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% Sexual safety matters. Remember guys, this is fiction. In real life, use protection.
PaTRick'S LuCKy CHarM 20 wriTten by T. Chase McPhee
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An airing out is what Jake needed, after building up such a sweat from his enduring career move. So, gliding along the countryside on a motorcycle, he figured by the time they got to the place where Sean intended on celebrating his promotion, he would be dry as a bone.
"Fancy restaurant," Jake mentions as the motorcycle pulls through an iron and brick entryway, covered in ivy. A comment coming back to him, didn't make it. He figured `noise pollution' as the culprit! But when they did stop, the two resting on one foot each on the flagstone pavement, Jake rearranged his question, "Swanky place. I don't think I'll pass the dress code."
Sean smiled at him, "We can shower inside."
"There's a shower in the restaurant?"
Off the cycle, Sean removes his helmet, Jake following. "This is my father's house."
"Your father's house?" Jake questioned the mansion in front of them, "but all the cars?" He figured it was the parking lot for the `restaurant'.
"Yes," Sean replies, "my father does have quite a collection."
Right away, Jake begins walking over to the yard of cars. "This corvette is awesome!" Sean almost caught up to him, but Jake sped on to the next car, saying, "What the hell is this?" Then changing his mind upon recognition, "Hey! This is the car in `Back To The Future'!"
Sean laughed, but also thought Jake was so cute, standing there with his hands on his torso, questioning the make of the gold-tone auto.
"Is this `real' gold?"
Right before putting himself in between Jake and car, Sean checks his watch and replies, "It's a DeLorean, named after it's creator, John Zachary DeLorean. My father was a friend of John DeLorean and as a token of the investment he made with the company, John had a special edition of the DMC-12 made for him."
Jake ran his finger across the side of the car.
"Check your finger. You have a small fortune attached to it," Sean said, smiling.
"Th-this is real gold?"
"Plated, but the finish is the flaw. It's why my father never takes it out for a spin."
Jake studied his index finger, replying, "I think I can see at least two bucks?"
Sean walks over, takes Jake's fingers and puts them in his mouth, sucking on them.
"Eweeeeeee!"
"Don't worry. It's clean. It's why all the cars are out today. The garage is being cleaned."
After giggling, Jake replies, "And I thought it was the restaurant parking lot!"
"See this?" Sean asks, rounding one of the cars and opening the door.
"It looks awesome, but I don't think I know...." But the closer he got, the more Jake picked up on the details of the red car, "Shit! This is a Lamborghini!" So the small logo said.
"A 2010 Murcielago. Get in."
Jake knew this was a luxury car and was afraid to touch this one, yet if he planned on carrying out a conversation with Sean, he would have to use the door handle.
But as he went to use it, Sean rolls down his electric window and yells, "Tell the door what you want it to do."
"Tell the door what I want it to do? I want it to open, dah!"
`Open' was the key and as he said it, the door pops open. "Fuck! This is so awesome!" Jake replies, looking constantly at the door as he parks his ass in the seat.
"Now what do you want the door to do?"
With a smile on his face, Jake replies, "Close, you asshole!"
They both begin laughing their asses off as the door closes.
Jake then says, "I hope I didn't hurt it's feelings!"
Sean laughed, but then rattled off some of the features, giving Jake a guided tour of the interiors, "Leather steering wheel, multimedia system, complete with navigator, Bluetooth, iPod, USB interface, fire extinguisher..." he checks the clock on the dash and hurries it up.
"In case you get overheated Sean?"
Sean smiled back, accusing Jake of, "Wise ass!" He then continued the tour, " And something you rarely see in a car these days, a rear camera?"
"So you can see me fucking you?"
Sean replies, "You are way too horny to continue this tour... let's go get ready to eat."
And it only proved Sean being right, Jake saying, "Hungry for my meat, Sean?"
"That too!" Sean replied, slapping Jake in the ass, then taking off in a light jog, "Beat you to the front door?"
Catching up to Sean, Jake asks, "How much does a car like that go for?"
