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SuMMeR SoLSTiCe 13 WriTten by T. Chase McPhee
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It doesn't take kids even half as long to eat and in a matter of 11 minutes they were up out of their chairs, bringing their empty plates into the kitchen.
"All done," Desi breaks up the adult conversation. He also hints, "I was telling Antoine about the miniature golf course," not hesitating, lest he renege on his promise to his beach friend, "can you give Phillip's dad a call?"
"You can use my phone?" Antoine whips a cell phone out of his pocket.
Manhandling it from the kid's hand, Desi gasps, like it's unheard of for a kid to have a cell, "You have your own phone?"
Out of the almost closed corner of his mouth, Diego says to the other two gents at the table in a whisper, "Get ready for the hit up."
Sure enough, as Diego has predicted, "Dad! I gotta get one of these for my birthday... oh please?"
Pouring on the pressure, Antoine questions, "You don't have a cell?"
Turning the comedy back on `the dad', "This is your fault, Reggie!" Diego smiles.
Disregarding the adult fun, Desi, handing the cell back to his friend, badgers, "Dad, what's Phillip's phone number?"
Jake just observes, Reggie throwing his two cents in, "I think I could be up for a round or two of golf today!"
One thing crossing Antoine's mind was his dad getting along with the other two, which was important because he was really liking Desi. The other, left unsaid, he asks, "Dad, where are we going to be staying?"
When the laughter died down between the 3 adults, five minutes ago, it turned serious. At least for the weekend, Diego offering up the spare guest room, which still had a bunch of junk hanging around.
Drawn from this conversation, Reggie informs his son, "I'm going to be taking up the guest room..."
Diego's hospitality kicks in, "...And if you don't mind, Desi has a sleeping bag you can sack out in, if you like the arrangement, Antoine?"
"Cool!" Desi called out.
It shortly followed with Antoine looking to Desi, on his decision, "Yeah. Cool!"
With that, miniature golf was put on hold while the boys ran to check out tonight's sleeping arrangement, Desi not forgetting, "Come on, boy," Kriton going along.
Halfway in the journey, not Desi, but Kriton turning back, hunger pangs settle in. The pup doubles back to the kitchen. By then the adult trio had set into motion of cleaning up.
Already Reggie helped himself, confession on the subject of dishwashers, "I know how one of these works!"
Right out of Jake and Diego's hands, Reggie takes dirty plates in one hand, two glasses from another.
Diego detects the little yelp from Kriton, tail wagging, "Somebody `forget' to feed you, boy?"
Looking down, it drew the attention of the other two.
By this time, Reggie, having had a few jobs along the last 10 years of his 32 year life span, one, working in a high end restaurant, doing low end duties, had cleared away the breakfast dishes in no time at all.
"Lucky," Reggie called it, Diego taking three 4lb. bags of dog food out of a closet which doubled up with a broom.
Once again, Jake had disappeared, having to empty out some of the food which had been on the intake, leaving Diego to fend for himself, "Lucky?" he looked up, dragging out one big bag from the skinny closet.
"I always wanted Antoine to have a dog. Like I had when I was growing up, but it never fit into the plan," Reggie replies, adding, "Let me give you a hand with that."
Reaching down for one of the bags, Eukanuba `Country-Grown Turkey and Multigrains', Diego allows Reggie to be the chooser, "Turkey it is!"
It was through this small incident, Reggie picking Kriton up, cuddling the white lab pup in one arm, bag clutched in the other hand, a scene which he could only view like a movie disguised as a a love story between owner and beloved pet.
In all of an hour and a half, Diego has gotten a picture of Reggie and just wondered something. Developing up a quick friendship, including Jake in it, he reverts back to a memory, something Gregg Keller had always told him `stories' about, hitting upon, "You and Gregg must've had a special friendship?"
Dropping any sense of comedic demeanor, Reggie asks, "Oh? Just what did Gregg tell you about me, I mean, us?"
Placing Kriton of all fours and all through the tail-wagging, Reggie poured out a cup of dog vittles into a bowl, waiting for an answer.
On the other hand, Diego formulates in his mind just how much he wants or should focus up on, starting from when he first met Gregg, shortly before his death, "Gregg was always talking about this special man in his life."
Backing up against a countertop, Reggie panned a hand over his face, saying, "We did have something special going on, for the time it lasted."
From their conversation, Diego had figured out Reggie didn't reek of money and already having put one and one together, "Yes, I was sorry to hear that part of the story," meaning after the two of you broke up.
