Date: Sat, 17 Jun 2006 12:37:44 -0700 (PDT)
From: resq merman <merman_resq@yahoo.com>
Subject: Responders chapter ten

Disclaimer: The following story is a work of fiction.
Certain characters are based loosely on people known
to the author, other similarities to actual persons,
places, and events are purely coincidental. This story
also includes graphic homosexual acts, some by minors.
If this material offends you or is illegal in your
area please stop now. The name Aquatic Rescue Response
has been used with permission of Aquatic Rescue
Response of Maine. Thank you.



Chapter Ten: Training Day

TWEET!!!

SPLASH!!!

Pete had jumped off the five meter platform covering
his mask with one hand holding his survival
vest/harness down with the other as soon as the
whistle blew. Surfacing he immediately started side
stroking for the opposite end of the pool almost one
hundred meters away. The training pool at the Aquatic
Rescue Response facility was the biggest Pete had ever
seen, one hundred meters long, fifty meters wide, one
meter in the shallows, and twenty meters in the deep
end. At the deep end were two platforms five meters
above the water, one just a flat deck, the other a
mock-up of a helicopter, and one flat deck platform at
ten meters. Pete swam to the floating manikin, grabbed
it under the arms, swam back to the deep end, loaded
the manikin into the rescue basket suspended in the
water, backed away, and gave the signal to raise the
basket to the imaginary helicopter at the top of the
platform.

GET OUT OF MY POOL!!!

Pete hastily swam to the edge of the pool, pulled off
his fins, leaped onto the pool deck, and snapped to a
rigid attention facing Mike Harris with his fins in
his left hand.

DROP YOUR FINS!!! STAND AT EASE!!! Good job, Nueclo,
take a break.

Mike Harris; formerly Chief Boatswain's Mate Harris,
Michael F., USN(ret.); was in charge of all A.R.R.
training. Despite the fact that he was only
thirty-nine, most of the guys thought he had been a
Chief since Christ was in boot camp. Just the sheer
bulk of his six foot frame was enough to intimidate
most people until they got to know him. Getting to
know him, one discovered a driven man. Nothing meant
more to him then protecting lives: the lives of his
men, the lives of the public, any life in danger,
laying down his own if need be. He just hoped he
instilled some semblance of that ethic in the men he
trained.

TRAINEE NUECLO!!!

Pete bolted from the shaded spot where he was resting
back to in front of Mike, snapping back to attention.

SIR! TRAINEE NUCLEO REPORTING AS ORDERED, SIR!

TWO HUNDRED METER WARM UP! DO IT!

Pete grabbed his fins, jumped in the water, and put
the fins on. Pushing off he rapidly side stroked to
the other end of the pool turned and came back. Just
as his fingers touched the wall Mike's voice boomed
again.

ON THE TOWER! HELO INSERTION!

Pete pulled his fins off again, jumped out of the
pool, and scrambled up the ladder to the platform with
the helicopter mock-up on it. Clipping a safety line
to his harness he sat with his flippered feet dangling
into space above the pool. He could see this time was
going to be harder. Mike had turned on the two deck
monitors. Each monitor flowed over one hundred gallons
of water per minute turning the surface of the pool
into a spray beaten chop. This was a close
approximation to what the water would be like actually
jumping from a helicopter. Tightening the straps on
his face mask he gave Mike a thumbs up.

TWEET!!!

Unclipping the safety line Pete plunged to the
turbulent water. Fighting the spray Pete swam to the
other end of the pool, grabbed the manikin again, and
dragged it back under the simulated helicopter. Again
loading the manikin into the basket, he backed off and
gave the raise signal.

HOOK UP!!!

Pete swam over near the edge under the platform where
a cable was suspended with a hoist hook on the end.
Attaching the hook to his harness Pete gave the raise
signal, Mike shut off the monitors.

Good job, Nucleo. Stow your gear and get cleaned up.

YES SIR.

Pete unhooked, swam to the side, took his fins off,
and climbed out onto the pool deck. Removing his vest
and harness, he hung his survival gear, fins, and mask
on the drying rack. Unzipping the back of his
shorty-wetsuit and peeling it off his shoulders he
walked into the locker room with the wetsuit around
his waist.

Standing in front of his open locker he stripped off
the wet suit, grabbed his towel, and headed for the
showers. Quickly rinsing the chlorine from his body he
shut off the water dried himself then wrapped the now
damp towel around his waist. Back in front of his
locker Pete finished drying then got dressed in a dark
blue flight suit and steel-toed black leather
paratrooper boots. Returning to the pool deck Pete
hung his wet suit to dry and hurried back inside to
the classroom. Mike was sitting on the edge of the
table at the front of the room talking to Brad, they
both saw him come in.

Mike says you did well today.

Yes, sir. We were drilling all day. If being exhausted
is any indication I must have been doing something
right.

You did good, I'm gonna sign off so Brad here can
start taking you up in the bird.

Thank-you sir.

Go home, get some rest and I'll see you at zero six
tomorrow.

With that Mike got up, shook Brad's hand then Pete's,
and left the room. Brad and Pete also started heading
for the parking lot.

You got a ride home?

