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SuMMeR SoLSTiCe 12 WriTten by T. Chase McPhee
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The kids ate up a storm of food, hot dogs, chips and...
Desi was watching almost every step or gesture Phillip made. His dad, Adam, who Desi had figured out by now, was trying to become a boyfriend to Micah, because so often his arm hung over Micah's shoulder, felt sorry at first for Phillip, because his dad won't let him eat chips or a hot dog, making' him eat stuff which, if his' dad made him eat, he would either choke or starve.
"Nope," Phillip replies to Desi's question about eating salad, carrot sticks, celery and a vegetarian burger which looked like a flat hockey puck, "don't mind eating this at all," his new 12 year old friend holding the burger out, "want a bite?"
"Thanks, but I'll pass," Desi replies, taking a chomp out of his hot dog. Though, if he could have thought quick enough, touching the burger Phillip's lips touched, Desi had delay reaction to how it could have affected his own taste buds, relating it much to how his father and Jake kissed. It made him lick his lips, before taking a sip of his Pepsi.
That was another thing, something to this clean eating' stuff, he overheard Adam trying to convince the others that what you put into your bod, is nature's way of cleaning out all the gunk, better known as free radicals, promoting better health and longer living. It was a lot for a kid to digest, but Desi looking upon Phillip, the epitome of what a perfect build to a guy his age should look like, he was almost ready to give up his evil' way of eating, saying, "Maybe I'll try some of that water!"
Diego was at the adult's table, but at such an angle he could see and hear most of what went on at the kid's enclave, a gathering of smaller pool tables and chairs. He puts the back of his hand up to his lips, turns his head towards Jake and says, "Catch me. I think I'm gonna faint," then turns his flat hand into a `gun', pointing towards the boys.
At first Jake didn't see, his security trait kicking in, but mellowing out, watching Desi dump his plastic cup of cola onto the patio, allowing Phillip to refill it with water.
"Phillip is good influence to Desi," Jake says, sharing his attention between his boyfriend and how he views Desi, almost his son.
Perhaps Diego was seeing beyond the `good eating habits', Desi trading off the small pile of chips on his plate for some greens, dropping hint, "They're starting younger and younger."
"Huh? What you mean?" Jake didn't get it.
Not the only one eavesdropping, Adam had his right ear towards Micah, but since he was paying mind to his own son, his other ear was trained on picking up what Diego was saying, "Like father, like son," he meant his son being vegetarian. Though, there was another facet of being, which Adam tried conveying. Sometimes another person would pick up on it, other times going right over their head.
Diego wasn't sure. Though... decided to go for it, "Exactly how I think of my son and me!"
Adam and Diego exchanged smiles, which at the time sent a private message between the two.
"Oh my god," Jake says without religious emotion, "Desi... he is eating the skinny burger!"
If Jake had been paying attention, he would have grasped the meaning of Adam's words. Micah hadn't either, engrossed in Seamus tossing out the subject of `Jon Darke' residing on Alex's street.
It didn't really phase Desi as `food', the veggie burger, but because Phillip had raved about it, says, "Mm-m, not bad", though he wanted desperately to barf it out of his mouth!
"I love `em. At home my dad makes really good relish to have on it."
Desi suggests, "My dad has some in the fridge?" And like something underhanded Michael would do or say, "We can go get some?"
Phillip shot him down, not because he felt suspect, "Oh no. My dad would `never' eat anything out of a jar. We have to make it ourself!"
After he said it, Desi didn't really believe it himself. He had said something about going over to his house, thinking along the lines of his own home being vacant, except for himself and Phillip being there. He wanted to dwell on the subject, to gain an understanding of just what he was thinking would happen, or would want to happen.
However, he was interrupted, brought back to childhood, when it rang out from Kyle's lips, "Dessert anyone?"
Along with the ice chest, one designed for use by the pool and patio, was a small freezer, filled with ice cream pops.
Phillip and Desi waited until the other kids picked out their selections, Phillip saying, "My dad put some yogurt pops in here..." he rifled through strewn around pops, cups and ice cream sandwiches, "want one?"
