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SuMMeR SoLSTiCe 08 WriTten by T. Chase McPhee
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Sitting with his back to the kitchen cabinet, Desi was having good conversation with Kriton. Running out of things to say, he assumes, "I bet Caleb misses you right now!"
Caleb missing Kriton? It was probably the last thing on Caleb's mind right now, with taking his second beer from Koby's hand, "Cool! The next round is on me!"
Standing at the bar with a few dozen other patrons, on their second or thirds rounds of thirst-quenchers, they were feeling mighty good. It's the type of thing which happened automatically at Conrad's, a string of night clubs dotting the shore landscape, only, this the only gay one within the community. In the summer time it was open 7 nights a week, packed to the walls with patrons.
Outside the double doors stood one of the security guards, Vince Maselli, the 6'4" bouncer making sure sidewalk traffic flowed efficiently and without incident. A NYC cop, he had taken a bullet in the leg and now resides in the next town over. Six nights of the summer he's outside the doors of Conrad's. After business dies down, at the end of the summer, and the kids are back in school, he's a crossing guard for the Sheffer's Landing school district. He also gets sporadic jobs helping out the security force during football games. How Vince loves locker room duty!
"Dance?" Koby asks just as Caleb is about to chug.
"Sure," Caleb finishes off the last drop.
Walking over to him, all of a foot, but bumping his stomach right up to Caleb, Koby says, "You trying to grow a stache?"
Instead of wiping the residue of beer from Caleb's, Koby presses his lips against them.
"Now, that's something I didn't expect," Caleb giggles.
Thoughts crossing his mind, Koby replies, as his free hand travels up the back of Caleb's tee shirt, causing it to ride up to the bottom of Caleb's shoulder blade, "Still hung up on what's-his-name?"
"Who?"
Koby replies, "Bob?"
Caleb says, "Bob who?"
Testing the waters, Koby tries, "Forget about him already, huh?"
They were inches apart, so the noise of the music, the crowd didn't phase them, Caleb explaining, "I liked Bob a lot, but it's not like I loved him. I think if we were together more it could have happened."
Koby was an intent listener, but also liked the feel of Caleb's smooth back.
"Like Bob would never do anything like this, go out to a gay club. Nah, he was more into wine-tastings and art exhibits."
"I like art exhibits," Koby says.
"Oh," Caleb replies with a sudden jolt, "met too, but not like 3 or 4 times a week. And like, Bob, he's in his 40's. Twenty years makes a difference. He's not into this," Caleb nods towards the dancing, drinking, noisy crowd.
"I like a mix, but not the same thing all the time. One minute I could be madly in love with surfing and the next, attending a concert of classical music."
"Madly in love?' Would that mean if you met Mr. Right', the `surfboard' would come before him?"
Knowing Caleb meant himself, Koby replies, "Nah. Nothing would come before you!"
Sticking his mug-laden hand in between two guys standing at the bar, Koby parks the remnants of his beer, freeing up the use of two hands under Caleb's shirt.
Stunned by Koby's sudden affection, Caleb could not act as quickly. He hugged with both palm and cool mug. A few dribbles of beer soaked down the back of Koby's shirt. It made the two part.
Koby pulled on the left side of his shirt, till the back came around the front, exposing an obvious `water mark'.
"Oops!" Caleb replies.
Saying, "No problem!" Koby reached down, grabs the bottom of his shirt and peels it off overhead, saying, "Your turn!"
This time Koby took the mug out of Caleb's grip and before a minute had passed the two were shirtless and heading for the dance floor.
They hadn't been out there more than 5 minutes, when Caleb accidentally bumps backs with a guy. Turning around to apologize, Caleb discovers, "Dr. Tetreau!"
"Caleb!" Mathieu exclaims and in boisterous reply, "How you doing?"
About to answer, Caleb is cut off, Mathieu totally ignoring him for the guy he was with.
Koby, coming up from behind in surprise attach, forms a loop around Caleb with both arms, "Hey, that's not... `Bob', is it?"
