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SuMMeR SoLSTiCe 11 WriTten by T. Chase McPhee
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Going upstairs to find a shirt, since the Nouguet beach outing wasn't to start for another 3 hours, Desi tried to figure out some things he could do to reap the rewards of an allowance.
Standing there in his room, after combing his tee shirt down over his bod, Desi turns to looking down, "What are we gonna do to earn our money, boy?"
With two barks from Kriton, Desi interprets the dog-talk, "Good idea!"
However, Kriton hadn't a clue, as Desi leads into his kids-jon', even though Desi was mumbling something about making the pup squeaky clean.'
Filling the tub with a few inches of water, he turns his head, saying, "Okay. Hop in Kriton!"
Caleb was a very good caretaker. He kept Kriton clean, brushed him. A person could tell.
Kriton though, could tell the difference between water `meant for soaping him up', from water which he ran out into the sea to fetch a stick. One was fun. The other not, which prompted Kriton to bolt out the door and head for the nearest hiding place, under Desi's bed. Standing, readying for the chase, Desi comments to himself, "Who woulda thought!" He slaps his hands down to his thighs.
Going at it from an adult's perspective, he lay down on his tummy, placed both hands under his chin, settling in for a long talk.
Speaking in a sweet tone, Desi says, "You know if you're not clean, dad's gonna kick you out? Look at me. I'm still here. You know why? I'm clean!"
With limited psychology towards reasoning with anyone, it frustrated Desi out real quick, caving in to rolling over on his back and lying there, looking to the ceiling for some clues.
Suddenly, probably thinking Desi is playing, Kriton comes out from under the bed and pounces on the kid's stomach, his from paws on Desi's chest, his lapping tongue licking the underside of his new master's chin.
Thinking this a sign, Desi quickly flails his arms to his own bod, capturing Kriton in the folds, saying, "Gotcha!"
Hastily, his good intentions went sour, sitting up and realizing, maybe he had gone about this as a trap'. He liked Kriton as though he were a good buddy. Thinking it, would he go and do the same to his dad, or....'
Slowly Desi stopped paying so much attention to Kriton, even relaxing his arms, breaking the bonds of imprisonment. Now, instead of a dog, he was thinking about Jake'. Already, at almost 12 years old, Desi, not realizing it, would begin thinking about his tastes in men. Right now, he was formulating in his mind what the goods' and `bads' were about Jake.
Jake wasn't fat, but bulky'. Desi had seen enough muscled guys in his life, especially going into the summer, Shiffer's Landing Search and Rescue' squad toning up for the ensuing beach season. He thought it was so awesome to see oiled up, tanned bods, with the son glistening off them. Sitting there on the beach, watching these guys go into action, it made him want to become a muscled man himself. More, he wondered which man he would resemble when he got to be their age: hairy, some hair or no hair, a trim wormy-trail' under his navel? Yeah, that was something definitely cool, hair on a guy's bod. Getting back to Jake, the first time he saw him in and out of the pool, was wow, did he have a lot of it!'
His mind was ready to go into some more detail, when he heard some splashing around. "Kriton!"
Getting up, Desi realizes his `prisoner' is gone! Running to the bath tub, he watches Kriton, on his short, stubby legs, running up and down the tub, falling over and doing all sorts of aquatic stuff.
"Why didn't you tell me you liked to take a bath?!"
Desi had to laugh his kid-ass off. All he had to do is squirt a little shampoo onto Kriton's back and the dog churned about until it became all soap-sudsy.
"Oh, it's gonna be fun giving you a bath!" Desi laughed. Having a second thought, the 11 year old also deviously thought about how much allowance this was going to reap him!
He wasn't laughing though, when Kriton puts both paws up on the side, hops over and runs!
In the middle of a laugh, terror suddenly shakes Desi. His bedroom door wasn't closed!
Fortunately for Desi, not for Diego and Jake, whom had worked themselves up into an amorous condition, Jake had caught `wet dog' making his way downstairs.
"Someone is missing a wet dog?" Jake confronts Desi.
Excusing himself, Desi takes Kriton from Jake's embrace, "I was starting to earn my allowance."
His dad says, "The hallway floor is wet, not to mention half the stairway?"
"No sweat, dad. I'll get a towel."
"I think what your father want to say," Jake jumps in, "if people don't see the wet soap on the floor, they could slip?"
"I get your point," Desi replies.
Diego was ready to say something else, Jake cutting in, "A good way to wash a dog is get in the tub with him. This way you can close door and he will not jump out, until you are ready to let him."
Getting his fatherly dibs in, Diego says, "And don't forget to close the jon door."
"Good idea," Desi replies. "I like both your ideas and," like he heard his father say a few times, "I'm going to implement them a.s.a.p.!" Turning from the two, "C'mon Kriton, lets get you dried."
From outside the jon, Desi hears his father yell, "Jake is a little tired and wants to lie down. I think I can use a cat nap myself."
"Sure dad," Desi is thinking up a storm already or what is going to happen behind the closed door of his father's room. Under his breath he says, `Have fun!'
Drying Kriton wasn't a problem, him being a compact dog. When it came to brushing, he wrinkled his nose up, looking at the only visible brush on the floor, the one to clean the toilet, saying of even attempting to think it, "Now that's just wrong!"
Standing, Desi spots his toothbrush in the little stand. Taking it out, he outweighs it against the toilet brush, choosing, saying, "It's gonna take like forever, Kriton!"
Meanwhile, down the hall, first thing Diego says is, "You know, I bet Desi hits us with an `allowance' bill for floor cleaning?" he laughs.
In a different direction, Jake realizes for them both, "He knows we are going to do more than take nap!"
"No, really?" Diego says, "is that why you're half-naked?"