Bent over, hands on his knees, Sean is breathing heavily while he answers, "Boy am I out of shape, um about a half a million bucks."
"What?" Jake says in awe.
Putting a hand on Jake's shoulder, Sean uprights himself, repeating, "I am `really' out of shape."
"No, I mean about the car."
"Oh that. Yeah, around a half million. C'mon, let's get inside and hit the showers!" Opening the door, Sean looked back. "Coming Jake?"
The price of the car derailed Jake's horny closet of jokes, walking in, shaking his head, saying, "A half a-million bucks. Shit! I probably wouldn't make even close to that even if I worked for the rest of my life!"
If the car phased him, the interior of the mansion more than wowwed Jake. "Is that an authentic van Gogh?"
"Dali," Sean replies, " and yes, it's an original." He figured it was going to be a long time before they got to the shower, Jake asking questions about almost every house furnishing which looked unique to him.
"Um, Easter's like over Sean? Don't you think your father should put these deorations away?"
Sean cackled, laughing at Jake's ignorance. "This," he takes the decorated egg out of Jake's hand and places it back on it's indiviual base, "is known as a Faberge egg and I'd be very careful of how I handled it. This one you were holding, my father bought at an auction. Apparently it's owner had no idea of the value and my father got it for the unbelievable low price of two million."
"Dollars?" Jake gasps. "Like how much is it really worth?"
Sean smiles. "Jake, some things are more valuable enjoying the esthetic quality of the work. This is one of the original inventory of sixty-eight made for the Russian Tsars, or collectors of the time. All can't be accounted for, but a buyer approached my father a year ago and offered him eleven and a half million for it."
"Whew!" Jake said, wiping the back of his hand over his forehead and it wasn't because he was sweating!
"Ready for that shower?"
"I dunno. The faucets aren't made out of gold and diamonds are they?"
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"Do I like smell like bird crap?"
Ke'ala laughed, "If you do, I do!"
Tony and Mick, resting too after all the hauling of cages from the truck to the environmentally controlled building, chill out as well, Tony saying of Patrick's comment, but adding Ke'ala to it, "You both smell like shit!"
By this time, Ke'ala had stripped off his tank top, Patrick following with his shirt, telling Tony off, "You think you smell any better Tony?"
Mick has a different of opinion. Taking Tony's hairy forearm in his hand, he says, "He's perfume to my nostrils!" He proceeds to lick up Tony's sweaty arm, from wrist to elbow.
"Yuck!" Patrick says of it. "You better hike up to the lodge and wash your mouth out with soap a.s.a.p. Mick!"
"I got a better idea," Tony says, placing his hands on his knees and getting up. "Why don't we hike out to my place, strip down and do a little skinnydipping in the lake?"
"Sounds good to me," Patrick says.
"You're `not' invited!"
Patrick gets his dibs in, "I can't believe you Tony."
"What?"
"All those times Jake helped you out and..."
"Yeah Jake. That's the key here," Tony replied.
It was meant as joking, but Patrick began to get the wrong idea about Tony's words. With sadness Patrick replies, "Oh. I just figured... since Jake is my best friend.. never mind... Um, I think I'll go check up on the birds."
"What was that about mate?" Mick asks Tony.
Ke'ala, sitting there, gets up and walks in the direction Patrick headed, wordless.
"I don't know," Tony says, looking at Ke'ala catching up to Patrick, the two talking.
"Teenagers!" Mick exclaims. "You'll never find out what's ailing that lad, Tony."
"Why not?" Tony questions him.
"Because nobody can ever figure out his age!"
"Huh?" Tony asks, taking off his baseball cap and mussing his hair, putting it back on.
"C'mon. I can't wait to get to the lake and see you in the raw!"
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More talkative about Sean's father's lifestyle, Jake asks as the water cascades down over them, "When your father... um," he doesn't want to mention dies', so chooses the alternate, "is like in the ground', are you going inherit everything?"
"Why? You into marrying rich guys?"
