Date: Sun, 20 Mar 2005 12:14:21 -0800 (PST)
From: T Chase McPhee <survivalgame@yahoo.com>
Subject: Long Distance Love 05

The following story is a work of fiction set in the
format of reality. Any resemblance to real people is
entirely coincidental in nature, and is not meant to
accurately reflect persons in towns, cities, or
governmental areas, in which the story is staged. If
sexual scenes 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 states and countries, you are not allowed to read
this by law. This is fiction. Don't forget, in real
life, to think about 'sexual safety matters'.


"Long Distance Love" 05 (M/M oral humor)
WriTtenby T. Chase McPhee

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"Ft. Lauderdale? The flight is full and the next being
four hours from now. Ummm, sorry muchachos."

"Oh great!" Chiz says, "Now what do we do?"

Keoki, George Kapono, advances to the front of the
airline desk, "Hey, sailor, what do you have in the
way of Palm Springs?"

The latino checks his computer screen, "Palm
Springs... Palm Springs... Palm Springs... um, yeah
that's doable. I can put you on the two am flight."

Clay's the first one that picks up on the latino's
fascination with Shaheen. He steps lightly on Chiz's
toe. Chiz smiles at Clay, getting the message. Chiz
passes along the toe-tapping to Keoki.

Keoki mentions back to Chiz, in his ear, "I know!" He
smiles at Chiz and Clay.

"Say, what's your name?"

"My name? Dario."

"Nice to meet you Dario. By the way, I'd like you to
meet our friend, Shaheen."

"Nice to meet you amigo."

Both are now flirting with their brightey-whities.

"What time you get off, Dario?"

"Off what?"

"The job?"

"Hey, whatever's on your mind you can forget it. I'm
on vacation in a half hour and this body is going to
crash for a week."

"How would you like to crash with us on a sandy beach,
Dario?"

"I don't have that kind of loot. I'm a starving
student!"

They all laugh at Dario's casual frankness. Shaheen is
a bit embarrassed by George's forward comments.

"This some type of scam. How much is this going to
cost me?"

"Nothing. We're just a bunch of crazy guys that
decided out of the blue that we need to soak up some
sun."

Chiz, as well as Clay are blown away by George, as
he's taken over the hosting of their gauntlet. They
figure he's running the show and doing a good job at
it, so let things proceed as 'whatever'. Though Chiz
still has this wary, bothersome thought of George's
means of funds.

"Shaheen included in the deal?"

Shaheen speaks for himself, "Um, I have something to
say."

"Sure Shaheen, what's up?" George asks.

"First, I think it's nice of you to offer all this
George and you seem like nice guy, Dario, but I want
you to know that I'm not for sale here!"

George was totally taken aback by Shaheen's remarks,
as well as Chiz and Clay.

"Oh, Shaheen. I never meant that."

"Then why don't you ask me instead of treating me like
I am on a bargain table."

Chiz comments on the side, "Right on, Shaheen,"
slapping him playfully on the shoulder.

"Hey, amigo," Dario finally speaks up, "I'm not trying
to buy you, okay. I don't put that pressure on
anybody, but I liked your smile and I'd like to get to
know you. I didn't know you were with him anyway. If
it's all the same to you, I'll thank you very much for
the invite and go my own way. Now, do you want to book
the flight or what?"

The four agree and Dario punches the numbers into the
computer. Chiz whips out his Amex blue card, as George
flashes his L.L. Bean mastercard. Dario does all the
computing and wishes them good journey.

"Shaheen, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to embarrass you."

"It's okay Keoki."

"You like calling me that, huh?"

"I like calling you what you are, Keoki, but I also
like you to be your real self. I don't want someone
who is going to be who they are not in front of
people."

"You're right, Shaheen. I apologize. Forgiven?"

"I have a big heart, Keoki and I do."

They gave a little hug and then proceeded to follow
Chiz and Clay through the JFK terminal. George did
notice Shaheen's glance back at Dario, as he closed
down his computer station.

"Oh, excuse me, but I do sense having to relieve
myself," George states, not waiting for a response
from the other three. "I'll be right back. Wait right
here."

"Sorry for what happened, Shaheen."

"It's not your fault, Clay."