"Sure," Desi agreed to `yogurt'.
Looking down into the freezer, Desi smiled, seeing Phillip hover over the escaping mist. When the 12 year old came up with two yogurt pops, he didn't immediately focus on the dessert, but Phillip's hard nips!
Whether Desi's dad had forgotten or just wasn't phased by Michael's last gesture, he had caught it, the quick lick over his dad's chest by Michael, before he `fell off' his father's bod, upon his dad realizing it was his son standing there. With that incident fresh on his brain, Desi wondered how it would feel, swiping his own tongue over the protruding marks on Phillip's rigid chest.
Instead, because he knew already how embarrassing it could feel getting snagged, took the chocolate one, saying, "Thanks!"
However, it wasn't that easy a getaway with something taken at such risk. In a split second, Phillip's face turned into something `evil', the smile at least, the 12 year old taking his own vanilla pop in his right hand and being as secret as possible, swiping it over his left nip.
"Oops!" Desi said of being discovered.
"Ever do that?" Phillip asks.
Not sure what Phillips means, Desi asks, "Do what?"
"`Cold' makes it feel good. In fact," that evil grin lurked on Phillip's lips, "feels good all the time!"
Snagged, it wasn't Desi getting snagged, yet victim of the snagging, Adam, Phillip's father, standing over the two, saying in a sweet voice, "Phillip, can I talk to you a minute?"
"Uh, sure, dad," Phillip returns, quickly withdrawing his yogurt pop from anywhere in the vicinity of his left pec.
They had sequestered themselves on the other side of a planter which held a tall bush, but Desi could hear and pretending to suck on the tip of his yogurt pop, he could clearly hear something his dad would ask in a certain kind of way, `What are you doing, Phillip?'
It was the same time his dad had caught him sitting on the toilet for too long a time, waiting to get in to use the shower. Just this past year, at more than 11 and a half years old, it had come to Desi, it felt cool holding his own cock. It was also at this time Desi got the feeling dads didn't like seeing their kids playing with themselves. So after this, he did it in the only private place he had, his bed. Though nothing really happened, it felt good to touch it.
As for poor Phillip, he wasn't so poor, Desi finding out from Phillip himself, "My dad says it's not a nice thing to do, feeling myself like that in public."
Down to where their pops more melted over their hands, the two, who sat with their feet in the water of the built in swimming pool, looked around to see if anyone was watching. Too lazy to get up and wash their hands off properly, they swish them about in the water, extracting only the wooden stick.
"My dad said the same thing."
Even though the two had not come out to each other, their words were slowly divulging sacred secrets.
"About?" Phillip asks.
It was at this moment, in order to answer Phillip's question, Desi would have to tell something about himself. Phillip didn't press upon it, but taking a deep breath, he replies, "If I tell you something, will you not blab it all over the place?"
Later on, Desi would think it some connection with being 12 years old, Phillip, still that facsimile of an evil appearance about him, replying, "I won't if you won't!"
It didn't phase him at the time, but later on it would, what Phillip said. Right now, he was getting the jitters, telling the first person other than those close to him, Cedric, Jake or his dad, "I'm gay?" he asked, probably looking more for acceptance, than telling his secret.
"Like I said," Phillip's evil grin mellowed out, "I won't tell anybody if you won't!"
He thought he thought what he thought Phillip meant, making sure, "You too?"
"Yeah. Cool, isn't it?"
Like when Cedric prompted him to come out, Desi did sense it then, being cool, like a giant stone around his neck, coming untied and falling to the bottom of a lake, his head bobbing up to the surface, being able to breath freely, "Yeah. `Cool!'" he enunciated the words, with fresh feeling, "We're both gay!"
Phillip had already been over this with his father, so had the intuition to say, "But we can't go blasting it all over the place."
Desi says, "I know."
Speaking his mind first, Phillip repeats, "My dad says it's okay to be a kid and be gay and it's all right knowing it, but he says it's more important to be a kid."