"Yeah. I don't really care much that you're an ugly son-of-a-bitch, but hey... you're loaded Sean and that's what counts!"
Facing Jake's back, watching him rid his bod of soap suds, Sean reaches around him, pasting his front to as he renders, "I probably deserved that."
Looking over his shoulder, Jake replies, "You did!" He followed it with a tiny smile, curling up one side of his mouth.
"So should we kiss and makeup?" Sean inquires, his hands by now smoothing over Jake's bod, their destination between his legs!
"You touch down there and you're going to have to `pay'!"
"Mm-m-m," Sean replies.
Sliding one of the multi-shower doors open, Jake makes his exit.
"Thanks!" Sean says of the shower jet hitting him right in the face.
Peeking his head back inside, Jake says, "I was going to say `my pleasure', but that's yet to come!"
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or now, Patrick wasn't thinking of about attire as he casually stripped out of his dress shirt and pants, making haste to hide himself beneath the waves of the pool. Fortunately the pool was closed due to the lifeguards at lunch, so they had everything to themselves.
What has become the past time of pool swimming, Patrick lies there on the surface of the water, Ke'ala handling him with care, gently gliding Patrick's bod over the top. "Thanks for talking me into doing this, Ke'ala."
"It soothes you?"
"Oh yeah," Patrick replied. "I don't know why I got mad at Tony."
"It doesn't matter, does it?"
"No," Patrick replies.
Then, skipping on to more happier stuff, Ke'ala makes comment, "When you come to Hawaii I will take you to `the vents' and give you another very nice massage. Even more."
Of course Patrick asked what it was.
"Geothermal waters, warmed from deep within the earth. It is very soothing and nice."
"I think `this' is soothing and nice!"
His hand reinforcing Patrick's back, Ke'ala leans over and kisses Patrick.
When he pops up, Patrick says, "It's one of the things that has been bothering me since we started... I think we are getting serious about each other. What do you think?"
"I am more than fond of you Patrick," Ke'ala replies, his hand slightly below sea level, surfing down the length of Patrick's chest, then stomach, then beyond.
"I think I feel the same, but what I was trying to get at, I'm not so sure about Hawaii and um, me getting there?"
"It is something I have thought about often, too. I have had to weigh it out. My work, my research, the many different places I visit on the islands for my work... it would be difficult to give up." And after hesitating, "but I would for a very good reason!"
But Ke'ala was more than happy when Patrick asks, "What do you think my chances are of getting into the University of Hawaii at such short notice?"
"Really? You will do this for me?" Ke'ala asks, all bubbly and excited.
"No, but I'll do it for us!"
Almost like rescuing Patrick in the water, Ke'ala skims the surface with Patrick's floating bod, as he speaks about how many different people he knows who can pull strings and almost certainly, can almost bet his life on it, there would be a place for Patrick when he gets to Hawaii.
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Unlike the loving couple in the country club pool, Mick and Tony were having a rambunctious time in the lake, Mick causing much of the commotion, pretending he's a gator underwater.
Popping up out of the water, Tony asks, "I don't understand how can you hold your breath so long, Mick!"
"Practice. I find a very good exercise for helping to learn the technique," Mick replied.
Detecting something very suggestive in Mick's measure, Tony asks, "And that would be?" Again Tony searched over the top of the water, looking all about the small lake. Suddenly, there was Mick. Right in front of him. Even though the water was a little green, he could see Mick's back and ass approaching him that order. "What's he up to?" Tony asked out loud. "Oh-h-h-h!" he suddenly found out, Mick torpedoing his pubes with his mouth. After less than a minute, Mick comes up for air. "Why'd you stop?"
"Ran out of air, mate!"
"That's not an excuse to stop pleasuring me!"
Tony's joking cost him, Mick standing up and taking him under with him. Unintentionally they wound up groping each other, in the pubes, Tony grabbing a chunk of ass, Mick parting Tony's asschecks, accidentlly touching his hole, Tony switching around fast, tweaking both of Mick's nips... this went on until Tony decided it was enough, exiting the lake, Mick calling out as he floated on the surface, "Wimping out on me mate?"