Reggie wondered, "I guess Gregg told you everything?"
Diego suddenly felt compelled to bow out of the rest of the love story. Knowing Reggie didn't know his part of the story, Diego begins to tell, "I met Gregg through Alex, from next store?"
In ways in which the two had an understanding, Reggie puts it, "Hot man, Alex, he is!"
After the short interlude of agreement, the conversation returns to its sovereign nature, "At the time I started working with Alex, there was a need to be close in proximity to his location. I was living on the west coast and it became awkward as far as jetting out here and then there was Desi to consider."
Reggie interjects, "Very nice boy. You and Jake are doing a good job."
It was never said, `how long' Jake has been a part of Diego and Desi's lives. For all Reggie knew, they looked to have been together for years!
"Thanks," Diego replied. Instead of dwelling on himself and Jake, he returned to, "Gregg picked up on it right away and after running into him again at Alex's place, it was Gregg who suggested taking up temporary residence at his occasional' place. I think you' can attest to how good-natured Gregg can be."
"He hardly knew Antoine and I, but he had an extra sense about seeing people for the first time and feeling them out," Reggie could relate.
It was exactly how Diego could relate to Reggie, "I know the feeling!" He turns the corners of his lips up.
Smiling back, Reggie reveals, "Not that I had to, or it ever came up, but I never told Antoine `how' I paid for renting Gregg's place for all those summers."
"Not that I'm putting blame on anyone," Diego relates first hand, "but Gregg never allowed anyone into his life, intimately, after you two broke up?"
A ball of something was choking Reggie up from the throat. It was only Kriton, having eaten a chunk or two, too fast, he coughed, saying, "Uh, it seems you and Jake have something special going?"
It was an obvious hint, `get off the subject of Gregg Keller', Diego agreeing, because even though the two never made it in between the sheets, lounging on the sofa, at least opening or stripping off each other's shirt and kissing, was enough to make himself feel a little melancholy.
"I cannot believe it!" Jake comes in, exclaiming in a bombastic manner!
"What?" Reggie and Diego answer simultaneously.
"The shirt!" Jake announced, swooping his hands down his shirt. "I find one that fits!"
"Nice color," Reggie replies. Squinting, as he walks over to Jake, he comments, "Black was Gregg's favorite color!"
In jest, Diego says, "Hey, wanna watch the hands, Reggie?"
"What?" Reggie questions innocently. "All I did, is go like this," his five fingernails of his right hand travel down the `new' flannel shirt, without even touching hairy skin!
All three in an upbeat, joking mood, Jake replies, "I think what Diego mean, it make me feel too good," and glancing left to right, his peripheral vision picking up the environment behind him, Jake jokes as one hand feels up his own crotch, "and if I feel too good, I begin to grow?"
Licking his lips, they learn how Reggie swings, "Mm-mmh! Why do I suddenly have an insatiable appetite?!"
Diego didn't say anything, but was thinking it, while Jake tends to his morsel', why not have Jake get some pleasure out of it himself! Then, he's put on the spot, Jake and Reggie staring at him, as if asking, Something on your mind?'
"What?" is the only course of responding, Diego flexing his arms straight out to his sides to emphasize what the two are driving at.
Moving towards Diego, then around back, Jake takes both of his lovers wrists, `restraining' his arms behind his back, saying, "I think Diego maybe needs to confess something?"
Like he was reading Jake's thoughts, Reggie advances to inches in front of Diego, in the process, clasping his hands, turning them inside out, much like an adversary would get in the mood for some gut-punching, but instead, "I think maybe Deg needs some persuasion here?"
There was a matter of trust and perhaps mistrust', Diego knowing Jake would not allow any harm to come to him, but on the same token, he didn't know' Reggie. However, he was a little confident no malice was on the man's mind, because he was more a joker than a fighter! Making sure the atmosphere was still in a comedic sense, he asks, "No... what are you gonna do to me?"
Picking up the tail of Diego's tee shirt, Reggie says of his thin treasure trail, "Oh, isn't this cute?"
"Oh my god! Stop that!" The corners of Diego's lips slightly curved up in a smile, a tingle, teasing feeling emanating out of Reggie's finger slight touching to the rounded circumference of his navel, the few hairs around, but mainly the `happy stripe'!
It was then Diego felt the real power of Jake's hands, "Maybe this help?" Jake asks, clasping both of Diego's wrists in one giant hand, the other reaching around, grabbing Diego's tee shirt and lifting it up to his chin.
