Date: Sun, 24 May 2009 16:14:14 -0700 (PDT)
From: T. Chase McPhee <survivalgame@yahoo.com>
Subject: OLuFsEN & SONs 22

The story below is a work of fiction, set in the format of reality. Any
resemblances to real people, alive or in the hereafter, is entirely
coincidental in nature. It is not meant to accurately reflect upon persons,
in towns, cities, countries, nor governmental areas, 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. Remember guys, this is fiction. In real life, use
protection.

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OLuFsEN & SONs 22
wriTten by T. Chase McPhee

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As Erik wanted everything perfect for their `guests', so did the boys. He
reminded them, "And make sure the Tv area is cleaned up boys?"

Their idea of cleanliness was to make sure all of their Spiderman DVD's
were perfectly stacked and the sofa nice and comfy. For after they
mentioned their collection, it would be suitable for hours of viewing. It's
then Zack thought of something, running to the kitchen, Jase in tow. "Hey
Uncle Nick!"

"What?" he asks.

"Ya got any popcorn?"

"Yeah," Jase wants to know too, "for when the guys and us watch Spiderman?"

Catching the words, coming in from the backyard, Erik warns them, "It's
going to be a beautiful day outside today. You're `not' going to be sitting
indoors watching Tv."

But the boys had more than watching Spiderman on their minds, Zack telling
his dad, "But we gotta watch something while you and your honey are up in
bed making whoopee!"

 "'Whoopee`? Where did you get a word like that?" Then remembering `every'
word that's come out of their mouth lately, came from one source, Erik
gathers, "Not the pool party by chance?"

"Yup," Jase tells. "Zack and me heard two bear-friends say it."

"Bears?" Erik questioned.

Giggling, Gef throws in, "Gee, you guys don`t miss a thing, do ya?"

"Nope!" Zack says.  "There was one called the `otter', the skinny guy with
no hair," he meant smooth bod with a trickle of hair from bellyhole to
beltline.

"Gary," Erik recalls.

"Well he called the hairy 'other' one 'bear' and told him he wanted to go
make some whoopee!"

Then an act of confession, Jase tells, "And we didn't know what it meant so
we asked!"

Horrified, Erik asks, "And what did you find out?"

"Easy!" Zack replied cheerfully. "It's what two guys do in bed!"

The boys figured is was a lot of huggin'n'kissin'!

Erik wondered how far Gary elaborated!

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Abbreviating his wardrobe, Dario wound up back at the computer center,
sneakers without socks, pants without briefs, buckle still needing
attention, shirt on and two buttons fastened. It was all he could do,
remembering which pants pocket he had slipped his ID card into, sliding it
through the slot.

Two minutes later, Shane was tapping his key on the window. Opening it,
Shane asks, "What's the problem?"

"Whew!" Dario wipes his brow off, not that it was perspired, but a sign of
relief. "Fortunately only a cord came loose and fell out. No biggie."

Smiling, Shane tells him, "You better fix yourself." He starts buttoning up
Dario's shirt. "What you need is a man to help take care of you!" And then
after buttoning the next to the last, top button, he says, "There. How does
that look?"

Smiling, Dario replies, "You look good! And by the way, have any ideas on
`who' that man could be to `take care of me'?"

"I might have a name!"

They stood at the door, Dario saying, "I'd like to invite you in, but this
is a restricted area."

"No problem. I just thought I'd stop by and ask if you wanted to do
something later."

With only one thing on his mind, Dario answers, "Like what?" wondering if
he and Shane were on the same page.

Shrugging one shoulder, Shane replies, "Nothing specific. Maybe pizza, a
beer and.... Pick up where we left off?"

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"Foods here!" Gef called out, leading the entourage of chefs, arms full of
food, tin containers and things used by caterers.

"Hey Mr. Olufsen," David Chinnery called out, passing by.

Erik thought he was seeing double when his brother, Jake, passed by,
uttering the same greeting. He wasn't given much chance at meeting each of
them personally, until the end when Hector Cortez walked in.

"Mr. Olufsen, it's so good to meet you," Hector energetically greeted him,
holding a bag of rolls against his chest to free up his hand.

"Nice to meet you too," Erik responded to the greeting and hardy handshake.

"Hey, this here is my little brother, Manuel."

