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SuMMeR SoLSTiCe 14 WriTten by T. Chase McPhee
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Finally Diego firmed up all the plans for the afternoon. After leaving 2 voice messages on Phillip's dad's cell, Adam called back.
Adam explains the three' of them had made plans for the day. Then, Phillip had forgotten for a sec, Desi mentioning miniature golf', yesterday at the beach. While still on his cell, Phillip relays this to his dad their plans. Adam looks to his new `tag-along', Micah.
Since feelings could not accurately be portrayed over the phone, Diego could not interpret the silence, what was happening beyond what he could see and hear.
The scenario panned out early on in the morning, at Adam Hawkson's modest home. Micah's friend, Koby, had contacted him regarding his accident, the twisted ankle, which made it an impossibility to continue his summer job as lifeguard. Giving Micah the heads up, Koby said he better hightail it over to the Berkeley Point Lifeguard Station, early in the morning, be the first in line. This was late Friday afternoon, while still on the beach and right before he met Adam Hawkson. Well... after meeting up with Adam, showering with him, finding out what a hot cocksucker the 37 year old could be, spending the night in his bed, it was the toughest decision of Micah's life, deciding whether he wanted to stay, knowing he had to go!
Regardless, as Diego finds out, knowing somebody else, other than Phillip was there beside Adam, finds out Phillip will be joining them for miniature golf.
Desi didn't forget his new friend Cedric, which had his father on the phone, firming up more plans for Saturday afternoon.
Two amusement areas in Shiffers Landing, since they had been to Hatfield's Mini-Golf last time, Diego arrives at `The Lighthouse', not a colossal standing structure to warn ships, rather the name given to the miniature golf course, complete with a replica of the real lighthouse at Berkeley Point.
As fate would have it, they meet up with the other dads, Diego recognizing the jeep he parks next to, "Alex and Kyle are here?"
Scouting around the immediate perimeter, Diego checks out various spots for Alex or Kyle. He doesn't hesitate for a short sec to check out 2 shirtless dudes!
"Ahem!" Jake says.
"Oh, right," Diego snaps out of it.
By this time, Reggie and the 3 kids had exited the SUV.
Trying to fake his reason for his attention lingering too long on the 2 college dudes at `the windmill', Diego replies to Jake's muffled insinuation, "What?" he stare in Jake's eyes.
Smoothing things over, Jake replies, "I see them first!"
Both on the same page, Diego says, "I'll take the dark-haired one. You can have the blond!"
"Mm-mm!" Jake flutters his eyebrows.
However, guy-watching wasn't the reason they were here. Besides, to burst their bubble, the frats girlfriends came out of nowhere.
Jake declares, "Such a waste!"
Diego agrees, except, "I think we should catch up with Reggie?"
Catch up with the `mob', they did.
Adam Hawkson and his son Phillip were present. Unknowingly, to them, the father's over night house guest had headed off to apply for a new summer job.
The kids forming a small enclave of their own, tore the kids away from their parents.
Reuniting with new friends, it is found out Adrian Tetreau and Seamus Allig never parted, after leaving Alex's beach party. At the time, Cedric thought his uncle and new acquaintance would be all mushy love stuff', but it turned out Seamus was a pretty cool guy. He knew a lot about putting models together and if the chance ever came, making a trip to Australia, Cedric would be totally amazed at the room Seamus has, decked out with models from his childhood and the amazing model of the Titanic he was working on before leaving for business in the States. Probably one of the reasons he liked Seamus, is Cedric's discovery of how he liked' being around older people.
Standing at the registration booth, they meet up with Kyle and Alex walking towards them. Running towards Seamus, Kel is yelling for his uncle, the 7 year old saying, "I missed you uncle!"
Justin hung back with his parents, with little choice, Alex and Kyle holding on to his hands and giving him a big swing'. It was decided just now, Justin getting too big' for the `big swing'!
On their way out, Justin and Kel, caught up in the camaraderie of the other kids, convince Kyle and Alex to stay for another round of miniature golf.