"What do you mean?" Desi was stumped by this one.
Plainly stated, Phillip says, "My dad doesn't want me to grow up too soon. He wants me to be a kid. Frankly..." Phillip turns slightly, disconnecting the touch they held, hips touching, "it's how I want it to. Like my dad says, there's plenty of time later on to be gay."
Looking at Phillip, smiling, Desi instantly adopted the same philosophy, "I like that."
Not the lover an adult can be, with sweet words to sweep a man off his feet, Phillip says, "But that doesn't mean I don't think you're a cool guy?!"
Because he thought it cool then, Desi speaks his mind, "Does it really feel good when your nips get hard?"
They were sort of off to themselves, the reason for talking up the `gay' subject, but Phillip takes the effort to check out the immediate grounds, saying, "Give me your stick."
Independently holding their popsicle sticks, Desi turns his over to Phillip, asking, "What're you gonna do?"
His tiny nips were flat, not punked up like when the freezer-frost hit his chest. Holding both in sticks in either hand, Phillip says, "This feels real cool," he takes a last look in several directions, before stoking each nip with his right and left hands. He bit his bottom lip before uttering, "Oh man does that feel cool! Oh!" He tweaks it up.
"They're hard!" Desi remarks, like magic, seeing both the tiny tips of Phillip's pec spots harden up.
It was quick and over with though, Phillip not wanting to get snagged by his dad consecutively. He did leave Desi with, "I don't know what it is, but feels really awesome!"
Something Phillip didn't mention, because he didn't understand it himself, it made his whole bod feel good. Not knowing `why', he didn't elaborate on his self-pleasuring.
Of course, Cedric knew something was up when he went to fetch them, "Our dads say it's okay to go swimming again." He stood there a moment, like pausing in conversation with nothing significant to say.
Before the two broke off, Desi asks, "Hey, you mind if I can have them?" he asks about the two popsicle sticks!
`Popsicle sticks?' Cedric doesn't get any connection, walking off, thinking Desi is tidying up on the trash.
Both parting, they swear to each other, what has been said and done is secret', meant to be kept secret'.
For the rest of the afternoon the two blended in, playing with all of the other kids, though there was one frisbee throw, Phillip and Desi connected on.
Going way out, towards Phillip, he yelled, "I got it!"
At the same instant, Desi was screaming the same thing.
Both could swear their hands were on the frisbee, when Desi ran into Phillip and toppled him.
He doesn't really know why, but recovering the frisbee, before getting up off of Phillip's bod, Desi reached out and gave Phillip's left nip a `tweak', a slight squeeze between his thumb and index finger.
Sitting up, Phillip acted like he was stung by a bee, the after effect of an `ou-u-u!', his frown, he sits there like an inverted crab, saying as he gets to his feet, "You're dead!"
Laughing his ass off, Desi took off with the frisbee, hightailing it across the beach.
Of course, Phillip couldn't get any revenge, not around the others, but he was thinking on it. Not on this trip, because he knew his father and him were taking a trip out to Colorado, but when they were leaving Alex's house that night, Phillip swore, "Next time my dad comes back to New York," he meant his fitness club in the city, "it's your turn to suffer!"
Desi didn't think much of it, Phillip's usually evil smile more lacking malicious intent. He could have even gotten a `tweak' in, initiating a hug instead of a handshake. After all, all the adults were hugging each other, why should they be left out in the cold?
That night in bed, getting into bed, Desi thought of something. "Dammit!" he said out loud.
Coming in the back door of their dwelling, he and his dad stripped off their swim suits right there, his father claiming he didn't want half the beach `upstairs'!
He pay no mind to his dad's cock and balls hanging out, but rather try imagining the comparison to what was between Phillip's legs. Fact remaining, it is all Desi could think about.
Diego, questioning Desi casually about stuff like, having a good day', making new friends' and `fun on the beach with the frisbee', he dismissed his son's lack of enthusiasm to being tired out.
As he had one knee in bed, Desi backs out.