"No," Caleb keeps his attention focused on the Rockbottom director. Never having had seen Mathieu in such array of drinking and dancing, his shirt unbuttoned all the way down, allowing men to fondle inside it, "that's definitely `not' Bob's style!" Turning his head, Koby's chin was sitting right on his shoulder. Putting all differences with Bob aside, he kisses him on the side of the face.
One hand was on Caleb's chest, the other mid-abs, rubbing up and down the fuzzy stripe, Koby returning the affection.
It was sweet, but wasn't about to last, a voice interrupting, "Hey Koby-dude?"
"Niall? You're here," Koby acts surprised, "but I thought..."
"Yeah, I know. Fortunately for me, it got busy, so Adrian called in some extra hands, then it left me with not much to do, so the boss let me off."
Caleb says, "Hey, Niall."
"Caleb, how's it going?"
"You two know each other?" Koby replies, seeing the two freely hug.
"Niall is a scientist at Rockbottom," Caleb informs him.
Sketchy on the details, because he's only known Niall for 3 or 4 weeks, ever since he ate, for the first time, at Tetreau's French-Canadian Cuisine, Koby puts 2 and 2 together, "Oh right, you and Niall are scientists!"
Koby got is somewhat right, Caleb first stating, "Uh, not exactly. I'm an Aquaculture Technician, more what you call a `fish-feeder'..."
"And," Niall picks up the slack, "me, I'm not much farther up the ladder, an intern scientist, which means I get a small stipend in lieu of a `real' paycheck. Reason I'm doing nights and weekends at Tetreau's!"
Niall wasn't elaborating too much on details, like how he got his interview with Mathieu's brother, Adrian, like how many gallons of semen he had to `pay', to secure that first interview.
Making a swift contact with Mathieu, Niall nodding, says, "Um, you guys aren't ready to go yet, are you?"
Honestly, Caleb told him they weren't, Koby seconding it only because he knew the reason Niall was following the marina director towards the restroom area. If Koby weren't attached to anyone tonight, he might have followed up the action himself. Though he was not into fucking anyguy, some guy might have been hankering to suck him down. If not, Tetreau sucking Niall off would be enough food for a hot ejaculation. It wouldn't be the first time he's stood in a niche and watched a guy suck cock, tongue ass, take `recycled' beer down or get fucked over the sink at Conrad's. Though he was careful, because if Vince Maselli caught anyone in there doing anything but pissing in the toilet, they were bounced out on the tip of Vince's boot!
Seeing Koby a little `far off', Caleb tries to get him back into focus, "Cute ginger guy."
"Oh," it did it, brought Koby back to his circle, "Yeah, he is."
"I think I've had enough dancing for awhile. What's next?" Caleb asks.
Saying what he was just thinking on, Koby more means it as a joke, "We can go watch your director suck down Niall's 10-inch fuck-tool?"
Curious, Caleb asks, "How would you know how big Niall is?"
"Because," Koby tread lightly, since he didn't know how this would fare with Caleb, "I've... um... stood there sometimes and watched how Niall handles a bottom guy?"
He didn't receive the answer he thought he might get, perhaps more in his favor to say the least, Caleb saying, "Really? Must've been hot!"
"If you want, we can check it out together?"
In reality, Caleb was only good at handling one mug of beer. With two down, he was feeling like he could be swayed. However, this type of swaying, especially weighing heavy on the cock and balls and not heart and mind, phased him as being harmless.
As they approach the mens restroom, Koby warns, "If we get a lead of Vince," meaning the bouncer in the vicinity, "just turn around and face the urinal, like you're taking a whizz. Trust me. It works."
Smiling, Caleb replies, "You're the man with the experience!"
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Meanwhile, back at the beach house, Jake and Diego worked at getting Desi on his feet and upstairs to his bedroom.
In a groggy state, Desi asks, "Where's Ced?"
"Sleeping in the playroom for the night."