Tony didn't answer, instead lying down on the ground on his back.
Out of the water, Mick lay right down on Tony, asking, "All that musky aroma... it's gone!"
"For the better," Tony replies.
Lying fully down, Mick covered Tony, their lips fitting together like a puzzle. He tells Tony, "You know it's all your fault!"
"What is?"
"Giving me a reason to `rise'?"
"Hm-m," Tony replied, feeling his pubes getting crowded. "Why don't you do something about it!"
There wasn't any conversation regarding such, but things seemed to fall into place without any verbal bartering, Mick kneeling, snaking up Tony's bod, his ass first setting on Tony's stomach, then settling on his chest.
"Might ruin my appetite," Tony says, which was as good as saying, `go right on ahead'.
Not hesitating, Mick leaned farther forward.
Knowing where this was headed, Tony opens his mouth and gets choked! Spitting out Mick's nine inches, Tony says, "I can't hold my breath underwater as long as you Mick!"
While Tony exercised his lungs, Mick is up and looking around. "This is not too different from the ranch I have back home?"
"Georgia?"
"No. Austrailia," Mick replies, recentering his attention on Tony.
"Look," Tony says, pointing to the snake on his chest, "it's dead weight!" He picks up the soft meat and drops it.
"I guess I got took up in the surroundings," Mick says, getting up, standing.
"Give hand," Tony says.
Reaching down, Mick's hand becomes attached to Tony. Hauling him up, Mick with most of the pull, their chests butting together.
"Oomphff!" Tony says.
"Nice runnin' inta ya mate!"
Tony cordially invites, "How about we head inside the farmhouse and you can run into me with my back turned!"
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Running out of the jon, Sean was in pursuit. Jake had a towel around his waist, but it had fallen off. When there came a knock at the door of the bedroom, one of the servants called out, "I have a visitor waiting downstairs for you sir?"
"That would be Damian," Sean says.
"Who's Damian?" Jake replies. And with forming the towel around his waist once more, he says, "I thought you and I were going out to dinner, Sean?"
"We are... we are... We've got plenty of time. Damian's only in town for a few hours and I told him he could come over for awhile. You don't mind Jake, do you?"
"I suppose not. Is he gay?" Jake didn't know why he bothered asking, already sensing it.
The answer was affirmative and before long there came a second knock at the door. "Sean?" the gruff voice called out.
"Hey!" Sean greeted the dude with open arms, welcoming him into the bedroom.
"Sean!" Jake shouted out loud, when things changed.
"Ughh-h-h... oh fuck Damian!"
"Just a reminder about who's boss!" Damian giggled as he said it, like it was a joke. "What's-a-matter Sean? You used to take a gut-punch better than this?"
Panting, Sean replies as he half uprights himself, a hand on Damian's shoulder to steady him. "I'm just out of practice, that's all Damian."
"It's `Master Damian' to you, or did you forget that too?"
Right now Jake didn't care. He's been all through this with Salv and Salv's master-friend' and really didn't have an interest in the game'. Too, he didn't care for the stare he got, the look lurking over Sean's shouder. Suddenly things didn't look too rosy. "Um, Sean?"
Following Damian into the room, Sean replies, "It's only a game we used to play Jake. Damian here is a friend."
But Jake didn't think so, not with the guy, who taller and more wide-shouldered than himself, as he preyed upon him with his eyes, studying Jake up and down, from head to almost toe. He especially got a little fearful when the dude reached out for the towel around his waist!
"Let's see what you're packin' boy!"
This was definitely `not' headed in the direction Jake wanted things to go.
"Um, Damian, he's not into this type of playing around. He came over to shower and then we're going to celebrate his new job," Sean replied hastily.
"Celebrate, huh? I'd sure like to celebrate with my cock up his ass!"
"You can damn well forget any notions you have about that dirtbag!"
