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SuMMeR SoLSTiCe 06 WriTten by T. Chase McPhee
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Diego had seen it happen, but never imagined it happening to himself, somebody jumping up behind him in a fit of excitement, followed by an umbrella of popcorn raining down over him!
"Oops! Sorry!"
Standing up, turning around, Diego wasn't too happy, but could not ignore the cute `oopsy' look on Zig's face, a hand placed over his mouth, like he cursed out loud.
All Niall had to say is, "Zig, you klutz!"
The seat next to him, behind Diego, was empty, so it's where Zig had made a fortress for the 7 or so items he purchased at the snack hut. So, it wasn't anything to sweep in front of them, come out into the aisle and noticing Diego looking down his shirt, "No problem! I got it!"
Grabbing Diego's shirt at the `stomach' and back, he pulls up on it. All the popcorn which had gone down Diego's shirt, came tumbling out.
Niall took the opportunity to go shopping for eyecandy, "Nice happy trail!"
It gave reason for Diego to smirk, "The mall's closed for shopping!" As quick as Zig lifted the shirt, Diego irons is downwards.
"Sorry," Niall replies, "just one of those spontaneous things."
Standing there, Zig asks, "Did we get all the popcorn out?"
Both guys were nice, Diego figuring he couldn't really get mad at either of them, responding, "I dunno. A couple of pieces might have fallen into my crotch?"
Then he could not help laugh, seeing Niall and Zig look at each other, their eyebrows raised!
All was erased when a wave of water broke over the front of the glassed in arena. Because they weren't paying attention, the dolphin creeping along the side at super speed, even the crowd around them was not enough warning.
"Not again!" Diego shouted, water cascading over him, lashing him right in the back.
Apparently, Zig had saw it coming and at the last minute used Diego as his shield, saying, "Thanks, man!"
Neither had Niall escaped the tsunami, hopping over the bench and grabbing Zig like they were in a passionate embrace, "That's what you think!"
Losing track of the show, Diego was disoriented upon hearing his name called out, "Dad, how did you like me?!"
He looked over his shoulder, to the platform, seeing it vacated, but then Desi coming down the slanted aisle, Caleb with him.
It didn't escape his ears, Niall and Zig's cool conversation, Niall saying, "He's such a fuckin' fox!"
Zig says of Caleb, "I could just swallow him in one gulp!"
Diego laughed in one exhale. He could remember those days, except for him and his buddies, his response always was, `I'd fuck him!' Seeing Caleb, tagging behind Desi, he was excluding the 20 year old!
"Dad, you're all wet," Desi notices.
"Um, yeah. The fish you were feeding didn't think it was enough, so he got even by giving me a soaking!"
Diego didn't know much about Caleb, but found out quick when Niall says, "Sorry about your boyfriend, Caleb."
"Thanks," Caleb replies. Not which he had to issue a response, he is impelled, "Worst part is, now I have to start looking for a new place to live."
Zig offers, "Mi casa y su casa, amigo!"
Niall asks, "Since when did you turn Spanish, Zig?"
Regardless, Caleb turns him down, politely, "Thanks, but I've got a lead." He wasn't too keen on living with a family of 12!
While the trio chatted, Diego had informed Desi that, maybe tonight, Jake Fadi was going to go and play some miniature golf with them.
Rather than receptive of Jake joining them, Desi answers with, "Are you and Jake going to be boyfriends?"
By now, the trio of lads had headed up the gangway towards the exit. One last glance at Caleb, Diego sure loved the sight of that smooth back, glistening in the noon time sun!
"Dad, I'm hungry."
"Really? I thought you had lunch with the dolphins!?"
"Gross dad!"
Getting to the top of the slanted aisle, "Got wet again, I see?"
"Hey Jake," Desi says hello.
"I saw you out there. You are as much the main attraction as the dolphins!"
Desi wasn't sure how to respond, picking the easy way out, "Thanks," but rushing on to, "do you know how to play miniature golf, Jake?"
Joking, Jake says, "Why yes. You see, you pick the little ball up and try dunking it through the hoop, right?"
Turning to his father, Desi shakes his head, "Dad, he has no idea!"
"Looks like we have our work cut out for us, son. What are you doing tonight, Jake?"
"I was figuring I would head over to the miniature golf place and shoot some hoops? Wanna come?"
He waited for Desi's reaction, instead Diego asking, "Where can we get some hot dogs?"
It made Jake smile, but because Desi was present, "Right this way," an arm paving the way ahead.