Like father, like son, he wore only boxer briefs, down the stairs. His dad was conked out on the back porch sofa. No problem though, slipping by, grabbing his boardshorts, sifting through the pocket and retrieving the two popsicle sticks. Sure he was tired, but Desi could not explain, not that he was looking for an explanation for his insomnia, the reason for excitement on his mind, about two little sticks.
Crawling into bed, the covers about an inch below his navel, he held the two sticks in each hand. The moon lit his room up some, cascading light from the window in the roof. How convenient his bed was square underneath, illuminating his bare chest and stomach, plus his two hands, holding the popsicle sticks.
A bit nervous, because he's only seen this, not done it, he moved the edge of the sticks closer to each of his tiny pec spots. "Here goes!" he said and just like Phillip had done, but biting his tongue and not lower lip, he flicks the edges of the sticks over his nips.
He knew he had a look on his face, like, `What's that about?', feeling absolutely no reaction. He did it again and again, finally, in frustration, tossing the two sticks in the can next to his bed, pulling up the sheet, turning over and closing his eyes.
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If he was still awake, Desi would have heard Jake come in. Saturday evenings, he would cruise by Rockbottom Marina and make sure all the hatches were battened down. Coming in the back door, he spotted the light on in the kitchen, shining out from underneath a cabinet. It was enough to see his way to turn it off. In doing so he detected `snores'.
He smiled, finding Diego stretched out on the back porch sofa. `What a nice surprise!' Jake thought, lying there with nothing on, faced down, a welcome surprise waiting. Strange though, first reaction, after stripping down, would have been to attack that lovely ass, a crease of moonlight highlighting the two cheeks. At initial thought, it did cause his hand to migrate to between his legs and as it pleasured to stimulate himself, cupped up the big balls in one hand, while the other continued to stroke.
However this wasn't a cheap trick. From the past 24+ hours, Jake has been through quite the love experience of his life. Thinking about it, as already communicated between both, this was supposed to be the single important night of their life. Sure, he could straddle Diego's legs, lie right down on him, his chest to Diego's back and sink right in. It would be entirely very easy, right now especially, his balls causing his cock to swell up, stuck with his hand on a loaded pistol.
Then... he thought of something which would be very humorous. He went searching, quietly through the kitchen cabinets. Not finding exactly what he looked for, he did come close. Trekking to the back porch, he lightly gave Diego a slap on the right shoulder, saying, "Hey... wake up... wake up Diego!"
Stirring, Diego came back to life, propping himself up on his right arm, staring directly at what was in hand, asking, "What's that you've got there Jake?"
"Olive oil. I could not find Crisco!"
Snidely, Diego starts turning over, saying, "How sweet. You didn't forget I was supposed to tear your ass apart tonight!"
"Yikes!" Jake yells out. Then, thinking about who may be sleeping, lowers his reaction to almost a whisper, "Yikes."
"I see you've been `touching' yourself?"
He couldn't lie, Jake holding his 7c in his hand, down about a half inch from full extension, "Uh, yes." Not being able to give reason, he makes up, "I get ready for us."
Turning fully over on his back, an advantageous position for the person ready to get a complete oral workout, Diego questions, "Oh really? Remember who's doing the claiming?"
Reaching up, Diego grabs Jake's wrist and catching him off guard, flings him down on top of him.
"Oh-h-h-h-h-sh-h-h-hit!" Diego calls out.
The bottom of the olive oil bottle pounced on Diego, right at the base of his cock!
As Jake knelt, Diego sat up quick, then lay down, his hands holding his nuts and moaning, "Oh my god did you do a number on me!"
"I didn't mean it... I swear!" Jake replies.
Still, the bottle in his left hand, he drops it to the floor.
From eyes squinting shut, Diego half rises, looks over the edge of the lounge, "What's that?"
Jake replies, "The bottle I hit you in balls."
It wasn't that bad, not like Diego got the full force blow of a sledge hammer and the pain subsiding, "Well, what are you going to do about it, Jake?"