Erik was almost ready to shake the hand of the ten year old when Zack and
Jase get in the way!

"Hey Manuel, this here is my brother Jase and I'm Zack. Can you swim?"

Hector says to Erik, "Manuel's got a swimsuit packed in his bag." Then,
with the trio of boys chatting, he says, "It's really nice of you to let me
bring him along. I couldn't manage getting a babysitter."

"I'm sure he won't be a problem. He seems very well behaved."

And with Erik mentioning it, Hector says to his little bro, "Hey Manny,
don't do anything to make anybody mad at you!"

"Different way of putting it," Erik said as the three hustle away out the
back door. Seeing Hector struggling, he offers, "Here. Let me help you with
that."

"Gracias!" Hector replies.

But, "Oops!" Erik says when grabbing the bag of rolls, Hector's tee shirt
getting caught in his fist. "Sorry `bout that," he apologizes.

"No problemo!" Hector replies, a huge grin attached to his forgiving
comment.

Passing by, on a trip back to the van, Nick warns, "Hey watch the hands
Erik, Hector's only seventeen!"

Purposefully pinpointing Nick with intent eyes, Erik strongly suggests,
"For your information, Hector's shirt got stuck in my hand when I offered
to help him out carrying the bag of rolls!"

And busting Erik's chops, Nick asks, "Is that how it went, Hector?"

Erik seriously comments, "I can't believe you don't believe me!"

To alleviate all odds, Hector tells, "It was an accident. Really. Erik
didn't mean to pick up my tee shirt, Nick."

"Hmm," Nick carried the joke further even though Erik's face reflected
disbelief, "Okay, I believe you now, but if I were you Hector I'd watch out
for Erik's grabby hands!"

With Nick out the front door, Erik says to Hector, "He's joking."

"I know," Hector replies, flashing his gleaming smile. And then as a pun,
"But when I turn eighteen, if you want to, you can feel me up without my
shirt on?"

Then ushering Hector in, Erik makes him feel at ease, telling him, "That's
okay. I'm sure by the time you reach eighteen you'll be fighting the guys
off!"

When Erik stepped out the back door he was `wowed' to say the least. "Where
did they come from?"

Gef was on hand to educate his brother, "Oh, didn't Nick fill you in? The
college is having an affair in a few days and needed a place to stow the
tents, so he volunteered your backyard."

"Free, I hope?"

"Hey, if the college had to find a place they would be paying for
storage. You're doing them a favor."

"Hmm," Erik replies, "and who pray tell is the bearded one dishing out the
orders?"

"Hot, isn't he?" Gef says what he thinks Erik is thinking, the six
foot-something, dark-haired dude in the muscle shirt, swimmers build with
bulging biceps.

"Maybe you should introduce me?"

"I would dear bro, but I don't know his name. Um, I think Gregg Hildegaard
knows him."

Big dilemma, Gef was gone and Erik didn't know who Gregg was. The quick
introductions at the front door didn't stick in his mind. But that plan
dissolved when the `swimmer' approached Erik.

"Hey, somebody said you are the guy paying for all of this?"

"I thought the use of the tents are free?" Erik questioned.

"Oh they are. I just wanted you to know we are taking every effort not to
disturb your grass. It looks like you keep it manicured nicely."

Changing his tune, Erik extends a welcoming hand, "I'm Erik Olufsen."

"Nice to meet you Mr. Olufsen. I'm Noah Lightbody."

`Lightbody', Erik made an instant assessment, `anything but light', in his
mind.

"Hey, I've got to go. There's a big happening at the college this week and
I have to make sure the stage is secure."

"Oh? A musical group?"

"Marroon 5. Ever hear of them?" And before Erik can get a word in, "Kind of
noisy stuff these crazy kids like. Me? I'd prefer some nice soft music,
candlelight dinner, you know, all that romantic jazz?"

"Um, sure," even though Erik did like dance music. "I kind of like all that
romantic stuff myself!"

Thinking Erik was coming on to him, Noah says, "Y'know my partner says the
same thing all the time?"

Then Erik, making the connection too, counters, "Oh really? Y'know my
boyfriend was mentioning the same thing only yesterday?"

Silence prevailed for some seconds as the two reached a stalemate.

"Um, yeah, well," Noah reveals, "Now that we know we both have attachments,
maybe we can be friends?"