Yeah, I've got my father's truck and I'm headed over
to John's for dinner.

Good. How is he?

He's doing really well. He wants to come down tomorrow
and fill out his app.

Good, good. I'll make sure it's in your mail box.
Well, I'll see you in the morning.

Thanks Brad. See you later.

By this time they were both near their vehicles,
climbing into their respective trucks they both drove
off. At the first stop light Pete reached for his cell
phone. After placing the ear piece in his ear he hit
the send button to activate the voice dial feature.

SAY A NAME.

John.

CALLING John.

The feminine voice of the phone acknowledged him
followed by his own recorded voice saying John's name.
Two rings were all it took.

HEY BABY! Out of work?!?

Yeah, I'm on my way over. Need anything?

Just you, see you in a few.

Ok, I gotta stop for gas then I'll be there, probably
about ten minutes. Love you, Babe.

Love you too.

Hanging up Pete pulled into the gas station and fueled
the truck. Going inside to pay he decided to pick up a
bag of chips and some ranch dip to have as an after
dinner snack. Climbing back into the truck Pete
remembered he had told his mother he would call home
after training before going to John's. He hit the send
button once on his cell phone.

SAY A NAME.

Home.

CALLING Home.

Nueclo Residence, Anya speaking.

Hey An, were you sitting on the phone or something?

NO, I just hung up with Papa, he's working late
tonight.

Oh, Mama around?
Yeah, she's out by the pool, hold on. MAMA!! PETE'S ON
THE PHONE!!

Pete?

Hi Mama! I got out of training and I'm headed over to
John's.

Ok, any idea when you'll be home?

Uh, I'm just pulling in there now, I'll call later and
let you know.

Not too late though. You're Papa is going to be late
getting home and I want one of you here before dark to
close up the pool.

Ok Mama, talk to you in a little while.

Take care of John, give him our love.

Pete hung up the phone, pulled into John's driveway,
and shut off the truck. Looking up he saw John
standing on the stoop.

Hey stud!

Hey gimp! I brought some chips.

GIMP! If I wasn't still on a restriction I would kick
your hot little ass!

Who's going to kick whose hot little ass!?!

Grabbing each other around the waist the boys let
their hands slide down to cup the other's ass cheeks.
Pressing their lips together they let their mouths be
probed by the other's tongue.

PEWW!!! You smell like a swimming pool!

Yeah, and what's wrong with smelling like a pool?

Nothing, you're just making me hot and that flight
suit, MMM MMM!

And let me guess, you've just been fucking off all day
in those mesh shorts and that `beater?

Of course!, I've had nothing better to do then wait
for you!

So you've been a lazy bitch.

Come inside and I'll show you lazy!

That raised Pete's eye brow, taking his hand he led
John into the house. Walking into John's bedroom Pete
gasped.

Holy Shit Babe! What brought this on?

I got bored and with you at work I had nothing better
to do!

Looking around the room Pete took in the changes John
had made. The bed now had the head at the window, the
computer desk was in the corner where the bed had
been, and the dresser was now tucked into the corner
by the closet door so both could be reached at the
same time. Pete drew John close and gently kissed him
on the lips.

I'm impressed, maybe I should get you stranded at my
house one of these days when I'm at work!

Not likely! I'm no one's bitch!

John pushed Pete away playfully, Pete tackled him onto
the bed and tickled him. The two boys rolled around
kissing and tickling each other until John got the
upper hand and pinned Pete to the bed. Both were
laughing and panting.

Didn't you bring chips??

Yea^Å

JOHN, PETE!!!

WHAT MOM!?!

DINNER!!!

BE RIGHT DOWN!!! Come on Babe.

John hopped off the bed then reached over and pulled
Pete to a standing position. Again the boys drew close
and kissed each other softly on the lips before
heading through the bedroom door, bounding down the
stairs, and skidding to a stop in the dinning room.
The table was set with four places. Patrick was
already sitting at the head of the table and Micheala
was standing carving off thick slices of the ham she
had made. Also on the table was a bowl of mashed
potatoes, a bowl of cooked sliced carrots, a bowl of
fresh made apple sauce to dip the ham into, and a
pitcher of homemade iced tea with plenty of ice.
Sitting, the boys thanked Mrs. Cole and started to
place the food on their plates. Small talk about
everyone's day was made over the clink and scrape of
silverware against plates.

After clearing the table when everyone was done and
having placed the plates, glasses, and silverware in
the dishwasher, the boys retired to John's room.
Throwing in a video game they lay face down toward the
wide-screen television. Two hours later and with no
obvious winner, they changed to a movie. As they
leaned against the headboard watching the movie they
held each other, John's head on Pete's shoulder until
they fell peacefully asleep twenty minutes before the
credits started to roll.





Thank you for reading at least this far. This has is
my first story I have been confident enough of to post
online. Feedback and comments are welcome, however if
you feel the need to flame I will, as the firefighter
I am, assume that you are on fire and take appropriate
action comenserate with my training. Also, I apologize
to those of you reading this story from outside the
United States. Depending on your country of origin, I
may or may not reply to your comments for security
reasons. Thank you again. Merman_Resq@yahoo.com