Entering the room, Jake didn't hesitate to unbutton his shirt and peel it back over his shoulders.
Diego voices opinion, "I love watching a hairy man take his shirt off."
It was like Diego was watching a striptease, standing there and watching, instead of getting out of his clothes himself.
"You are not going to strip down?" Jake throws hint.
Even though the two had frolicked in between the sheets in the early morning hours, Diego remained a little on the nervous side, so made up for his jitters by giggling first, then saying, "You're kidding? You don't want to do it?!"
They were a little uneven in the stripping, Jake totally in the nude, Diego just going at his pants buckle.
Jake stepping forth, shooing Diego's hands away, he focuses on the task.
This gave Diego leeway to `touch', going right for the sixpack, "Love these," he feels up the hairy ripples.
"Mm-mmm," Jake replies. "Maybe you like my hairy pecs, too?"
The couple of hours they had together this morning, before both got too tired to get into the full throes of sex, Diego did learn how much Jake liked his nips toyed with, saying as he kneaded them, "Yeah, really like these!"
However, it was Jake, howling like a wolf, his hand actions slowing, allowing Diego's pants to fall to his knees, upon feeling fingers devastating his pecs, but not without full appeal.
`Strange', is not at all how Desi felt, sitting outside in the hallway, combing Kriton's fur with his toothbrush. The second time Michael Coelho visited his house, which was usually late at night, Desi found if he sat down in the hallway, his back to the wall and turned his head, leaning an ear up to the wallpaper, he could hear sounds or muffled words.
From the very first wall-encounter', Desi found out that Michael liked cock; liked it very much, though at the time, 2 years ago, he didn't know what cock' was! Remedying that situation, without it being obvious to his dad he was listening in, he said he heard a kid say it in the hallway at school, seeing the same dude pounce another kid with the back of his hand, against the crotch.
Diego, after hearing his son describe the incident, fell for the line and they went on to discuss not only cock', but the other words for it, as well as how the male anatomy was put together down there'.
Even though Desi was only 10 years old, almost 11, his father already summing up his son being more mature for his age, when Desi replied to a view, "I know dad. A guys balls are what makes the babies."
"Where did you learn that?" Diego had been suspicious.
No matter where Desi got his information, his answer always centered around the same locale, "The kids at school."
But the going-on-12 kid had his faults and first major fail', when he asks his father, "How come some guys like to suck cock?" He now knew the word cock' so naturally it fit right into his vocabulary, "and others want to sit back and like, relax?"
"Are they teaching you this in Science class?" Diego knew wisely, the opposite from his own peer's interactions.
He had not prepared himself, other than the same old, same old answer, "No. I heard some kid say..."
With suspicion, Diego names, "Was this kids' name Michael' by chance?"
Like a key word, the well-known name and visitor to their home caused Desi to gulp, and in panic, "Michael? Michael didn't say anything... I just heard him... I mean..."
It was the first incidence in which Diego realized just how thin the walls of the beach house. Sometimes, the better thing to do, instead of interrogation, was the silent treatment, putting his fork down, leaning back in the kitchen chair, folding his arms, waits.
"What?" is not the answer he expected.
No doubt, in high school, the latter years, Desi could have picked up some rough sex chatter. Hardly was the case, since he was only going into the 7th grade.
Not totally confessing, Desi replies to the straight-laced position of his father, "Okay, yeah, it must've been Michael."
Now it was Desi's turn to wait, thinking a backlash of words were ready to tidal wave over him.
Diego rarely got uptight over any issue. Unlike his own upbringing, a harsh rearing environment, it didn't rule over this household. He had already reasoned, himself being gay and with not being able to shield his son from the gay world, which in his estimation would unduly do more harm than good, he reckons, "I'm not mad."
"You're not?"
Visibly, Diego could see Desi slack out from a rigid, to a relaxed sitting position. "Not that I encourage you to listen in on things, well, I have to admit it could as much be my fault as well as Michael being a little too open about things."
"Like," not knowing the exact calling of it, "you and Michael doing it on the back porch, instead of in your room?"
At the time, Diego hadn't thought of it. It just happened. Already being stripped down to his boxer briefs and feeling horny, it didn't phase him, that late at night, with Desi upstairs in his bed, the kid would witness anything of the scene, Michael stripping down and licking him up, down, all around. Mostly stuck in his mind at this moment, was Desi having to wake Michael up, while their nude bods lay cemented together.
A sure thing, the sex education Desi was getting, wasn't taught in school, unless thought of it as `home schooling'. They had the rest of the summer to go through and certainly, with Jake part of the household, leaning that way, Diego perceived there would be lots of unanswered questions in his son's mind.
"I suppose that was not the right thing for either of us to do, but..." No reason why that education shouldn't start right here and now, while the situation presented itself, "before I say something I want you to know, some things we discuss in this household are for your own educational benefit and are not meant to be blasted all over the neighborhood?"
"Like what am I not supposed to say, dad?"
Speaking at the kid's level, Diego replies, "Sex stuff?"
Very grownup-like, Desi says, "Sure. I can keep it to myself, dad."
`That went over pretty well', Diego thinks, then proceeds, perhaps a bit nervously, "That thing... Um, that Michael and me were doing... it's called having sex together. Understand?"
"Sure, dad. Michael was naked, lying on top of you, in the buff."
It was a start. Getting up the guts to say it, Diego rationalized, if it didn't come from `Michael', then who?
"You caught us afterwards."
Desi cuts him off, "After sleeping. I understand dad."
It got complicated, Diego explaining, "It's a little more complicated than that."
Though it seemed it would take a lifetime to explain, neither would be afforded that amount of time. As luck would have it, they didn't have all morning to chat around the breakfast table.