Whereas the arrangement went, Cedric's father asked if his son could be Desi's guest for the afternoon and into the evening, it got Cedric out of going to the sitter's house. Rosalinda was a nice lady, but with a family of 12, it made Cedric tense being there sometimes. He was more than overjoyed to be with Desi and his dad and `whatever' Jake was to the family; friend or more. The one thing he got out of it, which he enjoyed doing, was teaching the Gomez kids English, on account of the parents didn't know too much of it. Finding gratification in the teaching, it made him think, at 10 years old, this might be a good career move!
Too tired to think anymore, Diego put his hands under Desi's pits and walked him up the stairs.
Desi did stop on one step, asking, "Where's Kriton?"
"Right behind us. Jake's got him."
For at least this night, Diego thought it a good idea to place Kriton at the foot of bed, after helping Desi get into his pajamas and into the bed.
As soon as Desi was snug under the sheet, Kriton put his paws up on the wooden frame and started whimpering.
"I suppose we won't get any sleep tonight if Kriton stays on the floor," Diego picks the doggie up to put on the bed.
"No, wait," Jake says. Grabbing a horizontal stack of books off the shelf, as wide as an accordion, he brings them over and slaps them on the floor, building a staircase. "Good for Kriton to learn how to get up there and get down."
A familiar phrase, Diego says, "Well aren't you a smartypants!"
"We give Kriton a little hint," Jake says.
Diego watches as Jake bends over, his shirt taking a little hike, the small of his back showing and maybe an inch of `crack'.
"What did I say?"
He wasn't paying attention, but dummied-up quick, Jake standing, the two watching Kriton climb the stairs of books, as unsteady as a baby taking his first steps.
"Oops!" Diego says, when Kriton slips, tumbling down, taking some books with him.
It's okay. Diego got a peek at that patch of black hair again!
This time Kriton seemed to learn from his first endeavor, scooting up the book-steps and hopping right onto the bed. Immediately he made a beeline for Desi, snuggling up right in front of the arm the 11 year old held to his chest.
"Mission accomplished," Diego remarks.
Outside the door, Jake says, "I suppose it is time I get home and get to bed."
It's not like Diego hadn't thought about this, as late as a few minutes ago in Desi's bedroom, coming back with, "Just be quiet and get in the bedroom!"
There was no hesitation on Jake's part. In fact it's the reason he did not apply himself at all in trying to convince Diego he should head on back to his own nest.
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"Damn!" Caleb exclaims, the heat generating from the mens restroom, upon entering.
"Whenever you're ready," Koby called out, the 19 year old unzipping, parking his briefs below his balls and slowly working his cock with his hand.
Even though he could be certified DUI, Caleb still had his whits about him, more shocked into a scene in which he hasn't participated.
"First time?" Koby asks.
"Um, yeah?" Caleb replies with a reluctant tone.
Koby nods, says, "Unzip?"
"Uh, sure," Caleb responds, like he's following step by step instructions, carefully unbuckling his leather belt, the zipper down, unbuttoning the metal `latch' and opening up.
All the time, Koby's attention was drawn to what Caleb was unveiling, his hand slowly massaging his 9c, almost at full capacity. "Oh yeah," he says, his eyes still paralyzed, a full stare, on Caleb's briefs.
Already on the way to being fully erect, when Caleb releases his pent up junk from his Aussie Bums, Koby reaches over, "Allow me," he stills strokes himself, his right hand reaching for Caleb.
He was very surprised, Koby so `macho', the teen bending over and taking Caleb's cock in his mouth.
Things had really reached the boiling point, Niall fucking Dr. Tetreau over the sink, Koby doing him, which from a bending over position for sucking him, Koby went to his knees. Another dude comes in. He looked like a surfer, shirtless, puka necklace, bracelet made of marine roping, a little Kokopelli dude on a surfboard, tattooed on his arm, dressed in sandals and boardshorts.
Caleb had stopped for seconds, his mind breaking free from the awesome job Koby was doing, sucking, licking, sucking some more, just in time to make eye contact. Feeling a sensation of being embarrassed, Caleb felt he had to apologize, "This is my first time."
The other guy didn't even smile, saying, "I need to pee. Can I slip by you?"
"Sure," Caleb says, moving a little.
Still, the surfer-dude had to step over Koby, which made it looking like he was fucking Koby.