On their way though, Jake was called away. Spur of the moment, he spots Patrick Ferry, having stepped out of the security dungeon for a bite to eat.
Snagging him, Jake briefly explains, Patrick taking over,"This way," he turns to Desi, "and what's your name?"
"Desi," he replies.
"Oh yes, the aquarian star at Rockbottom," Patrick replies.
"And Cedric too."
"Right," Patrick throws a downer into the conversation, "whenever he wants to show up."
It didn't sound friendly, but Diego wasn't one to pry, so let it go. But yeah, it did stoke his interest.
"What'll you have?" Patrick asks, stepping up to one of the counters.
"Hot dogs. One for me and one for my dad," Desi orders.
While Desi looked around, Patrick peered at his dad's crotch. He knows he saw Patrick do it, but also knew a straight man would not be interested in a man's crotch, so Patrick must be gay too. He was learning fast. However, he wished he knew what Patrick meant by his cheap remark about Cedric, because he thought him a nice kid to hang with.
The guy making up the hot dogs was kind of chubby, what Desi would call it, the rounded stomach, one somebody else would make remark that he should `get to a gym'. Handed to them, he says, "Your hot dogs, Patrick?"
Desi knew they ordered 2, but on the tray were 3 paper plates and 3 hot dogs.
"Great Tony. Put it on my tab, will ya?"
"I sure will!" Tony replies.
Maybe his dad wasn't paying too much attention, but Desi caught the wink out of Tony's eye!
When Patrick and Desi turn around, they find Desi's dad had gone hunting for a table. Anchoring himself to it, he waved both hands, calling them over to the vacant island in the sea of lunchers.
It was funny to Desi, placing the three plates on the table, like Patrick was their waiter, Desi took the seat across from his dad. The plate for himself, Patrick places on the 4-seater table, next to his dad.
Before Patrick could even make a move for the place at the table, Jake hops onto the circular seat, saying, "Thanks, Patrick!"
Before Patrick could even voice an opinion, Desi pipes up, "That's Patrick's hot dog!"
The frank was already in Jake's hands, ready to be sucked down, him stopping, saying, "Oh? Was it?"
Taking it all in good stride, Patrick replies, "No problem. I'm sure Tony has a nice fat, plump weener all ready for me!"
Raising an eyebrow, Jake looks to Diego.
Diego replies to the gesture, "I got it a long time ago, Jake," right about when Tony gave Patrick a wink!
Desi figured something was up, but also, miniature golf was on his mind, but not only playing up against his dad, "Jake, do you really don't know how to play miniature golf?"
"Of course I do," he confesses, Jake adding, "Why, back in the days, I used to be pretty good at it!"
Not knowing much about Jake's personal life, Diego figures this a good lead in, "What days?"
"When I used to play up against my nephew, well, that's before," he looks at Desi, deciding the history too sensitive.
Desi knew there was more to the story, "You got a nephew? How old is he?"
"`Then', he was 9 years old, 3 years ago, so now he has to be around your age. How old are you?" Jake asks.
"11, but soon I'm gonna be 12."
"Oh? What day would that be?" Jake and he carry on conversation.
"I'm going to be 12 on July 20."
"About a month away."
While Jake and Desi carry on their conversation, Diego's eyes wandered about the picnic grounds. Dotting the landscape were a few, as his famous college phase went, do them', until his eyes set on a family bod', Caleb sitting on a wall, salad plateaued on the palm of his hand, picking at it rather than digging in.
"Tell me, Mr.-know-it-all, what's with Caleb?"
Agreeing with his dad to some extent, Desi says, "I wondered myself. I mean, it's the first day I know him, but he is acts strangely?" Because he's already `heard', "I think he broke up with his boyfriend."
Of course it was Jake's job to know and although he's gotten story by coincidental meeting, standing next to Caleb while they both relieved themselves in the men's lounge, tells all, "Caleb is in a bind. Like Desi says, he's broken up with his boyfriend. The boyfriend rented the townhouse they live in... or maybe I should say `lived'. Anyway, his boyfriend, former boyfriend, is French and is moving back to France, which unfortunately leaves Caleb without a roof over his head."
Diego asks, "When does he have to be out by?"
"Yesterday?"
"Sticky situation," Diego replies. "So, what are his plans?"
"To find a place to live, which reminds me that, before we head out to play some golf, I offered to stop by Caleb's `former' address and toss his belongings in the back of my truck. I offered up the sofa in my place until he can make some arrangements."