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So, as Desi sat outside in the hallway, Kriton making his home in Desi's crotch, receiving soft pets, the almost-12 year old propped his ear against the wall and listened in. Drawing off his words to his dad, about the baby-makers, he often wondered how the babies all came about. He supposed he would have to wait until school started, unless his dad got brave again!
With about 1 hour down and 2 to go, until Alex's beach get together, Desi debates whether to change back into his shorts and tee shirt or hang out in his boardshort swim suit.
Suddenly, he turns and heads to the stairs, hearing the doorbell ring. Purposefully, perhaps with a bit of glee, racing past his father's closed door, he yells, "I'll get it!"
Behind the closed door, Diego is asking Jake, "Was that the doorbell?"
Jake's head was to the pillow, right after slipping from the four-point doggie position, his shoulders to the bed. He looked through his own legs, seeing his man-apparatus hanging down, Diego's stiffie in hand. Of the `pre-fuck', Jake says, "What a poor timing someone has!"
"I know," Diego replied.
By the time Jake flipped over onto his ass, Diego had secured the terry belt of his robe around the middle.
"You going to the door like that?" the Dubaiian laughs, pointing to the front of Diego's robe.
Again, the gesture, slapping his hands to his sides, Diego does a quick fix. Parting the robe, he slips his briefs on, pinning his erection to his stomach with the waistband, then refastening his belt.
Scooting over the mattress to exit the bed, he watches as Diego leaves the room. Again, Jake thinks about it, the top vs. bottom' thing, whereas he was allowing himself to be fucked. With his head buried in the pillow he was thinking, do I really want to do this?' However there was something there called caring and trust. More he thought about it, Jake figured this as his `calling out', seeking a relationship more than what Diego pursued, not which he didn't think Diego wanted to establish something more personal. Just the fact he was giving up his cherry to another man, he wasn't thinking twice about it.
He took more time than Diego, but in his pants and shirt he too left the room. Descending the stairs, there was Adrian and Cedric. For a split-second it was a moment's thought, thinking how hot Adrian was, decked out in a swim suit, a tank top over the mat of fur and skin. Then, the toss up got tossed out, seeing Diego and pondering for a second of how his tastes have changed, from the bear-type to more an `otter'.
Desi was all caught up in conversation with Cedric.
One thing which Diego was proud of Desi for, was over what Cedric was wearing.
In fact, Desi was so cheerful about, "Look, dad! Cedric's wearing the Quiksilver outfit I picked out!"
Cedric had liked it very much too, when Desi picked it out. He hoped it would not put a wrinkle in their friendship, when his uncle had taken him shopping and bought him this outfit, among other items, "It's okay?"
"Sure it's okay," Desi replies, ever conscious of Kriton at his heels. "I'll get something else. Besides, I think it looks better on you than it would on me!"
Diego addresses Adrian and Jake, "Am I hearing things?" he cleans out an ear with his pinky.
Getting a tidbit of information out of it, Adrian says, "I sure hope I can be as good a father to Cedric."
"Cedric is will be living with you?" Jake inquires.
"I have been in touch with my brother's attorney," Adrian replies, "and most likely Cedric will be my responsibility, since there isn't any other family to take him in. Besides," a firm smile creases Adrian's lips as he looks upon Cedric, "Cedric and me, we're no strangers."
Overhearing, Cedric says to Desi, "My uncle is going to be my dad from now on. Isn't that cool?"
Desi, as far as the maturity goes, says something he heard an older kid say, "Yeah, that rocks!"
Keenly eavesdropping on the conversation, Diego replies, "Rocks?"
"Rocks?" Jake picks up on in the middle of the threeway conversation, he, Adrian and Diego. At least he thought Diego was in on their jabbering?
"Uh, nothing," Diego replies. "So, Cedric is going to live with you?"
Two minutes ago, Adrian had concluded this subject, moving on to Alex's beach get together.
Setting him straight, Jake says, "Adrian has made up some pans of food. It is in trunk of his car. I will help him take it to Alex."
"Oh. Sure." Diego replies, like he was on the same page, but lost in a different paragraph! Then, turning on the kids, "You boys wanna help?"
It was a nice way of volunteering the two. Whereas Cedric was sketchy about whether or not he wanted to help, Desi dives right in, "Yeah, we can help!"
Diego thought it best if Adrian drove over to Alex's property, Jake tagging along. He and the kids headed for the hidden archway between properties.
Desi asks, "Dad, does helping Adrian bring food in, count towards my allowance?"
His dad replies, "We don't always have to get paid back for a kindness we do for someone else. Do you think Adrian is going to charge you for eating some of the food he made?"
"I suppose not."
Cedric was getting educated here too, Diego explaining, "Sometimes you have look beyond what is happening now and how it might affect your future."
"Really?" Desi replies, though he didn't really get the whole gist of things.
"It's like seeing the forest through the trees."
Turning to Cedric, Desi quizzes him, "What does that mean?"
Cedric shrugged his shoulders, his final answer.
Diego lifted the latch on the gate, leaving Desi to ponder over the phrase.
He smiles, hearing Desi say, "See the forest through the trees... see the forest..." He saw the gate through the trees. "Hmm," he wondered if this had any bearing on it!
Being the Nouguet beach house complex a wide piece of real estate, running parallel to the seashore, they had quite a journey on their hands to arrive at the front door. Also, much shrubbery blocked access directly to the front and they had to go through the house to connect with the driveway. Somewhere along the way Diego lost Cedric and Desi, the two spotting Justin out by the pool with one of his dads, `Kyle'.
"What happened to all our help?" Adrian asks Diego.
"Justin was out by the swimming pool. He was so excited to see the kids, I cut them some slack."
Jake jokes, "That mean we have to make you work twice as hard!"
"Oh? Who made you the task-master, Jake?" Diego asks, allowing him to slide oven mitts onto both hands. Adrian placed a rectangular tin into his hands. "Geesh! You guys aren't wasting any time!"