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Meanwhile, on the other side of the village, Koby is hobbling up the road, towards the lifeguard station at Berkeley Point. He already knows he's been canned, not from any dereliction of duty response from his employer, but out of his accident. At first, when he started out his walk, unable to drive with the twisted ankle, he dwell on the mileage he had to walk. When he hit the part where the road paralleled the ocean, he took in the smell of the breeze, the pounding of the surf, the picture of guys lying out on the beach, faced up, faced down, standing, running into the water. It didn't matter. When it came to hot guys, it was all good. It's one of the reasons Koby applied for the job. Even though he knew the responsibility of the job, entailing the saving of lives when duty arose, but the profession can't beat the benefits, eyes stalking hot men!
With those hot men beyond his reach, except where vision is concerned, Koby's thoughts turn towards how he got into this predicament. With flashbacks to the mens room, he starts to get a little high on the euphoria of all the sucking and fucking going on, but moving quite quickly through his thoughts of the moment, the coming, sounds of the guys shooting off, visions of all that gooey, white creme, things go blank. More than a twisted ankle, Koby was lucky he could recall the good part'. How he got into the car with his friends, other than remembering the catchphrase of whenever he' was the driver, to buckle up, of the accident happening everything was a blank. Next time he woke up, was in the hospital and then the dawning of the grim news, two of his fuck-buds, `dead!'
With haste, he changes the subject to something else, gazing to the beach, a part he knew wasn't taken up by those who wanted to sun' and swim'. Mostly those looking for a tan and an intimate place to make out. He smiled, exhaled a little laughter, a slight disappointment of only heterosexual coupling.
Then, to jar his mind away from the beach, he hears a `toot'!
Swishing his head back around, over his shoulder before he turns around, Koby spots a silver Mercedes `parked', a head sticking out of the passenger side, saying, "Need a lift?"
Even though he had his shades on, the sun aided in temporary blindness, looking in the window, "Huh?" He was unsure, without a bearing on who was speaking with him.
"I saw you hobbling up the road and thought maybe I could lighten your load?"
Koby was debating. It's not the first time he's seen the Mercedes drive up the supply road to the beach, which also happened to double as access to the upscale homes, partially bordering the beach he held responsibility in patrolling. From hearsay, it has been said it belonged to one of those beach dwellers, `no dah', Koby placing the car right now, in the garage of one of those homes. Being the pangs in his ankle driving his feelings, Koby replies, "Sure would be a welcome relief."
Door opening from the inside, Koby was let in.
Right off, the driver, who after making sure Koby was safe inside, offers a hand, "Jon Darke," nodding, "I'm on my way to the lifeguard station," Darke finding it long-winded to tell all, skips over the details, "and I saw you on your crutches. Thought you could use a ride?"
By this time the Mercedes was in gear and headed up the road.
Koby offers his name and smiles, just knowing, by his conversations on the beach, "I know who `you' are."
Even though there was a smile on Koby's face, when glancing over, Jon says, "Is that good or bad?"
Knowing a few details about Jon Darke, gay, writes, directs, produces gay porn movies, also a philanthropist for the Berkeley Point Search and Rescue, Koby lays a few details about himself, "I've seen a few of your dvd's. All I can say is, you really know how to stir a man up!"
Getting the picture, especially where Koby's sexuality is concerned, Jon responds with a light tap to Koby's knee, "Is that so?"
"Owch!" Koby exclaims.
Foot hard on the brake, Jon asks, "Oh, I'm sorry! I didn't hurt anything did I?" Bending over, to the right of the steering wheel, Jon checks out Koby's bum left leg.
He wasn't thinking it, it being one of those on-the-spot remarks a gay guy would come out with and especially moot with the situation, riding with a porn director, Koby says, "Imagine!"
"Imagine what?" Jon Darke bounces back up in his seat.
Allowing a slight giggle to escape, Koby replies, "A famous porn producer, with his face almost in my crotch?"
At first the 29 year old director didn't know what to say, stumped with initial reaction. Slowly, Jon dummies up, his lips slowly upturning. Zipping up the road, he pans out, "I like it... director picks up a parapalegic guy..."