Chiz admits, "I think George got a little out of line
there."

"Things happen," Shaheen says, "I can't stay mad at
anyone for very long. If they say they are sorry then
I believe them."

"You have a nice heart, Shaheen."

Time passes and soon their flight is called.

"Where in the hell is George?" Chiz wonders out loud.

Clay reckons, "I don't know, but if he doesn't hustle
it up, he's going to have to ride on the tail."

"Hmm... how do you mean that, Clay?"

"Chiz, there's two gentlemen present, where's your
manners?"

"Thanks Clay for recognizing Shaheen and me."

"Don't lie, Chiz!"

After lots of pleading by both Chiz and Clay, the guy
at the gate says they can no longer hold the flight.
So, the three get onboard.

"I wonder what happened to George?"

"Maybe he's already on the flight and we missed him,"
Chiz tries cheering up Shaheen, although he senses
Shaheen is not in particular terribly upset over
George's absence.

So, the three park themselves in a row of four seats.

"Something big must be happening in Ft. Lauderdale."

"Why do you say that Chiz?"

"There's nobody on the Palm Springs flight. We have
the whole plane to ourselves."

"Except those two studs over there."

"Shhhh, Clay.  They'll hear you."

"Hee heee... I think they already did. They're looking
at you, Chiz."

"Get outta here, Clay. It's not us they're looking at,
it's that hottie Shaheen!"

They both giggle as Shaheen sits down, after removing
his tux jacket, loosening the tie and taking it off.

"Shaheen, you okay."

"Sure. Just like when we started out. Three of us."

"You're right, Shaheen."

Suddenly they hear a commotion up front. The door to
the plane opens, there's a lot of talk and then the
door closes.

Clay says, "George?"

Instead, "Muchacho's!"

"It's Dario!" Shaheen says, seemingly as excited as if
it were Keoki.

"Hey, anybody know where seat number A 3 is?"

"Hmm," Chiz states, "Just happens to be between
Shaheen and me!"

"I," Clay corrects him.

"That means Dario's on my lap?" Chiz kids Clay.

"Not even in your wildest dream, Chiz!"

As Dario stuffs his gearbag in an overhead
compartment, he wanders back, knowing they all want to
hear a rational explanation for his appearance and the
absence of George.

"Excuse me amigo."

Instead of letting Shaheen get up, Dario squeezes by,
facing the twenty year old, his crotch inches from the
jock's face.

"So, what happened to the week at home, Dario?"

"I'm standing there, signing out at my computer,
checking the day's flights, which I'm required to do
and when I buzz by your flight, in a line it says
Dario Montero. So, I went to my supervisor and
questioned it and she said a gentleman by the name of
George switched his reservation. She said if I didn't
take it that there would be an empty seat on the
plane."

"Unbelievable!" Clay calls out.

"I don't believe that George," Chiz comments. "What a
joker."

"Joker? He isn't going to screw me, is he?"

However when the three looked to their right,
Shaheen's head sunk forward.

"Hey, what's the matter hombre?"

"Nothing. I.... I never had anybody do something like
this for me before."

"Hey, you like me right, Shaheen?"

"I guess."

"Okay, so we don't really know each other. Let's start
out again. I'm Dario and you are amigo?"

Shaheen coins Chiz's phrase, "Crazy."

"Hey, only Chiz is supposed to use that, because he
is!"

Chiz goes to upright himself in his chair, playacting,
and presses down on Clay's crotch, as leverage.

"Owwwwch! Chiz!"

"I didn't press that hard."

"Ya almost squashed by sausage."

"Hmm, chopped meat."

Clay looked up, seeing the two jocks over across the
way, laughing their asses off. He looks over at them,
and yells, "Sure, it isn't your meat getting ground to
bits!"

Soon the plane takes off and then the light goes on
for them to move about.

"Well?"

"Well what, Chiz?"

"You going over to assure those two jocks that they're
not serving hamburger for breakfast?"

"Only if you're there to witness me pulling it out,
Chiz!"

As Shaheen and Dario chatted away, Chiz followed Clay
up to the bar, where the two had migrated.

"Hey, how's your meat, man?" one of the strangers asks
Clay.