He might have been taller, more muscled, bulkier, but Jake has been in some tight fixes like this before and getting out was a cinch if you knew two things; one, reacting quickly and two, knowing how to apply as much force as possible with the knee! Fortunately, even though the hands to the shoulder would not work, because of his petite size compared to this gargantuan, but for the fact Damian was wearing a leather harness to compliment the rest of the ensemble, it didn't take much thought for Jake to think what the catalyst would be towards smashing his knee into the dude's lower anatomy.
"Oh shit!" Sean said when Damian cried out in pain, then dropped to his knees, holding both hands to his chaps, trying to cuddle up to the pain in his balls.
"You can say that again, Sean. Um, like when were you going to tell me your friend was coming over, when he had me pinned to the bed and shoving his fat cock up my ass?"
"No. Wait. I had no idea Damian was going to do something like this. I thought he would show and the three of us could go out to dinner," Sean pleaded as Jake searched for all his clothes.
"And just when did you know Damian was coming?"
Sean didn't say word. He didn't have to as Damian was starting to come out of his clash with pain and said, "I don't give a damn which one of ya's want it, but one of ya's is gonna get my cock up your chute!"
"It isn't gonna be me!" Sean replies.
"Then again," Damian changed course, "would be real nice to have a teen ass to pound!"
"No, Damian," Sean called out.
Bent on getting what he wanted, Damian began going after Jake.
"Not in your lifetime, dickhead!" Jake replies. His only recourse to defense was his jeans. Taking the legs in his hand, he whipped them around in the air.
Unsuspecting, Damian once again was knocked off balance, the belt buckle hitting him in the chest. "Oh shit!" he said, his hand coming away from himself blood smeared on his hand.
"Sean, you coming?" Jake asks, making his getaway.
But Jake was so disgusted when Sean tells him, "After what you did to Damian? No way. I've got to stay and help him!"
`What?' Jake thought to himself, totally whacked out of his gourd. "Stay? But the man is a barbarian Sean!"
"You better get the fuck out of here Jake, because when Damian gets his wits about himself, he'll be coming after you!"
Believing him, Jake left the deranged scene. His pants, for all he knows, everything in them, were too close to Damian, so he lit out of there like a bat out of hell, leaving everything behind. Downstairs, he ran through the study and on his way cried out, "Sorry Mr. Faberge!" Like a magician he rips the table covering out from underneath, but not being a practiced magician, the lot of the eggs wound up on the floor. Not stopping, Jake figured his life was totally worth more than a few Russian eggs. And when he got out the front door, slammed it shut behind him, he remarks to himself, "What a nightmare!"
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They swam and five minutes before the lifeguard's lunch time had ended, Ke'ala and Patrick thought about leaving the water behind.
"Hi. Can I come in yet?"
It was Timmy!
Since Patrick was the director, it was his call whether to allow Timmy, complete with a `ducky' tube around his waist, and his parents tagging along, to let them in. "Sure. I can't see why not," he replied.
Timmy's parents thanked him, but it seemed they were off on their own, leaving Timmy to do his own thing. Inverted, over on to his stomach, Patrick watched as Ke'ala swam to the rescue, helping Timmy gradually float into the water. He smiled after Ke'ala asked if Timmy could swim, the result, Ke'ala showing Timmy a few arm strokes. Only once in his lifetime did Patrick think about having kids of his own, but with being gay he didn't think it would ever happen and felt disappointed. However, with the virtuality of adoption, he seemed it a reality for himself someday. All which remained is finding the right guy to help bring up either a boy or girl or both. When Timmy's `ducky' started floating away, Timmy in Ke'ala's care, Patrick sought to rescue it from the lonely pool waters. Holding on to it, Patrick got a few remarks from the returning lifeguards. He didn't need to, but explained how Timmy arrived in the water before they did.
Then, Patrick's eyes were back on the camaraderie developing between Ke'ala and Timmy. It made him feel good. Then and there, Patrick hugged `ducky' thinking how fortunate he was to have a guy which embraced the best of both worlds, adulthood and childhood, in a loving and caring manner. His right hand clutching his lucky charm, Patrick says to himself, "I'm such a lucky guy! Thank you to whoever made ths charm lucky!" Then, from not very far away, Patrick hears a strange noise.
