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SuMMeR SoLSTiCe 05 WriTten by T. Chase McPhee
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It wasn't only a matter of cleaning the slime off Diego's cock, pubes and the small amount making his balls all slimy too, but was impressed by Mathieu's talents, "Um, ever think of going into the cleaning business?" he chuckles.
Skipping over the tawdry sense of humor, Mathieu replies, "I'd sure like to `suck up' to you when these are full?"
Though, Mathieu's one hand, barely big enough of a plateau to hold the two orbs, even when depleted of their load, he looks to Diego for some kind of reaction to go on.
"Would be nice," Diego replies, without making any kind of commitment.
Standing, wiping his mouth off with the back of his hand, Mathieu sucks a little juice remnant from the tip of his index finger, "Damn you taste good!"
It seemed Mathieu was sending him a message and other than the occasional fling with Michael, Diego responds, "I'm not looking for a one night stand?" He steps out of everything at once, briefs and pants.
"Neither am I."
"Fast mover," Diego labels it.
"You know what they say, `a taste of honey is worse than none at all'?"
Looking over the pile of fresh clothes, Diego evades the question.
"Something wrong?"
Choosing the khaki chinos, Diego replies, "They don't wear briefs around here?"
"Oh," Mathieu tidies himself up, "I'm sure Caleb will tell Desi, to bring 2 extra pair of briefs to leave here. It's one thing Rockbottom doesn't provide."
Diego got the message, which meant he would have to go brief-less for the remainder of the day. "Might get a little airy down there," he steps into the pants provided.
"With all `that' stuffed in there?" Mathieu laughs it off.
Off and on Diego was feeling promiscuous, so when Mathieu offers to help him stuff it all in, without getting the zipper caught, Diego addresses him, "Other than a swimsuit, I've never had to zipper up over bare pubes."
Taking the bait, Mathieu obliges, switching direction of their conversation, "Swimsuit? With your physique? I bet you would look hot... I mean `nice' in a speedo?"
Presented to Diego, in a fashion which questioned whether he knew what a speedo was!
It's not like Diego didn't own one. Matter of fact, last year for his birthday, Alex and Kyle gave him a classy speedo.
Sarcastically he retorts, "I happen to `know' what a speedo is?"
"Oh," Mathieu replies, then, "well of course you do. What gay man doesn't," he laughs it off through his nose.
"Well I'd like to have you know it was a gift from my next door neighbor," deliberately putting on airs, "who happens to be one of the top fashion designers in the world today," he put Alex Nouguet on a pedestal.
"Oh really?" Things start ticking in Mathieu brain, "Tell me, do you think he might be interested in participating in the `Swimmers-Build Charity'?"
Putting on the Rockbottom shirt, it was a little baggy, something Mathieu promised he could fix when they passed by the shirt hut', slang for the area in which the dryers' were located.
Fixing his belt, after stuffing the shirt in around his waistline, Diego asks, "Swimmers-Build Charity? How does that go?"
"Once the ads go up, college boys flock in numbers to participate, plus a few of Rockbottom's `stealth' males," Mathieu laughs. "People bet $1 on contestant of their choice. The contestant with the most dollars wins!"
"I get the picture, but how would this involve Alex?"
"I figure," Mathieu conjures up as he thinks it, "you're `Alex', knowing several dignitaries of the fashion world, could only give a boost to betting. The more dollars which fall into the anty, the more Rockbottom benefits!"
They both were fully dressed, except Mathieu's jacket. All the sweet part of gay sex had worn down. There was really no reason for the two hang around.
Then, Mathieu's beeper goes off and without even answering, he steals his jacket from the hook and hightails it out of there with a quick, "I'll catch up with you later!" Then, 2 seconds later sticks his head in the door, "Talk to your Alex," said like Diego `owned' him!
"I'll do that, as soon as..."
However Mathieu was out of sight before Diego could finish, thoughts about Alex not back at Shiffers Landing, but in Australia! Coming out of the mens room, he closed the door, like he had to be silent about it. Something of a habit with doors and Diego. He wasn't sure which way to go, but making the about face, he ran face to face into a guy, not watching where he was going.
"Oh!" the stranger says to Diego.
Dr. Bill still enroute to his shared lecture on the `substrate determinants and developmental rate of shell asymmetry in East coast crustaceans', sharing the podium with Dr. Samuel Halston, he was editing his notes on his laptop, when the head on collision occurs, "I'm so sorry. Are you okay?"
"Fine," Diego replies, "except maybe a little chaffed under the chin from your laptop?"