Koby pops off, looks up, chuckles and with risque intent, "Feels good, Kyven!"
"You can forget it, Koby." he looks up at Caleb's face, unintentional, like he was shaming him, Kyven says, "You know I'm not into this stuff."
Caleb did feel ashamed of himself, thinking, Wasn't this the way I met Bob?' He turned, stretching his neck way, way around, seeing the dude Koby called Kyven', taking a whizz. The words had cut like a knife, because Caleb had sworn off this type of thing, thinking, if he ever wanted a real' relationship, not based on hit and run sex', he would have to go about meeting a guy with a different routed plan. He had thought, Koby on the beach was a start of something like he envisioned. Then suddenly, looking down, his blowjob started to turn sour.
Hearing the urinal flush, Caleb felt he should make things right, "Um," he forces his cock out of of Koby's mouth, "that's good Koby." He stuffs his cock and balls back in his briefs!
"Huh?" Koby looks up. "I don't get it! I thought you were liking my blowjob."
"I was," Caleb, glances up, again the surfer's words on his mind, "but... like I said. This is my first time. Maybe I'm not ready..."
He didn't mean it to be so obvious, silence following, watching Kyven leave. Caleb, he wanted to chase after, but...
Not an idiot, Koby says, "Better hurry up before he gets mixed up in the crowd?!"
"What?" Caleb, sobered up, retorts.
"Kyven," Koby sits there on his knees, wiping the spit from his mouth.
"But I'm with you," Caleb replies.
Right before Koby is able to reply, another dude walks in, making a bunch of loud-mouth racket, "What the fuckin' hell we got goin' on here," he addresses the dude Mathieu is sucking, "Niall?"
It was another think which had shocked Caleb at of his gourd, Dr. Tetreau., not only shedding his shirt, but completely naked.
Koby calls out a friendly greeting, to the rather long-haired dude, chest and stomach plastered with dark brown hair, beard and stache, which makes him looked unkempt and rather `sleazy', "How's it going Ransom?"
"Would be going good if I had some ass to fuck!"
`Like oh my god!' Caleb thought, this sleaze-bag giving Dr. Tetreau a slap of his big hand, right on his ass, driving him forward. He could swear he saw Niall's cock travel down his throat by more than a few inches!
"Nice ass," Ransom says, unzipping.
It seemed like a game, his coworker, Niall, saying, "If you want it Ransom, it's gonna cost ya!" Niall laughs.
Ransom says, "Fuck you Niall," then turning to Koby, still on his knees, "What about you, Kobe? Want your ass busted open for nothing?"
Rather than answer Ransom, Koby speaks to Caleb's face, "Uh, no thanks, Ransom." And speaking now to Caleb, "I've seen his fuck-tool. Trust me. I don't feel like getting impaled tonight!" He laughs.
Caleb was in dire straits with his thoughts. He wanted to run after Kyven, because this wasn't exactly his scene. Sure, he had met Bob in a climate such as this, but Bob was an older dude, who had some kind of... `class' about doing a guy in the mens restroom.
"Guess I'll have to fork over some cash to you, Niall," Ransom stands directly behind Dr. Tetreau.
Then, Koby starts in, "Change your mind? Want that blowjob after all?"
"Uh," Caleb looks at the door, like he's looking through it, "no thanks. I think," he steps towards the door, "I'll head on," hand on the knob, "home for the night."
He felt especially good about this, on the hall side of the door, the bouncer excusing himself to get by Caleb.
It had already played out somewhat before Vince barged in. He gave it less than a minute, hearing the throes of male sex. Picturing it in his mind, since Vince Maselli was well prepped on how gay sex went, between his own experiences, as well as snagging other patrons in the mens restroom, it made him smile, put a toothy grin on his face. In a way, he went out like a vengeful act, guys having sex on, `his turf'.
As it play out, Vince voices out loud, so only himself heard, "Oh man, what a waste!"
`Waste', because little did Caleb realize, Koby had jumped right in on the action.
At this very moment Koby had thoroughly reduced himself to a man-slut, licking, then parting Ransom's hairy ass cheeks, moving his tongue about, easing it in deeper and deeper until the tip touched Ransom's glory hole.