"Ps-s-s-s-s-s-st!"
He looks around, thinking it's some kid playing a joke on him.
"Ps-s-s-s-s-s-st!"
But then again, "There it is again," he says to himself, again perusing the area in a three hundred and sixty degree arc. This time he sees something moving in between the slats in the white fence, something gold-like and burgundy. Swimming over to the step-in part of the pool, he says, "Be back in a minute Ke'ala." No sense alarming his lover, since he was having a good time with Timmy.
Walking out of the gate, he hears, "Over here Patrick!"
Walking behind a bush, Patrick discovers, "Jake?" Around his waist is fashioned a diaper of some brilliant cloth, looking like a grandma's heirloom hall rug.
"We need to talk!"
"But what happened to your clothes? Where is Sean?"
"He's not here. He's at home. At `his' home." And in desperation, "I need some clothes!"
In a roundabout way, Patrick led Jake around the buildings and grounds. Jake helped some, knowing the landscape blueprint.
"He what?" Patrick replied when Jake explained a part of his tale.
"Yeah, after I whacked Damian with my belt... well, belt attached to my jeans, I told Sean to `come on' and he turned right around, defending the leather dude."
"But aren't you two supposed to be boyfriends?" Patrick questions.
"I thought we had something going. I can't believe he like, `turned' on me. I think he thought it was all my fault! I don't know Pat."
Patrick hated being called `Pat', but let it slide in this case. "I don't either, but something very strange is going on here."
"Ya'think so?" Jake replies. But then Jake remembers, "You know I have a feeling Sean knew Damian was going to be there when he came to the country club to pick me up?"
As Patrick keyed the door to the supply building, where all the uniforms were kept, he tells right out, "If you ask me, it sounds like some kind of set up."
"Really? You think Sean would do shit like that to me?"
For Patrick and Jake, usually it came the other way around, Jake dishing out the wise words of wisdom, Patrick following through, but with the tables turned, Patrick didn't think anything of dealing out good advice. "You don't know Sean but a few days?"
"Less," Jake said as he tried on a white undershirt.
"Well, that's no time to get to know a guy, where you've felt him out, instilled some trust in him." Drawing on his own experiences, Patrick says, "Not like Ke'ala and I. Look at us... we're almost ready to tie the knot!"
Astounded, Jake replies, "I hadn't realized you two have advanced so far." Then, the glee dropping from his personality, "How come I can't find a guy like you've got, Patrick? You're so lucky. That charm around your neck, it really works?"
"I don't know," Patrick surrenders his thoughts, even though a few mintues prior he was praising his lucky charm for bringing Ke'ala to him. "I think what's more important is how you go about it Jake. Now we've been friends for a very long time, right?"
"Forever," Jake replies.
"You know I wouldn't do or say anything which would hurt you?" Patrick puts his hand on Jake's shoulder, getting chummy with him.
"I trust you Patrick. You know that," Jake says.
"Do you trust Sean anywhere near as much as you trust me?"
"No way!" Jake made the choice outright and to the point.
"Another thing," and Patrick wasn't sure how this was going to go over with Jake, even though they have strong bonds, "you might hate me for saying this, but you don't try in the `right way' to try to land a relationship like Ke'ala and I share."
"Wait. Run that by me again?" Jake asks, a strange look on his face.
"If you want to haul off and slug me too, go ahead, but Jake, you go at looking for a guy from a cock and ass perspective, whereas you should be searching from the heart and mind!"
"Are you calling me a slut, Patrick?"
"No," Patrick said, not wanting to call it like it is, saying instead, "You're a smart guy Jake. You've got to go about finding a guy with more...more..." Using his hands to explain, he ran out of logical words, so confessed, "Uh yeah. Pretty much that says it all Jake!" And then to clarify himself, while he waited to see if Jake was going to punch his lights out, "You sort of like go at it from getting as much sex as you can and not really looking for a guy you want to real love for the rest of your life."