Unknown to Diego, and Jake was being courteous by not mentioning anything now, pondering if he whether would ever, how Adrian tried to come onto him in the car, with the short trip between beach houses.
After Diego heads into the house, Adrian confides, "Thanks for not saying anything about... you know?" he takes one side of a cooler in hand.
Reaching for the handle on the other side of the loaded ice chest, Jake says, "Two wrongs... they do not make a right. Besides this, I think you have been given a message, I have no interest in another man, hmm?"
Seeing he was thoroughly being let off the hook, though still a bit humiliated, Adrian replies in a humorous fashion, "Why did it have to be Diego who lands the hunk-of-a-bear? Mm-mm," like he was tasting a hunk of tender meat, "the man sure is gonna have it good!"
Since Jake did not find Adrian unattractive, which he could have easily pursued, the beefy chef putting on airs about how he could tantalize his cock, baste his meaty balls, stuff his ass with his tongue and other oral delicacies, but had already seen more in the developing relationship between Diego and himself.
His reply was sheer pleasure, "I know," already thinking about how tonight was going to go. Unlike the early morning hours and brief interlude an hour ago, Jake was thinking about his approach. Reluctancy was not a part of his intention. Instead, he would go right at it, parting the legs and going for the gold. Right now, even as he carried in the ice chest, sharing the responsibility with Adrian, allowed the chef to carry on about the ingredients and putting together the chicken parmesan. Yet, Jake wasn't tuned in to anything Adrian was saying and when they parked the cooler on the pavement of the indoor pool, with last remarks given about the beach party cuisines, Jake had an all together different opinion than Adrian's intent, "I bet it will be very good tasting!"
All those thoughts were erased, the boys running out the back door, serpentining around some patio furniture, towels flapping like Batman capes, Kyle in pursuit.
"Hey, Jake!" Kyle yelled out, not wasting a minute to chat.
"Wait!" Jake says, like he's shocked. "I see four boys," he counts them off on his fingers.
"That's right," Adrian seconds it. Then in question, "Alex and Kyle... they have one or two boys?"
Turning their attention away from the glass doors which separated the outdoor water area from the grand, curvy indoor pool, they see Alex approach, talking to someone.
Perhaps Jake was just as much in awe, but it was Adrian who gasps, "Oh... my... god...!"
Probably both felt some kind of twitching down yonder, but Adrian, the unattached male, licked his lips at the prospect of the two heading towards them.
"Guys, this is Seamus Aillig," Alex running through their connection, "We met in Australia last week. Shea wasn't due for a visit until next week, but..."
Adrian, who was more interested right now in the ginger bear's appearance, already has put two and two together, "Aillig? Niall, is he..."
Unbeknownst to two, Seamus, whom Alex already found out could be quite outspoken, had jested, from 30 feet away, if either of the hot men he feasted his eyes on by the pool, Jake and Adrian, `happened' to be gay?
Alex had confirmed, both', but gave warning the bear' on the left had almost cemented himself into a relationship.
Leaving Adrian the single `bear', the 26 year old ginger bear showed no reluctance in butting his stomach up to Adrian, even though Adrian's hand was already out to greet the Aussie, "Good to meet you mate!"
Meeting each other for the first time, the kiss was short and sweet, Adrian gasping for air, "Well, um... that was quite..." another breath of air, "a welcome!"
With Seamus already taken in by what he looked upon, the back of his hand was being sent a code, so he thought, "Nice welcome, mate!"
Looking upon the fluffy reddish-brown hair on top of Seamus' head, the ginger beard rounding his chops, Adrian replies, "God, you're beautiful!"
Sucking his teeth, Alex says, "Pathetic!"
In their own conversation, Seamus overhears Jake say as he slaps his hands together, "I am sorry to say I do not have any swim suit with me."
"Hmm," Seamus' eyes are all over Jake, "that should be interesting!"
Reading him like a book that's been read 10 times, Alex says, "Sorry Shea, but it's not a nude beach!"
On the same wavelength, Adrian comments, "What a pity!"
Seamus offers, "I think I might have an extra pair of trunks, mate?"
Patting Seamus on the stomach, his shirt covering the slight bulge of ab-meat, Jake replies, "Thank you, but I don't want to be swimming in your trunks', mate'!"
Alex heading off into the house, Jake on his heels, he thought someone from one of their pool parties might have left a swim suit behind.
"Sly one," Seamus says plainly.
"Hey, what happened to your Aussie accent?"
Turning his attention from the bear he couldn't coerce out of the den, Seamus butts his belly up to Adrian once more, fondling the hair on Adrian's forearms, "It was an act to impress you."
Curious, Adrian asks, "Alex tell you I'm gay?"
"Uh-huh-h-h," Seamus agrees, allows the answer to roll off his lips, weaving his hands in between Adrian's arms and torso.
"Did he happen to mention I am single?"
"Uh-huh-h-h."
"Um, you wouldn't happen to be single?"
"Uh-huh-h-h." Then he shut Adrian up with his lips!
Meanwhile, down in the sand by the sea, the kids were keeping Kyle busy. Sometimes the dynamite blond could be an easy pushover, but when it came to safety he was dead serious about the do's and don'ts.
Kelvyn Avedesigin, Seamus Aillig's nephew, had just turned seven, whereas Justin would turn the same age in October. Close in age, as were Desi and Cedric, in the 10-12 year old bracket. Of course, more trusting of the older kids, Kyle allowed them to wander a little from the shoreline, still wary of riptides. As for Justin and Kel, they grabbed up their pails and shovels and started building a sand castle.
