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`GeLOuS' o1 WriTten by T. Chase McPhee
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It made him smile, gazing in the locker room mirror, admiring handsome looks, the chiseled, furry pecs, abs, deep stomach recess, hands grazing over, then dipping into the elastic waistline and then upon making connection with...
"Ooooooh, man," Bob closed his eyes and dropped his head back.
Just as Bob was making connection with the image of his girlfriend on her knees, in rushes his best mate, Ron.
"Bob, you gotta come quick buddy!"
Not only that pip-squeaky type of voice, but the slap to the bareback, it ruined the entire moment for Bob, when fingertips touch the barrel, initiating a moment of no-going back, "dammit, Ron!"
"Oh," Ron's hand slides down his bud's slimy back. Looking around his arm, as if he could actually see down Bob's gym shorts, "oh, did I catch you at a bad moment?"
Also, with an unashamed sense of pride, of showing off more than his chiseled bod, Bob forms hands in a circle, around his pent up summoning erection, "what do you think, shithead?"
Noticing the obvious black tent his bud forms with his hands, Ron states, "oh. I guess so. But wait," he tags his buds shoulder, "you gotta come see this. Loretta..."
"What about Loretta?"
"She's with some surfer down at the beach!"
Not only his girlfriend since sixth grade, about to graduate, Bob and Loretta have had these plans since last year.
As with Ron, himself and his girlfriend, other mates they hung with, they weren't hurting for the loot it took for gym memberships, cars, college education, just about anything their hearts desired. Though, in lieu of what money could buy, they saw little of parental structure in the home. Mornings had dad grabbing toast as he headed out to the office. Over the years, Bob's mom would have too much to drink the night before, the luxury of sleeping in.
It's not like parental duties were not fulfilled. That's why Ben-the-butler was there, to take care of things when the `rents were off on their tangents.
Ben Saget was annexed to the family household when, his father, Alfred, retired. Ben never finished college, but was a damn good businessman. Bob's father saw an opportunity, hiring the son, so he could afford the tuition to finish his higher education. Though, if Bob Jr. ever found out what some of those opportunities were, Bob Sr. surely would have been disowned by his own son!
Heads on one side of the coin, Bob Sr. loved skipping off with Ben to some seedy motel, but on the home-front, things of a gay nature were taboo. Nice coverup, putting down those things he and Ben did behind closed doors.
This put Ben in a dilemma. He could've walked out, but unfortunately, unknown to him, his father left behind some medical bills. His salary was nothing compared to the lump sums of money Bob Sr. shelled out each time they met at the motel. It was either walk, or buck up and put up with homophobic slurs, out of the mouths of both Bob junior and senior (presumably as a coverup). Though, at the motel Ben would get some sense of revenge by way of mouth and then jackhammering Bob Sr. with his nine-inch drill!
Still, it did not prevent the gay-hate from passing on from father to son. Ben did think Bob Sr. did feel some remorse, though doesn't know how he kept his composure, when glancing off Ben's eyes. A man should not be able to keep a straight look, when on one hand, behind closed doors is sucking a man's cock, licking a man's balls, takes it up the ass, and then turns around, saying how disgusting and lewd it is for men to act that way. Man,' Ben could only think it, does he have Bob Jr. fooled!'
Indeed was Bob Jr. fooled. He never had a clue Ben was gay. On the other hand, Ben would often jerk off, picturing of turning straight-man-Bob `gay', whether he liked it or not. Nothing like having a muscle jock on his knees, wrists tied behind the back and forcing a 9" dick down his throat. Yeah, when Ben dreamed on, with hand wrapped around his cock, it was pure heaven when the gel flowed!
"Yeah," Bob Jr. had just connected with something his dad said, "take for instance Ben here," who stood at the table, his sturdy fortress of muscle and brawn held up a sterling silver tray of coffee urn, cream, toast, eggs, bacon and platters, "if they would stop fuckin' each other like bunnies and get to the gym, they'd be able to stand tall and proud like Ben here!"
Ben, instead of dwelling on Bob Jr., turned an incriminating look towards Bob Sr.
Instead of receiving Ben's backlash, Bob Sr. coughs up something nonexistent, "hrummph, uh yes, well, I'd better get off to the office."
Ben could only smile, thinking justice had been served. At least until he got Bob Sr. alone again in the next secret meetup at the motel!
"So, we good for the gym after school today, Ben?"
"As good as good can get!"
If only Bob Jr. knew what Ben meant by that, he would never have guessed it was about how his butler checked him out in the locker room, the shower, how Ben's eyes feasted on not only Bob's hot, muscular, hairy bod, but also long dick and big balls. But when his pants were down and bending over...oh man, Ben's balls pulsed with fervent emotion, wanting to find out how tight Bobby-boy's ass could be.