Reassured, Jake's lips sideswiping his ear, Diego feels a smooch along the chin.
"Oh much!" Reggie replies, a big grin on his face. "Much, much, much-much, much more," he puts both hands into action, tickling up Diego's ribs!
Then, from out of nowhere, "Why are you tickling my dad?"
What became a scenario of intense laughter, mostly on Diego's part, suddenly changed, like day and night.
Immediately, Jake's one hand, binding Diego's wrists, let go. Like letting down the curtain at the end of a Broadway play, Diego's shirt fell down his stomach.
Diego seemed to wipe the laughter right off his face.
As if they were working as a team, Reggie smooths out Diego's tee shirt, like they were hand in hand at dressing a table for dinner.
"We just have a little fun," Jake explains, those big white teeth showing around his beard, which would set anyone in a fit of feeling like a funny joke was told.
Even though Desi trusted Jake, he looked to his father, who says, "I didn't know I was so ticklish!"
`Strange,' Desi thought. Did his father forget about the wrestling matches they used to have so much, when he was littler? Making an excuse, only for his own benefit, Desi figures it must be different with adults!
"Oh," Desi realizes his two hands holding up syrup-smeared plates, "I brought our plates back. Can we go play miniature golf now?"
It was discussed yesterday while at the beach outing, Diego saying, "Well, we hadn't firmed things up with Phillip's dad?"
"Well dad," Desi says sarcastically, not meaning it, "will you get with it and `firm it up?'"
Normally, Diego would have pressed the issue, Desi placing the two plates on the table, instead of the sink, the neglect, washing them off and slid right into the dishwasher.
His eyes on it, Reggie picks up the dishes on an impulse and parades them over to the sink. Knowing Desi isn't standing there, he says to Diego, "Yeah, would you `firm it up?'"
Picking up on it, Jake pats Diego's pouch between his legs and says, "I think it firm already, Reggie!"
"What is this? A conspiracy against me?" Diego replies, yet doesn't mind it at all, Jake outlining his anatomy with his hand!
Reggie stretches his neck, placing his chin over Diego's shoulder, asking, "Is that as firm as it gets?"
With `payback' on his mind, Diego replies, "How can it be Reggie, when your lips aren't on it?"
Jake withdraws, laughs, pins it on Reggie, "Oh-h, he got you!"
However, nothing came to fruition over it, again the `underaged' portion of the household butting in, "Dad, did you firm it up with Phillip's dad yet?"
This time, Antoine was with Diego.
In a sing-song manner of speaking, Diego replies to his son, "No, I didn't firm it up with Phillip's dad yet," not that he hasn't been given the chance, "but by the time you go upstairs and wash and dress, just maybe I'll have `enough time'?"
"Cool!" Desi replies.
Since they were already pals, Antoine naturally followed Desi where he went.
"He's such a cute kid," Reggie says, watching the pair tear out of there.
In praise, Diego says Reggie along the same lines, "So is Antoine."
Left in reflection, Jake salutes, "I think you two make a nice pair?!"
"Jake!?" Diego exclaims, like maybe he's getting the `let go'.
Wondering about his motives, Reggie just replies a dumbfounded, "Huh?"
Roughly knowing each other for 48 hours, or less, Diego and Jake really have had time to only skim the surface of everything which has to do to put into a friendship, let alone loving relationship. It has not been unheard of two people meeting and it being tagged, `love at first sight', a long-lasting relationship takes time to build and nurture.
Right out, creeping into Diego's mind is, `Is Reggie's presence here causing a rift in the infrastructure?'.
Little does anyone know much about what a person's thinking, Reggie with his own conclusion, speaking out, "Hey," he takes the sponge in his hand, squeezes out excess water, places it in the glass turtle by the faucet, like he sees it, "I never meant to do, say or act in a way which come between you two," he distances himself between the two, walking across the room. "I mean," he dwells on, "I think you two are very hot men, but..."
By this time, a short while to communicate silently, but creating thoughts in their mind, Jake, who finds fault in breaking up the camaraderie of their moment of fun and folly, breaks the ice, saying, "He think we're cute, Diego!" Jake, his finger directed to Diego, own thumb to himself, switches it back and forth.
"Yeah, that's what bothers me," Diego replies.
As it would seem to a fourth party, Reggie stood as the onlooker, Diego and Jake carrying on an exclusive, 2-way conversation.
