The story below is a work of fiction, set in the format of reality. Any resemblance to real people is entirely coincidental in nature. It is not meant to accurately reflect upon persons in towns, cities, or governmental areas, in which the story is staged. If a sexual scene involving male-to-male relationships offends you, then you should not read this story. Additionally, if you are under 18 years of age, in most state and countries, you are not allowed to read this story by law. Check with your local laws regarding such. Sexual safety matters. This is fiction. Use protection in real life. `Got condom?'
"The Tidelight Zone" 06 wriTten by T. Chase McPhee
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"Well, are you two going to get dress or stand there and laugh at each other's bods?"
Standing in the buff, dripping wet, Sean and Phil looked at the two.
Joaquin boldly says, "Empty both barrels of your sex pistol, Phil?"
Sean replies, in lieu of Phil, "He sure did!"
"He fuck you?" Mehmet asks Sean, innocently.
Sean replies, "Think about it Mehmet... there's nobody else in here besides Phil, Joaquin, you and me!"
Before Mehmet can answer, Sean sees something. Reaching out, his fingertips paw over the stuck down hair on Mehmet's left pec, that outlines a perfect circle.
"Looks like you've been seeing some action of your own."
Thinking Sean is making fun of him, Mehmet gets a tickle of his own, conjuring up an evil attitude.
Unbuckling his pants, unzipping, Mehmet lays on them, "C'mon Joaquin. I take you in shower and fuck you!"
"But I didn't tell you if I'm a top or bottom!"
"What are you?" Mehmet asks.
"Bottom."
"Then I fuck you. You come now?"
Mehmet, kicks his shoes off and steps out of his pants. The three of them, Sean, Phil and Joaquin look amazed at the bulge in Mehmet's crotch.
"But Mehmet, I'm not that kind of boy!" Joaqin protests.
"Hell you're not!" Phil replies, slapping Joaqin hard on the butt, as he sneaks past the two.
Sean hollers to Joaquin, whom is following Mehmet's lead at a rapid pace, "Don't forget to take your pants off, Joaquin!"
Phil and Sean laugh like crazy at the two.
"Hey, Sean?"
"Yeah, Phil?"
"Y'know. I think I'd like to get to know you."
"Meaning more that liking to fuck my tight chute?"
"You know what I mean."
"Hey! That's `my' tee shirt."
"Oh, it is?"
"Hmm... my body wasn't close enough to you in the shower, ya gotta steal my tee shirt?"
"Here, have one of mine. So I'm kinky!"
"Is this worn of fresh?"
"Fresh. Why? You think I'd give you a dirty one?"
Sean tosses it back and picks up the white tee shirt the jarhead had peeled off, prior to the shower-fuck.
"What tha?"
"I can be just as kinky!"
"Oh man, but that's so ripe. I've had it on since five this morning!"
"So?"
"Oh gross!"
Sean picked up Phil's tee shirt, turning it so that the stained armpit was up and then smelled it.
"Mmmmmmm.... love your manscent, Phil!"
"Oh yeah? Two can play at that!"
Sean watches as Phil picks up the briefs from the floor. He finds the inside crotch and puts them up to his nose, sniffing.
"Oh yeah?"
Touche, as Sean retrieves Phil's briefs, opened them up and then right over the crotch area, where some pubic hairs gather, licks them.
"Ooooh you've totally grossed me out, man!"
"Yeah sure, Phil. How many asses have you rimmed?"
"One or two. You?"
"None."
The laughter subsides, along with their humor. The two stare at one another.
"But I'd like to make your ass the first... if you want to."
"Damn! Nobody's ever proposed to me that way before!"
Sean smiled.
"I ain't never proposed to anybody before, so there!"
Dropping the briefs on the floor, the five foot, eleven inch tall jarhead walks the foot and half floor towards the nineteen year old. Even more so than the hallway, the two connect, kissing each other compassionately.
Breaking, Sean says, "Got another confession."
"Oh? How's that go?"
"I never kissed an older man, neither."
"Old? I'm only twenty-one. I think we're both still in the same age bracket."
"You work out, Phil?"
"Five days a week."
"I try to get in one. I guess that still makes us workout jocks. Besides, I'm nineteen and that ain't too far off from twenty-one."
"Um, not to break this tender moment or anything, but it's awfully quiet in the shower."
"I agree," Sean realises the serenity of the lockerroom atmosphere.
Entering the shower area, which doubles as the jon, they find Joaquin, hugging the edges of two sinks. Bent over, Mehmet is slowly working his ten inch tool in and out of his ass.
"Damn, Joaquin! You were never that quiet when I was working your ass and he's... so thick!"
"It's not... ooooh... how big.. but.. ooooh... how you go about doing it.. oooooh!"
"Um, looks like you two are going to be awhile. We'll meet you downtown, Joaquin."