Over the years, from Bob's younger years of the gentlemanly handshake, the teen years have given away to the knuckle-bump', then Bob grabbing his stuff and heading out to his new Mustang, grad gift from the rents.
Ben could only think of his own dilemma, trying to keep his crotch under control, while in the presence of both Bobs'. The afterglow', thinking of this afternoon, first with meeting Bob Sr. on the lunch hour, then Bob Jr. after school, it had him thinking of who more would be more worthy of taking it up the ass!
When Ron had tagged Bob Jr. on the shoulder, Ben was just about to enter that zone
"Surfer? What surfer?" Bob interrogated his bud, Ron. "Who is the asshole who thinks he can lay a hand on my property?"
"I dunno. Some new dude I never saw before. He had his hands all over her."
Not at all like his business father, Bob Jr. had the `react first, think later' mentality, which had him grabbing his sweaty tank top and without even putting it on, lit out of there, Ron in tow.
Catching Ben on the way out, "no workout today, Bob?"
"Later," was all Ben got from Bob, in a condescending tone. "I got business to attend to."
Ben thought it abrupt, watching that tight ass peel out of there, with afterthought, "damn shame!"
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Meanwhile, at the beach, dry land, Loretta had just stepped on her board, Flip stepping on his surfboard instructing, "it's more than balance, Loretta. You see, a wave can come from any direction and catch the board. You have to be prepared for stuff like that."
Then, as part of the instruction, Flip would put his foot on Loretta's surfboard, give it a little twist and rock it back and forth with a small swivel.
"Whoaaaaa!"
First two times Loretta fell, but now was holding her own.
That is, until a blue Ford Mustang pulls into the beach parking lot.
From a distance, Loretta wasn't paying attention, but behind the wheel Bob was stalking the seashore like a hawk.
Ron points through the dash window, "there!"
Just as Bob lays eyes on Loretta, she takes a spill, Flip more or less adding his bod to block, catching her by one arm.
"That fuckin'," Bob slowly gets out of the Mustang, "no man lays hands on my..."
Reaching over, Ron, he knows how temperate Bob can get, grabbing him by the other arm and re-seating his bud, "what're you gonna do?"
Ass landing heavy in the drivers seat, stifles Bob back to sanity somewhat, "you're right."
Ron, who is rarely right, utters, "like, I am?"
"Yeah, nuttin' we can do about that fuckin' asshole in broad daylight."
He wasn't thinking it, but agrees, "exactly. That's what I was thinking."
"That's where you come in."
"That's what I was thinking," Ron seemed two steps ahead.
"Your gonna follow him. Find out where he goes."
"Stalk him, you mean."
Without taking his eyes from the beach horizon, Bob says, "know his every move, then come back and report to me."
Ron, who spends more time at the beach than the gym, reveals, "well I know for a fact, after surfing in the morning, he has his lunch under the boardwalk, at the end of the pier."
"Where? Take me there."
They get out of the car. Ron leads his bud down to the end of the pier. Slowly the crowds dissipate, choice beach sand giving away to more of a gravelly texture.
"Right here."
Ron didn't dare mention to his buddy, he's seen gay dudes making out under the heavy wooden overhead. It only took that one time he sought out a cooler environment of which he had his own lunch, working last summer at the arcade.
Unlike some, Ron's parents thought it good he take on a summer job, earn his own money, instead of having it dealt out to him for doing nothing at all for the dividends.
Patting Bob on the shoulder, "well, I gotta go. My shift starts soon."
More focused on getting even, than his buddy's summer job, at which he almost always taunted Ron about, Bob says, "go. We'll talk later."
Bob scoped out the surroundings, which comprised of a tall pier, wide, getting darker underneath as it stretched towards the land. Water sopped up to his ankles, until Bob stepped out of it. Looking high and low, the wheels of his devious brain began turning. A fan of horror, Bob reflected on victims being tied and then his vengeance begotten. Not into doing anything horribly horrible, Bob just thought a nice little workover would teach the trespasser to keep hands off, along with a vocal warning. Before he left the pier, he scouted around for a nice little place to hide. Crouching down behind some loose timbers, he fit nicely. Then, as if the day, place and time, Bob sprung out of his lair and made like he grabbed his prey.
"No good," he said out loud.
Three more tries, Bob was satisfied with each leap, each time more lust for revenge giving him stamina to jump out of his crumbled up position.
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Meanwhile, after finishing up his session with Loretta, Flip had just put his board up for the afternoon, when his boss, Tyler Harris comes by.