"It's paraplegia?"
"Whateva... sounded like a good plot," Jon says, pulling into the multi-lined parking lot.
Knowing the rules of sea and land, Koby says, "You're parked in a handicapped spot?"
"So? What of it? You're handicapped?"
"That's not funny," Koby says in all seriousness and not afraid to speak his mind, "What happens when someone who has a need to be close to the beach, can't find a parking place?"
Jon was in hot water with Koby. Placing the car in reverse, he looks back and pulls out.
"By the way, it's 2 m.p.h. in the parking lot?"
"I suppose you're the meter maid too?" Jon replies, half-serious.
"It's not metered parking," Koby says.
Right behind them was an empty spot, upon which Jon backs right into.
"Head on parking only!"
Showing a frustrated look, Jon says, "Y'know, you're really getting to be a thorn in my ass?!"
It was the perfect reaction, "Oh... I could be much worse!"
Sitting there in the driver's seat, it was a impromtu action on his part, Jon clenching his ass, same time his balls in traction with the response. Before he righted the wrong, regarding headlights to the building, he reaches over, grabs the back of Koby's neck and pulls him in for a kiss.
Entering the Surf'n'Rescue building, Koby's reason for coming was to make sure Micah showed up and possibly there was still hope he could fit into a position, even if it were `go-for', sharpening pencils or emptying garbage bins.
Upon entering the premises, Jon notifies Koby, "If you are in need of ride home, when I'm finished with business here, I can offer you a lift?"
"Thanks," Koby said, not leaning one way or the other. Seeing Micah, he heads right for him.
Unknown to Koby, Jon stops in his tracks, laying his eyes on Koby's friend. He swears he's met the lad. Jon meets lots of guys on the access road. Nevertheless, even though he has talent scouts all over the country, looking for fresh faces and `other' fresh parts, he has stopped to admire quite a few on the road or through the telescope set up in the den of his lux house, facing the beach. Somewhere in the back of his mind he knows he's made acquaintance with Koby's friend. Right then and there, allowing the situation to escape him a second time, Jon neglects business for a moment.
"Haven't I met you?"
Koby, facing around to Jon, speaks as Micah is about to do the same, the two on the same track, "That's got to be the oldest..."
Exchanging looks, Micah and Koby with the same return phase, it's Jon who chuckles, "I can't believe I used the same phrase my actors use in the movies I produce!"
Koby levels, "Yeah, Jon and that's why your movies are getting old!"
"My movies? Why, what would `you' know about directing a movie?"
All Micah could do is stand there and wonder. First off, he questioned in his mind how Koby had known the porn producer and was he a friend, an actor or... or... not being able to take it any longer, "You two know each other?"
It broke up the friendly squabble, Koby confessing, "He took pity on the handicapped paraple'gic'," Jon's pronunciation, "hobbling along up the road," he sports a thumb to show the direction he was coming from.
There was only one road in, one road out, Micah knowing this, "And `you'," meaning Jon Darke, "just happened to be..."
He cuts Micah off, "Hell, can't you kids give an old guy a break?"
Jon could have been correct, where Koby stood, in regard to age, 19 years old. Micah at 24, according to his age, Jon at 29, younger looking, Micah could pass for a few years younger. However, being fully immersed in a career, it made Jon feel older.
Still, at least Koby could complain, "You act like you're our grandfather, Jon?"
Two things occur, breaking up the threeway conversation.
Right in front of Micah, the man at the desk cues, "Next?"
From a side office, another lifeguard station employee emerges, "Mr. Darke?"
Of course Koby didn't go unnoticed. Up until last week, he was a full-fledged employee, in and out from the lifeguard station twice-daily or more. While he had the director of the station's attention, he takes it to his advantage, "Simon?"
Not realizing Koby was with Jon, the director replies, "I'll talk with you in a moment Koby. I have business with Mr. Darke first?"