"Thought maybe you'd like to find out," Clay replied
back to the jock, holding his privates as he
responded.

"Hee heeeee.. you're a panic man, the name's Adam
Attkins."

"Clay Hawkings and this is Chiz Caramallo."

"Oh, sorry baby, this is the love of my live, " Adam
introduces, "Lucas Truesdale."

"Lucas Truesdale. Now why does that sound familiar?"
Chiz asks.

Lucas comes out with, "I know the name Clay Hawkings.
Remember 'Long Distance Love', love?" Lucas directs to
Adam.

"By God, Lucas, you're right. We loved your
performance Mr. Hawkings," Adam replies, almost
shaking Clay's arm out of the socket.

"I think I'm going to have to go into traction after
that hardy handshake!"

The four laugh out loudly.

"Are we missing something, gringos?"

Already Chiz and Clay see how well Shaheen and Dario
are getting along, as they eye up Dario's hand on
Shaheen's.

Chiz does the introductions, "These are our friends,
Shaheen Rakkas and Dario." He's forgotten Dario's last
name, but that doesn't stop Dario.

"That's Dario Humperdinker. I know it's hard to
remember!"

Those that know, start laughing, followed by Adam and
Lucas, when they realize they've been had.

"Dario is fine with us."

As the six chat, Chiz finds out that his assumptions
were correct. Lucas is 'the' Lucas Truesdale,
countertenor from the Metropolitan Opera House, at
Lincoln Center.

Shaheen and Dario file back to their seats with their
drinks, as the four get to know each other.

"So, what have you carved out for yourself to haul in
the bucks, Adam?"

"Living offa Lucas."

At first, none of knew what to think. Finally the look
on Lucas' face is the thing that gave away Adam's big
fib!

"Oh, we've gotta watch this one, Chiz," Clay pointed
his finger at Adam.

"Actually, I have dual doctorates in art history and
archeology."

Lucas points out, rather proudly, "Adam's on the
faculty at NYU."

"Well, excuse me!" Chiz holds his hand up, cocking his
hand at the wrist.

Another round of laughter ensues.

As the four chat, Chiz and Clay find that Adam and
Lucas are staying for a week at the Exile. Being the
off season, they figure there should be plenty of
empty rooms.

"Lucas and I try to pick off seasons to save some
bucks."

"Better than Chiz here, whom picks spur of the
moments!"

"Hey, I gave you a choice, Clay."

"Yeah, get in the car or get dragged on the outside!"

They howled at Clay's meaning.

"So, what's happening in the world of art, professor?"
Clay directed to Adam, as Chiz and Lucas chatted up
Met life.

"Currently we're working on some Aphrodisian
excavations, in conjunction with the Metropolitan
Museum of Art."

"Mummies and daddies?"

"Don't mind him, Adam," Chiz butts in, "if it wasn't
for me, he wouldn't even know what to do in bed."

"Hmm, reminds me of a friend of mine," Adam replies.

"Oh?" Clay questions, readying himself to hear a tale
out of Indiana Jones.

"Working with a team of archaeologists in Jerusalem,
we found a slab of rock with five figures carved
across it. In order, the figures were:

Man ~ Donkey ~ Shovel ~ Fish ~ Star of David.

After months of studying the rock and figures on it,
the archaeologist team leader took the rocks and went
on a lecture tour. His explanation of the signs, "The
carvings were several thousands of years old, but even
so, they revealed a lot about the people of that time:

The man being placed first in the line of figures
indicated that men were held in very high esteem. It
was most likely a gay oriented culture.

The donkey indicated they had domesticated animals.
They probably used the donkey to till the fields.

The shovel shows they were highly intelligent as they
knew how to make tools.

The fish shows they knew how to augment the crops they
raised by also reaping from the sea.

The Star of David of course indicates they were a very
religious group of people."

A young jock in the font began waving his hand. This
happened to also be the speaker's own student of
archeology. He finally got the attention of his
mentor. When acknowledged, he said, "I'm sorry to blow
your theories sir, but you were reading the figures
from left to right. In Hebrew we read from right to
left. Correctly read, it says, 'Holy mackerel, dig the
ass on that man!'"