If Diego only knew. It wasn't any accidental meetup. Dr. Bill had seen Diego make his exit. Dr. Bill was a scientist, a man who often could assess the distance of the ocean floor by little squares on a sonar readout. The hallway wasn't much different and his plan worked out perfect, Diego turning around. Only part which was not in his plan is anybody getting hurt. This is why Dr. Bill felt obligated' to check out Diego's wound', "I better take a look at that!"
What could Diego do, the laptop placed in his hands and very much like in his doctor's office, he let the professional take charge. Except, as, what his gold-tone tag read, "Dr. William Townes?"
"That's me!" Dr. Bill replies, stifling in his examination of the underside of Diego's chin.
The two stood there, eye-to-eyes, locked in a hold, as if they were looking for some mental communication.
It didn't come, the feeling that was `supposed' to happen, fading, so Dr. Bill drops his hand, asking, "I see you are not wearing a tag?" he shifts his gaze over Diego's heart-center.
"Uh, no," Diego, force of habit, pushes his brown frames up on the bridge of his nose, perhaps to buy him a few seconds of thinking, "I'm a guest of Dr. Tetreau."
If only he could read Dr. Bill's mind, what a tale would be told, the staff scientist, all macho man, having designs on this four-eyed', nerdy-type'! Seeing he wasn't getting anywhere, he confiscates his laptop out of Diego's grip, "Thanks," passes by, without conflict this time, "see you around, okay?"
"Uh, sure," Diego replies, with unintentional gaze at the khaki chinos.
Whether Dr. Bill thought one way or the other if Diego were checking him out from the rear, walking away, the 32 year old marine biologist had his picture in his mind of how a scenario could play out. Stripped down to nothingness, he had them both in a dark bedroom, lit only by small votive candles. Almost a sinister atmosphere, Dr. Bill was lying on his back, roped around the wrists, in bondage he could not get out of if he wanted to. However, he did not want to sever his wrists from the ropes, watching his adversary, four-eyes', approach, decked out in some leather getup worthy of Spencer Reed' attire.
A few feet up the hallway he had to duck out and into the executive men's lounge. Leaving his laptop on the sink, Dr. Bill, with haste, unbuckles, unbuttons and unzips. It wasn't the `time'. He still had a half hour before his lecture with Dr. Halston and his assistant, the hottie, Ramon Sabogal, but the haste was driven from his loins and the vivid imagination, whipping up a fictitious story faster than a tornado.
"Mm-m-m-m-m-m," he pressed both lips together, stroking fast and furious, his mind trained on his made up story.
So hot was it, tied to the top of the bed, his legs freed for a reason. In walks not only his mystery man, whom he just met in the hallway and left, without a name and man' he has conjured up for his own benefit many a time, Spencer Reed'.
"Oh!" he exclaims, feeling `Master Spencer's' flogger fall on his chest, then stomach, then across his pubes.
Next `Master Four-eyes' comes into play, kneeling on the bed and like he's there in real life, "Oh my god!" Dr. Bill exclaims, as his legs are lifted in the air, a hard shaft as big as a boa constrictor moving towards his ass!
Not out of the picture yet, `Master Spencer' says, "And when he gets in your back door, boy, I'm comin' in right behind him!"
It was all too real, like the executive men's lounge were his bedroom dungeon, one master using his flogger liberally, the other...
"Oh shit!" he stops suddenly, the juice ready to fly.
With the sound of the key in the door, he knows at least it's someone who is authorized to use the lounge and `executive.' Being at Rockbottom almost since the marine aquarium opened its doors, he knew everybody and, except for a handful, they all knew he was gay...
"Dr. Bill? Are we having fun?"
It would not be the first, second or third time Mathieu and he had met up in the men's lounge, sometimes on purpose, or by accident, as their fate has brought them together now.
Maybe in his dream world Dr. Bill sucked up to his two masters, but now, on the verge of his lava flow ready to erupt, he deals out the order, "I'm almost ready to come. If you hurry, we can kill two birds with one stone!"
He was on it before Dr. Bill even thought about it, because Mathieu had already reacted, taking off his jacket, hanging it on the hook at the back of the door.
"Why are you still in your clothes?"
Of course, with only 15 minutes before he had to be at the Wentworth Island Marine Center, only accessible via a walking bridge, Dr. Bill strips off his shirt, he replies, "I suppose I'll have to run all the way!"
Mathieu was a little faster. Taking both of Dr. Bill's beefy, hairy pecs in his hands, he roughly kneads them.