"Uh, I hate to spring this on you, Engelhard, but I know you won't mind the overtime," Tyler doesn't wait for an answer, "but I got a last minute enrollment."
Sort of a ploy of control, whenever Tyler called Flip by his surname, he would remind, "no problem, `Harris'!"
And as has followed, for the next few seconds or so, they stare with grimaces, until their lips open into smiles, Flip's lips preceding Tylers.
Flip doesn't mind a bit, never an imposition for his boss to address him, laying eyes on that beautiful chest weave, the trail cutting those beautiful abs in half, the beard...yup, everything is just too beautiful about Tyler.
But time is money, Flip breaking the stare-down, "yeah, I could use the overtime."
"Good," Tyler smiles, and for a sec returns the mutual check-out, "well, he's over there. Name's Chase. Says he borrowed his board from his brother, who's away at college. Hasn't got a clue to which end of the surfboard is up..."
Like always, and Flip has never taken offense to it, Tyler with his arm around his back, like they were lovers and not employer-employee, the occasional patting of a palm on his chest to drive a point home, the feel of the side of Tyler's hairy pec on his arm...
"Chase, this is Flip, the finest surfing instructor on the beach."
According to the other surfing instructor, Buddy, that could be debatable if put to the test. However, for this point in time, Buddy was teaching Surf Camp to young kids and not available to defend his status.
"Flip, Chase hasn't had much experience and..."
Admiring the youthful, smooth looks, `right now, who cares which end of the board is up!'
"Good luck!"
With that, Tyler is on his way, Chase left in Flip's hands.
"Uh, nice looking board you have there."
"Thanks. It's not mine. My brother is away at college for the summer and said I could borrow it, but not to wreck it."
"Well," Flip feels a little awkward, "I'll try not to instruct you in anyway which would make that happens."
Unlike Tyler had said, Chase knew which end was up, which had the two planting the correct ends of their boards in the sand.
It seemed like Flip did all the talking, Chase mumbling as opportunity called for it, an "ok."
He wasn't a big talker, but a good listener.
So Flip thought, until he ventured to asked about this and that, finally touching on family, "so, you have brothers and sisters?"
That got Chase going, "I have a brother in college, remember it's his board?"
"Right. Like you said," Flip recalls.
"Sometimes it was kind of tough, in high school I mean, people learning I had two dads, instead of a mom and dad."
"Two dads?"
`Oops,' Flip condemned himself for taking the chance and mentioning it, but as always, never caved in, "yeah. That bother you?"
"Um, no. I mean, why would it?" Flip wasn't sure, but being Chase had two dads, surely he was okay with dudes being gay. "You know what they say, it takes one to know one!"
Flip waited.
Chase knew he heard what he heard, but thought about himself. Purposefully, having been put in the position of overhearing about some guys in his high school being gay and dealing with harsh overtones, he kept silent about his own sexuality. However, a quick analyzing of the situation, "uh, yeah. I heard they said that."
Chase's response left Flip a little confused, so he spelled it out, "what I was trying to say is, I'm gay...me," he thumps his chest with all ten fingertips.
"Oh. I guess me too then."
Flip was totally out to anyone, having lost a customer or two who couldn't deal with it. On the other side of the coin, it has been his gain, high school dudes feeling a sense of brotherhood, having a gay mentor to look to for both surfing tips and facts of gay life.
"One would think, if a dude has two dads, they're gay too, right?"
"Not at all," Flip wondered where this was going, "I certainly did not think that."
Though, there was always hope!
"Then..."
Chase had never been around anyone, where he could discuss his true feelings with. He thought once about discussing something with the guidance counselor at school, but chances the touchy subject matter would filter back to his home. Well, the pressure at this moment was not something Chase felt would warrant backlash.
"...since they are gay, they would understand."
``Gay', `understand'," a pattern was forming here for Flip, and even though sketchy, he was feeling compelled, "you mean, having two gay dads, it might be easier for a son to discuss maybe being gay?"
"I guess that's what I mean."
Well, Chase didn't drop his board, wasn't making a mad dash for the ocean, nor the parking lot, so Flip figured he was on some golden path here, "are you gay, Chase?"
All clammy, Chase says, "I guess I might be."
Rather than prolong the obvious, "it did help that I had two dads to come out to." Then, tosses it back into Chase's court, "what about you? Have you come out to your folks?"
After a huge gulp, Chase clams up, "oh no. I could never do that!"
This surfing lesson was going nowhere, so Flip drops his board, sitting on top of it, "let's sit for a minute. There'll be plenty of waves when we're done."
"Really?"
"Sure," Flip watches Chase drop his board, but pats the space next to his own butt, "sit here."