Tetreau, sucked away on Niall's cock, keeping it firm.
Ransom was all firmed up and ready for his 9.5c to take the plunge, when surprised by Koby, made Ransom's spine bend inside out, driving his pelvis forwards. Since he was already at Tetreau's back door, he broke down the fortress, driving his victim forward, his 9.5c stabbing deep and hard.
This caused Tetreau's mouth to open, like he was screaming, in response to the `wound' to his ass.
"Oh fuckin' yeah!" Niall pursed his lips, dropped his head back, feeling the pleasure of his curved spear go down Tetreau's throat.
He would have liked to have lingered longer. No only sight, but sounds of guys getting it on was also cool for stimulating Vince's loins. However, he was anxious to compare sound to sight, wondering if what was happening on the outside, his visions of 3, 4, or 5 guys, tangled up in a web of gay sex, matched the actual scene.
It was the perfect scenario for getting kicked out of Conrad's and Caleb had escaped not less than five seconds prior, even bumped shoulders with the bouncer. For a digit of time, he thought maybe even Vince was going to proposition him right then and there, the glint in each of their eyes saying, `Hi there!'
Little did Caleb know, Vince's job provided such a temptation, but he wasn't weak a man, plus knew if he wanted to keep his job, he had to refrain from becoming involved.
Wandering back down the hallway, Caleb's mind wasn't on what he was leaving behind, though he did reflect back on Koby and how he envisioned a new beginning. He even mentions to himself, grabbing his tee shirt from tucked in the back waistline, smoothing it out, held in place over his own chest and then placed over his head, arms inserted.
Right now, this moment, he had sworn off all facets of gay sex, gay men, gay anything, except his own private jerkoffs, until he pushed open the door and made his exit from Conrad's.
There, beyond one lane of cars stood the dude he met in the mens restroom. He figured there was only one reason why Kyven was waiting by the light pole, `him'. Walking over, because Caleb had no car, no way of getting back to Sandy Wood Drive, but his own 2 feet, he figured this a good enough direction, on his way to the main drag.
As he closed in, Caleb was thinking of what to say. Probably, the cut off sleeves of Kyven's hoodie might work, "Hey, hot out tonight, huh?"
"Yeah, some," Kyven replies, saying the obvious, what Caleb might have been wanting to hear, why he was waiting outside Conrad's, "I'm waiting for my bro to pick me up."
Attitude up there in the clouds somewhere, Caleb shot back down to earth in a low toned, "Oh."
Kyven was a good judge of character. He was going into his sophomore year at the local college, a major in psychology. In high school, Kyven was the silent type, but if anyone had conversed with him, would know he was highly intelligent. Whereas he didn't have many friends his own age, he choose the faculty, challenging them whenever he could. Some teachers actually developed a sense of `fear', being cornered by Kyven after class, so often made it like they had to beat it out of there after class.
However, there were a select handful, 2 fingers he could count on his hand, teachers who found speaking with Kyven, entertaining. He knew one pretty well, spoke with him daily, his science teach, Mick Achilleos. Eventually, Kyven was allowed to deviate from the respectful practice of addressing teachers by mister', calling Mr. Achilleos Mick'. But only when other students or teachers were not about.
Sensing he could break some rules, Mick Achilleos stray from school protocol and met Kyven off campus. Unlike the other teacher, Kyven found Mick didn't have an interest in getting in his pants', even though Mick volunteered the information himself, he was gay'.
Over his senior year at Sheffield High School, the only gay thing he and Mick did together was share a mutual jerkoff or two, or more.
Something the two had in common, their families were well off. Mick's father was a Greek shipping magnate, whom saw investment in the tourist industry could pay off. Kyven's father was an artist, designing furniture and having his own showplace. His mother was curator of an art museum.
At times both Domersants were away on business, leaving Kyven, whom the parents always thought, quite mature for his age, left him home alone. First time, Mick was feeling strange going there, but his nervousness wore off quickly. Not only did they enjoy mutual masturbation, but Kyven cooking for him, which `cook' didn't mind getting the weekend off, or swimming in the lux pool, tennis, other amenities, both showing off their skills.