"Oh fuckin' yeah! Work me baby!"
He worked them alright, roughly mashing and twisting the left nip, Mathieu working over Dr. Bill's other nip with his mouth. If time had permitted, Mathieu would have done both nips, teething them till they were raw. However, he knew Dr. Bill had a lecture to get to and also, his inactive hand falling to Dr. Bill's pubes, telling him he would not be lasting too long!
As it has gone before, Mathieu becoming the submissive part of the equation, falls with his knees to the tile, a tongue cutting down the hairy stomach, a quick dip in the bellyhole, then skating down the treasure trail, to the `treasure'.
60/40 or tweaking the numbers up or down, either way, Dr. Bill could bottom or top. Right now, with not much need for provoking him, he latches his hands behind his head and he assumes the position of Spencer Reed', whereas Mathieu Tetreau has morphed into the character of Paul Wagner' and gyrating his hips, backwards, gunning them forwards, in succession, over and over, treating his recipients mouth as if Wagner's ass, finally delivers his sweet load.
Although no one has ever said nor pinned a label on Mathieu, he could very well have been called a `cum-dump'. Dr. Bill wasn't the only staff member he could coerce into receiving his daily dose of protein. It is probably how the 29 year old marina director got so good at sucking cock. On the average a day would not go by without a drink of hot honey, except if he was not at Rockbottom. Then again, it was a good reason to be at work every day!
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Figuring there wasn't anything else for him to do, Diego decided he would go home and work on his drawings. Except, he wanted to be wearing his own clothing. Hearing it mentioned they could probably be found at `laundry and housekeeping', he set upon asking for directions. He smiled, coming upon a familiar face, "Jake!" he calls out.
With his back towards Diego, when he turns around, his official, serious look melts, "He-e-e-e-ey! What's up?"
He couldn't help it, the two walking in each others direction, Diego spotting the V-neck of Jake's shirt, all that glorious, wiry, black hair.
"Good to see you again, my friend," Jake Fadi says in his broken English, a twinge of Arabic inflection, "I have meant to ask you."
"What?" Diego replies, surprised, because it was like he was over excited to see Jake, like he was a long, lost friend he hadn't seen in ages!
"I never get your name!" Though, he did find out already!
It was sweet, the 35 year old security man already latched onto his hand!
"Diego..."
About to tell his whole name, Jake cuts in, "Sebastiani. I know."
"Checking me out, Jake?"
Joking, Jake says, "It is my job!"
That smile was a killer, according to Diego, the white teeth, all lined up perfectly, the black beard, neatly trimmed, running from his ears in coiffed stripes, around the Dubai man's mouth, a stripe up his chin.
Diego is taken down a peg, again glancing to Jake's chest, "You like hairy men, do you?"
Shrugging his shoulders, Diego did convey he was a little embarrassed.
"Jake tell you. Anything you want of me? All of me. It is yours!"
It's not the impression at all Diego had gotten of Jake Fadi. He was 6'1". Jake had to have 2 or 3 inches on him, where height was concerned. Broad-shouldered, it was obvious there couldn't possibly be any flab under that uniform. Macho, in the beginning Diego thought Jake, if gay, couldn't be anything but a `top'. What Jake was telling him now, ran contrary to his beliefs, but went with it, testing, "Even your ass, Jake?" he laughs.
His reply was not at all in a joking, but rather serious "Oh-h, if that could be. If it could be possible you and me, we date and we get to know each other, then maybe it happen." Not finished, "And if this happen, you can maybe get to touch my hairy chest?"
"How did you..." Diego was whacked out of his gourd, "know?"
Putting his arm around Diego's back, in an escorting manner, Jake leaves one conversation, diving into the next, "Come, we can go see what your son is doing."
Stopping briefly, Diego says, "Do I need an ID or something?"
"You have problem?"
"Not really a problem. This guy stopped me in the hallway..."
"Who stop you?" Jake asks with attitude, like he was part of the interrogation division of the Iranian Royal Guard.
"A `Dr. Bill'?" Diego remembers the name, wearing a tag.
Jake laughs, saying in a more relaxed tone, "Oh yes, our Dr. Bill, who is more than good friend with our director!"
"Oh? How's that go?"
Jake took the long way around the park, half guided tour, but mostly to fill Diego in on the goings on around the park, what could be termed, `the dirt!'
To start, Jake give an in depth description of Rockbottom's director and its most illustrious scientist on staff. Backing up his monologue of history, was his elaborate setup of security cams, which, when Jake got to this part of his story, they just `happened' to be at the door to the surveillance office.