They get a wave from Joaquin and nothing from Mehmet, except sighs of pleasure, turning away from the fucking scene.
"What do you think?" Sean asks.
"What do I think? I think I've lost a fuck buddy."
"And gained one?" Sean grins.
"C'mon. Keffen's waiting for us.
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"What'd you say?"
Yelling above the music and the crowd, John screams, "You're a hot dancer!"
With gazillions of laser lights flashing, the rattling of club music and bodies plastered from wall to wall, it's all Anthony and John can do to keep attuned to each other. Literally bare-chest to bare-chest, even the closeness is not close enough to be heard. Once their arms are stretched above their heads, swaying to the beat, with their feet, there's no retracting them, for lack of space.
"Drink?" John yells out, coupled by his hand gesturing drinking a glass of water.
He takes it that Anthony is more than bopping his head to the music. Making their bare bods one unit, they push away, towards the bar.
"You wouldn't want to get outta here, would you?"
"Depends. Are the drinks free?"
John detours towards the entrance to the gay nightclub.
In the foyer, Anthony tells John, "Um, lost Jay's shirt."
"That makes two of us!"
When they came into the gay club, they had stripped right away, tucking the shirts into the back of their pants. Most likely the shirts are lying on the dance floor, or possibly going home with guys they don't know.
"That was a hoot, John!"
"Liked it did you, Anthony?"
"I haven't had that much fun in a long time."
"What about with your friends?"
"Oh, they're fun alright. I'm meaning... shit! I don't know what I mean. All I know is that this was cool with you."
With the engine to Jay's jeep all reved up, but not yet in gear, John leans over. Turning Anthony's chin to his own face, he gives him a sweet smooch. Forgetting about Jay, the rest of the world, Anthony takes in the romantic overture.
"How about coming to my place?"
"Yeah, I'd like that."
The conversation-filled ride to John's abode comprised of the fun they had at the club. At one point, Anthony livened the conversation with horrendous laugther, mocking out the guy that accidentally `danced' his hand down the back of his pants.
"You know that guy had to be stoned out of his mind!"
"Didn't seem like you minded a bit," John hinted.
"Hey, total top here, lest you forget?"
"Oh, I haven't forgotten. In fact..." John stopped midsentence, saying, "Never mind."
Anthony, still in the heat of the gay club memories, let it slide too.
"Hey, we're back at the resort!"
"Yeah. I live here."
"Live and work here. How convenient."
"You don't mind, do you?"
"Not a problem John. Sounds economical, if you ask me."
"I would've liked to have taken you to some swanky apartment, but..."
Anthony put a quick damper on John's thoughts, which seemed like he was putting himself down.
"I don't care about any `swanky apartment'."
"Tell you the truth, Anthony... well, I think you're a real sweet guy and..."
"And?"
"And I can't do this to my best bud, so I'm going to have to say goodnight to you now."
Anthony felt like a ton of bricks hit the floor of the jeep. Sure, earlier he had a thing with Jay, but now he felt something... something more so for the one he was with.
"What do you mean?"
"It's kind of hard to explain, Anthony."
"I don't give a fuck. Start explaining!"
"I... I didn't intend on this happening, okay?"
Maybe ripe at falling in love, never having experienced the head-over-heels experience before, Anthony didn't know exactly how to present himself. But he tried.
"Are you saying you like me, John?"
"Um, I can't."
"You can't like me?"
"You don't know about Jay and me."
"Don't kid me, John. All night you've been telling me about you and Jay doing this... you and Jay doing that... It's as if you two are brothers..." Then thinking a short second, Anthony reports, "Or lovers?"
"Anthony, listen..."
However, Anthony starts to configure some of his own theories.
"Oh, I get it. You thought I was getting too close to Jay, so you had to cut in."
"No, it isn't like that, Anthony."
"But you got too close to me. Started to feel something for me?"
"No, Anthony. I swear it isn't like that..."
"This was your plan all along, wasn't it? Protect what is your's?"
"No, Anthony... listen.."
But Anthony wouldn't listen. He kept on shelling out his thoughts. At points he had been correct in his assumptions, however other ideas had been totally preposterous.
"Anthony, I had no intentions of luring you back to my place.. of fucking you.. I..."
"Then what do you call it, John.. Huh?"
"Dammit, Anthony! I admit that I had other things on my mind, but it wasn't fucking you. Dammit, Anthony, I wanted you to fuck me!"
"Say what, John?"
"I wanted you.... to fuck... me," John solemnly finished out.
"Fuck you? But why?"
"It's between Jay and I."
"Oh, so I've become your little childhood tryst, have I?"
"I know it sounds so demeaning, but there's more to it than that, Anthony. I swear it."
"I think I need a drink."
Heading back inside the Fairmount Kea Lani Resort, they bypassed the lounge, in favor of the small bar.