There was an inner message to be found here, Desi saying, "I feel so bad for Caleb. He's been so, so nice to me!"
Diego looks at his son with squinted eyes, detecting something, with interrogating intent, "Which means?"
Speaking as intelligently as an adult, the almost 12 year old says, "Dad, we have 2 rooms we're not using. If we got rid of your junk out of..."
"That's not junk!"
"Dad, that stuff has been there since we moved in and..."
"It's not junk," Diego defends himself, "and it so happens I have too moved it... some of it."
"Must be some place?" Jake says.
Desi outlines the blueprint, "It is. I got my room and dad has his. We got a kitchen, dining room, 2 boy's room and a 1/2, which I think is smaller than a 1/2 and we got a fireplace in case it gets cold. At Christmas time we hang our stockings on the fireplace, but it's real pathetic!"
"Pathetic?" Jake questions, as Diego sits back takes it all in.
"With only 2 stocking hanging on it. I keep telling dad we've can get more stockings to hang there and even it off."
Jake says, "In order to do that, you would need more people living there!" Jake won't mind having his very own Christmas stocking!
"That's what I'm saying," Desi replies.
It startled Diego, "Exactly `what' are you saying, son?"
"That if you got rid of your junk and let Caleb use one of the extra rooms, then we could get another stocking to hang on the fireplace!" Desi thought a brilliant idea.
Jake wasn't too keen on the idea. More he was hoping `his' stocking would be clinging to the mantle ledge!
He asks, "Well what kind of junk do you have hanging around? I wouldn't mind giving you a hand cleaning the room out?"
First impression, Diego coyly asks, "You wouldn't, would you?" Then goes right into the junk inventory, "I have a really fine fishing pole..."
"It's broke, dad."
"Well sure it's broke, but for the amount I paid for it, I'm sure it can be fixed!"
Jake offers, "Maybe I can take a look at it."
"Dad," Desi exhales, totally ignoring Jake.
"What?"
"You said yourself the fishing rod will never be good for fishing again. What are you going to use it for?"
"I told you I'm going to get it fixed, okay?"
Giving up on the pole, Desi moves on, "What about the tent?"
"Tent?" Jake picks up on, after self-swearing he wasn't going to involve himself. "I love camping!"
"Not in this tent," Desi blatantly says.
"Why? What's wrong with the tent?" Jake asks.
As if an adult, owning the conversation, Desi says, "You want me to tell him or do you, dad?"
Giving Desi a wrinkled up, sourpuss face, Diego says, "On our last camping trip, he' had to get up to go to the little boys log cabin', but unfortunately the zipper got stuck and it was either carving a door out of the net or having our air mattresses float in a sea of little boy piss!" He sticks his tongue out at Desi.
"It wasn't my fault!" Desi claims, explaining, "You said the zipper needed oil the day before, but you' happened to forget the oil can?" he returned the tongue' gesture.
"Well! A little cut in the netting. That's easy to fix," Jake says.
"Jake?"
"What?" Jake confronts Desi.
"Will you stop encouraging him or else we'll never be able to clean out the room for Caleb?"
"Now wait a minute," Diego cuts in, "I never said we were going to let Caleb stay with us?"
"I can't believe you, dad!"
"Me?"
Putting some more of his 2 cents in, Jake says, "Did I tell you I got the sofa at a rummage sale? The springs are about shot and..."
"Jake?" Diego questions.
"What?"
Using his son's words, which he got from his father in the first place, Diego asks, "Do you have to encourage him?"
"I don't see the harm," Jake replies, adding something which could sweeten the deal, "besides it's not like Caleb is going to stay there forever. He's already offered to help out with the household while staying with me. I'm sure he would do the same for you!"
Right away, Desi loves the idea, "Oh cool! You mean like the dusting and vacuuming? Can he take out the garbage?"
Diego comes back with, "Desi, Caleb is not going to be our slave!"
Before Desi picks up on it, like Diego has already welcomed Caleb into their household, Jake says, "Oh goody. Then I can drop his stuff off at your place?"
"Dad, c'mon. It would be like having a big brother?" Desi pleads.
Watching Caleb from a distance, it wasn't that he didn't think the 20 year old would not make a good boarder, but drawing off the `salad', "Well at least he doesn't eat much."
"Cool! Is that a yes, dad?"
Diego didn't say.