Kyle helped out for a while, then headed down to the water to play with the older guys. He soon found out, turning up his nose, they wanted their `privacy'. Facing the shore and the younger boys playing, he only wished Justin would never grow up. Going all around Australia, while Alex was caught up in the fashion world, they became better friends than ever.
Size does matter and parking his rear on the edge of an oversized beach towel, if Kyle wanted to, he could stretch out his near-naked bod the full length. Right now though he played `lifeguard'.
"Hey, you don't have to worry about them two out there!"
Looking up, naturally, Kyle zeroed in on the fat, red bulge of the lifeguard's speedo, very much styled like an Andrew Christian design, simply answering, "Oh?" Eventually his eyes met the lifeguard's face.
Crouching down to a squat, Kyle was sure the seams would rip, as the lifeguard replies, "Nope. Got my eyes on them and not taking them off!"
Wise to most pickup lines, Kyle smiles, says, "In case you're wondering, I've already got a partner and we're happily married!"
"You don't remember me, do you?"
It was with this Kyle concentrated more on the face, instead of the package, "Yeah, you look familiar?"
"Cayman Karlyle? The big fashion party," getting loose with his words, "guys walkin' around with their balls hangin' out?" he laughs.
Putting things into perspective, Kyle recognizes, "You've changed your hair color. That's what fooled me, Micah."
"So, you do remember me. Yeah. I wanted to try being a blond, but it has it's drawbacks."
"How so?" Kyle realizes he's supposed to be playing `lifeguard' himself, his eyes darting into the surf.
"Had to shave the dark moss off," Micah puts a hand to his midchest, "except down here," he pushes in on the wrinkles in his stomach, which reveal a thin, dark strip.
"And what does that have to do with being a blond?"
"Too much trouble shaving, except," the 24 year old hesitates.
Looking out into the water, Micah decides, "I think the boys are going out a little too far," he stands, brushing sand off his hands.
Slowly Kyle does the same, but before he can do something about it, Micah is on it.
Whistling louder than an oriole, Micah, waving his hands, draws attention of Cedric and Desi. The kids weren't in any danger, but could have waded out further than they could realize it.
It was sweet, Kyle seeing Micah come out of the water and instead of paying attention to the physical features, he watches as Micah hand-leads the two to dry land, as if they were Justin and Kel.
"Are we in trouble?" Desi asks.
"Who's in trouble?"
Diego and Alex, taking their time walking down to where the sun-worshippers lurked, met up with the trio at a time when it didn't seem advantageous to the pre-teens.
"Nobody's in trouble," Micah smiled, waiting for Alex to make the connection.
He couldn't fool Alex, him saying, "I liked you better without the dumb-blond look, Micah!"
"Man, Alex!" Micah drops his control over the boys, approaches Alex and gives him a hug. "You really don't like me as a blond?"
"You did very well rising to top as a supermodel without the change, but then again..."
They both shared a secret Kyle didn't even have a clue, Micah's voice dropping a few decibels, "I know. Sometimes I wonder how life would have turned out if I stayed with it, but I wanted to finish school." Unloading baggage, the others listening intently, except Cedric and Desi going off to see if they could crash-down a sand castle, "Then what happens," he says for the others' benefit, Alex knowing, "by the time I finish college and get out in the work force, there's no work!"
"I know."
"You know?" Micah replies to Alex, the conversation turning one on one.
"Or else why would you be lifeguarding this summer?"
Alex knew more than he was saying. He was not only a bigshot in the fashion world now, with stores all over the world carrying his specially equipped briefs, `Briefline', and other designer clothing, had clout on the residential block.
"Right, it pays the bills, but I kind of had a predicament whereas I have to find a new place to call home and..."
Hearing it through the grapevine, or whatever his sources may be, Alex replies, "So you went to Jon Darke to see about a job?"
Alex and Jon Darke, the porno director, went back about four years, meeting up at a private party which catered to those with an interest in bdsm. At the time, it was Jon Darke who tried to coerce Alex into a career, playing the hot master in one of his films. Even after Alex turned him down, Kyle had mocked him over telling Alex he was `crazy'. Of course he was joking, knowing Alex had more talent than yielding a whip and chain!
Replying to Alex, Micah fesses up, "Uh yeah. That might be the case."
Alex smirked, knowing Micah was holding back.
Kyle says, "Better talk. Y'know Alex will get it out of you one way or the other!" He then turned his back to the conversation, hearing Justing screaming at the castle-wreckers!
Diego hustled over too, his temper flaring, but when he reached the four children, grabs Desi's arm and forces out the truth, "Are you responsible for this?"
He was, but not alone. Still, Desi makes excuse, "The waves are going to come up and hit it anyway?"
"How would you like to spend the rest of the afternoon in your room?" his father asks.
That hit Desi like a ton of bricks, the 11 year old responding to the interrogation technique, "Uh yeah. We did it," Desi names not only himself, but Cedric.
Cedric, whom in past rarely spoke, says, "We can help rebuild it!"
Squinting his eyes, rubbing his chin, Diego was making up his mind. Really he wanted Desi to enjoy the afternoon. What usually happened when he had to send Desi to his room, which was infrequent, he suffered too!
Jake, who had met up with someone from Rockbottom, while walking from Alex's house, shows up finally, asking, "I hope you are not in trouble, Cedric?" well-knowing he was!
"Uh," Cedric looks to Diego, confesses, "yeah, a little. We broke down Justin and Kel's sand castle. You're not going to tell on me, are you?"
"No," Jake simply replies, "because you will tell Adrian yourself," he left the matter in the 10 year old's hands.
Diego adds, "From now on I better not see any of this mischief with the younger boys. Apologize!"
"We're sorry," Cedric offers on behalf of the two.
"You won't dad!" Desi replies, the two hustling off. If anything, Desi knew how boring it could be in his room, having to stay there for `one full hour', when he could be doing more meaningful things, like sunning on the beach, the possibility of watching a beach volleyball game going on.