Other times, they would be at Mick's place, which wasn't much different than the luxury environment of the Domersant household. Mick had explained it, living on a teacher's salary, it was `spending money', his father having set him up after he left college. He had laughed, telling him it was great not having to pay the mortgage every month!
Those days were great, but they were numbered, a reason why Kyven never let himself become too involved. This is why, as the two stood there, staring at each other, in the parking lot of Conrad's, Kyven lightens up, "I'm not waiting for Erik."
"Erik?" Caleb counters.
"My brother." Swaying his head over his left shoulder, Kyven says, "My car's parked over there. Your's?"
By mentioning his own car, which Caleb didn't have with him, because it was a loaner from Bob', evicted from home and` car, he could only reason, "Had one, but don't have one at the moment." He called Bob's house his home and not situated at a different locale and even though has not occupied Diego's beach house property for even one night, figures it's okay to call it, "I was about to walk home."
Even though he came from `there', wealth and everything which goes with it, Kyven and Erik grew up with caring parents who also instilled in them something which lacked in other rich kids, manners.
Maybe back in the mens restroom of Conrad's, it was the outer being of Caleb, average build, slim, but neither fat nor muscular, dirty blond hair, golden fibers reflected off the lighting above, the thin stripe down Caleb's stomach, deep innie, happy trail, to Kyven it was `beautiful'!
"You have an accent. Where you from?"
It wasn't any where near the question Caleb thought was coming up next, responding, "Oklahoma, most likely," he came closer, till the light above lit them up, below.
"A farmboy," Kyven cracks a half-smile.
"Paw thought of giving it up after the first tornado. It only took the fence and some of the cows. But after the second one, with the barn gone and not much of the house left, he went into selling produce," Caleb explains. Downside of his story, "But after the first tornado it kind of came out... that I was gay and..." he takes a deep inhale, "it seems rebuilding became more of the priority. We had lost that," he moves his palms back and forth, parallel, almost like warming them, "father and son closeness, if you know what I mean?"
Not meaning to sound like a know-it-all, the 20 year old replies, "I know exactly what you mean."
"You do? You've had the same experience with your paw?"
"My parents are very open to all walks of life. They work in a field of business where there are a lot of gendered peoples. They weren't perturbed at all when I came out to them. Unlike, what I could imagine your situation being, I got a hug from not only my mother, but my father. My brother, Erik," Kyven says this with humor, "broke out of his mold and called it `brave.'"
It hurt then, and even though 3 years later, hearing of Kyven's coming out, it bore a slight stab through the heart, Caleb feeling deprived of the understanding and heartfelt love he did not receive, "Man, you're so lucky."
Feeling it `safe', Kyven asks, "Hey, how about a cup of coffee?"
"It's almost midnight. What cafe is open at till midnight?"
Lightheartedly, Kyven replies, "The Domersant Cafe?"
"You're place?" Caleb questions.
Sensing the one-way decision, his own, Kyven suggests, "Or maybe we might be able to scrounge up a cup or two..."
"No, I mean... your place is fine. I just wish I had a place to invite `you' to!"
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Head buried, pressed into the pillow, Diego softly murmurs, "Man, when you say you're coming up the middle, you come up the middle!"
Naked, Jake had allowed Diego to lie down first.
Splayed out on the bed, hands behind his head, legs spread, it was a welcoming type of bed pose.
Standing there, flaunting his hairy self, from beard, down the fuzzy chest and stomach hair, which looked like it was swirled around with a hair brush, forming a certain pattern, deep bellyhole barely visible, embedded treasure trail, thick moss around a hung out cock, dragging balls, Jake looked right up, from Diego's balls, cock, right up his lightly haired bod, till he came upon the face of contentment, "What?"
Diego only smiled at the `fish' he had landed. He threw hint, taking his hand, picking up his 9c, saying, "Nothing."