So, Koby worked at the lifeguard station, but it didn't mean he had to like' everyone there and top of the list of dislikes, was Simon Drexler. At one time he admitted, Drexler running a tight ship, which kept everyone on their toes, but sometimes he felt Drexler had too much power over people and enjoyed' it a little too much. Like right now, since he was in limbo, Koby knew, he could not perform the duties of a lifeguard and, if he pursued employment further, would have to stoop to chisel out some kind of living for himself this summer or else forfeit going to college this fall.
Koby was ready to applaud, when Jon replies, "That's okay Mr. Drexler. I've got time," and playing the charade, "Give the lad your attention."
"Nonsense," Drexler replies, "he can wait his turn."
Having written a letter to the commission which saw over the Berkeley Point Lifeguard Station, Jon Darke had requested filming near the rocks, within the jurisdiction of the maritime region. The commission appointed Simon Drexler as their emissary to oversee the schedule, in which filming need be conducted at a time and day when beach traffic was light. It helped his cause, Jon being a major benefactor in keeping the station brand-spanking new!
Feeling a little overanxious to have this business over and done with, Drexler replies, giving Koby a disgruntled look, turns to Jon and directs both to his office.
Following the man, Jon had a slight grin on his face. In order to direct a movie, he had to have the knowledge of how people could be and react to situations, or else he would not be able to convey this feeling to his actors. At the time, his flock of actors could most likely assume the character Jon conjured up in his mind. Those which didn't show keen acting skills, well their looks made up for it!
Totally against his feelings, Drexler addresses Koby, in a pouting manner, "Well, what can I do for you?"
Knowing Koby only a little while, Jon Darke had a keen sense on how Koby would want to answer this question thrown out to him. Allowing the conversation to spin out into it's own little diversion, Jon dwell on how this could end up.
His script went along the lines of Koby rising up out of his chair and... Without the limp, he approaches Drexler, telling him exactly what he could do for the him.
Fortunately, Jon Darke was sitting on the far side of the desk, away from attention. Someone would have to scrutinize his space in order to see his hand slip into the folds of his crotch. By making up this pretend scenario in his mind, it only provided a match to his dry firewood. It was all he could do from keeping his lips buttoned up.
Even though a calm conversation was being carried out, with Jon's vivid imagination, it wasn't at all the way the flick was going. By way of Jon's script, Koby, by now, had Simon, pants and undies stripped down, Drexler's belly over the desk, Koby's `11c' out, all primed up and ready to insert....
"I'll have to think about it!" came Koby's reaction to Drexler's offer, which was something a little more degrading than sharpening pencils. Since dogs were permitted on the beach, Drexler tried to dissuade Koby from returning, by informing him he would, in addition to his other detail, have to walk the beach after it emptied and with a plastic bag and gloves, stalk the beach for dog-droppings.
"You have precisely 2 seconds!" Drexler replies, with a smile.
In the dark, because his mind and hand have been preoccupied, Jon asks, "Think about what?"
Unenthused, Koby replies, it showing in his voice, "The other stuff is okay, but I'm not sure about picking up dog shit."
Knowing he did, Jon asks, "Did I miss something?"
Not that he had anything personal against Koby, Simon Drexler really hated gay people on a whole. Personally? He was dead set against having a gay porn flick filmed on his' beach, but higher-ups called the shots. Regardless, suddenly something kicks in, Drexler's thoughts about himself, director' of Berkeley Point Lifeguard Station and the Surf'n'Rescue squad, housed at the same location. Not about to allow `the board' to tell him how to run his station, instead of informing Jon Darke about their permission to allow him to film on the jette, Drexler says, "Sorry, but the commission turned down your request!"
"What?" Jon sat up in his chair, forgot about his hand for the moment. "But I got a letter..."
"The letter states you to report to me, doesn't it?"
He had the letter in hand. Opening it, he didn't really have to. It did not make mention of the commission's decision, but Jon, figuring he had to make the trip, instead of a declining statement written into the letter, "There's got to be some mistake. The script, the equipment, we have it all set."
He didn't produce the letter from the commission, instead Drexler faking his way through, "It's the decision of the commission." Lying through his teeth, "If it was in my power, I would have you filming tomorrow!"