"Anthony!"
"Oh shit!" Anthony sighed to John.
"Oh boy," John gave his own opinion of meeting up with Elton and Marc.
"What are you two doing up so late?"
"Anthony, ya gotta promise you didn't see us."
"Not a problem," Anthony states to the two friends.
"No, Anthony, it's okay that you saw us here, but you can't tell our folks that you saw us upstairs in bed..."
To Marc's statement, Elton adds, "...Doing you know what!"
Even though in this deep, dark discussion, the cutesy way in which Elton said it, made John chuckle.
"What's so wrong with what you two did?" John broke from his laughter.
"We're cousins. That's what!"
"So?"
However, Anthony, more into dealing with the problem at hand, shunned them off, saying, "Yeah, we're cool with what you want. Our lips are sealed."
"Cool! Thanks Anthony."
"Um, Jay still upstairs?"
"Yeah. Man is he dead to the world."
Marc added, "He must've loved your fuck!"
Glancing towards John, he looks back at his friends, "Yeah, he must've. Um, we'll see you guys later, okay?"
"Yeah, sure. Later, dudes," Elton finishes out.
"Nice guys."
"Don't change the subject," Anthony cautions him. "I'll have a double vodka on the rocks."
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"Sun'll be coming up in a few, Steve."
"Yeah, then it'll be back to surf and dunes."
"I had a nice night."
"You mean morning, Tom?"
"Time flies when you're having fun."
"Yeah, I did have it."
"Oh, what's that?"
"Fun."
"Oh yeah. Fun. Hee heee... yeah. Haven't had this much fun in awhile."
"Tom?"
"Yeah, Steve?"
"I dunno."
"Go on. Speak your mind, Steve. It's not gonna cost you anything!"
Steve hoped it wouldn't. At this moment, he enjoyed the peace of a man next to him. One moment in time that he felt all the troubles of the world left to yesterday.
"All I wanted to say is that I've enjoyed being with you."
He really wanted to say more, but wasn't sure that Tom was ready to hear it. Apparently he was wrong.
"Same here," the twenty-seven year old police officer went on to say, placing his arm firmly behind Steve's back and moving in for a romantic interlude.
Smiling in the glitch of light on the ocean's horizon Tom caught the pleasant afterglow.
"Me too," Tom replied.
"What?"
"I liked it too."
Not being this open with a man before, as far as romance goes, Steve felt compelled to embellish on Tom's gesture. More compelled, he scooped Tom up in his arms and compassionately delivered a return affection.
Tom's reaction, other than returning the compassion, followed with a bunch of "Mmmmm's!"
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"So, I don't know what to think of this John... Wait! I do know what to think... I think.."
"I think you're drunk, Anthony."
"Nah. Hey, can I really fuck your ass?"
Looking about, John saw that they had been the two lone patrons of the bar. Catching Louie, the bartender's eye, he smiled when the drink server pointed his thumb upwards.
"C'mon. I think it's bedtime," John got up from his stool, helping Anthony.
On their way out, Louie commented to John, "Have a `fucking' good time!"
They connected with a wry smile from each. John wasn't the only gay man that worked there. In fact, putting their drinks on John's `tab', gave Louie an idea of what would be in store for his ass, when payment became due. John never regretted paying off his bar tab. After all, Louie was a cute thirty year old, with a hot set of buns!
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"I'm confused, Elton."
"C'mon. I gotta get some sleep."
Besides Jay's snoring, Marc lay in bed, wide awake.
"If Anthony's in love with Jay, then why has he been out all night with John and sitting down in the bar right now, having a drink with him?"
"Um, maybe because he's thirsty? Owwwwwwch!"
"No doofus!"
Elton Morrison III just suffered the lowest of blows, a hand slap to the stomach.
"What'd you do that for?"
"Because you're acting like a doofus!"
Elton could see that his twenty year old cousin wouldn't get rest, himself peace, until they had it out.
Examining his stomach, as he sat up, he quipped, "Look how red you made it!"
"Could've been worse. Could've been below your cock, doofus."
Not wanting to give Marc anymore ideas, he opened with, "So, what were you saying now?"
"I think Anthony's got the hots for John and Jay is going to wake up and find out."
"So, he wakes up and finds out. It's not like they've been sorority sweethearts for ages!"
"That's not the point. Jay thinks he's in love with Anthony."
"How do you know?"
"I know."
"But how do you really know?"
"Because..." Sitting next to Elton, the sides of their bodies flush, Marc levels with his cousin, "I know because I know how it feels to be in love with you."
Momentarily, thoughts of Jay got blotted out.
"Well, one good thing I'm getting out of this is a good kisser!"
"Not to mention how hot you like me fucking you, El?"
"Um, that too!"