Sitting at a table right near where Caleb sat on the wall was one of the security guards, Tom Whitman. Jake got on his walkie-talkie and in no time they all watched as Tom yelled over to Caleb. From there, Tom's thumb pointed in the direction, `over there.' In seconds, Caleb picks up his chin and looks in Jake's direction. With his left hand in the air, going round and round, like Jake was Dudamel, conducting the LA Philharmonic, Caleb ditches his plate and utensils, grabs his water bottle and heads in their direction.
Thinking it was bad news, Caleb automatically says, "You can't help me out later?"
"I can still help," Jake claims, "but Diego can help you out more."
Because his back was to him when Caleb came to the table, not to mention a tree trunk in the way, he notices, "Oh hi, Desi!"
Before Diego could get his mouth open, Desi is bestowing the news on Caleb, "Dad's gonna clear all his junk out of one of our rooms so you can come live with us. Isn't that cool?"
It was, in Caleb's estimation, but hearing it from a tween is far different from the paternal source, "For real?" he asks Diego.
"For real."
Before they got to discuss anything, a loudspeaker goes off, an announcement of the next show.
"Gotta go!" it caught Caleb by surprise. He was also sure to say, "Thanks Mr. Sebastiani!"
"What about me?" Desi asks.
Caleb, already on his feet and walking, "C'mon. What are you waiting for?"
"Gotta go dad. Handle this!" Desi says of his tray.
Same with Jake, "Me too. Would you terribly mind handling this?" he pushes his tray into Diego's elbow.
In more ways than one, Diego says, "You owe me!"
Wiggling his eyebrows, Jake replies, "Mm-m-m-m-m-m!"
However, watching the occasional Rockbottom employee rush away, he sad there, condensing three plates into one. He wasn't sure what was going to happen later, but his mind was more on Jake than Caleb.
Ditching the garbage, suddenly he was alone. There were no hot guys tripping over him and no one coming to fetch him to give him the VIP treatment. He figured this would be a good time to make his exit. First though, he had to find that damned `shirt hut', the laundry place, to retrieve his original clothing. The only official he saw on patrol, was the same security Jake used to summon Caleb.
"Excuse me, can you direct me to the `shirt hut'?"
"Take you there myself!" he said in a Boston accent.
While they carried on conversation, Diego was kind of relieved to find a Rockbottom employee who was `not' gay. He learned the 25 year old in fact was attending his own bachelor party a week from this Saturday.
"Yeah, supposedly Patrick is arranging it all. I wish I could say more, but he says it's a secret," Tom replies.
"The best kind of secrets," Diego says, "when you haven't a clue. Not even where it's being held?"
"Nope."
"Then it should be plenty of fun," Diego reckons.
Not having any history on Diego, Tom asks, "What about yourself? Married?"
"Was. Long story."
"I've got a few minutes to spare," Tom replies, holding the door to the shirt hut.
Wilma Smith wasn't there, but in no time Diego had found his clothes, all neatly folded, every corner squared off.
Without hesitation, Tom asks, "Changing?"
"I think I would feel more comfortable in my own clothing."
Find the changing room, Diego goes about his business of stripping out of the Rockbottom-provided clothing. Standing there, naked from head to toe, he searches through everything.
"Looking for something?"
Diego's briefs hang from Tom's fingertip.
"I thought you were straight?" Diego snatches the briefs and bends a little to step into them.
"Most of the time," Tom replies.
"Bisexual?"
"Some of the time!"
All Diego can do is smile as he snaps the band of his briefs around his waste, his pubes showing a little!
"What?" Tom questions his look.
"Nothing. It's just that... I don't know how that bisexual thing works."
Tom replies, "At least you're honest, but to tell you the truth I'm not sure myself!"
"Does she know?"
Tom laughs heartily.
"What'd I say?" Diego questions, pulling his pants up.
"Does she know? She's the one who first brought it up!"
Tom was being a tease, Diego realizing this, but playing along, "And?"
Tail end of his laugh, Tom says, "Y'see, Hilary isn't totally hetero herself!"
Diego, putting the finishing touches on his belt, goes for his shirt, "I don't think I want to know anymore. I'm confused enough as it is!"
Tom replies, "I know the feeling!"
Because his mind was really on someone else, Diego tests, "So, have you and Jake gotten it on?"
"Jake? Jake Fadi? Give me a break! Jake don't mess with any guys, or girls. What I hear through the grapevine, Jake is a virgin!"
"What grapevine?" Diego asks.
"Forget the grapevine. You know what I mean!"
Diego was kind of glad, Tom's walkie-talkie making a white noise sound, him responding and then high tailing it out of there.