"Hey, Jake," the most `ginger-looking' dude Diego has ever seen, carrot-red hair, cheeks and chin graced by reddish hair, stache, goatee, the works, hit them head-on.
Indirectly, Jake replies, "This is Patrick Ferry, the man behind biometrics security here at Rockbottom. Patrick, this is father of one of our wards, Desi Sebastiani."
Turning around in his swivel chair, Patrick sits there, relaxed, comfy and in a subdued repose. Not many visitors were allowed in the innards of the security sector. Either a person were from the board of directors, which was usually an in and out sweep or by Jake's discretion, someone, male in particular, who shared the same lifestyle.
Since Jake was acting out of his rigid, professional character, it sent Patrick a message, which prompted him to ask, "Tell me, Desi..."
"No-o-o-o," Jake corrects him, "Desi is his son. This is Diego!"
Diego laughs his ass off when this `leprechaun' of a man challenges the big physique of Jake Fadi, "Why-the-fuck didn't you say so?"
It was hilarious to Diego, because when Patrick stood up, the way he measured in stature, he had to look up all of about five inches to talk to his superior. Equally funny, Jake relaxes his answer and bows to Patrick's whim, "Oh... well, the way I said it..."
Then this set things straight... or rather `gay'.
"Damn you are beautiful when you're angry!"
Like a soap opera drama, Diego gets it, like Jake, himself, Mathieu and Dr. Bill, Patrick falls within the `gay clan', himself being on the outside circle.
Patrick hadn't a clear cut peace of mind Diego was gay, but he had ways of finding out. Ignoring Diego for a second, he says to Jake, "You're lucky I don't make you drop your pants and do you right now!" Then, pretending to catch himself, "Oh. Sorry there Diego. I didn't mean to be graphic."
There was silence as Patrick went back and sat down.
Frankly, Jake didn't know what to say.
Diego, he could have totally ignored it, but... what fun would that be, saying, "Now, that's something I wouldn't mind seeing!" He chuckles.
There! Patrick got his answer, replying to Diego, "Oh really?"
It's then Jake puts his foot down, "Now wait a minute. You know I don't bend that way," meaning `bottom' position.
It doesn't phase Patrick one bit. In a demanding tone, he gets up and again confronts to sasquatch' of a man, "Oh really? And what would you do Jake if I installed a biometric chip on your belt buckle, only responsive to my' thumb print?" Patrick holds up his thumb.
There was something private going on here, Diego determines. Rather than dig, which he was sure could provide an entertaining drama, he asks, "Um, Jake, weren't we on our way to check out what Desi is up to?"
Leaving, Patrick again reclines in his chair, biding Diego goodbye and saying, "And Jake?"
Jake stutters his step half in and half out the door.
"To be continued!"
Diego couldn't see Jake's reaction, but walking along does have an inquiring mind, wanting to know, "Sounds like you and Patrick have a good working relationship!"
Of the hundreds of people Jake has toured through the grounds of Rockbottom, none has he been more comfortable with than Diego. He didn't even think twice to make known some of his personal information, "Patrick would like to make people think I am `easy'..."
"Hey," Diego jumps in, "you don't have to feel you have to explain anything to me. If you and Patrick have something going, it's none of my business."
"No, no, we don't. I am not like some about here. I keep business and pleasure, two things... separate?"
He got his words mixed up a little, but same meaning, Diego responding to Jake's heartfelt words, this time, his hand on the security director's shoulder, "Like I said, It's none of my business, Jake. However, if it were and if at all I were interested in having someone like you, well, I'd be happy to hear you're not one to sleep with every Tom, Dick and Harry!"
The word interested' stoked Jake's mind, treading lightly, "Were you interested', but changed your mind?" Then rushing it, "Or never really interested, but just saying?" Hoping!
Dropping his hand from Jake's shoulder, after realizing he lingered too long, Diego hesitates, but then thinks, `why not?' "You wouldn't happen to like miniature golf?"
On a sad note, Jake replies, "I don't know how to play golf." Then, quickly thinking what he said might come to mean `he' wasn't interested, "But if I have good teacher, I can learn!"
"Well there it is then," Diego says with finality. "We'll have to set a date!"
"Tonight? I..."
"Oh, I forgot," Diego remembers one little detail, "if you don't mind, Desi can come along with us, or I can arrange for a sitter?"
"I am very bad at golf. I will need two teachers!"
Diego sat on his thoughts for a second, then conveyed them, "How lucky will the guy be who steals `your' heart!"
