Date: Wed, 29 Mar 2006 12:58:07 -0800 (PST)
From: T. Chase McPhee <survivalgame@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Tidelight Zone 06

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

%

"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.


%

"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."

%

"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!"

%

"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!

%

"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!

%

6 continued....

Copyright 2006  T. Chase McPhee
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