`Wow! What a crazy place,' Diego thinks on it!
All assembled, his own wardrobe back on his bod, from a side corridor of the lockerroom, a familiar voice boisterously yells, "He-e-ey! I knew we'd be seeing each other again! How's it going?"
"Um, okay," Diego replies.
Thinking Diego might have forgotten where they met up today, "Chuck Church. Security guard. We met..."
"I remember. While I was helping Dr. Halston."
Unafraid to talk numbers, Chuck says, after removing the towel from around his waist and drying his hefty endowment, "Nice man. Even nicer cock. Man, when Halston stuffs ass, he stuffs ass!"
After Chuck's laughter settles down and because he was curious before, Diego asks, "So, Dr. Halston... his cock is the hit of the party, I take it?"
He was looking for something to go, regarding Halson and Ramon Sabogal's wild parties, Chuck not disappointing him, "Part of what gets everybody hard, but we play games too."
Diego jokes, "What's a party without games?"
Setting one foot up on the bench, Chuck's nuts and bolt swung in the balance, "Hot games, too. Like, have you ever got smacked in the ass with a ping pong paddle?"
Diego gulps, "Can't say I have. What's the purpose?"
Chuck loved it, Diego starting to play his game', provoked into asking. If things swung his way, he would have Diego hard and enjoying his first fuck of the day. Chuck could be persuasive that way with a top' man. It's one of the reasons, when Chuck went to a party, if it wasn't wild enough, he could get things moving, just by provoking guys into doing stuff, by the way he presented things.
Like, one time, when he first met up with Sam Halston, Ramon and their friends, in a half hour's time he had everybody in the room using him.
Built like a tank, guys took to liking to use him too, whether it was his mouth, ass, taunting his nips, cock or balls, somebody stealing a belt out of the loops of another guy's pants and turning it on Chuck's back, he learned what a turn on it could be mixing pleasure and pain.
After explaining some of these things to Diego, weaving some of the sex with stuff like having his back whipped, or being made to sit on a buttplug, the size of a man's leg, Chuck asks, "So, how about it? You in?"
By this time Diego was near the door, his hand on the handle, replies, "Thanks, but no thanks," and he was out of there. On the outside of the door he exhales, "Ping pong paddles and belts? Whew!" From the whole confrontation with Chuck, Diego drew one consolation, the man had a really nice cock and set of balls and a muscle-bod to die for!
"Diego! I have been looking for you!"
Even though it was not too terrible ordeal, Diego couldn't be more happy, "You're a sight for sore eyes!"
Walking slower, Jake steps up to Diego, a smile on his lips, "Not happy with the lockerroom eyecandy?"
It wasn't the case, Diego asking, "I don't know if I should mention this. I hope it doesn't get Chuck into any trouble, but do you know he's into getting hit with a ping pong paddle?"
Chuckling, Jake replies, "Only ping pong paddle?"
"Belt too. Oh, but you know?" Diego calms a bit.
"Yep. That's Chuck, into the chains and little whippy things," Jake flexes his wrist. "Not for me, though."
It was another sigh of relief for Diego, "Whew! That's good."
"Although I do have a little... fetish?"
Drawing off one of his little get togethers in the college dorm, "You like getting tied to a bed and milked?"
Jumping the gun, "No, but when do you want to do it to me?"
"I was only saying... I..."
"And while you have me tied to bed, you can drive me wild and play with my nips?" Jake places both hands on his own pecs.
"Oh wow! You have sensitive nips?"
"I have to confess. I might be a little like Chuck, because I like having clothespins fixed on them?"
"No problem." Then thinking he has just agreed to something kinky and not wanting Jake to think he was deep into kinky stuff, "I mean. What I was going to say before, I have a tendency to like my nips tenderly `taken care of'?"
It hadn't been Jake's thing in the past, on all fours and working over a man with his tongue extended, but because Diego was growing on him, "Sounds yummy!"
"Really? Cool!" Diego responds, because he was under the impression Jake was a top.
"I come looking for you because the kids are done for the day."
Looking at his watch, Diego realizes it was left in his pants pocket. However, his pants had gone through the dryer. "Oh no!" he pulls it out. Then realizes, "Hey, it's still working!"
Only one reason why it still is, Jake says, "That is Wilma. She take it out, dry and put it back in."
"I'll have to thank her sometime."
As they walk down the hall together, Jake tells Diego a couple of things. First, "I hope do not get mad at Desi..."