Such was the laughter that followed Adam's joke, it
not only broke Dario and Shaheen out of a melancholy
moment, but also the steward who cautioned that the
pilots could hear them all the way up in the cockpit.
Adam made the rather tense airlines steward flustered
when he said, "Try to get a life!" The four continued
to laugh.

However, when this burley, 6'2 man came from the front
of the plane, they cooled their jets.

"Who's the big ox giving my steward a... Adam? Adam
Attkins? Is that really you?"

"Well I'll be damned!"

Lucas shrugged his shoulders, as Chiz and Clay looked
to him for answers.

"Guys, I want you to meet the best damn pilot in the
skies, Ian Moloney."

Ian made his way around the four, waving to Shaheen
and Dario. He also gave the eyebrow sign to the four,
over the two jocks.

"Forget it, Ian. You've had your chance," Adam
replied, with some sort of meaning that he didn't
indulge in at the present time.

"Well, I gotta get back to running the plane. How long
you going to be in Palm Springs, Adam?"

"Lucas and I are planning maybe two weeks."

"I'll see if I can get a couple of days. Sure would be
good to spend some time with you Adam."

Lucas hoped Ian would not find the time. Something
about the man irked him.

"Oh, guys, be a little easy on Seth?"

"Seth?" Adam inquires.

"The steward. My brother's kid. He's had it tough."

They agree, apologizing to Ian. Instead they picked on
Adam and his adventures flying the friendly skies with
a forty-five year old pilot.

"He's forty-three years old and it was strictly
business."

Lucas more than thanked his lucky stars when he heard
that. He even gave Adam a big hug.

"What was that for, Lucas?"

"Incentive."

"For what, Lucas?"

"For not playing around with men twice your age!"

They all laughed, calming it a bit when Seth came out
to tidy up the bar.

"Hi Seth. I'm Adam. Your uncle and I have had some
business deals, with flying me around the world."

Seth stood there. He seemed very shy.

"Hi, I'm Dario and this is Shaheen."

Seth almost jumped out of his skin, as Dario, could be
categorized under 'snuck up', stood behind him.

"Hi."

"Um, I just thought I'd introduce myself, since I work
for the same airlines in New York."

That little tidbit of information seemed to give Seth
a small boost.

Adam took the small bag of refuse from Seth. "Here,
let me finish that up for you Seth."

"Would you?"

"Sure."

Rolling his eyes, Adam gave Dario the go ahead to
engage Seth in some conversation.

"New calling, huh Adam?"

"Permission to give Clay a belt, Chiz?"

"Hey, Clay can fight his own battles, but I've found
he's very good at tongue massaging feet!"

"Sounds like this guy I knew that had terminal
illness."

"Huh?"

"Never failed. Everytime he went to board his flight,
he got sick."

"Oooooh boooooooo," Clay called out at the horrendous
joke.

"Seth?"

"Yes, Uncle Ian?' Seth called up from the seat he
occupied next to Dario and Shaheen.

"Well, normally Seth would say this, but it's landing
time, guys."

"Thanks sweetheart!" Adam replied.

"If I didn't have to get back to the cockpit, I'd
pound your ass into the ground, Adam."

Clay says, "That could be a long, long way down, too!"

So, instead of taking their assigned seats, the four
took a row, leaving the three jocks near each other.
Soon the brakes were grinding the wheels into the
pavement and the plane taxied to the terminal.

"Oh, I think I've suddenly developed a case of
terminal illness!"

"Then you better stay on the plane, Clay and ride it
home!"

"Thanks. I love you too, Chiz!"

As Dario grabs his gear from the overhead, Seth takes
his from a compartment up front. They see Ian hand
Seth a wad of bills.

"And keep outta trouble, Seth."

"I will, Uncle Ian. Thanks!"

Adam replies, "Well, I'll be damned! The old geezer
does have a heart!"

"Adam, I'll get you on the return flight!" Ian
replies, after over hearing the intended pun.

Adam runs as fast as he can out of the plane, but
slowed as he exited the little hallway.

"Oh man, it's brutal down here!"

"It's called, unseasonably hot," Seth pointed out to
Clay.

"Oh, Chiz remind me to call Michael."

"I already did and left a message."

"You didn't say anything about..."