Smiling, Jake brushes his hands together, not ridding himself of sand, but the whole matter, "I think we handled that good!" After pausing, "I make a promise," Jake goes off on a tangent, "not to be what my father was to me. He was some disciplinarian. If he claim to be right, you don't go against my father."
"Hey," Diego says with a smooth approach, "I think we both have something in common."
A crooked smile, Jake says, "I think we work together good in bed, no?"
"If you're looking for my approval..."
Jake acts like he is!
"You don't need my approval. Just be you." On the side, Diego says "But I am really getting used to your oral workovers!"
"I never think I would enjoy so much liking a man's cock," Jake delivers.
He wasn't the only one thinking things over, Diego telling, "Well, if it gets too unbearable for you, I'd turn my ass over to you."
Already surrendering his idea, it did cause Jake to relinquish his thoughts, suggesting, "Maybe we make it a pact."
"Pact?"
"To seal our relationship?"
With Jake's hands on his arms and what he thought his boyfriend was getting at, it gave Diego the shivers, even making his nips hard on the hot beach, "You mean like, I claim you and you claim me?"
"Or you claim me. I claim you? We wait and see later?"
All his life, since his nads kicked in, he's been a top, but over a period of less than 24 hours, all that has changed for Jake. What he thought was right for him, always being the man who topped another guy, only to feel the pleasure of sinking deep into a hot ass, his hot rod settling in, feeling at home, wasn't a part of the man-scene right now.
"Hmm, we'll see. Uh, how are you at building sand castles?"
Walking towards the kids, Jake says, "I build biggest Dubai sand castle... you see!"
Diego eyed up plenty. Jake, every time he bent over, seeing the beginnings of the hairy crack, which kind of made his cock tingle, thinking, on the other side of today, he would be claiming it. However, it wasn't only the idea of how Jake' would feel, but the man himself. Right now, basing his feelings on how he perceived Jake to be when he first met him at Rockbottom Marina, all was completely different. Taken out of the professional setting and cast into the personal, those original thoughts became erased. Too, Jake got along perfectly with the pack of kids. Sometimes though, some of that harsh' security manner would kick in, telling the kids what to do. As time passed, he saw how Jake, working side by side with the kids, slowly changed the scenario, having the kids work `for him' and as a team. Soon, he stood there and with turning over the foreman duties to Kyle, Jake was able to back off.
"That did not take long!" Jake sanded his hands off with his palms.
When Jake fell down on the other half of beach towel, Diego says, "I think I felt the earth move!"
To that, for whatever reason, Jake turned his head and gave him a peck on the cheek.
"I'll have to insult you more often!"
"I think about it."
Not comprehending, at least thinking it differently, Diego replies, "You want me to insult you more?"
"No. I think about you and me later. I think it is right I do for you," he meant the `oral workover', "and you... take me?"
"I got a better idea," Diego looks to Jake, then direction from where a bunch of giggles come from, back to his loverboy, "why don't we put away the roles and do whatever comes naturally?"
An understanding to Jake, is maybe Diego was softening up, but he also felt the same way, especially since it being mentioned, "I agree."
With a possible hint to their future, "You're supposed to say `I do!'"
"Maybe later," Jake returns.
"I'll accept that." Moving along, "You sure get along good with kids?"
Singling out, Jake says, "Desi is a good boy. You have done him right for his upbringing."
"Eh, he's still rough around the edges." It had come to Diego before and feeling stronger about this notion more than ever, "It's tough bringing a kid up in a one-parent home."
It wasn't disturbing at all to Jake, him thinking about Desi more accepting of his discipline, which at times he has extended. Instead of rebellion, he had stimulated the kid into thinking for himself. At the time, he had a roundabout feeling of thinking about sponsorship, in the parenting perspective, "What you think about two-parent home?"
"I dunno," Diego replies, placing his hands behind himself, elbows locked, legs out in front of him, his midsection pivoted in the balance, whereas his happy trail extended far down until it hit the swim suit, "would you be willing to give up your crappy apartment, Jake?" he turns to look upon Jake's face for an answer.
"Compare to my crappy apartment, I would be moved into a castle!"
Joking, Diego says, "No, I didn't mean you would be moving into Alex's house!"
Busting on him, Jake replies, "Alex, he come with it?"
Slapping Jake on the thigh, Diego catapults himself to his feet, saying, "C'mon. I'll race ya to the water!"
Seeing Jake and Diego, side by side, Diego a little ahead, racing to the waves, suddenly made the boys vacate the sand castle, leaving Kyle with no choice but to abandon the pails and shovels, tailing after Justin and Kel, knowing they could not be in the water without a chaperone.
Primarily, when Justin wasn't at preschool, that was Kyle's `job'. Alex loved fatherhood too, but his career at times was very demanding, putting a lot of pressure on being away for a day, week, or more. Being the latter part of June, it was ideal, the school year for any institution winding down, a perfect time for the family to go, as a whole unit, to Australia.
Along the way, Kyle and Justin had visited many places while Alex was tied up promoting his `Briefline' underwear and clothing line. Of course, Kyle knew these promotional settings were more like parties, similar to the Cayman Karlyle bash. Sure he would miss it, but right now, watching Justin in the surf with his new friend, all that glitter and glamour didn't mean a thing.
However, Desi and Cedric didn't need as much close supervision, Jake hanging back while Diego took up the lifeguarding.
"So, how is it," Jake spoke awkwardly, not knowing how to formulate his thoughts into words, "you like to be with famous fashion designer?" Of course Jake stole a few glances down Kyle's bod!
"It has its good moments and semi-good moments," Kyle hesitates, "but never a dull moment!"