He wasn't saying, but Jake thinking upon it, the possibility. Then again, `Na-a-ah! What would a young guy like this want with an old man like me!'
Knowing Jake was thinking something', sure, Diego would have to have known, but then thought of the young golf pro' who was going to help two adults wind their way around the course, "Do you have a clue to where Desi might be at this time of day?"
Staring his watch in the face, Jake replies, "Oh sure. Eleven o'clock, they'd be at the water show."
Hurrying, heading away from the security suite of offices, Jake jogs, but made sure Diego was at his side. Partially, Diego's mind was honed in on what Desi was up to, however he could not ignore conversation with Jake and when they finally reached the noisy crowd outside the water arena, Diego had made the decision, `not such a far-fetched idea.' He had time to think now, Jake seeing the need to leave him and help out with crowd control.
Most likely, with light media coverage of the new baby dolphin, the early summer crowd was a bit above normal. Not having anything to compare it with, Diego's thoughts were not on the crowd, but the tall security man wading through it. About Jake's decision, having Desi along with them, versus hiring someone to watch over his son, while they... It made Diego think.
What would be running through Jake's mind, if Desi was not along with them. Then Diego turns the question in his mind on himself. Of course, he and Jake would be off to somewhere seclusive, out of their clothes and finding out how compatible they were. Then again, Diego wipes such thoughts from his mind and with a clean slate, goes about his business of finding Caleb and the kids.
Wandering away from the mass of people, Diego headed over to a chain link fence, where a few had congregated. It was not a close up view, but enough for the 27 year old to see what was happening on a platform near the empty bleachers. His first reaction was, "Oh my god!"
Misinterpreting Diego's reaction to a guy and 2 kids, standing on a platform, all 3 in swim suits, a woman stood next to him, responding unintentionally, "I'll say!"
Snagging himself in a thought he probably should not be thinking, Diego refocused, wiping Caleb's lithe bod from his mind and retraining his thoughts on Diego, Cedric by his side.
"Come on!"
He didn't even see Jake `sneak up' behind him, but felt the pull on his arm, saying, "Where are we going?"
An official on the other side of a gate, when they reached the end of the fence, let him and Jake pass through.
Jake quickly introduced, while in transit, "Beck, this is Diego."
"Hi!" Diego waved with his hand which was not Jake's prisoner at the moment!
What Diego would learn later on, Beck' was short for Rebecca', but Rebecca' was once Brett', a former male' security guard at Rockbottom. Those who knew, didn't care. Others who didn't know would probably never guess, because Beck' was such a lovely person to know. Except when she got mad. Then you didn't really want to know her!
When Diego got near the platform where the trio stood, it was such a temptation to give all his attention to the dirty-blond 20 year old, with Desi and Cedric helping to draw attention to the dolphins so they would hop up out of the water.
"Here. You stand here. As long as you like. But you do not call attention to the children. You let them come to you."
And that was it, Jake hurrying away. He stood there by himself, with such a want to call out Desi's name or at least wave to him, but remembered Jake's warning. He figured out all on his own it might distract more than the kids!
Then suddenly, where he was alone, personnel started filtering in.
Very protective of private places about Rockbottom, the first to enter through the gate, even though security monitored, asks, "Are you permitted to be here?"
Figuring it was okay to say so, Diego replies, "I'm a friend of Dr. Tetreau's," whereas reciting Jake Fadi's name probably would have gotten him clearance.
Setting his gear down, two monstrous tool chests, the dude asks, "Scientist?" He unlocks one of the tool boxes.
"No. Designer."
From squatting down to standing erect, he asks with exclamation, "Oh! Dr. Tetreau told us to be on the alert," he wipes his hand off front and back, "I'm Samuel Halston, Hatchery Manager here at Rockbottom. It's very nice to make your acquaintance Mr. Stallworth!"
Whomever this dude was, Diego figured he had some inside information on this Stallworth fellow, holding his hand, all smiles and staring into his eyes. Not feeling any connection, Diego corrects him, "Sorry. Not Stallworth. The name's Sebastiani!"
Immediately they became unlinked, like the other guy suddenly got a negative electrical charge, replying, "Oh, I'm so sorry for the misunderstanding!"
Rather than dwell on anything else, Diego clues him in, "I'm here to watch my son," he points towards the platform.
Going about his business, taking out gadgets and whatnot, Dr. Halston says, "My mistake. I thought maybe you could have been the designer of the dolphin arena and tidal pool."