"I think you'll be feeling much better by the time we
return."

"Thanks Chiz."

Shaheen, feeling the heat, has his shirt wide open,
catching the breeze as they enter the main terminal.
Dario spies the deep tanned abs, below the black hairy
chest, the thick, defined trail down his stomach. He's
so close, he can almost taste it. His hand wants to
feel it up, but it wouldn't be too cool in public.

"We've gotta get you some clothes, Shaheen."

"Not on my salary."

"I've got some money," Seth offers.

"No, Seth, I can't go spending your money."

"But I've got a lot here."

"No, you've got to pay for your room and board."

"Okay."

Shaheen could see the disappointment on Seth's face,
as did Dario.

"Hey, Seth?"

"Yeah, Dario."

"I have some clothes in my gearbag and between the
both of us, I bet we have plenty for the three of us
to wear."

"Yeah, I think I have enough clothes."

"Great, then between the two of us, we can help out
Shaheen. Maybe if you and I have some money left over
at the end of the vacation, we can buy three matching
tee shirts."

Seth perked up, liking Dario's ideas. Shaheen saw the
logic Dario used, but sensed more in the jock. There
set about him a brotherly concern for Seth, as well.

Adam and Lucas never left Clay and Chiz alone. They
even dragged the two, along with the trio of jocks,
with them to claim their baggage. After that, they all
shared a limo to the 'Exile' resort.

"Looks like a nice place."

Lucas says, "Leave it to Adam to get us the best
suite."

"Don't forget about our three young lads here!"

"Do you think you three boys can handle a king-sized
bed?"

"If it's a little squishy, I'm sure neither of us will
mind," Dario, who's become the speaker for the trio
comments. "Oh wait," thinking of his sensitivity,
Dario asks, "that okay with you Seth?"

"Fine with me, as long as I have enough to cover it."

"How much do you have there, Seth?"

"Whatever my uncle put in my hand. Lemme see... one,
two... um, three... four...five.... five thousand."

The guys almost fell out of their car seats!

Dario says out loud, "After we get settled your taking
us shopping for clothes, Seth!"

Like handing him a plate of gold, Seth put on the
biggest grin.

"Sure and we can buy Shaheen some clothes now!"

Shaheen could have protested, but something shot
through him when Seth put his arm around his shoulder
and drew him in for a hug. He slowly worked his arm
around Seth's back, his fingertips clenching his
torso. He's wanted to do that to a guy for so long. So
engrossed was Shaheen in that fact alone, he turned
his head kissed Seth on the cheek.

"What was that for, Shaheen?"

"I don't know Seth. Sorry."

"Don't be. It felt good."

Dario looked at the two and stood there happy that the
two were coming out of their shells.

"C'mon amigos. Let's get settled so we can hit the
malls!"

The seven assemble at the Exile check in counter. Adam
does the talking, which requires some manhandling,
coercing the man in charge to do some room swapping.

"Well, if you can give us an hour, I can arrange to
have the southwest Suite, that overlooks the
'Southerwest Pool', converted to two full sized..."

"I'd prefer two king-sized..." Adam negotiates.

"Maybe you need to talk with the manager."

The cute guy disappears and out steps a rather
pleasant, older dude.

"Hi, I'm Adam Attkins and I originally placed a
reservation for the Southwest Suite and..."

"Aren't you Lucas Truesdale?"

"Yes, that I am."

"I have all your CD's. Hey, Frank?"

The original man reports back to the desk.

"This here is Frank Simonetti. Frank, meet Mr. Lucas
Truesdale."

"Hey, Jack, isn't this the guy you listen to?"

"Yeah, Frank it's the guy I drive you all crazy with,
listening to him over and over and..."

Frank turns a little pink at Jack's 'compliment'.

"My name is Jack and anything you need, you ask Frank
or myself and it's yours."

"They want two kings moved into the Southwest Suite,
Jack."

"I don't care if they want fifty moved in there,
Frank. You will accomodate Mr. Truesdale and his
friends."

They could sense Frank didn't like what the opera
lover had spelled out for him, but they figured he
liked his job.

"What can I do for you kids?"

"They're with us!" Lucas called out.