Knowing the `signal', Jake knelt on the bed. It's not like he had mansex every day of the week, but when he did, almost always he would be the one lying down, a pair of sweet lips tantalizing his bod. Even so, he made it sound everyday, "Mm-m-m-m!" he says, kneeling his way up the bed, spreading Diego's legs a bit more with each step of a knee.
"It's really funny."
"What is?" Jake stops a minute.
"I was really under the impression you were all top!"
Smiling, Jake wasn't about to allow his secret out of the bag, "I see what I like and want, I go get it!"
They both laughed, Diego saying, "Well, go get it man!"
From there on it was mostly silent, Jake taking cock, second or third time in his whole life, pursing his lips, giving Diego a great massage.
Diego would smile, reaching down with both hands, on safari through the brush of Jake's chest hair, finding two perky mounds and playing with them. The humor came from not the tweaking, but low guttural tones of Jake's throat, which also served to act on his hard shaft!
At midnight they were really getting it on, when they heard something.
Pulling off, Jake says, "Cedric?"
"Or Desi?"
THe eND' right now, for a commercial break', Jake scoots off the bottom of the bed.
Any minute now Diego expected a knock at the bedroom door. It didn't come, him saying, "I guess we better go investigate."
First room to check up on was Desi's upstairs retreat. Sure enough, he wasn't in his bed. At the strike of midnight Diego panics, "Oh my god!"
He had picked up his robe, held it to his pubes, but now Diego was forcing his arms through the sleeves.
"He sleepwalk?" Jake asks.
With another occupant gone, Diego replies, "I'm thinking more `dog-walk'!"
Jake grabs his shirt and pants, hopping into his pants, holding his shirt between his teeth, which tasted something `yucky', compared to Diego's juicy cock. Before following Diego into the kitchen, he detoured to the playroom, finding Cedric still sleeping.
By the time he reached the backdoor, Diego was outside, sprinting past the back wrought iron gate.
True to Diego's findings, Desi had taken Kriton out for a walk. The closer he cruised near his son, the more violent attitude he sequestered away, until reaching Desi, alongside the waves, had mellowed out, calling the last few feet, "Desi, hold up there a minute, son!"
Turning right around, Desi stops dead in his tracks. His father catching up, he says, "Kriton had to `go'."
When the two approached, Jake looked like a slob, shirt half-buttoned up, buttoning out of whack, half shirt tail stuffed in, half out. But this wasn't Milan fashion week, Jake more concerned with, "You all right, lad?" he put a hand to Desi's shoulder.
Realizing he should not be out of the beach at this time of the night, partially reminded by his father just now, Desi tells him, "Dad says I gotta tell somebody before I take Kriton out for a walk." However, Desi `did' have to get his digs in, "But I'm almost 12 years old?!"
Adamant, Diego replies, "That you are young man, but even when you're 12 years old, you will not hesitate to wake me up when Kriton has to go out?"
"Yeah-okay," it came almost as one syllable from Desi's mouth.
"Your father. He is right," Jake says. Then, turning it into something far-fetched, "You do not know. Maybe big whale. He come right up out of the ocean..."
Jake could almost be that whale!
"...and scoop you up in his mouth!"
Diego did have a flashback, thinking how Jake came right up between his legs and...
Desi had a remedy for everything, "Right and I would let go of Kriton's leash and he would come back to the house to get you and you'd come rescue me!"
Entertained by Desi and Jake's conversation, it lightened up Diego's attitude. By the time they reached the beach house, all had been forgiven, everything hunky dory!
Jake marched Desi right up the stairs.
Diego thought it funny, the way Jake made Desi march, in military style. Even though tired, he thought it a kicker to get his knees high. Of course, this made a terrible, banging racket on the wooden stairs, but still, it all fell in place, Jake's sincerity and Diego falling prey to the humor of it all.
When they got to Desi's room, Jake stood there, arms folded across his bod, tapping one foot, saying, "Like father is like a son?"
Diego, looking at odds and ends of Desi's stuff on top of the extra bed in his room, "Oh, you must mean, `like father, like son?'" he forces out, not wanting to admit to Desi perhaps following in his footsteps, with bad habits.