Stopping dead in his tracks, Diego asks, "What did he do?"
"Nothing bad. It is Cedric. Every afternoon he go to lady's house and his father pick him up later. Desi ask him to go play golf with us. If you be mad at someone, you be mad at me. I tell him it is okay."
"You did, did you? Hmm, looks like I'll have to borrow Chuck's ping pong paddle!"
He didn't think it that funny, just being cute, but it made Jake laugh his ass off, which then gave Diego the chuckles.
When things die down, Jake says, "But remember I have to help Caleb move his things and... did you ever make up your mind about your junk?"
Diego thought a minute. Honest-to-god, he hadn't thought much about it.
Trying to sway his mind, Jake says, "Caleb is a very nice young man. I can tell you and you act surprised later, but Desi likes him very much. Thinks he is `cool!'
"Why not!" Diego throws his hands up in the air, but then gets a brilliant idea, "But for your punishment, instead of a ping pong paddle, you're going to help me clean out the junk!"
"Truthfully? Which is worse?" Jake asks.
Already feeling chummy, Diego swats Jake's ass with his hand and they get a move on it down the hallway!
Meanwhile, the kids are doubling back and connect with the adults in the hallway. For all of a few seconds, Diego had the chance to feast his eyes on Caleb's bod, before the 20 year old lowered a tank top down over his abs!
Diego had it all settled in his mind, taking the boys to his house and rendezvousing with Jake and Caleb later on.
All this changed when Desi asks, "Can we go and help Caleb too?"
Caleb tries helping out, "It won't take long. I don't have that much stuff."
"Why not?!"
Jake picks up on one of Diego's little quirks', throwing his hands up in the air, bringing them down, slapping his thighs and saying, Why not!' Right after, as with before, Diego pushes his glasses up.
Jake had to tie up some loose ends. Whenever he left Rockbottom early, he put Beck in charge.
Diego went along and during the conversation, Beck kept throwing her eyes between Jake and himself, like she knew the pair had something `going on'. Diego picked up on it and in reality he thought it kind of cool!
After their chat with Beck, the two headed for the parking lot. Right away they find out they are parked in two different areas, Jake's red Dodge Ram 4x4 in the employee lot, Diego saying, "`Michael' said to park in Dr. Tetreau's spot."
Standing at the back of his truck and surveying the space fifteen slots down, "Dark green jeep?"
"That's me!" Diego replies.
"You're lucky you didn't get towed."
Unknown to either of them, Dr. Tetreau had peered out his blind and saw' who parked in his space. With cum' on his mind and seeing Diego step out of the vehicle, he knew he was going to let this trespasser slide!
"I wonder what's keeping," Diego says, then repairs his thought, "Oh, here they come!"
Jake saw something wrong with Caleb though, not his usual self, asking, "Problem, Caleb?"
"A little," he was reluctant to mention, looking down upon Desi and Cedric. His silence gave hint it wasn't for the tweens' ears.
Leave it to Desi to say, "Caleb got mad at some guy for talking about his `willy' in front of us."
Not surprised, Jake says, "Chuck?"
Desi had a good upbringing, so Diego thought, kneeling down on one knee and saying, "Well you forget what that man said. Remember what I told you about not saying certain things in front of other people?" When he got up, Diego did think on an alternate thought, his son getting too tall for treating him like a 9 year old!
"I know dad."
Cedric was a quiet kid. He didn't say much. But because Desi's father was lecturing him, he thought it had to be the right thing, so adopted it for himself!
When he stands, Jake addresses Diego, "Tomorrow morning Chuck and I have a talk. You not have to worry about this happening again."
"Okay," simply put by Diego, he figured Jake good for his word.
Jumping into their vehicles, Caleb rode with Jake, Diego taking the boys.
It didn't take but ten minutes to travel up Marine Blvd., then make a right onto Wake St. and they were there.
Desi's first reaction to the homes of the area, "We're in `rich peoples' town!"
Comparing to where they were now, to the beach are they lived in, Diego assesses, "You don't exactly live in pauper's town!"
It was Cedric confirming Desi's notion, "You have to have money to live on Wake St."
"What tha?" they could hear Caleb shout.
Out in front of the house, which sat back on the lot, were all of Caleb's worldly possessions. Good thing he took his laptop to work with him, or else this would have been piled up with the boxes of clothing and really `his' only piece of furniture, a bookcase.
But none of these concrete items bothered him as much as when Desi announces, "Caleb's got a dog!"