"What bother you, Diego?" Jake asks, in a prompt way of speaking.
"Well," it rolls off the end of Diego's tongue, "I came to the door half-naked," in his boxer briefs, "and later you show up with your undies drooping below your treasure trail..."
"Trail?" the conversation goes off course, "I not have skinny little trail," like his masculinity's being mocked, Jake lifts up the tail of the flannel shirt, "a `real' man, I have mighty swaff!"
Reggie following along with the charade, knowing they were doing it for his benefit, in a nice way to coax him back into the surreal friendship it seemed to be building up, walks over to them, a little forced in his laughing, "I think Jake meant `swath' and, mm-mm," Reggie picks up the front of Jake's shirt, whereas it has been abandoned down over the hairy navel, scans over from mid-stomach to where the dark, curly hair is snagged up in a pair of beltless pants, "Hmm, maybe I'll skip breakfast and go right to lunch?!"
Dropping Jake's shirt, looking at the two, it was in Reggie's thinking, he was liking the two, the easygoing friendship, developed amazingly fast, the joking, kidding, but also, to break up the short silence, "Our boys were starting to get along so well."
Diego jumps in, afraid the conversation, if carried by Reggie alone, would cause the rift to tear permanently, "They were... are..."
Third part of this, Jake's input, which now seemed like the person Diego, and slowly Reggie felt the pressure, the man to look up to for `all' the answers, Jake doesn't fail them, "It is the fault of us."
"Oh no," Reggie refutes, "if it's anybody's fault," he slaps his own chest several times with his palm, "it's my fault," explaining, "I mean, here I walk right in the door, right into your lives and think for one moment that I can..."
"Reggie?" Jake silences the jabbering for one moment.
There they go again, thinking alike, Diego in demand, "Shut up?" asked nicely.
"Oh! Okay," Jake simply says, buttoning up his lips visibly with his finger and thumb.
Like the punchline delivered first, the reason for the wild statement following, Reggie and Diego turn their eyes on Jake, Diego replying, "As you were saying, Jake?"
Collar of the flannel shirt was loose around his neck, unbuttoned by two buttons, making his hairy chest look sexy, which was not Jake's intention at the time, but running his finger along the collar, he clears his throat, "Diego and me, we have learned to like us being together for two days now..."
"Two days?! Wow! Seems like..."
"Deg?"
Falling back into what they had going, something along the lines of a Three Stooges comedy routine, Diego responds, "Yes, Reggie?" He knew what was coming.
Instead of `shut up', Reggie suggests, "Wanna listen to the man?"
"Oh sure," Diego crosses his arms in front of himself, looks and listens intently, eyes set on Jake. "What's up sweetheart?"
`Sweetheart? Hm-m,' is Jake's first reaction, falling back into the scheme of things, mumbles, "Not much as I would like to be up!"
The 3 laughed their butts off!
Recalling them to attention, Jake continues, "However," he again ruffles the collar of his flannel shirt, "not that I try to make a repeat of myself and who knows when we again will be invaded by little aliens..."
The other giggled!
"I think it now we should put everything out of our mind and have good family time today."
"Sounds cool, Jake," Reggie replies.
Diego, empty-handed, says, "I'll drink to that!" raising a fist, which could have contained a mug of beer.
More on his toes than the other two, Jake asks, knowing Diego didn't, "Did you call Phillip's dad, Diego?"
"Thanks for the reminder!" Diego threw his shotgun finger against his own skull and scurried off.
Leaving the others to themselves, Reggie asks, "I'm not sure I got what you were driving at Jake, but like I said, I'm not into breaking up a relationship between two men in love."
`In love' grabbed Jake and probably it was an impression he hadn't dove into, but hearing it from somebody else, it confirmed exactly what he had been feeling. Nevertheless, it did not make small the sidelined feeling of Reggie, not feeling adverse to the thoughts of a third party interfering with their coupled relationship, leaving it up in the air, "Let us think of friendship today?"
Saying he was going to see what the boys were up to, plus shaping up his beard, which meant getting ready for the day, Jake left the kitchen.
He made up his own joke about things, saying to himself, "Sure, leave ole Reggie with all the dishes!" Withdrawing his hands from his hips, he rolled up his imaginary sleeves and got busy!
Upstairs, Jake didn't find anything out of order. Not that he was expecting anything amiss with an 11 and 12 year old in the same room. However he wasn't totally positive with knowings and findings. Just the same, knocking on the door, sticking his head in Desi's room, he finds the two in a bustle, putting what seemed the final touches on their wardrobe...