"No," Diego tears himself away from watching Desi for a moment. There's only a handful of guys in the world who knew of Diego's fetishes. One, was looking down a guy's shirt from above, whenever the opportunity presented itself, or vice versa, up a guy's shorts when on a ladder or other scenario which gave a clear view to either a brief-less crotch. Even tightey-whities or bikini briefs could give him a jolt. Such was the present case, Halston squatting down. Though, the only thing Diego could get out of the open neck shirt was smooth skin!
Looking up, which Diego figured Halston didn' t have a clue he was being checked out, asks, "Would you mind holding this please?"
Diego didn't really have a choice. If he didn't grab the handful of test tubes, they would have wound up on the pavement!
"My assistant is supposed to be here, but whether he's late or not coming..."
As he says it, a Hispanic youth enters, "I am so, so, so, so sorry for being late. The place is like a zoo out there!"
He pay more attention to Diego than Samuel, saying, "But I see you found a helper?"
"Ramon, this is Mr. Sebastiani. He's a designer."
Like when Samuel made the discovery, Diego being a designer, Ramon gets all ecstatic, as if an actor winning an Academy Award, grabbing Diego's hand, "Oh I'm so glad to meet you Mr. Stallworth and I `love' your designs of the dolphin arena and tidal pool." Dramatically Ramon lifts both arms, like a worshipper praising God, he praises Diego, "You are such a genius!"
With a break in the praise, Samuel informs him, "Ramon, Mr. he didn't design the arena or pool. This isn't Evan Stallworth."
Slowly, Ramon's praising hands descend, "No?"
"Diego Sebastiani," Diego extends his hand. It's then Diego informs them both, "No. I design advertising slogans for Nouguet briefs."
He didn't think either of them ever heard of Nouguet briefs, but was wrong, Ramon screaming out, with both hands back in the air, "Nouguet?! I got Nouguet's on right now!" Both hands dig for his belt, unbuckling, "I'll show you!"
Samuel, still squatting down calls out, "Um, Ramon, you want to remember where you are?"
"Oh shit!" he looks around, then gets busy buckling up his belt.
"Besides," Samuel finishes his thoughts out, "I doubt Mr. Sebastiani wants to see your briefs clinging to your ass, Ramon?"
Diego was sure there was a `dig' in there, like somebody trying to draw out information. Normally he was private, didn't exploit himself when it came to his sexuality, but something made him want to say, "I don't know," he toyed with the idea, "might be good research to take back to Alex."
"Alex?" both guys ask at once.
"Alex Nouguet?" Diego fills them in.
Once again Ramon, who's eyes look like they are ready to pop out of their sockets, says excitedly, "Awesome! You know Alex Nouguet? The `man' himself?!"
Nonchalantly Diego throws back at him, "He's my next door neighbor."
"Ya hear that, Samuel?" Ramon tags the doctor on the shoulder.
Losing balance, Samuel drops a container in order to brace himself from falling over onto his ass, screaming, "Ramon you idiot!"
Things don't happen without a reason, Diego watching the drama.
"Oh! I'm so sorry, hon!"
`Hon?' Even though Samuel looks maybe three-quarters older than Ramon's age, they have something going?
Looking up, taking Ramon's hand, Samuel looks over the Latino's shoulder, staring right at Diego. To him, it looks like Diego is searching for an explanation, because he picked up on Ramon's `slip of the tongue' as well.
Samuel, dusting himself off, even though he wasn't dusty, says, "Uh, Ramon and me. We live together."
His jaw dropping down, Ramon directs to his roomie, "Samuel! You said..."
Samuel cuts him off, "He already knows!"
"You do?" Ramon asks Diego. "You know? How do you know?"
Rather than Diego responding, Samuel replies, "You more or less told him, you bumbling idiot!"
"I did? Oops!" Ramon covered his mouth.
It was like a comedy skit and Diego was enjoying it, as well as taking in all the information offered. Now that their relationship was out in the open, he poles, "So, how do you think Ramon looks in his Nouguet briefs?"
Ramon replies, a bit of seriousness entwined, "When we get home they are not on long enough for Samuel to think about it!"
Samuel could have followed up with his own tirade. Sure, when they got home, before even starting dinner, they would both strip down, Ramon tackling Samuel's `steak,' Samuel doing some sausage stuffing, but they had work to do.
Yet, Samuel did agree on one last comment by Ramon, "Hey, anytime you want to, you join us Diego, okay?"
"Thanks," Diego replies.
A good break in the action, Diego finally hears, "Hey, dad!"