Seeing Diego in the clear, his serious demeanor softening, Jake did the same and in a nice, threatening way, "You wait till I do something!"
"Oh really?" Diego replies, parking both hands behind his head and relaxing.
He looked into Diego's eyes, Jake leaning forward, picking up the semi-soft 9c, doing a quick slurp up the underside.
"Oooh-h-h that feels nice."
Diego felt like laughing, Jake saying, "Now I do complete healing!"
From experience, or could have been preference, Jake lay down between Diego's legs, pushing them apart, only to partially bring them together again, up on his own shoulders. Same time he had already prepped himself to move his bearded mouth in, stick out his tongue and with mixed reaction, lap at one of the globes. Upon tonguing one until it looked all lucid with spit, Jake asks, "I make it all better?"
Diego, not even opening his eyes, says, "Yes, doctor!"
For Jake, his day of reckoning was nearing too. He knew these two big reservoirs full of man-creme were destined to run on empty tonight. Feeling it more psychologically, he closed the opening to his door more than a few times, opening and closing, like he was trying to entertain a man's cock!
Rather than put it off, after licking and sucking Diego's other sac, he says, "Now you can do me!"
No response.
"Hello? Diego?" He picked up Diego's cock, but it was no where near in shape to fuck an ass.
In some ways it frustrated Jake, but also he sensed the timing not right, like it wasn't right a couple of times today. A firm believer in waiting for the best to come, he shimmied himself out from his shoulder suppressed by Diego's thighs and lay next to him, cuddling up in one of the extended pit-pockets.
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Desi was getting kind of used to this, coming down to breakfast and finding his dad sacked out. Though, after secretly viewing the two, as he poured out his cereal in a bowl, his mind drew up comparisons.
First to hit the 11 year old was from the `ass view'. He wondered if it was a part of destiny, two guys sleeping together, waking up chest to chest, or as Jake and his father did, Jake half sleeping over his father. Didn't matter though, since he was more keyed in to how Jake looked.
His father, well, how his physical features were `old news'. Jake, on the other hand, what a hairy, hairy man and this is what Desi thought about. First to hit him, comparing to Michael's very pale ass, no hair whatsoever covering it, Jake's was a fuckin' forest!
Not being able to contain himself, Desi giggled out loud, coming up with an original thought, hair resembling a `forest' and coupling it with the explicative. He even said it, like congratulating himself for thinking it up, "Fuckin' forest!" He laughs out loud.
Other than the hairy ass, a small amount of hair at the lower back, a scathing over Jake's upper back, there wasn't anything else to think about. Then it caught Desi's attention, the back of the cereal box, and then nothing much mattered at the moment.
From this point on, he deliberately ignored the back porch perimeter. Even deemed it off limits to Kriton.
It became a sticky situation, Kriton having to go' and with the naked pile up, Desi had to weigh his options, waking up his father, let Kriton pee on the floor or do whatever other business, or break the rules and go solo on the dog walking. He decided, almost 12 years old, time for some individual responsibility. Taking it upon himself, he walked out the front door. Kriton must've had to go bad, Desi thought it, the pooch running out, hardly sniffing around, doing his thing, then coming back. Wanting to buy time, keep from returning to the house so quickly, Desi tried reasoning with Kriton, "C'mon boy, don't you have to do something, like poop'?"
Wagging his tail, obviously it was not the case for Kriton. As it panned out yesterday, he fed Kriton first. Today things were working out differently, the walk first, filling the gut second. Before he had the time to walk the distance to the house, someone drove in the driveway, parked, but stay in the car. Not recognizing the car, from where he stood, conveniently behind a bush, Desi could spy from a distance.
It was about dawn and the sun's rays hadn't reached the front part of the beach house. He hadn't a clue to who sat in the car, whether it was one or two people. Looking towards the front door, if he got down on all fours, he could easily make it to the stoop, behind the hedge. Joining Kriton, the two made their way up the slated walk, to the doorway. Large bushes stood on either side so he could stand comfortably, the walk putting Desi and Kriton in front of the door. He reached up, his fingertips allowing him to unlatch the catch. Pulling on the bottom of the screen door and entering, which he almost forgot about dear Kriton, leash stuck between the door for a minute.