Looking at a clock on the wall, the outline of a racing car, Jake says, "This will wait until another time."
It didn't take long to get Desi back into bed, Kriton still learning how to walk up the books, but as soon as he was perched on the mattress, he walked his little self up to the pillow, curled up and lay in front of Desi's chest.
They seemed to both yawn at once, leaving Desi's room, Diego yawning out, "What time of the night is it anyway?"
Jake replies, "Good morning, you mean?"
"Is it morning already?"
Mentioning it, Jake says, "It was morning when my mouth got you hard?"
Strangely, starting almost from the time he met Diego, Jake had hoped four-eyes' to be a bottom, so he could just lie there in bed, split his legs and be tongue and mouth tantalized. The strange part, Jake wasn't even thinking about it, treating the whole scenario in bed like a barbecue, lusting over the meat which would fit between the whole wheat roll, his saliva the condiment, coating the hot sausage. As they strolled back to Diego's bedroom, Jake has this longing taste in his mouth, like it was dry and needed something wet'.
Removing his the shorts he grabbed, Diego turns, "Uh, Jake, next time when you go out of the house, I'd wear something more than a shirt?"
Sure, it was easy going on, simpler coming off, unfastening the cuffs of his shirt from around his waste. However, what Diego had bitched about, was how the shirt did not exactly fit Jake's waist, in regards to the broad separation down his thigh.
"It is dark out. Nobody saw!"
At the precise moment Jakes says, dark', Diego's finger was at the light switch on the wall, making day', `night', "Dark in here!"
They could see their way to the bed, the quarter moon showing through the vertical blind, illuminating the white sheets, which Diego immediately dove into.
Jake, he was coming up the middle before Diego had even gotten comfy. Like he thought before, he wasn't thinking of being man on top, but lay right down, hips first, stomach, chest, then opening up to absorb the semi-flaccid cock. He didn't even feel it tickle his throat, when his cell phone plays a tune!
"Oh dammit!"
It's exactly what Diego would have said, only Jake beat him to it. He could feel the warm mouth on his cockhead and precisely the second it became cold, followed by the feeling of the bed rocking as Jake backed off.
"I hope whomever it is," Diego says, "they have a good reason interrupting us at two o'clock in the morning!" he giggled.
However, taking the call, Jake wasn't laughing. Oppositely, he exclaimed, "Oh my god! No! When?"
Switching the side light on, a small table lamp, he caught Jake in a fit of horror, place his spare hand on top of his head, exclaiming words of disbelief, sitting his ass down in the easy chair, right on top of their clothing.
He walked right over, hands on hips, wondering what was so revolting, it caused Jake to change face composition, wording his conversation as if disaster had fallen upon him.
"I will be right there," Jake says, cutting his connection.
"What?" Diego asks.
"Very, very, very bad news," Jakes voice continued down to almost a muted tone. "Dr. Tetreau. He is in an accident."
"How is he?" Diego asks.
Without any other way of telling it like it is, Jake replies, "Dead!"
"Oh no! Oh my god! How?"
"Not only he is dead, but a man from the club, `Ransom'."
Overly concerned, even though he formally met the director today, thinking partially of Cedric, "How?"
"Driving. He ran off road and hit the tree. I have to go. Niall was in the back seat. He is injured," Jake replies, incoherently looking for anything which looks like his own clothing.
"Niall," Diego replies, "from Rockbottom?"
"Yes, and Koby, Caleb's friend."
"Oh my god! Caleb?" Diego exclaims in horror.
"Was not in car. I have to go to hospital."
"Sure," Diego replies. "I wish I could go with you, but..."
"You are needed here," Jake replies.
Instead the crumbled shirt, Diego found a tee shirt, something he had gotten as a promotional deal, but in the wrong size, XL. It fit Jake fine, slightly baggy.
Following Jake down the stairs, he talks it up, "I will call you when I know."
"I would appreciate that," Diego replies, letting Jake out the door.
Closing the door behind him, Diego's endorphins were kicking in, but not in the way he would have liked it to happen. Something they hadn't time to chat about came to mind, "Cedric!"
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