Weaving his way in, Jake asks, "Alex, he make brief for man like my build?"
Kyle wondered how he was going to check out Jake without being obvious!
"Let me take a look," he scans Jake, coming up with a conclusion, "Size matters, you know?"
Knowing Kyle meant crotch size, Jake plays stoopid, "Yes," he taps his own hairy, wet stomach, "I know I need lose some here."
Kyle knew he was being played, returning his thoughts to his original query, "If I were you, I wouldn't think of doing `too many' jumping jacks!"
It would have been sweet to pursue their conversation, but Jake heard himself being summoned, Diego stabbing the water with his whole bod, the kids venturing out a little too far.
Due to the rush for the water, it made Kyle's psyche kick in, thinking there was danger to Justin and Kel, even though the 11 year and 12 year olds were within safe bounds.
By the time the six were assembled on the beach, the kids taking up Kyle's beach towel, Diego confides, "Close call, huh Jake?"
Having escorted Micah back to the house, to get Jon Darke's direct number, linking the two, since they were personal friends, three-quarters of an hour had passed.
Kyle had wondered what was taking them. In the distance, instead of only Alex and Micah, two other individuals accompanied them.
Spotting them first, Desi exclaims, "Oh cool!" Getting up, he says, "Another kid!"
At almost 12 years old, knowing he was gay, Desi already was gathering some thoughts on male beauty'. Wow!' he silently thought, his eyes trained on the boy walking between Alex and mystery man.
It was apparent to Jake, Kyle knowing the hot' gentleman, Kyle, in cordial blaming, "You weren't supposed to arrive until next` week, Adam!"
Perhaps Jake and Diego were sharing the same feelings, Kyle running the distance of a quarterback, hugging the person referred to as `Adam'.
Instead of Diego, it was Jake who mentions, quiet enough so only his boyfriend could hear, "Hot man!"
His hand was near Jake's, but the feelings extended made Diego solidify their relationship, grasping Jake's hand.
Wanting to agree, Diego couldn't possibly, exclaiming, "Oh my god!" He loosens his grip.
"What?" Jake returns in alarm, same feeling extended him.
"My glasses!" Diego feels the top of his face with a hand. "They're gone!"
Fortunately, whereas checking out the beauty coming closer, Diego would not need them. However, they were as important to him as survival, "I can't see without them!"
"Am I close enough?" Jake asks, smiling right into Diego's face.
Forgetting the calamity for a spell, Diego replies, "You're so cute when you want to be!"
For now, Kyle ushering this `Adam', an arm over his shoulder, the kid Desi was eyeing up, attached to Kyle's hand, the two put away their affection and the fact Diego had lost his glasses to the surf.
Wow' was a first reaction. As his dad had rendered on occasion, Desi amends his feelings, upgrading it to hot!'
"Guys this is our good friend, Adam and his son, Phillip."
Strange, which nobody thought of at the time, Phillip lost his grip on Kyle's hand and gravitates right over to Desi, saying, "Hi," ignoring the rest of the boys, like they weren't there.
"I'm Desi," doing the righteous and polite thing, sticking his hand out to greet Phillip.
He wasn't without manners, returning the politeness, "Nice to meet you."
Maybe it was a bit corny for 11 year olds, but nonetheless, the two had a problem breaking through the glacier.
"Hi, I'm Cedric," doing the same, putting his hand out, following Desi's lead.
As strange as strange can be, it wasn't Phillip turning him on, but Phillip's `dad' Cedric pay more attention to. A fetish or just a phase of growing up, Cedric had more of a draw towards male adults, than kids. Even when the high school football team came to his school to demonstrate the art of the game, he was drawn to a 16, 17 or 18 year old, more than his peers. One of the amazing things, when they all changed clothing in one lockerroom, Cedric had no idea a guy, age 16 years old, could sport a treasure trail. In all respects, concerning his knowledge of the human bod, which was limited to science classes, he hadn't a clue a guy could have any hair on his bod, except armpits. He had thought it came with college, guys getting hairy. Even though he had a passion to meet and greet Phillip's dad, he pay more attention to the younger set, going along with the formalities of acting like a normal-aged kid.
Meanwhile, Cedric wasn't the only one in admiration, Kyle making the rounds, introducing Adam to Jake and Diego.
Especially when Kyle announced a scant amount of stats, dramatizing, "Adam Hawkson is a personal trainer to not only the modeling world, but has studios in Sydney, New York City and Los Angeles."
Modestly, Adam replies, "Not to mention, Boulder?"
Alex butts in, "You're expanding?"
Committed now, Jake forgot and when Alex mentions, `expanding', his eyes took to glancing at Adam's package!
"In September, opening a studio in Boulder and thinking of Chicago, but my main concern is having top notch trainers."
It was always part of his soul, Micah attracted to older men, as it was with Bob. However, he sensed something entirely different in Adam and on the tip of his tongue, it was now or never to get his foot in the door, "Might be a good way to put my college skills into practice?"
He had met Micah back at Alex's glorified beach estate, Adam being introduced. Sure he thought Micah was a beauty, then finding out more, giving up a career in the modeling world to pursue college, he termed it a `waste'. Now, with the obvious pickup, "Oh really? Workout, do you?"
"A little," Micah confesses. "I did a little `gym' in college, but got back into it more when I took the lifeguard job."
Being a trainer to a cast of famous models, some celebrities at his New York City location, the occasional demand to fly to Los Angeles, a Hollywood client requesting training, Adam was in demand. Along with it came the Facebook page and with the Hollywood connection, everyday he had at least 5 or 6 new friends'. His page had amassed some 400,000 friends. Personally, he wasn't able to cope with the volume, so had his organisation' keep up with the postings, adding videos when available and nutritional information. He had did have his regular, personal account, with the `subscribe' option available and when he had a few minutes of free time, connected with a few guys.