It felt awkward for the eighteen year old. Purposely, whenever sitting down anywhere, Chase tried not parking next to the butt of another guy, something like he might start feeling `gay' through osmosis and throw an unintentional woody. Something like that has already happened, just by staring at a hot dude from afar. The gel heats up, starts moving down his tube and before Chase knows it, his pants are filled with an erection!
With a thud Chase's ass lands on Flip's board, "what do you want to talk about?"
Looking to the ocean, Flip says, "the water," looks up, "the sky," stares next to him, "you," he smiles.
Over the past couple of years, after knowing about himself, Chase has always hoped another gay guy in his class would figuratively land in his lap.
"Um, you're gay, right?"
"I thought we already established that...that we're both gay, right?"
Chase had never admitted it to anyone, but Flip was being so easygoing, "uh. Yeah. I guess so."
"Cool. Then we should be okay, talking about anything gay with each other, right?"
Chase was like a Pandora's box of questions, ready to pop open, "have you ever kissed a guy?"
"I'm in college. It's not like high school. Sure. I've kissed plenty of guys." Then, while on the subject, Flip dares say, "why? Would you like to kiss me?"
Flip couldn't help laugh, at Chase's eyes, about ready to pop out of the sockets!
"Here? On the beach?"
"Well, I don't make it a habit of it...kissing boys on the beach," Flip laughs his ass off. But after knocking it off, "I usually wait until it's a romantic moment."
"That's how I thought it would be."
"Oh, so you've thought of kissing a boy?"
"I wondered if it was like kissing a girl."
"Oh?" Flip questions, staring out into the sea, sifting piles of sand, hand to hand, "how many girls have you kissed?"
"Only my mother. But she's dead."
"Oh."
After a brief silence, Flip says, "when did that happen?"
"When I was ten. I hardly remember her anymore."
Accepting things as is, Flip asks, "and what about your dad."
"I see him sometimes. Not as much since she died. Mostly I see my nanny. Well, I did until I turned eighteen last month. Then my dad said I didn't need a nanny anymore. He said I was a man. But how would he know? He hasn't been around to get to know me. He's more interested in his work and being at the office than anything I ever did. Oh, and then there's his girlfriend, and I mean `girl', half his age."
"Is she a nice person?"
"She's a witch. Nice to him, but when he's wasn't around threatened me with sending me off to boarding school, but that never happened, because my brother did't like her either, which is why he took care of that little problem."
It seemed like Chase's life was spiral, an add-in to the story with every twist and turn. Flip couldn't deny it stoked his interest, one in which leaves one curious, "oh, and how would that go?"
At times Chase poured his heart out with such distraught abandon, it actually looked like he was ready to break down and cry, when suddenly he threw in this sarcastic remark, "and boo-hoo, like I was so so sad that my brother made her cry!"
It was like the end of a chapter, with a sequel to follow, but for now the subject was put to rest. Flip was ready for the sequel, when Chase's hand comes to rest on his naked thigh, "and then what happened?"
The subject dropped, "let's just say, for me to say so, it's too repulsive," a sickening look comes over Chase's face, like he's ready to upchuck dinner.
"You know, you're a good actor?"
"Nah-h-h." Then Chase does a 360, "really? I am?"
"Yeah. It might be a good career move, if you don't have anything else going for you?"
"I dunno. My father wants me to pursue a business career like him."
"Is that what you want?"
Again, Chase's facial expression changes from `maybe' to flat out, "hell no. If I get good enough at surfing, maybe I'll become a surfer...like you!"
In the business, Flip had heard that quite often from teens who didn't have any career goals of pre-college age. Realistically, a dude of Chase's age had to have hundreds of hours of practice before thinking of the pro surfing circuit.
Yet, he didn't shoot Chase down, "what other interests do you have?"
"I play guitar. With my father out of the house most of the time and my brother at college, alone in the house gets to be kind of boring."
"Guitar, huh? I have a couple of buds who are trying to start up a band. I play drums. There's Wes on guitar, Dodo on flute..."
"Yeah, he's from one of those south sea islands, I forget where he said. A jolly kind of guy, he's always cracking jokes."
"Jolly? Hmm, in what way?"
Chase was going at something, Flip continuing to pave the way, "what I meant was, he's always there to cheer all of us up whenever any of us are down."
"Oh."
"But on the side, all the guys in the band are gay."
Now, thinking of himself as a candidate, "I guess I would fit right in, huh? Who else is there?"
"Tom, James and Gabriel. Gabriel went to classical music school. He plays electric violin, but doubles on guitar when needed. Tom sings lead vocals and James...no, wait. I always get them mixed up. Tom plays guitar and James, lead vocal."
"You've been playing with them and you don't know?" Chase says in a comical way, adding a laugh.