Turning around, Diego gets it, some dolphin doing him dirty, a wave of water hitting him broadside, right in the face!
"Not again!" he says, turning back away from the pool.
"Better you than us!" Samuel replies.
Ramon offers, "You want, I could help you out of your wet clothes?"
In a derogatory, but joking manner, Samuel says, "Yeah and then he'll weasel his way to his knees. But then again I shouldn't be selfish."
"Selfish?" Diego asks, knowing there would be a follow up line.
"Ramon is such a damn good cocksucker!"
As if promoting himself and his talents, Ramon says, "And ass-licker!"
"I'll keep that in mind," Diego replies, hand planing the water off his shirt.
"Hey, you Diego?"
Ramon and Samuel look up, Ramon saying, "Hey, Chuck, how's it going?"
Chuck, 6'2" tall, standing there in his security uniform, responds, "Hey."
He could have lingered there all morning, but it was almost gone, "I'm Diego."
"As `big mouth' already informed you, I'm Chuck. Jake wants me to escort you to the arena. Got an upfront seat for you, but," he scans Diego's bod, "looks like we might have to detour to the uniform hut."
"Nah," Diego passes it up, "it's sunny and warm. I'll dry out in a jiffy."
"You're the man," Chuck responds.
As they leave, Diego gets an ear full, Ramon calling out, "Party, our place tonight, Chuck!"
Figuring Diego already knows Samuel and Ramon, asks, "Ever been to one of their parties?"
"Just met them today."
"Oh."
Of course Diego was curious and with insight, "I know you're busting to tell me how it goes?"
After a light chuckle, Chuck replies, "Yeah. It can get pretty wild. I know to you, I look like some tall, tough guy... But get a couple of beers in me and... Well let's just say Samuel looks really hot in a pair of chaps and harness over his chest. Damn, makes me want to get on my knees without asking!"
It's not like Diego didn't have a picture in mind, of what Chuck talked about. He wasn't sure about even going, after his college roommate asked him to go to a party his father was throwing, an atmosphere similar to a dungeon, all decked out in items which made up the decor, plus leather men suited up.
What did surprise Diego, because like Chuck had said, he was tall and commanded himself in a tough manner. Who would've thought anything could drive this macho man to his knees!
They put their talk away, when Diego sees Jake, down at the translucent rim of the pool, beckoning him in his direction.
All he got from Chuck was, "I'll be seeing you around!"
Diego sensed deeper meaning, but jogged down the sloped aisle, passing the masses of people, with more eye on what was happening in the pool.
"Here. I have you first class seat!" Jake says.
First class, second class, any class, all were composed of cement blocks holding up rubbery-plastic planks, individualized by carvings out of a person's rump.
However, right before Jake takes off, he introduces to Diego by way of, "I'm leaving my friend Diego in your hands, Niall!"
`Not a bad trade off!' Diego thought whimsically, peering at the reddish-brown haired guy, assessing 4 or 5 years younger.
Whisking himself away, Niall turns a hand of welcome on Diego, "Dr. Niall Aillig, and anything you want to know about what's going on today, I'm your man for the asking!"
"Doctor?" was Diego's first observation. "Are you old enough to be a doctor?"
It wasn't the first, wouldn't be the last time Niall got the remark regarding his position, versus his age and looks, "I know. I get is all the time." Running through his credentials, "They told me I was smart early on in high school. During my senior year of high school I was pulling freshman biology, earth science, geography and environmental science with the marine science program at Boston University. Getting a jump on it, I achieved my BA in Maritime Science, then headed out to the west coast, traveled to Antartica, then after receiving my master's in environmental studies, wound up in Raritan Bay, down the road from here and here I am at Rockbottom, staff scientist of the stock enhancement program. How about you?"
Niall didn't take long enough for Diego to fully give him the once-over with his eyes, but enough, soaking up the sights, reddish brown hair, scruffy around the chin, incredibly good looks for starters!
"Me? Believe me," Diego responds, "not as illustrious list of prestigious educational achievements..." after a short pause, "I had started out at AAU, but..."
"AAU?" Niall leans back, the 24 year old placing both hands on the sides of his bod, which made his thumb dangerously close to Diego's ass, for which he apologizes, "Sorry `bout that."
Being loose with his words, Diego replies, "If you meant it, I'm not!"
It could have gone either way, Diego being a bit liberal with his words. Niall could have gotten up in a huff and changed his seat, but instead, "Hm-m, now there's something Jake didn't mention about you!"
"Jake?" Diego was surprised he said anything at all, "What did that," it slips out, "bear say about me?"