Though, it was a New York model he had really shone an interest in and developed a tight relationship with him, whereas it came about they adopted Phillip. It didn't work out though, the model too much into himself and career. As for Adam, a 37 year old man, fame and fortune to his name, he was getting too old to run with the pack, so set his course on fatherhood. He was loving it and enjoyed having a son to pal around with, even if it meant, now and then, having a `nanny' accompany Phillip. The nanny, 26yo Miguel Figueroa, is a guy he met at his New York City gym, but not with them today.
As for Micah, Adam did take a quick glance, making sure Philip was occupying his time, approaches the 24 year old, asking the basic, "You workout regularly now?"
He knew he was fodder for eyes, naked from neck to navel, even more so, his darker blond treasure trail extending to the top of his red speedo. Micah had purposely shaved his pubes to perfectly smooth, where the pubic hair would have been exposed above his speedo-line. Same time, Micah thought it sexy, having a scathing of dirty blond hair covering his thighs, so left his legs alone. As Alex had rendered, which Micah held confidential, in modesty, he was' a raving beauty and easily could have pursued a career, an apex of snatching up the title of supermodel.'
"I, uh, am trying to get back into it," Micah stuttered his way through.
In days past, when Adam hit the beach, he would don his normal speedo attire, but scaled it down to boardshorts, being a `family man.' Today he had on some nice Quiksilver design and his usual top, a loose muscle shirt which would comprise the makeup of his gym clothing. Depending on which way he moved or the wind moved his shirt, his pec spots could be seen. Right now though, Adam's mind was not on himself, "Maybe I can give you some pointers?"
Meanwhile, Phillip had fit right in, of course with Desi's help. Cedric kind of tagged along, but kept on looking back at Micah and Adam playing' on the beach. He made like he was contributing to rebuilding Dubai', but in reality his mind was on the adult pair. His eyebrows flared, could feel it, when Adam decided it was too hot for his muscle top. It was amazing, his 11 year old brain kicking in, seeing the sun glistening off the muscled bod, 6 lines packed into the the father's stomach. The rounded pecs glistened like gold. Even though Adam's form captured the kid's heart, he knew it would never come to be, where he could in reality ever pair up with the adult. However, he looked upon it as something to look forward to, maybe in high school, in college, or beyond.
As for Desi, he worked alongside the others, streaming little turrets of moistened sand off his fingertips, but often would make a mistake, disrupting his attention span to look at Phillip. He wasn't sure, if and when, Phillip would come and go, but his intentions were on memorizing every little facet of facial features. The rest didn't matter much, only the eyes, nose, mouth and color of his hair. However, there did come a time when boyhood endeavors, giving Justin and Kel the privilege of busting down what they had built up, made him dwell on the pleasures of childhood.
Hunger setting in, with the sun in the noontime position, had the kids running ahead of the adults, back to the Nouguet residence. More prominent a person, being married, Kyle had given up on the hyphenated surname, when referring to Alex, or most other things. When telling of himself, he still went by the calling, Kyle Nouguet-Dryfiss', but by now people more called the dwelling, the Nouguet' home. Once Kyle jokingly `damned those Nouguet cock-booties'!
Adam had made sure Phillip was being looked after, in good hands, before staying behind to wash the sweat off his bod, having put Micah through some rigorous cross training. Still, when they did appear at the back gate of the Nouguet beach home, they required a shower. They decided it more environmentally lucrative, showering together.
On his way out of Alex's house, to the beach, Micah had gotten the short-tour, so knew there was a shower in the cabana, set back from the built in pool.
Stripping down, each had a good view of the other, waist and farther down the male anatomy. As natural as natural can be, after Adam stood there, turning on the main shower knob, water immediately cascaded down on him.
Having been with an older man, Bob, Micah showed no hesitation in moving up behind Adam, brushing his cock up against Adam's crevice.
"Feels good!" Adam says upon contact.
"How could I not tell?" Micah replies, feeling Adam's ass pushed backwards.
With doing so, it cemented their bods in place, Micah's chest up against Adam's back. About the same height, Micah stood a couple of inches taller, so his head rested evenly on the top of Adam's left shoulder.
It became no chore whatsoever for Adam to turn a cheek and with dexterity zoom in for a kiss. It was not enough, where Adam was concerned, turning his whole bod around, facing Micah.
Back at the private beach, after coming out of the water, it was Adam taking the liberty to lying on the sand, Micah going with the lead, caving in his legs, kneeling over Adam and then matching up their bellyholes and other extremities. Soon though, locking lips, Adam flips them both over and becomes the aggressive one, orally.
Gritty sand their enemy, Adam had to spit in the sand, offering up Micah's place to finish off what they had started.
This is how the pair wound up, standing face to face in the shower, water streaming down over them, kissing compassionately.
With natural progression, orally Adam had worked his way down Micah's pecs, tasting each nip, falling to one knee, then the other. It was awkward, being so wet, but managed to scoop up Micah's balls, using them as a handle to engulf his already hard shaft.
Just as he was getting started, the water cut off!
Adam pops off with a slurp, stops sucking and asks, "What happened?"
"I didn't touch it!" Micah says, examining the single faucet. Then he remembers, "Oh right, Alex says the house is state of the art conservation. After a certain period of time the water cuts off, like saying `you're time is up!'"
"Oh," is all Adam says.
"But as far as I'm concerned, it feels too good for my time to be up?"
"Love how you put it," Adam replies.
It didn't take much for Adam to get back into the swing of things.
"Better without the water!" Micah says, working some water off Adam's shoulders with his hands.
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Copyright 2012 T. Chase McPhee
`SuMMeR SoLSTiCe' , may not be sold, nor made part of any collection, without prior consent from the author.