"I just joined them. They were sitting around one day, trying to think of a name for the band and I happened to come in and out of the blue said, how about `Attidude'?"
"Cool!"
"Yeah, so when they found out I played drums, I was a shoo in. But then they changed the name from Atti' to Alti'."
Chase thinks on it, but projecting a facial expression and mulling it over verbally, "hmm, Altidude. Yeah, they're right. It does sound cooler. When is my first rehearsal?"
"Uh, one thing though."
"What?" Chase's upbeat attitude reached a lull.
"You'll be the only high schooler in the group. The rest of us are college guys."
"Did you forget I'm eighteen now, my own man and can do whatever I want?"
In Flip's eyes, Chase did look younger than eighteen, but dwelt on the facts, "I did, but I'm sure my mind will catch up!"
"Well, we better get on with the surf lesson."
"If you say so."
Truthfully, Chase wanted to stay there, butt stuck to the surfboard and chat some more. Not only did he like the easy way Flip was conversing with him, but he was really cute looking. And, it was the first time he ever had a one-on-one chat with another about gay stuff.
Uprighting himself, Flip says, "I could owe you one lesson and we could go get something to eat?"
Glancing over to the surf shack on the beach, Chase says, "wouldn't your boss have a cow over it?"
Before, Flip was reluctant to mention anything about him and Tyler, "Tyler and me, we were friends before we were in business together."
"Oh, you're partners in the business?"
"Not exactly. It's complicated."
Not wanting to get into it, how he met Tyler when he was eighteen, wandering the Arcade, playing games and meeting the business owner, how a brief encounter developed into something more, Flip wasn't ready to unload that story just yet.
"Oh, then you're friends?"
He waited for a second, but it was obvious to him, Chase wasn't getting it. At one time he was an idiot of gay stuff and it took Tyler to bring him out of his nutshell. Maybe it was time he did the same for someone else?
Feeling compelled, "no, he's gay, you dummy!"
Chase was kind of hoping for something like this to come out. He might have not know all the ins and outs of relationships and meeting another man face to face, especially with a handsome dude like Flip sitting right next to him, "oh! He's gay? You're..."
"Yeah." Then, Flip goes gay-crazy, "see the two lifeguards over there?"
Looking where Flip is pointing, "over-where?"
"There. The ginger guy in the tank and the dark, hairy and handsome one with the beard?"
"Oh yeah. Them."
"Yeah, well they have this relationship going."
"Partners? Like your dads?"
Flip hasn't yet figured out, what the chummy lifeguards call it, "sort of. It's complicated, but yeah."
"Hmm," is all Chase is making of it.
Coming this far, Flip's mind tumbles back to the day he met Tyler at the Arcade, when he was eighteen. Young, seeking answers, his universe rocked by feelings he didn't understand, it prompted him to put it to Chase, "so, you want to go back to my place?"
"Your place?" Chase stopped, thought on it.
"I've got some cold pizza from last night we could heat up?"
"I dunno."
Flip, thinking maybe he's pushed it too far, too fast, "or we can grab a bite to eat on the boardwalk?"
Less to think about, Chase shrugs both shoulders, "uh, sure."
Regardless, Flip informs the boss, "uh, we're going to leave our boards here, Tyler and pick it up where we left off tomorrow."
Tyler, in the outfit he prefers, on the beach, off the beach, speedo, flaunts his beautiful, beefy, bulked up, hairy pecs and shaggy tummy trail, "of course," he winks, "taking it back to your place?"
Flip didn't say the boardwalk, but with a wry smile, "why? Wanna come along?"
Eyes wide open, "well yeah, but you know I can't leave the shop?!"
"Yeah, I know," Flip flashes a vengeful smile.
Picking up his tank top, tucking it in the back of his swimsuit, almost in the crack of his ass, Flip turns towards Chase, "got your stuff?"
"Right here," Chase says, picking up a cute pink beach bag with blue flowers and daffodils.
Taking it, Flip flips it over, dumping it out.
"What're you doing?"
"You kidding? My grandmother wouldn't be caught dead with that bag at the beach!"
Swiping his tank from out of the crack of his ass, Flip says, "here, wrap that stuff up in this."
Together they fill Flip's tank top and tie it into a satchel, holding most of the stuff that was in the bag. Flip questions stuff, like since there's suntan lotion, why would Chase need something to put on sunburn?
"I dunno. My nanny used to put stuff in the bag, so I..."
"So," Flip smiles, puts it to him, "since you're your own man now, what do you think you really need from that bag?"
Untying Flip's tank top satchel, Chase picks up the lotion, "just this."
"And the nanny-bag?"