Erik took his hand and reaching a mutual agreement, he walked Noah out to
his truck. "By the way Noah, if you and your partner are available why
don't you join us later? I'm sure the party will still be going on into the
early evening."

"Thanks for the asking, but Darryl, that's my partner, is away on a
business trip."

"Then maybe another time."

Waiting for Noah to leave, Erik watched as he contorted his bod in
different directions in order to secure the tarps which had covered the
parts of the tents on the flatbed truck. After Noah expertly backed the
truck up and turned to pull out, he made it an effort to wave goodbye, as
did Erik.

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"Did I mention my shift ended at two o'clock?" Dario asks Shane, after
Shane let him into the gym.

"That you did and it being my time here is my own time, I can leave
anytime!"

"Cool!" Dario replied.

But when they walked out to the parking lot, the problem was `where to go'.

"I pass an Italian restaurant out on highway 10 on my way here, if you want
to try it?"

"Have you been there?" Shane asks.

Dario replies, "A handful of times."

Having his doubts about the quality of the food, "They serve a good menu?"

Teetering his flat hand back and forth on his wrists, Dario says in a
sing-song way, "Ummm so-so. Depends on what you order."

"Well if you've been there a few times and know what to order, then let's
go!"

Shane following Dario in his car, little did he know how Dario really felt
about Cavatelli's Restaurant. He might have thought the food mediocre, but
he smiled, saying to himself over the steering wheel, "'Oh' `yeah'!" With a
huge grin on his face he just pictured Donatello Cavatelli, all spiffed up
in his chef's outfit, his gorgeous face topped off with the tall, white
hat. With distractions like this and Donatello's brother Ricardo, who would
care what on the menu tasted superb! But before he got too far down the
road, Dario considerately affixed his blue tooth and phoned home.

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"Well, you will never guess who `that' was?"

"Dare," Terron put it.

Taking his cheeks between two hands, Jay praises him, "Why do have to
always be so right-on-the-ball?" He kisses Terron on the lips and quickly
backs away.

"I dunno," Terron replies with a happy smile. But then he cut to the chase
when he sensed Jay`s elated emotions, "So, what did Dare want? Huh? Huh?"

"He was all excited, so I hope I got this right. Seems he's met the new
trainer at the gym..."

"The one who took Tony's place?"

"Un-huh," Jay shook his head in the affirmative, "and right now they are on
their way to Cavatelli's for their `first' date!"

"Cool!" Terron said, all high-wired. "Can we go? We need to meet this
guy. Make sure he is okay for Dare!"

"You know hon," Jay coaxes Terron into the comfort of the sofa, "it's not
only Dare who has to let go?"

"What do you mean?"

For a few seconds Jay got tied up in that cute expression Terron shows
whenever he doesn't understand something. However, rather than lose his
train of thought, "What I mean is, just like Dare is breaking away from
you, you have to break away from him."

"Me? It's Dare who had the problem. Me? I'm fine?" And Terron's cheerful
attitude seemed to dictate it.

Smiling, Jay leans in, arm caressing Terron in the pocket of his
armpit. "Listen baby, you're a grown man and can make your own choices now,
without your brother."

"I know. I picked you, didn't I?"

"One of your wisest choices!" Jay mused. Back on topic, "And like you, Dare
needs to make his own decisions... without us butting in. Know what I
mean?"

"But what happens if this muscle guy from the gym is no good for him?"

"Then that's for Dare to work things out. Just like if I turned out to be
no good for you!"

"Oh don't say that Jay," Terron said seriously, almost pouting.

"Okay. I'm sorry I said it and don't take it to heart. Baby, you and me are
going to be together for a long, long time to come."

"How long?"

And basing it on his religious views, "Until we meet the `Big Guy'
upstairs!"

"God?"

"Oh you're so smart. What am I gonna do with you?"

Eagerly Terron tells, "Take me out to Cavatelli's for some pizza?"

Giving in, Jay tells him, "Not like that!"

"Why not?" Terron said, a bit of a sense of humor about him.

"Because the sign outside says, `no shirt, no service'!"

"But it doesn't say anything about `no pants`, right?"

Jay slapped Terron's butt as he hustled up the stairs.

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Copyright 2009 T. Chase McPhee

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