"Sorry, boy," he said, letting Kriton in. Unleashing him, Desi's next order of business was to fetch his father.
Like the first dilemma, catching his dad and Jake, piled up on the back porch, he decided the long distance approach, calling. Running to a front window, he suddenly became panicked, somebody getting out of the car. Then, things weren't so frightening, seeing a kid' exit the door opposite the driver's seat. Desi lingered a little. At his feet, most likely wanting to eat, or what Desi perceives, picks Kriton up and holds him to the window. Wiggling around, the watchdog' in Kriton kicks in, starts the mutt barking.
Now, if Desi had cared to keep his dad `sleeping', he would have shushed the dog. Instead, he promoted, "Yeah, that's it Kriton! Bark! Bark s'more!" Desi turns around looking through the kitchen, over both counter tops, staring as far as he could towards the back porch, "Bark all ya want, boy!"
"Looking for something?" came the voice of the person walking towards him.
"Dad! Why didn't you tell me you were up!"
"I'm up," Diego replies, furthering, "A man's gotta tinkle, you know?"
Another bark out of Kriton, "Somebody's coming!"
Looking down upon himself, Diego had gone to the jon and back without a stitch of clothing, replying, "I better get `something' on!"
"Yeah, ya better, dad," Desi replies. He watches his father disappear into the kitchen and for the first time, having something to compare it with, notices how hairless his father's ass is, to Jake's. With the doorbell ringing, he yells, "Better hurry dad! They're here!"
Because of the tall bushes surrounding both sides of the entry way, nothing much could be seen. Desi didn't dare enter the little square foyer, not wanting to be seen. Yet, no harm in Kriton going, allowing the dog to run for it, barking and barking and barking.
"Want to call him off?" Diego asks, fastening the button of his pants at the base of his treasure trail.
He had a shirt in his hand, but with the bell ringing, dog barking and his son hailing him to open the door, he tosses it on a chair.
"Hello?"
"Mr. Keller?" came the question from the other side of the door.
Standing at his father's side, looking between arm and obliques, Desi tried to see beyond the man' standing at the door, trying to put a make on the kid'!
"Mr. Keller?" Diego questions, then recognizing the name, "oh, you mean Greg Keller?"
"That's him," the stranger replies, adding, mellowing out to a smile, then sobering up, "which I guess it means you're not him?"
Through the door screen, Desi had worked his way around to checking out the kid. While the adults chatted, the kid asks, "Is that your dog?"
Of course it was, Desi thought, or why else would Kriton be standing next to him at the door, wagging his tail. Yet, he had better manners than to sass even a kid back, "Yup, he's mine." After saying it, Desi wondered if it were a lie, because in all rights, Kriton really belonged with Caleb.
"What's his name?"
"Kriton."
"Does he bite?"
While the kids made conversation, Diego was hearing out the kid's dad, telling of how every year for the past six summers, he rented the beach house from Greg Keller.
"He passed away, you know?"
"No, I didn't," though it was on his mind, why the beach house wasn't vacant, "and you're the new owner?"
Diego could see the dude visibly moved, looking down at his son. He pops the next question, "Did you know Greg personally?" For the moment, he avoided the subject, Greg's family knowing or not, if the beach house had been rented for the summer, before being put up for sale.
He did some quick thinking, trying to follow response, "Yes, quite by accident."
For all of five minutes, Diego was playing the question and answer game, trying to decide what to do. Either he could flat out turn the incredibly handsome `tanned' dude away or stand there, feel him out and as Diego's nature dictated, see if he could help out, especially where the son was included in what seemed a mistake or something overlooked in the liquidation of Greg's estate?
Leave it to Desi. After sitting on all fours, Kriton at his side, peering through the thin wire screen, he kneels upright, saying, "Hey dad, do we have to talk through the door? Can Antoine come in?" Not sure of the dad, Desi vouches, "He's an okay guy. Really he is."