Chase flips it into the trash barrel.
Holding the tank in his hand, Chase offers, "here you go."
Turning around, but looking over his own shoulder, Flip says, "you know where it goes!"
Biting his lip, Chase says, "really?"
Stealing the shirt back, Flip says, "maybe not on the first date!"
Well, Chase was kinda sad for himself, that he didn't take the plunge and dip his shirted fingers into the back pocket' of Flip's red swimsuit, but relieved because he thought his cock was feeling enough pangs with all this talk of going home for stale pizza' and stuff.
Being an employee at the beach, staff had their own parking set aside, which had Chase saying, "convenient."
"Oh, and much easier to find. It's a little on the cloudy side today, but when it's a full-sun day, this place fills up and a person's lucky they can find their car."
They reach Flip's jeep.
"We can leave our stuff here and head over to the boardwalk, or drive there?"
Seeing Flip sitting behind the driver seat, Chase isn't really sure why his flip-flops seem glued to the pavement. It took an orchestrated effort of grabbing the overhead bar of the jeep, pulling on an arm, lifting his left leg and then finally hoisting his butt over the seat, till he sat face-forward, "nope. All set. Let's go."
It didn't sound too convincing to Flip, Chase wanting to get under way, but he turned the key anyhoo.
Backing out, they were just about to make their getaway, when the boss comes running over, hand in the air, jiggling something about like a flag.
"Hey, hold up there!"
He didn't stop at Flip's side of the jeep, rather hustling around the hood, until parallel, Tyler stood at Chase's side of the vehicle.
"Wondered if you would be missing this?"
Chase surely wondered if what Flip said about Tyler was true, that he always seemed to look the same; shirt-stripped, back pack straps fencing in all that lush, beautiful pec-hair and that stripe down the stomach! Like the first time Chase lay eyes on it, it branded in his mind the total beauty of separating those taut abs. To top it off, sitting, with Tyler standing, it was like he was point blank staring into the tunnel of his navel...then, the light hair covering...it was really revving up Chase's nuts right about now!
It took Flip's nudge of the elbow for Chase to forget about hairy navels, but he dummied up quick when he realized he was evading the question too long, "uh, yeah. Thanks. I would've for certain been missing my goggles. Thanks."
Under his breath, Flip was saying, how `too young' Chase was for Tyler, but the boss did set himself up for the commentary, holding one end of the elastic strap, playing an innocent tug o'war.
"You're welcome."
How could Flip not roll his eyes at the game the two were playing, Chase tugging, Tyler being just as grabby.
Then Chase howled, thinking it funny, treating the goggles like an elastic band, letting go at the taut expanse, which had his end bouncing off of Tyler's right pec!
"Oooh, that hurt so bad," Tyler rubs his left fingertips over his right nip.
Sarcastically, Flip says, "why don't you kiss it and make it better, Chase."
Stoopid of such things, for real Chase turns to Flip, "really?"
"Mm-mm," Tyler wiggles his brows, for Flip's review.
"Remember Ty, you're at least twice as old as Chase here?"
Tyler was about to criticize Flip's remark, but Chase jumps in with, "what does age have to do with it? I mean," he gets brazen, "I wouldn't mind being kissed by an older dude."
"Mm-mm-m, I could just taste those lips right now!"
Maybe Flip and Tyler were all funnin' like, but Chase was eating up every word, "really?"
"Whatsamatter, Ty?" Flip mocks, "lose your taste for Chase's lips?"
Chase didn't seem to hear Flip's laugh as he sat there, looking up Tyler's fuzzy bod, till it gave way to the chin stubble, then those tasty-looking lips. Then his nuts couldn't take it any longer. Like jumping to hoop a basketball, Chase jumps out of his seat and for leverage, pulls on Tyler's backpack straps and lands a peck on his lips!
Flip reacts, "oh-h-shit!"
Butt back in his seat, boyish grin on his face, Chase sits there, looking up at the lips he just kissed, waiting for Tyler's reaction.
Feeling his lips as he twisted his jaw in different directions, Tyler says, "well, I have to admit, that was some kiss!"
Slower ascent had Chase standing on his own. His smile gave way to something more of a serious nature, "for real? If you want, I can maybe...embellish on it?"
One eyebrow cocked, Tyler says, "embellish on it, eh?"
It's then, after Tyler looks down, that Chase realizes the tent in his swim trunks, "oops." Even more so when his hand tries covering up his teen erection, too stiff to press back into place!
"You know," Tyler directs more for Flip's benefit, but indirectly for Chase, "buddy could really run the shop, if you wanted to get a `dog on the boardwalk?"
"Why, I'd love too!"
"Not you. I meant Chase here," Tyler blatantly excludes Flip.