Before long, Marc's eyes wandered over to the other side of the room. His ears picked up on that familiar, sleeper's sound.
"So, what do we do about Jay?"
"Nothing."
"Yeah, but Anthony doesn't love him."
"How do you know if he doesn't or does?"
"I dunno."
"Maybe he likes them both. Did that ever occur to you, Marc?"
"A threesome?"
"Sure. Why not?"
"I wonder how it feels?"
"What?"
"A threesome."
"Oh no. If you think for one moment, Marc Trivette, that I'm going to..."
"Get real El. I'm not talking about `us'."
The two sat there in the near daybreaking room, staring across at the chest rising and falling.
"Of course, it would probably lessen the shock, if Jay woke up and found `somebody' that cared about him next to him in bed."
Marc led the way, jumping out of bed and hightailing it across the room.
"Don't wake him."
Slowly, Elton got in the right side of the bed, as Marc climbed in the left of Jay's bod. Each propped their head up on an elbow up and looked upon the twenty year olds breathing physique.
Whispering out loud, Elton asks, "How come he's got thicker chest hair than you?"
"What's that supposed to mean, doofus?"
"Well, aren't you twenty years old?"
"Yeah. So?"
"Jay's twenty years old too."
"So?"
"Look at your chest."
Like a dummy, Marc looks at his own chest.
"So?"
"Never mind."
"What are you saying, El?"
"Nothing. I was comparing chests. That's all."
"Y'know, it doesn't make a man anymore a man because he's got more hair on his chest than another man!"
"I wasn't saying that, Marc. I was just making a comparison, that's all."
"Comparing what?"
Sucking his teeth, Elton thought about it a second, then made the observation, "When I look at your chest, I can see your nips. With Jay's chest, his hair buries his nips."
"So, what's your point, El?"
"No point. It's just a comparison."
"Well, I have a point to make."
"Oh?" Elton sits there, his forehead wrinkled up, waiting for Marc's explanation.
"I'm no expert at this, being that you hardly have a stalk of hair on your front."
"Um, above the belt?"
"Yes, above the belt, El. Anyway, I'm just assuming that my nips would be more juicy to suck on than a guy that has all that dry pec-hair in the way."
"Damn, Marc! You make it sound like the Mountain Dew taste test!"
"More like Oreo's and Hydrox, or Cameo's and Vienna Fingers?"
"One thing is for sure, Marc."
"What's that El?"
"You sure know your cookies!"
After their quiet laughter died down, the two teens had still been confronted with the issues.
"So, what about it, El?"
"What about what?"
"How are we going to find out about my theory?"
"What theory is that?"
"If my nips are more juicy than Jay's?"
Elton rolls his eyes.
A lull in their conversation forms, before Elton replies, "How about we have you and Jay lay out on the beach. We find ten gay guys. We pay them each a bottle of Gatorade, to take a taste test."
"Of Gatorade?"
"No, doofus! Your's and Jay's nips, dummy!"
"Not exactly the idea I had in mind. I mean how do we know that the guys that we found hadn't already fucked Jay or not?"
"Good point. That could make them biased. Unless."
"What, El?"
Their solution to the queery began to grow far, far-fetched.
"We make the same guys fuck you too?"
Marc, swatting Elton with pillow couldn't help but beat against Jay's chest.
"Heeeeeeeeeeeeeeey!"
"What?" Marc knelt there, pillow in hand, ready to beat on Elton a second time.
"Oh, did that wake you?"
Both Elton and Jay stare at Marc, his dark pit hair visible, as the raised pillow had been clasped in both hands, readied for another pouncing.
"What's up guys?"
"I don't know. What was it that we were fighting about anyways, El?"
Getting even for the pillow volley over his head, Elton replied, "Marc was wondering if your nips are juicer tasting than his!"
Elton still got the pillow thrashed over his head. Trying to hide behind Jay, caused a second casualty as well!
"Hey cool it, huh guys?"
"Sorry," Marc replied, with a angelic face.
"Actually I wouldn't mind finding out myself."
"What?" Elton and Marc inquired simultaneously.
"If my nips are juicer than Marc's."
"Yum!" Elton replied to that.
"Later."
"What? After you've gotten me all horned up?"
"Jay, you just woke up."
"I always wake up horny. See?"
Lifting the sheet, Elton and Marc looked at the ten inch cut barrel, lying between two big orbs.
"Wow! That's big!" Elton replied, astounded.
Marc, wanting to get even for the `nip' remarks, offered, "I wonder if it's juicer than mine, El?"
Jay looks at El and says, "Wrestle ya for it!"
Before long, Marc's hard shaft is up for grabs, two tongues wrestling roundabout it. So much for Jay's sorrow of losing Anthony!
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6 continued....
Copyright 2006 T. Chase McPhee This story may not be sold or made part of any collection without prior written permission.