Sifting over the picture of the kid, now known as `Antoine', his son added to the equation, waiting patiently for answer, Diego is swayed by adult opinion, "I'm an okay guy too?"
Decision left up to him, Diego stood there. Not that he was bigoted, but wondered if the father and son were... He wasn't into pasting labels on people. Truthfully, he never could figure out if people liked to be called African-American' or black', but often found consolation in the Michael Jackson song. If Michael, being black, referred to his own race as black', Diego figured it was the way to go. Balancing out white', white American' or just white.. right now he wasn't weighing out black, nor white, more nice enough' versus a stranger and if there was any truth surrounding this handsome stranger's words, if he knew Greg, then probably there was truth in his opinion about himself, being an `okay guy'.
"Well dad?" Desi put the screws to his father.
Just as he is opening the screen door, who should appear at the door, but Jake, in one of the robes left on the back porch for those who got a chill after bathing in the pool or ocean, "Oh!" he innocently exclaims, "you have a man deliver milk in the morning?" Then, spotting the kid, "And you bring a little boy?"
It all happened so fast, the kid saying, "I'm not a little boy. My name is Antoine and I'm twelve!"
It tickled Jake, taking on the twelve year old adamant kid, backing down, "I am so sorry young man. Tell me, are you too old for pancakes?"
The word was passed around, Desi sparking the fuse, "Pancakes?"
"Pancakes?" Diego directs at him. "A man of many talents!"
Of course, Diego meant, inclusive, the talents Jake possessed in bed!
"I have not made them yet. I need to get dressed first."
It's `the dad', whom remained a mystery man to them who smiles and says, "Well, don't go to any fuss on my account!"
"Dad, can Antoine and me watch Tv?"
With Desi and Antoine heading off, it left Diego and Jake staring down the third man in the small foyer.
"Oh!" he realizes, "I didn't drop my name, did I?" Extending a hand, "It's Reginald... um, Reggie.. Reggie Nickerson."
Diego takes on introducing himself and Jake, inviting, "Are you in the mood for some pancakes?"
King of reeking, Jake excused himself, running off to the bedroom. Not wanting to miss much, it was the quickest shower he ever took. However, when running a hand down and up his ass crack, he lingered for a moment. Sure, his hand had cleaned there before, but with a different train of thought on his mind, it was a different experience. Thinking on it, what might come about tonight, he inserted one finger in, exclaiming out loud, "Oh-h-n-no-o!" Thought to first come to mind, the tunnel was narrow enough for a finger, let alone a man's fat cock! `Fat,' he knew, because his mouth had already tasted Diego's tool of mass destruction and now only realizes the implications. He knows what it's like being on the receiving end, not that he's experienced a man gently or forcefully pushing in, but from the couple of times he's expanded a man's chute, he can only remember sometimes horrid feeback! Again he utters, "Oh my... this is gonna
be..."
His fears are suddenly dashed, hearing loud laughter, which syncs him back into the here and now and not what could come later. Doing a quick hand-scrub, he rinses for the last time, turns the water off and... and... discovers the only towel is wet! Standing there for a second, he realizes what has to be done, Jake grabbing up the sex-scented bathrobe and utilizing it for a towel.
He puts the robe on, flees the jon at warpspeed and touching base with the bedroom, rifles through the dresser drawers, looking for something... anything which looked like it could fit.
It was of no inconvenience slipping back into the pants he wore until he stripped it when he first arrived at Diego's house, but the shirt needed a washing. After fighting to fit a tee shirt over his bear chest, Jake stares at himself in the mirror and lets out a fake laugh. Reason for the humor, he can see every ripple of his bod. If he wanted to put it on exhibit, as if for a muscleman contest, this would be a good shirt!
Deciding to change out of it, he remarks, "Oops!"
Trying to get into the tee shirt is one story, trying to get out another, hearing a tear. Picking up his right arm, Jake sees pit hair! Further stripping results in more tears, until Jake gives up on trying to be careful, instead, "I owe ya one, Deg!"
