Date: Mon, 20 Feb 2006 11:46:27 -0800 (PST) From: T. Chase McPhee <survivalgame@yahoo.com> Subject: The Tidelight Zone 02 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" 02 wriTten by T. Chase McPhee % Even though their parents requested it, the four friends decided on dining at their own private table. Anthony has the guys lean in, to tell them, "Check out the babe sitting at the bar." Other than Anthony's, three heads turn towards the bar. "Damn guys, do you have to make it so obvious?" Elton replies, "What a hottie!" "I found him first," Anthony claims responsibility. "Only one problem with that," as Anthony gets a sock in the shoulder, by Elton's fist, "you're already attached!" However, it's Marc whom picks up on the features, "In my book, he's def a hottie!" Getting clammy, Elton changes his mind, wavering his hand as measurement, "Semi-hot." "You better say that, El or else I'm outta here!" Elton knew his nineteen year old lover joked, but Anthony added, "Hey, maybe we should invite him over for a drink?" "I take that back. He's a full-fledged hottie," Elton replies. "What?" "Yeah, fix Mehmet up with a dinner date," Elton changes the subject. "No thank you," Mehmet replies. "Well if you don't want him, Mehmet, he's fair game," Marc says, getting up out of his chair, cracking his knuckles. After Marc vacates his seat, Mehmet tells the remaining couple, "Besides my father is sitting over there. If he ever finds out that I'm gay, well let's just hope he never finds out." "But it's okay, Mehmet. My mom will talk to him and put things right," Elton replies. Anthony adds, "Yeah, El's mom is into that kind of `smooth it over with the rents' stuff." "No. My father will never accept the idea of a man loving a man." To break the ice, Elton comments, "Looks like Marc's scored already." "Yeah, let's make room for another plate," Anthony agrees with Elton. Elton snaps his finger, upon which a waiter catches Elton's eye. Pointing to his plate, the fellow catches on, nodding at the will of suggestion. "Hmm, I wish I could command a guy that easy," Anthony suggests, only for Elton's ears. "I hope it's this guy, or you're in big trouble, dude!" Without reservations, Anthony assures Elton, with a peck on his cheek. "Hey guys, meet Jay Bontempo. These are my good buddies, Elton, Anthony and Mehmet," Marc introduces the `hottie'. "Pleasure to meet you fellas," Jay says, in an outgoing manner, reaching to shake each of the young guys' hands. "Mehmet, that's Egyptian, isn't it?" Jay asks right out, as he sits between the light brown skinned teen and Anthony. "Yes, although my father is of mixed French blood," Mehmet educates Jay. Lost for words, Jay replies, "Still, um nice thing to have." "Can I freshen your drinks, gentlemen?" The waiter asks. Anthony, seeing that Elton's eyes are lingering too long on the twenty-something waiter, steps on his toe. "Oh! Oh yeah, sure, here sir, I mean mister, I mean..." El fidgets for words. Anything, to get him out of hot water, this time! Extracting his little badge from his white shirt, the waiter replies with a smile, "The name's John." "John what?" Elton asks, suffering another one of Marc's heel to his toe. "John Battelle." However, did Elton get a jolt, when John turns to Anthony and asks, "And you are? I mean, would you like me to freshen your drink, sir?" At least Elton didn't do any foot stomping. For himself, it was just good enough to punch Anthony's leg with a hefty swing of his own, against it. "Um, sure, you can freshen this up for me, John," Marc replies, smiling. "Right away, sir." "Take notice how John skipped right over me and went for you?" "Jealous, El?" "Me? Jealous? Oh no. Why would I want to be like you, Anthony?" "Me? Jealous, El?" Marc pipes up, "Hey guys, can we cool it in front Jay here?" "Hey, that's fine with me. Might even be able to help you out, since I'm getting my degree in psychology," Jay tells them. Elton replies, "I don't think we're ready for a head-shrinker yet, but thanks anyway Jay." "Um, can we change the subject here? This is supposed to be pleasure, not business?" Marc stresses. "Well, if you guys change your minds, I graduate after one more semester and I'll be hanging my shingle out right here in the Fairmont Kea Lani." "Right here, Jay? In the hotel?" Marc probes. "Yes. I've convinced the owners that people arriving in Hawaii, are essentially getting away from it all, which means they are trying to leave behind stress and anxiety. I suggested to the owners of Kea Lani, why not send them home with some strategies to work out on their return?" "Sounds like you've got it made," Elton tells Jay. "Yeah, well it helps that my old man owns the resort!" "Oh, so does that mean the meal is on the house?" Marc jokes. "Depends on what you order for dessert, Marc," Jay replies, sort with a grin. Nobody but Marc could tell that Jay Bontempo's hand lay on his fellow Italian's thigh, rubbing, getting closer to the part between his legs. Acting like he didn't get it, Marc replies, "The Pina Colada Cheesecake looked good!" % "Well, tomorrow's the big day, Steve." "Yeah. Let's just hope this `cappy' is as friendly as Captain Holden, huh Jerry?" "Damn right. `Gay' would help. Another beer, Steve?" "One more, thanks. Um, why did you say `gay'? You don't know, Jerry, or you do know and just plain is not saying?" Steve replied, taking up Jerry's offer for the third time. Sitting out on the back porch of the beach patrol quarters, the two officers, lounge in the hot tub, within the enclosed boundaries of the station. For the past half hour they've been recalling how life has evolved since arriving at the beach outpost. "Oh, I haven't a clue, Steve, but I hope he is as liberal as Captain Holden when I got here." "Yeah, I remember that day you came on board, Steve." "Oh?" "Yeah. Thought of you as the `hottest thing' going," Jerry signals the hot title, using his beer bottle and two fingers, as quotes. "Is that a fact, Jerry?" "Yeah. That first night I jerked off, like a young kid, fantasizing you fucking the hell outta me!" Steve laughed, then took another chug of his beer. % 2 Continued.... Copyright 2006 T. Chase McPhee This story may not be sold or made part of any collection without prior written permission.