Koby thought that' strange. It was a rule, whether official or not, Drexler telling the lifeguards, while on duty they must wear proper attire, which meant they could not take their shirts off, unless in the process of rescuing a bather in distress. Before he came, he heard from one of the other lifeguards, one showing up to work in a skimpy speedo. This was before they had official uniforms. Drexler made a mockery out of the lifeguard, pertaining to this, Drexler trying to make light of the situation, referring to the lifeguard's 2 buoys and lighthouse' almost visible. The incident, turning into a legal battle is what brought about the commission establishing a `dress code'. Drexler's attempt to conceal a man's anatomy didn't hold up to his own expectations, with the lawsuit. Still, it became more of an issue, the need for a man, in pursuit of a victim in distress, the ability to glide through the water. To this day, they don't
wear speedos, but Drexler's version on the swim trunk' didn't hold water when it came to commission accepting a more adept piece of swimwear. He sneered when faced with the revised swimwear code, teen boys with their bullocks filling up the cock pocket, some with hardly any breathing room'!
"I see," Jon replies to the dismal news with skepticism.
The letter didn't really need to tell Jon anything one way or the other. This past week, off the record, he had met with one of the board members and before he stood there and watched one of his own actors fuck the board member, he had knowledge of the commission allowing him to film on the jette.
Taking it in the plural sense, Jon Darke gets up, saying, "Well then I suppose our business with you is finished!"
Koby had and hadn't made up his mind.
Though, Drexler presses the issue, "And the job? You want it or do I make an offer to someone else?" Really, Koby was `it', because Drexler was making it up as he went along!
Instead of Koby jumping in with an answer, a decision he didn't wish to make, Jon bouts for him, "Like he said, he'll think about it."
Ready to dispute what Jon thought, Koby's plan B kicked in, cashier at the local supermarket.
Out in the lobby, Koby does confront Jon with it, "Would you happen to be passing by Eden's Garden?"
"Hmm," a few things ran through Jon's mind. First, how Koby could afford anything from the posh organic megastore. Secondly, he wasn't about to let go just yet, "I was a little hungry myself. How about some late lunch?"
Koby opens up, "It was plan B."
"Plan B?" Jon asks as he sits behind the wheel and stares at Koby.
Through the open portal of the other side of Jon's vehicle, Koby explains, "I applied there the day after I got out of the hospital. Even though the hiring manager could see I couldn't do much with my," he put it like Jon did, "bum leg, he thought I might be okay ringing a register." He also adds, "I think he liked me!"
It gave a little comic relief, the two connecting with a scrap of a smile.
"I can see why," Jon replies. He wasn't letting on, knowing the human resources manager personally!
His abs hanging on the window ledge, the remark made Koby respond, "Well, even if you're not going by Eden, I'd appreciate it if you could give me a lift?"
What choice did Jon have, Koby removing himself from the window opening, pulling the door open and helping himself to the passenger seat!
While doing so, it had bought Jon a little time, in transit. First reaction to working at Eden's Garden, "Doesn't matter if your stocking shelves or ringing up sales, you're going to be on your feet?"
"I know. I'll make out somehow. If I don't it's like, `bye-bye' to college in the fall."
Out of nowhere, Jon says, "Dammit!"
"What?" Koby replies.
"Do you mind? I have to stop by the house for a minute?"
"I guess not," Koby, in a little grumpy mood, "Eden will still be there for the rest of the day, at least."
Watching how Jon got beyond the big, wrought iron gate and enclosure, he speaks into a box, "Silverfox has returned, Kennety!"
"What was that about?" Koby asks.
"Silverfox, the name I gave my Mercedes. Kennety, he's my personal secretary."
Guessing, Koby freely asserts, "And bedtime sleeping pill?"
The gates opening, Jon shifting, he replies, "If you follow me to bed tonight, you'll find out!"
"I'll be working at Eden's. Remember?" Koby replies, cool, calm and collective.
Though, deep down inside, Jon wished something to the contrary!
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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.