Date: Mon, 12 Sep 2005 17:45:56 -0700 (PDT)
From: resq merman <merman_resq@yahoo.com>
Subject: Responders chapter three

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, a Division of R and G Enterprises.
Thank you.


Chapter Three: Dinner or... something else...

TSSH!!!

Luke took a long sip off his beer before flopping down
onto the couch. He had changed out of his flight suit
and wetsuit back at the station and now at home, wore
just a pair of khaki cargo shorts.

Did you see those two guys?

No, Luke, I'm completely blind.

Brad stood in the doorway to the kitchen also in
nothing but cargoes, holding a glass of rum on the
rocks. Taking a swig, he sat on the end of the couch
opposite Luke.

What do you think, probably 17, 18?

Luke took another sip of his beer.

I'll give you that. Man, that redhead was rugged!

Yeah, the other guy was a little smaller, but I'll bet
they workout or swim, or something.

Yup, and speaking of swimming?

Both men finished their drinks and walked outside to
their dock. Moored to the dock were a 22-foot
jet-drive ski boat and an 18-foot pontoon boat. Brad
dove off the end of the dock, surfaced thirty feet out
into the lake, and turned to face the dock, where Luke
should have been. Brad spun in the water looking
around; Luke was nowhere to be seen. The next thing
Brad knew he was being pulled under water. He soon
surfaced next to Luke who was laughing hysterically.

Oh, you think your funny! I'll show you funny!

Oh Yeah! You should've seen the look on your face!

Brad and Luke wrestled in the water for a few more
minutes until they were both laughing too hard to
continue. Brad grabbed Luke from behind while standing
in the shallows, leaned in and kissed his lover's
neck.

I love you Baby, he whispered in Luke's ear.

Luke turned to face him and the two men kissed deeply,
their tongues probing each other's mouths, finally
parting when both men were nearly out of breath.

I love you too. Come on, I'll make some dinner.

The two men playfully walked back to the house. Brad
swatted Luke on the backside and was pushed out onto
the lawn in return. Brad ran to catch back up with
Luke before he could close the door, but Luke was
running too and was almost to the refrigerator when
Brad caught him. Throwing Luke against the fridge,
Brad kissed him again.

Hey! Do you want dinner or maybe a little something
else? Asked Luke, grabbing the front of Brad's shorts.

Umm... hum... dinner first then we'll see.

Luke pushed his lover away, turned, and opened the
fridge.



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. Thank
you again.  Merman_Resq@yahoo.com