"Hey Jake, look!" Desi says.
Jake questions, "What am I looking at?" seeing both decked out in tee shirts, shorts, socks and baseball caps.
Antoine, excited as Desi replies, "We traded clothes for the day!"
He wouldn't know, Jake only being around the house for a minuscule amount of time, "Is that so?" played it neutral.
What Jake `did' take notice, Antoine decked out in designer labels, Desi in glum colors, which didn't necessarily coordinate with each other. Too, the tee shirt, when Desi threw his arms up in the air with the ecstatic greeting, sported a torn pit. It brought back an episode of his life, when he didn't have it so rosy, but that was then and this is now. Not that he factored it in with developing the relationship, Jake knew Diego lived with higher monetary standards.
Antoine steps out of his shell for the moment, asking a question, which he knows has been on Desi's mind, "Did Desi's dad firm it up with Phillip's dad?"
Of that he wasn't sure, "He is on the phone now."
`Speak of the devil,' Diego enters the scene, "Oh, you're ready good," but not good, his father seeing Desi in the rather bleak wardrobe. Assuming they were Desi's clothes, something old, which he's forgotten about, "How come you are wearing your old rags, son?"
Jake's face looked much like Desi's, mouth a rounded o', for oh-h-h-h-h', hitting upon the sensitive subject.
"What's the matter?" Diego takes a glance around the half circle. At the end of the line was Antoine, his head bowed in reverence. "Antoine? Everything okay?" It's then he notices the shirt Desi wore last week when they made a trip over to Rockbottom, as `citizens'.
This is one time Jake remained wordless, Desi saying, "Dad, you're in big trouble."
"Big trouble? For what?"
Then Jake opens up, "The boys. They exchange clothes for the day."
Hearing his dad being the joker' ever since he can remember, Antoine took things in stride, not being able to stay mad at anyone for longer than a minute or two, says, "The rags are my' clothes."
Enter the next participant, Reggie cheerfully says, "The dishes are all squared away in the dishwasher, counters washed down, what's up with miniature golf? You guys ready?"
The earth stood still for all of ten seconds.
"Something happen?" Reggie tries stirring things up.
"Desi's dad said my clothes looked like rags," Antoine pouted, ending with a half-smile.
Forming fists, holding them up, like he's ready to box somebody out, Reggie replies, "Hmm, maybe we should take this to the basement and have it out?!"
Desi informs, "We don't have a basement!"
"Oh," Reggie replies.
Antoine then says, "Dad, you already told me somebody might say something about my clothes, and I shouldn't care. Like you said, it's not worth getting in a fight over."
"That sound like good advice," Jake's hand firmed up Reggie's shoulder.
"Well," Diego exhales, "I guess I'm the one being the sap around here!"
Bailing his father out somewhat, Desi says, "That's okay dad. Antoine will forgive you if he can keep my clothes?"
Reggie steps in, "Nice offer, but as soon as I get a job, first thing we'll do," he continues upbeat, "is march right into town and outfit him with the latest fashion! How's that son?" he kneels down, addresses Antoine in a comforting way.
Not meant as malicious, Diego says, "Oh, you're unemployed?"
Seeing this could be a deterrent to more time spent playing miniature golf, Desi asks, "Dad, are you ever going to get ready?"
"I suppose," Diego tread lightly on words, having botched up the last few, "I better get ready then."
Standing, Reggie requests, "Would there happen to be someplace I can `freshen up'?"
"Yeah, dad," Antoine mentions, "you kinda reek."
"Doncha love it when your kid compliments you all the time?" Reggie says.
The guest room didn't have it's own facilities and like Desi, had to use the community men's room down at the end of the hallway.
Jake offered to show him the way, but when they arrived, is looked in shambles!
They knew they would be in hot water, Desi and Antoine waiting at the door to the bedroom, just in case all hell broke loose!
Sure enough they hear Jake yell out, "Desi!"
"Antoine!" Reggie follows up with.
The two run down the hall, hanging at the doorway between the two adults, Desi being spokeskid, "What's up?" Like he didn't know what was up!
"Explain all this?" is all Jake said, in his best interrogating voice.
"It started out fun, but I guess we got going and... things got kind of messy?"
"And what do you have to say for yourself, Antoine?" his father quizzes the preteen.