But Jake wasn't at all perturbed. This was Patrick he was talking with, a guy he's shared so many thoughts and adventures with. No way could he ever get to the point where he could blame him for telling it like it is. "Yeah. You're right. My life for the past few years has been pretty much like that. Yet," he contemplated on one affair, "I didn't feel too much like that with Tony. Tony's a decent man."
Patrick let it `out of the bag', "Not anymore." He took a few minutes time out to explain, then the friends were back on course.
"So, how do you think I should go about this finding a meaningful' guy in my life? You're the man' now that you've got something going with Ke'ala?"
"I would normally tell somebody, be yourself, Jake, but in this case you have to change and like put on a whole new `you'."
"But how?" Jake pleads.
Shortly in thought, it comes to Patrick that when September comes around, he's going to be making the break from the old hometown and gives Jake the same thought, "Come to Hawaii with me!"
"Hawaii? But we're registered at the community college here in town, dah?"
"Jake, do you want to stay here and hang around with the same guys, be stuck in the rut you have been in for most of your life?"
Less tense, Jake replies, "Well, they `do' have some hot looking surfers out there!"
"Jake?"
"What?"
"We've got a lot of work to do on you, but I'm not going to be able to help you long distance."
"So what am I supposed to do?"
"It's for you to make up your mind, but if it's any help, Ke'ala has a lot of friends at the college he does research for. He said almost as much, if I want to go, I'm `in'!"
"Hawaii, huh?" Jake says, scratching his head. "It's going to be expensive?"
"I think Ke'ala will let you stay with him too, until you can be out on your own?"
"Hawaii, huh?" Jake thought, not able to completely erase the hunks on surfboards, rolling in to shore on a wave, muscled as they hit where water hits sand, swipe their boards up out of the water like a toothpick and running in the sand. For a moment he could almost picture one of them running up to him.
"So you think about it. We've got time yet, Jake."
"How much time?" Jake asks.
"It's a big decision. Big decisions take more time, but we should make up our minds before too long. The quicker we apply to the university, the faster we'll find out if we can matriculate."
"You said `we'?" Jake announces.
"Right. Seems like I have a hidden agenda too. I actually wasn't going to follow Ke'ala out to Hawaii without you."
"You'd do that for me?" Jake says.
Patrick hits him back with, "No. You're going to Hawaii with me and that's that!"
"But what about the big decision which takes a long time to make?"
He puts it to his lifelong friend, "That decision is based on whether you want Sean to come with you or not and in my own opinion, I don't think it would be a wise choice."
"Wow! This is like so overwhelming. I can't believe, for once, you're giving me advice, Patrick!"
"No. There was one other big, big time when I told you you shouldn't really do something and you listened."
"Oh? When?" Jake asks with a foggy look on his face.
Smiling, Patrick replies, "Who was the only player on the football team who didn't get busted for mooning at the game?"
"Oh shit! How can I forget about something like that? And the team was even telling me how smart a guy I was for not following along!"
"Not to mention your parents not taking up the slack by being hit with a five hundred dollar fine for public indecency?"
But forgetting years past, Jake thinks about the current, saying, "I really have to think about this."
"Can I give you one last word of advice, Jake?" Patrick says, walking up to him, placing both hands on his friend's shoulders, the two inches apart.
"Go ahead," Jake shrugs his shoulders as if to think it might help in his decision.
"There never was anything there between you and Sean. Don't feel so bad about dumping him!" Placing his hand gently on Jake's cheek, he winds it up with, "I love you so much Jake. I want the best for you and I think taking off and making a move to Hawaii would be the healthiest thing for you."
"If you think so," Jake seemed to be letting Patrick's thoughts convince him.
"Yeah and who knows? Maybe you `will' hook up with some surfer-boy!"
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Copyright 2009 T. Chase McPhee
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The more you stretch, the more you can fit in... 'spread' happiness! TCMcP.....