"Oh," Flip retorts, "that's what I thought you didn't mean."
"Huh?" Chase has his attention drawn away from Tyler's charming ways. "You don't mind, do you Flip?"
"Of course not. Why should I mind? I love cold, leftover pizza."
"Trust me," Tyler addresses Chase, "he loves the stuff. Can't get enough of it!"
Flip scratches his nose with his middle finger.
"Well okay then," Chase stands for the third time.
Tyler backs away, the perfect host!
Chase turns back to the jeep, "I guess I'll see you tomorrow for my first surfing lesson?"
"Right," Flip adds thought, `if you can still stand!'
Flip sits there in the driver seat, watching the teen walk off with `the older man'.
Little could he venture to guess, he had a secret admirer, chancing to stand three vehicles away, stalking, waiting for the perfect moment. The tiger waiting to attack his prey. Originally, Bob had scoped out the pier, but the beach hadn't begun to empty out into the parking lot, only two guys leaving early for the day. Now, with one of them lured away, that left the asshole who had hands all over his girlfriend.
While Flip waited and watched, just in case Chase had decided to bolt and head back to the jeep, Bob worked his way around the hoods of cars, oblivious to his prey, back to his seedy manuevers.
`Pow,' it came all at once, after Bob calls out, "hey, asshole!"
Flip never saw it coming, after turning his head, Bob's fist to the jaw. It almost knocked him into where Chase had sat. Dazed, Flip couldn't think.
Totally in control of his senses, except for the heightened rage Bob tended to go through when riled up, acting before thinking, "I'm not done with you yet!"
When Flip sat up, place his hand in defense tactic out in front of himself and with the rational, "wait. What's this about?"
Bob, built of brawn and little brain power, acted out, grabbing Flip by both arms, pulling him out of his seat and with his brawny right fist, planted it in Flip's gut.
It knocked the wind out of him as he took a head-first plunge into the window of the vehicle next to him, visibly cracking it...the window, not his head!
"I'm not done with you yet!"
Well, Bob thought he wasn't until a big `bear' tagged him on the shoulder, spun him around. Even his sixpack brawn of stomach muscle could not protect him from the surprise gut punch.
"We'll see about that," was all Bob heard as both hands clutched his stomach, caving to his knees and doubling over.
The `bear' rushes over to Flip, as he sat there on the ground, his back to the other vehicle. Lifting his chin, "hey, you okay?" With hardly an intelligent word, "no, you're not okay," he whips out his cell phone and dials 911.
In the meantime, Bob had crawled to the front of the vehicular line, over the bumpers which kept cars from entering the beach area, moaning and still holding the where knuckles caved in his abs.
As delicately as possible the `bear' coaxed the hurting youth onto his back, comforting, "take it easy. Just breath softly and slowly," and as he would offer anyone in distress, just the kind of person he is, "I've got your back."
Bob was not of the bear's concern, slipping away. The heavy ache in his stomach slowly dissipated, giving him the ability to stand and using car hoods, made his getaway to his car, escaping the scene.
The parking lanes seemed too narrow for an ambulance to pass through, but two paramedics, bags over shoulders, made it to where the `bear' stayed with the assault victim.
"Oh, it's you, Jim?"
"Yeah, I know," Jim Berringer, close friend, says, "I'm like a bad penny. I keep turning up!"
He could joke and still work with his hands, Jim taking vitals.
Right behind him was another paramedic, "got the link, Jim, whenever you're ready?" he means to the local hospital.
"Ahem!" the bear clears his throat, "I've never seen you before?"
Jim, with vitals in progress, turns to his friend, "really Jarrett?"
"Oh. Right," Jarrett holds his comments about the cub who just showed up, "I forgot."
Jarrett forgot, because, like a big muscle bear he is, 6'3, in beach attire, flaunting a full frontal assault of brawn and rich, lush, dark brown bod hair, picked it up, like a scent, that of a handsome cub!
He knew he shouldn't, but at least the cub wasn't allowing the big bear get away without a subtle, `woof, daddy,' he mouthed!
Knowing Jarrett, actually for at least ten years, Jim says, "really Tom?"
Tom apologizes, "sorry," both to Jim for neglecting his duty and Jarrett, for not carrying on a full blown conversation, "the job."
If he thought Flip was in serious danger, he wouldn't have added to the scenario going on between cub and bear, giving Jarrett a smirk.
Coming out of what was nearly an unconscious state, Flip asks, "where am I?"
Trying to sit up, Tom says, "oh no you don't," a hand to Flip's back as he cautions him with the other hand to his chest.
Paramedics treating Flip, a police officer shows, hovering over everyone squatting around the surfer.