Both boys rush out of the jeep and right to where Caleb is working a top off of a bottle of water to let his dog steal a few sips.
"I am going to find out who did this!" Jake vows revenge, leaving a dog tied up outside in the blazing sun.
Diego suddenly had mixed thoughts about Caleb staying with them, but how could he stand by his guns, after the dog starts licking his son's face, making him giggle!
"What's his name?" Desi asks.
"Kriton," Caleb answers, still disturbed over the same fact Jake has brought up. "I don't care that Bob threw my stuff out here on the sidewalk, but my dog?"
Standing, he let the boys play with Kriton. Then, something starts to bother Caleb, "I'm sorry I didn't mention I had a dog." Then, trying to sway opinion, "He's really a very good dog. I walk him every morning and night and I pick up after him. Um..." looking down at Desi and Cedric, "and he's really good with children?"
According to Diego, long before they left Rockbottom, Caleb had already gained his favor, with or without the shirt on. He was trying to convince himself it didn't seem to matter how much the sun shone off Caleb's light covering of golden blond chest hair, or the way it swept down his stomach in a single chain, and so on...
He really wasn't sure about having a dog around.
"Dad, can we keep him?"
On his own he probably could have made an easy decision, but dragging a kid's opinion into the matter... "How about on a trial basis?"
Eye to eye, Diego quickly covers for himself, "Don't you think we should start loading the truck?"
While Desi, Cedric and Caleb tend to Kriton, Jake and Diego form a 2-man, human chain.
They were far enough away from Desi for Diego, as he bends to pick up a box, discretely says, "Don't get any ideas!"
From the flatbed of his truck, Jake leans over the edge, "Hey, even from here I'm not big enough to reach!"
Of course, they were talking about Diego's ass sticking up each time he bent over for a box of Caleb's belongings, Jake being frank he wasn't more than 9 inches long, hardly even a tenth of the distance to reach an ass from over the flatbed wall. Though, it made fun conversation!
Everything fit into Jake's truck. The kids wanted to take Kriton, but Caleb thought it would be safer in the cab of Jake's truck, instead of an open Jeep.
The whole trip back to Sandy Wood Dr., the street Diego lived, all which Desi could talk about is Kriton, like it was `his' dog and not owned by Caleb.
Cedric did comment he wished his dad would let him have a dog and how lucky Desi was, even Kriton did belong to Caleb.
Half the time Diego was listening, some of the time, thinking about catching Caleb walking to the shower, or lying out on the beach.
When they arrive at the beach home on Sandy Wood Drive, park, when the boys become reunited with Kriton, they were more interested in introducing the dog to the house and beach than their new resident and visitor.
"I guess we know where we stand, Jake!" Caleb jokes, slapping Jake in the stomach with the back of his hand.
Turning it into a joke, Diego says, "Did I see that bounce?"
Caleb had taken a box and set on the path the boys had taken into the house.
Jake replies, "Bounce? You mean up here," he taps his stomach twice, "or down here?" he planes his hand over his zipper area.
"Why? Is there something down there worthwhile to bounce?"
Taking a box and stuffing it into Diego's arms, Jake replies, "Play your cards right and maybe you will find out!"
Releasing the box, the bottom falls out. Scrambling to keep the contents from landing on the gravelly drive, they both spot something.
"Oh my, my, my," Jake responds, picking up a clump of DNA magazines, Jake picking each one up, "Markus Ricci, Adrien Kute, Roger Monssores, Steve Kuchinsky..." then his mind drawn to something more real', "say, have you ever... met any of those men who stuff' Nouguet's briefs?" he giggles.
Having a tale to tell, Diego puts on an `evil' grin, saying as he tosses the useless box on top of the garbage bin, squats down to pick up some of the stuff which had fell through the bottom, "I might have."
Taking it as a `yes', Jake Fadi says, "You must tell me then."
Picking up another of the DNA magazines, Diego replies, "Almost as hot as Nathan Kelly here," he teases, flipping through magazine #144.
Stealing it away, Jake says, "Who? What about him?"
"Not him," Diego refers back to Alex's briefs, "but I happen to come across the one and only, top model for Nouguet briefs..."
Getting it out before Diego, Jake exclaims, "Not Micah Leander?!"
Laughing out loud, because Jake is being so cute, "The one and only!"
"I have to know every detail!"
Surrendering, Diego says, "Okay, but let's get the truck cleaned out first. It's like 110 in the shade?"
Secretly, it was not a bother to either one of them, sweating in the heat, breathing in the musk of a ripe man!