The period of time spent on the beach, hearing it from Alex, Kyle, some of the others catching on, Jake slowly gave in to calling his boyfriend, `Deg'. It was inevitable, he named it, when out of his mouth came the nickname for the first time.
However, more important, with another round of laughter, he felt he was really missing much. Tossing the ruined tee shirt on the dresser, he turned to the closet, finding himself the only shirt `fitable', a flannel shirt. Sure to roast, in this summer weather, Jake decides, not out the fact he would soon be accumulating sweat, but because the shirt did not fit together to engage the buttons. Thinking about it, he found, at the Bear Party last Christmas, at the Cub Corner, he found it rather sexy, a cute little cub in a flannel shirt, sleeves trimmed off, open down the hairy center, displaying his bear paw tatts...
`That laughter' got him moving again, even though Jake was feeling some pangs in regards to the cub in the flannel shirt!
More of an entrance, Jake says once he hits the kitchen, "I hope my shirt, it is ok?"
If they were not in shared company, Diego would have joked, about it being `his' shirt, but for this fact and because he thought a man's open shirt incredibly sexy, didn't hold back, "Sexy, Jake!"
For the reason Antoine wasn't about, his dad didn't hold back, "I totally agree," Reggie claps his hands.
Unashamed, playing right along, Jake grabs the button linings of the shirt, holds them open, top tearing at his pecs, modeling it for them, until his head hovers over the stove, "Hey, who say you can use my batter?"
Reggie and Diego exchange looks, "Batter, huh?" Reggie wags his tongue between his lips!
Allowing it to go over his head, Jake is slowly getting an idea of how Reggie can be. Perhaps this is why there was so much laughter down in the kitchen!
However, Diego, already in the mood, disregards their private moments, "Yeah, and Jake's got plenty of it!"
This at least gave Jake a reason to smile, flipping over the batch of pancakes. Every time he and Diego were ready to get it on, something or someone interrupted them. Sure, their hot lovemaking brought on some release, but that little bit o'goo didn't compare to a full-fledged, all-out masturbation! He knew, but the other two would get a kick out of it, seeing just how much creme erupted from his cock, when thoroughly brought on by some hot, hot sex!
As was their lovemaking, their cheering on of each other came to a close with two hungry mouths entering the room.
"They done yet, Jake?" Desi stands at his right, butting his dad out of the way, Antoine flanking Jake's left.
"When they are done, I will tell you they are done. How is that?"
It threw Desi, him expecting a precise yes' or no', instead taking it as it was called, "Ok! C'mon Antoine!"
The two were off and running from whence they came.
Turning around, a turner stacked with pancakes, Jake says, "All done! Somebody want to call the children?"
"I will!" Diego replies.
Reggie laughs his ass off, saying, "Oh you're bad, Jake!"
Rubbing in the assault of remarks, Jake says, "Oh, there is more batter left. Think I should make more?"
He got close to Jake, as he delivered the turning utensil to the plate on the center of the kitchen table, but Reggie kept his hands to himself, asking, "More pancakes or more batter?"
Jake asks, "Who is the bad one?"
The kids came in before Diego, claiming they were `starving.' It wasn't often Desi had another kid to share a meal with at their house. Most of the time, on the occasion, it was Justin. Rarely another kid Desi's age, but when it occurred, Desi asked to eat on the back porch.
The three men were happy with this arrangement.
Diego had intentions of finding out more about Reggie, other than keeping the lines coming, which would keep a guy in a constant state of laughter.
Jake more or less the same, but from a more cautious view. After all, facilitator of the security force at Rockbottom Marina, he was always on guard when it came to people he knew little or nothing about.
Reggie on the other hand, as soon as he saw Jake in the robe, then a little more of the moss on his chest and stomach, coupled with the dark beard, was madly `in love' with the bear. He was a man of honor and would never trespass on another man's man. Though, there was nothing wrong with sightseeing!
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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.