"I should've known you'd be here!"
Looking up, "where were you last Saturday night, Adom?" Jarrett rises up, offering a handshake.
More hoisting Jarrett to his feet, Adom says, "had matters to attend to."
"Anyone I know?" Jarrett smiles.
Rather than dive into detail over the guy he issued a speeding ticket to, Adom deviates, "so, what happened here?"
Adom nods to Jim, after catching his eye, but also it doesn't go unnoticed, him checking out Tom.
"All I know is, I'm minding my own business and I come across this guy," he notices Bob has flown the coop, "well he's gone now, but he's hammering this guy with both fists. Sent him face-first into the car window and was about to go at him more, when I spun him around started a little hammering him myself!"
"Hmm," Officer Sayed smiles and then softly says, "could use some of that hammering myself!"
Making a fist, placing one hand over the balled up hand, Jarrett says, "just name the place and time, officer!"
Back to Flip, now being fitted to a stretched, collar around his neck, Adom says, "so that's all that happened?"
"Basically. Not much to tell, really."
"Description of the assailant?"
Smiling, Jarrett, who could be a versatile player, "what? You're not going to take me `downtown', to the interrogation room?"
Adom smiles back, "or my basement playroom?" he eyes Jarrett bare bod from top to crotch.
"Tempting," Jarrett replies.
If they weren't so `public', Jarrett might have reached out and touched Adom's pubic area, which he would have found as suspected, the policeman on edge!
"Saturday night party at my place, don't forget?"
Sarcastically, Jarrett says, "I hope you'll be there!"
Done with his phase of wrapping up the situation, Jim butts in, "I hope I'm on the guest list?"
Knowing what really turns Jim on, Jarrett says, "what, and pass up working over those hot nips?"
"Mm-mm," Jim smiles.
With a different game plan, Adom says, "why don't you bring your little cub friend, Jim?"
Jim replies, "Tom? I don't think he's into what we're into."
Tidying up Jim's uniform, undoing the top button of his white shirt, revealing massive chest hair, Adom retorts, "who says I'm going to give him a choice," he lets out an evil laugh.
Like Adom had it in the bag, Jim responds, "and who is to say Tom isn't into bending you over in the stocks and working your ass over?!"
"In that case we'll be taking it to my private, upstairs dungeon!"
But while Adom and Jim are making plans, Jarrett has decided to craft some of his own. Seeing that Tom has packed Flip into the ambulance, a second team of drivers whisking him away, he's returned to the scene, cleaning up any refuse.
"Nice job," Jarrett says.
"You too," Tom replies, first looking up, then standing, "I mean on stopping some guy from beating the surfer to a pulp. You might've saved his life," he ends, standing.
Sheepishly, the 37-year old says, "eh, it was nothing I wouldn't do for anyone else."
"And that's what makes you special," Tom says, leaning against the vehicle with the cracked passenger side window, like it was holding him up.
He didn't mean it to come out in a certain way, but it did, "I think you're pretty special too!"
Smartly, Tom says, "did you just come onto me?"
Gulping, with a look of fear on his face, Jarrett says, "if that's the way it sounded I didn't mean to."
"What a shame."
"Huh?"
Stepping forward, Tom brushes knuckles down Jarrett's embedded tummy trail, "because I think we could enjoy each other's company."
"We could?"
Backing away, Tom says, "yeah, but I'm duty and don't play around on company time."
Last ditch effort, Jarrett says, "well then, how about off company time, like around 7 tonight?"
"I get off work at 4, if you don't want to waste any time?"
Jarrett bit a lip. It was like one of those times when he had something pending, like a meeting with an important client, but wanted like hell to skip, "5, with dinner?"
Unlike what Adom thought, Tom was not a pushover, more the dominant-cub type, "I might get busy around 5."
Ninety-eight percent of the time Jarrett play the dominant role, whether it called for toys or the joys of gay sex, but when that 2 percent pushed him to the limits, "How about 4:30?"
Smiling, because he knew he had Jarrett `by the balls', "I guess I can go out of my way for you and make it at 5."
Being accommodating, because Tom was, Jarrett says, "I can make it well worth your while?"
"Oh, you will. No doubt about that!"
Jarrett's pubes were having mood swings. He knew, before his 4 o'clock meeting, he would have to find some relief.
"And oh," Tom turns a shoulder back to Jarrett, after walking away, "no jerking off before tonight. I want you on your knees and begging!"
It wasn't a request, more of an order. However, playing the dominant role over so many guys, he's done the same, which knowing what he's put men through, kept Jarrett on a jolly edge, "guess I'm not jerking off before his meeting!"
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Copyright 2019 T. Chase McPhee
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