, venture there once a week to train surfers at the indoor Wave'.
Jay did feel a little more, than less, after falling face first at the Bomb Shell. He's still working towards walking, but is happy just to be surrounded by people who love him. The new chair is amazing!
When he was 40-years old, Jay was awarded a plaque, by the Fire Island community, for making life more accessible to handicapped people and recognized for his fundraising efforts of scholarship money for handicapped college students.
Earlier years at Warrior One, Jay befriended Garritt Nordvark. Almost guaranteed by his physician he would walk again, Garritt never did. Jay helped pull Garritt out of his depression by organizing the first handicapped volleyball team, having a professional volleyball player come in and tutor. It gave Garritt not only a position in life, but also hope, not to mention more than friends with his volleyball coach!
Presently, Jay, Peter and Marco divide their time between the home on Fire Island, shore home in East Hampton (`boy next door' to CK) and Peter's hometown, Vancouver, Canada. Now and then they vacation in Italy, Marco being their tour guide. Very fond of Todd McNulty, almost as much as Jake, Todd vacations with Jay when he can.
Every year, Jay, Todd McNulty, Jake and the bear', travel to Hawaii to watch surfing championships. Jay realizes, this is the closest to the sport he will ever get, but is thankful, for Todd's close friendship' and cool, having his old buddy with him. They all cuddle with `the bear' on those chilly Hawaiian nights!
Nice too, how Joseph has connections with the airline allowing Thor on the plane, as a `seeing eye dog'!
Jared complains the brothers don't see each other often enough, though they only have themselves to blame, Jay reciting, "Life's a bowl of cherries..."
Like clockwork, Jared completes, "then what are we doing here in the pits..."
Lately, others have caught on, holding up L-shaped arms, showing off hairy pits!
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Copyright 2015 T. Chase McPhee
FiRE iSLAND BiKiNiS ~ THe LiVinG enD!, and previous segments of this story, may not be sold, nor made part of any collection, without prior consent from the author.