"It was fun?" Antoine shrugged his shoulders. Repairing his comment, "But we know we were wrong and won't do it again. Right, Des?"
"Right. Yeah," Desi was thrown for a loop, Antoine putting things in a righteous manner of thought.
"I will clean this up. Maybe Jake should take you downstairs and sit you down for a half hour with nothing to do?"
Seeing Reggie take the upper hand was kind of `responsible', Jake thought. Plus, he was glad somebody offered to clean up the mess, whereas it looked like bottles of shampoo were used as weapons of mass soap sud-destruction, coupled with the squirting jet of the showerhead!
After the kids and Jake disappeared, Reggie set about cleaning the floor, but with the tub, too much soapy material had accumulated and with the addition of water, he was lucky suds did not overflow, outside the boundaries of the tub enclosure, 3 interlocking doors. It was comical to him, keeping the massive wall of bubbles all boxed up, lest it creep out onto the floor and like a mind of its own, out the door!
He was in a quandary. The trip in the car, from the big city, to the shore, had taken several hours, with traffic and one or two stops. He was gritty and did not think it fair to `reek' in front of others. Skipping the shower was an option, but then again...
Knocking on the bedroom door, Diego answers, "Come in!" He knew it wasn't Jake, though it could have been one of the kids, but glad it wasn't!
"The shower in the other jon, it's temporarily out of service," Reggie says. Of course his eyes were up and down Diego, towel tied around his waist and razor blade in hand, face half-lined with shaving cream.
Not hesitating a bit, Diego says, "Well come in and use this one. I'll be done in a minute."
They could have beat around the bush, but they knew the score. Ushering Reggie in, Diego licked his lips, wondering what was in store for him.
Even though Diego's attention was pertaining to shaving the white cream off his face, Reggie knew he would have an audience. Being the `tease' he knew he could be, he starts facing Diego, but focusing on an object, the ceiling light, which doubled up with an exhaust fan. Stripping off the tee shirt, Reggie calls attention to himself, rather than in reflection, he asks, "Where should I put this?"
Turning around, Diego replies, "Nice pecs!"
Reggie smiles, knowing Diego saw `more'!
"Just throw it in the hamper?"
"Oh," mocking him over his son's clothing issue, "sure I shouldn't throw it in the trash?"
"Nah," Diego replies, "better flush it down the toilet, in case bugs crawl out of it!"
Calling Diego's bluff, Reggie lifts the toilet seat, dangles the tee shirt over the bowl.
"No! No! No!" yells, rushing to stop him.
Reggie got an added bonus, other then faking Diego out, the towel slipping from his waist!
Picking it up, Diego says, "You weren't really going to flush that, were you?"
Both knowing the anatomy was in full view, Reggie replies, "Nice balls!"
Revenge tactic, Diego says, "Can't wait to see yours!"
He went back to looking in the mirror, but wasn't doing much shaving, hearing the metal part of Reggie's belt being disengaged.
"I don't know if you've heard the rumors, but us black men have `huge' cocks?"
"Are you a racist, Reggie?"
Off came the pants. Reggie just knew, after the remark, Diego would be guarding his reaction. So, with his tightey whitey's hands on his hips, elastic 2 inches below his navel, he says with a sexy twist to his voice, "You can turn around and watch now!"
Shrugging it off, Diego goes in the opposite direction, not that he wouldn't want to see what's hanging, "No thanks. I'm not into cheap porn!"
He could have carried out his plan, did a sort of cockdance' as he stepped out of his briefs. On the other hand, he knew he would be observed, so did the routine, stepped out, used his hand to fluff up' the cramped up quarters of his briefs, then bent to start up the shower controls.
Of course, how could Diego miss the unveiling of the 3 main objects of a man's anatomy? He really didn't have a guess to how big Reggie's cock was, but when he did see it, even in the deflated stage, felt a little `taken' by Reggie's build up. Though, the balls were bigger than he imagined, all that was put aside, seeing Reggie's bare butt!
"Nice ass!"
"Thanks," Reggie said, standing, stepping into the shower. As he sudsed up, he smiled, knowing Diego had taken in the whole show. The clincher was, staring into the mirror when making a wisecrack about his ass. In fact, he figured it was Diego's way of telling him he saw' it all! Sneaky man!' he laughed out loud. Hoping he wasn't heard, he cracked open the sliding door and looked out. However, Diego had already cleaned up and left!
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Copyright 2012 T. Chase McPhee
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