"Bear," Niall echoes, "I'll have to remember that. Regardless, he mentioned you were very good looking, check!" First thing Niall was checking out about Diego, passed on to him via Jake Fadi, "Good sense of humor and.... friends with Alex Nouguet?"
Diego rolls his eyes, asking, "What about Alex?"
"Nothing," Niall swatted away his reasoning on the wings of a flea, "except! I love how he made room for that `little except something' upfront, if you know what I mean?"
Himself in on the action, Diego says, "Yeah, exactly what I'm working on right now, to come up with some clever little sayings to help promote the advertising."
Smiling, Niall nonchalantly gropes himself, saying, "Well if you're ever needing of a model, I'd be happy to volunteer myself?"
He didn't say yes', neither utter a no', but left it as, "Hmm," then drew his attention back to Desi, after hearing some kid yell, "Oh cool!" He thought it was Desi, but his son was up on the platform. He turned his head in just enough time to see a college-aged guy standing with the rest of the crowd, right behind Niall. Instead of his attention on the dolphins doing all kinds of crazy stuff, the dude says to him, "Cool, huh?"
Niall turns his head, right after Diego, and says, "Oh hi Zig!"
"Niall!" `Zig' returns, bending over and giving Niall a kiss on the lips.
As for Diego, dividing his time between the platform and the act of kissing, well he now knew something additional about Niall and new about the college dude, whom Diego thought very cute, not to mention blond and blue-eyed!
"Diego, this is my good friend, David Ziggles."
David speaks up, "But my close friends call me Zig."
"Nice to meet you, David," Diego replies, stretching his arm up a row.
"Oh no. You can call me `Zig'. A friend of Niall's is a friend of mine!"
And while their hands were engaged, Zig renders, "Wow, Diego! Anybody ever tell you you have the most beautiful brown eyes?"
"Yes, actually. My mom when I was born and my son."
"Oh," their handshake suddenly melted, "you're married," the top fell out of Zig's voice, falling right into the basement.
"Divorced... Gay... Single... Need anything further?"
Zig replies, "You mean like, in Single? Gay? Available?"
Good thing Niall nudged Diego's elbow, just in time to watch Caleb grab Desi around the middle and lift him up. In Desi's hand was a fish or some other aquatic food and in sync with the dolphin hopping out of the water, the fish winds up in the dolphin's mouth, thankfully without Desi attached.
Fanning himself, Diego says, "Whew! Glad he didn't take Desi with him!"
"Wouldn't have happened."
Apparently Niall was used to it, but not so with Diego, somebody leaning in on his shoulder, Zig's head corralled between the two, "Not so."
"Oh?" Diego gives Zig his attention, their faces almost kissing distance apart, "Like, how would that go?"
"Dolphin's are very intelligent creatures. They would know if something heavier than the fish fell into the water. Besides, they aren't into `human' fast food. More likely, they would have aided Caleb in retrieving Desi from the water, if he went in."
"Is that right?"
Right in the middle of this intelligent conversation, Niall interjects, "By the way Zig, Diego here is a good friend of Alex Nouguet!"
"No foolin'? Really?" Zig gets excited. "Like, almost my whole brief collection is are Brieflines!" He goes on to count off his fingers, "I got like 3 of the cock-booties and..."
Niall butts in, "Zig!"
"What?"
"Diego came here to watch his son and the dolphin show?"
Feeling a little sorry for Zig, his attitude taking a nose dive, he jokes, "Maybe I can come over and take a look at your brief museum sometime," he laughs.
"Big mistake, Diego," Niall replies.
"Oh cool!" Zig says. "And if you want to you can bring Alex with you!"
"He's in Australia."
Pulling hard on Diego's shoulder, Zig badgers, "When he gets back!"
"Zig, will you chill and let Diego enjoy the show?"
"I'm going to get some popcorn. Want some?"
Both Diego and Niall bowed out on the popcorn, Niall leaning in towards Diego, warning, "Don't believe for one minute Zig is going to forget you said you wanted to see his brief collection."
Surprising Niall, Diego says, "Who said I didn't want to!"
Niall sits up, wrinkles his face, says, "What?"
"Yeah and might just bring Alex with me!"
Niall laughs out loud, says, "Like oh.. my.. god! This would be something Zig wouldn't live down for the rest of his life!"
Of course, Diego made Niall promise not to `tell', just in case he couldn't get Alex to come, but surely he would follow through.
It did occur to Niall, `Why?' He didn't pursue.
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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.