Walking in the door, Jake almost dropped his box, well had to make another grab for it, standing there and taking in the view of the living room, asking the obvious, "This is `your' house?"
Watching the bottom of Jake's chin drop, Diego's attention sailed down from the vaulted ceiling, almost following to the tee, the outline of Jake's black beard, "All 40 feet of it!"
"Wow!" He wasn't thinking, only of the massive room, the occasional intersects of railing, outlining upper floors, not of which direction his heart was headed, "I think maybe I pick the wrong boyfriend!"
Diego liked the sound of it, boyfriend'. After setting his box down, he walks over to Jake, not thinking of alpha', nor top', nor bottom', but just a natural reaction, gives Jake's ass a wallop with the palm of his hand, saying, "Well, `boyfriend', if you don't get a move on it we'll never get dinner on table. No dinner, no golf!"
Now Jake wasn't thinking of dinner, nor golf, but what Diego just lay on him, "Boyfriend?"
"You said it first!"
"No-o, you say it just now."
Not allowing Jake the benefit of the doubt, "But you said it before I said it!"
Like asking forgiveness, Jake replies, "I did?"
Smartly, Diego says, "Well yeah, but now that we both have thought about it, maybe we should think more about it?"
Diego heads out the door for another box. Jake stands there, mesmerized, like under the spell of the kiss `four-eyes' just planted on his cheek!
"Good thing I didn't hang around to help you guys," Caleb comes in from the kitchen, which Jake could see from a connecting portal, one which resembled a bar, with stools.
"What mischief they get into?"
"Mischief?" Diego says, a box in his hands, which Caleb goes to relieve him of his box, but Diego interrupts, "No, you take one of the others and follow me or else Jake'll never let go of his box!"
He was expecting another slap in his booty, but Diego's hands were full, so followed the leader.
As they were walking, a three man caravan, Diego asks, "So what kind of mischief were the boys into?"
Caleb talks over Jake's head, "Nothing much. They let Kriton off his leash on the beach and this `really'" spoken ever so slowly, "cute lifeguard happened to make a mad dash for Kriton, because he thought the boys were playing with him and..."
"You skip the rest and tell us about the lifeguard!"
However, Diego skips over Jake's remark, "And did he tell them it was not all right to allow the dog off the leash on the beach?"
Because something else caught Caleb's attention, not to mention the six pack, "I think Koby did mention something to that affect?!"
Diego and Jake question in unison, "Koby?"
They had hiked all the way up the stairs, crossed by one of those wooden railings, visible from below and entered a room. The whole time Caleb talked stats, which built up Koby Rudd into a muscle-god!
Jake, astounded, blurts out, "Like oh-my-god! You can fit my whole apartment in this one room!"
Momentarily, Caleb forgets about the incredibly good looking lifeguard, surveys the room as Jake was doing just now, then asks, "Where do we put my junk?"
"Over here. Don't get it mixed up with my junk. For tonight you'll have to sleep in the extra bed in Desi's room."
Diego could have kicked himself for saying something like that. Wouldn't it have been more accommodating sharing his king-sized bed? Looking upon Jake, he quickly booted that idea from his brain!
"Whew!" Jake says, sitting down on the only thing not occupied by junk, a weight bench. "I am so sweaty!" He wiped his forehead with his hand, then went for the buttons on his shirt, "You don't mind, do you?"
Caleb opens his mouth, "Why don't you just jump in the pool?"
"Pool?" Jake questions.
"Out back," Caleb replies.
"You have the ocean. You need a pool too?"
Led through the kitchen, which the kids had helped themselves to a substantial snack, Oreo's and milk, Jake again was flabbergasted by the deluxe beach home. From the screened in porch he could see the whole beach, the sun starting to sink into the ocean, but looking down, "Oh-my-god!"
Diego says to Caleb, "I think Jake is a little overwhelmed!"
"Hey, he's not the only one and this is coming from an Oklahoma farmboy!" Caleb laughs.
Later on... Much later on, he would fill them in on his history, raised on a small farm in Oklahoma, how twice they rebuilt after tornados swept away half their real estate, then how it all didn't matter to him, having left the town when he was seventeen, when the desires to reveal his true sexuality made it impossible to stay in the Bible-belt town.
"Want to take a look?" Diego asks.
"Of course," Jake replies, unfastening the last button of his shirt.
"Uh, maybe I should check up on the boys," Caleb leaves them to their privacy.
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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.