"Oh and Frank, put the kids up in the Junior Suite.
Bet you boys'll wanna slip in the pool for a midnight
dip!" The old man gave Dario, Shaheen and Seth a wink.

Another chip to add to Frank's shoulder.

"Excuse me, Jack?"

"Yes, Mr. Truesdale?"

"Call me Lucas."

"Very well, Lucas."

"I want to thank you for giving us every courtesy. I'm
not sure if you remember, but we have been coming here
for the last four years."

"You have? Damn and it would be my luck that I picked
this year to come home."

"Come home, sir?"

"Yes, I just recently sold our California resort. I'm
getting too old to keep up two places. I'll be around
here for good now."

"I'm sorry to hear of you having to give up your other
place, Jack."

"It's just as well. Heey, I have to see about the
dinner arrangement. Gosh, now that you're here, we
have a real celebrity in our midsts. This dinner has
to be the best."

"I think that you will be amazed that you have two
celebrities, Jack."

"Oh, gosh, I thought I recognized him."

"Whom?"

"Isn't that the kid from the Backstreet Bums?"

"Backstreet Bums?" Lucas questions.

"Yeah, the Latino," Jack claims.

"No, I don't think so, but over there, standing next
to Adam is Clay Hawkings."

"Not 'the' Clay Hawkings from the Broadway stage?"

"One and only and his partner is Chiz Caramallo,
nephew of the benefactor of 'Long Distance Lover'."

"Oh my! We've gotta be on our toes this week!"

"Jack, don't do anything out of the ordinary. I think
you'll find that we're all everyday folk. We don't put
on airs, so just KISS."

"Kiss? I'd love to kiss that Latino!"

"No, Jack. I mean K-I-S-S. Keep It Simple... and we'll
leave the last S."

"Oh c'mon. I've been around. I can take it, Mr.
Truesdale."

"Stupid?"

The old man roared at the saying, as if one of Adam's
jokes.

"You can do me one small favor, Jack."

"Anything Mr. Truesdale, you name it."

"How about keeping it an 'opera-free' week about
here?"

"Mr. Truesdale!"

"Um, except maybe the singing in the shower I might be
doing."

"Oh?" What time do you take your shower?"

"Suppose I give you a call right beforehand, Jack?"

Jack began liking Lucas Truesdale right away and they
both struck up an immediate friendship. When they went
to pay their bill at the end of the week, they would
see just how strong that friendship would persist,
racking up memories for each other.

As the trio of boys neared the Junior suite, passing
by the 'North Pool', sounds of zippers unzipping, as
well as sneakers getting kicked off and carried. In
their room, the three nearly, stripped, dropped their
briefs, tossing them in a chair or on the bed.

"Oh man, Shaheen you are one fox stud."

"I like your body too, Dario. I like Seth too."

Dario could tell the two weren't the typical,
outgoing, horny gay guys. That's okay. He'd head them
in the right direction before too long. Like a bat out
of hell, Dario shot right out of their room and into
the pool. Seth held a towel in front of himself.
Shaheen slowly made his way out, behind Seth, almost
as if using him for a shield.

"The water's great guys. C'mon in!"  Dario called out.


The two cautiously made their way out. Their eyes
became glued on Dario, watching the mostly smooth
nineteen year old jump up and down on the diving
board, his cock and balls jumping like Mexican jumping
beans, flopping up and down with his movement. He did
a perfect dive into the watery deep.

"C'mon guys. There's nobody here but us!"

True. They looked around and the only guy they saw,
had been way down the other side of the building. They
gave up their shyness, but like Dario, made a quick
plunge.

"Oops!" Seth said. "I forgot to let go of the towel!"

The three laughed, even though Dario called out, "You
dipstick!"

They horsed around for about an hour and then just
rested in the shallow end.

"This is great, huh guys?"

Dario tried not to let it show, but he wanted Shaheen.
Wanted him badly. The water made his black pubic
region sway like aquatic plants in a lagoon. Something
drew him to Seth as well. Dario could lick his chops,
gnawing along the ribs of Seth's washboard abs. What a
vacation, he thought, with a twenty year old sheik and
an eighteen year old hot jock. Definitely he would
make sure he slept in the middle of the bed so that he
could take advantage of the best of both worlds.

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