Date: Fri, 7 Jun 2013 10:29:34 -0700 (PDT)
From: Tchase Mcphee <survivalgame@rocketmail.com>
Subject: FiRE iSLAND BiKiNiS 10

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FiRE iSLAND BiKiNiS 10
WriTten by T. Chase McPhee

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Strange thing, about yesterday morphing into a new day, when Jay woke up,
he sensed this wasn't going to be an ordinary day by far, with another
naked man in the bed next to him.

`Quick! Recall,' his mind ran backwards in time, trying to remember the
time between the chocolate brownie and ice cream and waking up, with
Kermit's bare bod lain out next to him... Like on a mission, Jay had to
make it his business to test, see if he still wasn't in a deep sleep,
moving his hand through the canal of their bods, fingertips making contact
at the side of Kermit's torso.

In doing so, Kermit's head slowly turned towards Jay, asking, "Who are
you?"

Gullible, Jay says, "Really? You don't remember? I'm Jay... Jay Evans... We
met..."

"I know," Kermit giggles and stretches."

"Um, do you always wake up, like you've been sleeping with a trick?"

Because he could and Jay couldn't, Kermit rolls over onto his side.

They both look between themselves, Kermit's cock having sauntered over in a
relaxed, deflated state, landing on the back of Jay's hand.

"Feels good. How about you?" Jay lets out a short giggle.

It's the boundary Kermit never crossed with his own brother, even though
times permitted them being naked and close. With the state David was in, it
would have been so easy to touch, in a gay manner of speaking. Now, with
Jay, he wasn't reluctant at all to make up for lost time, "You're not my
brother... rather, I'm not yours?"

It's not like Jay hadn't touched another human being, but as he thought,
meeting so many guys, touching Eric's furry chest, teasing the hell out of
Eric's nips, then with greasing up Jeffry's back with suntan lotion, it was
small play according to how things were panning out with Kermit, "Can you
come a little closer?" he requests.

Closer Kermit came, but didn't leave it, like, himself doing all of the
work to cuddle. As soon as the side of his bod was butted up against Jay,
he reaches over stomach, scoops a hand underneath the opposite side of
Jay's obliques, behind his back and gives a pull, saying, "This is how we
did it last night."

"Last night?!" Jay exclaims. "You mean that wasn't a dream?!"

"Yeah. Dream..." Kermit says it vaguely.

Not understanding, since they were face to face, forced over onto his side,
Jay asks, "And by the way, just how did that dream go?"

Smiling, Kermit replies, "Overall, pretty erotic, but with practice I'm
sure we'll improve on it!"

Then, the dream became as vivid as black'n'white vs. color, but in a
disappointing sense, "I'm sorry I couldn't get it up for you."

Opposed to Jay's opinion, Kermit says, "Well, it's not like it wasn't fun
trying!"

"Um, like I know I don't have much choice and I didn't think I'd ever get
used to it, but it was kind of cool how you teased my lips with your
cock. You get a big kick out that, don't you?"

The way Kermit puts it, "I think, if you could feel down there, you would
have been able to experience how much you liked it."

"Can we try it again?"

"Not now, okay?" Kermit asks.

Jay getting poked in the leg, it was an easy response, "I sense you
wouldn't be opposed to it?" Where his leg felt Kermit's early stages, Jay's
hand irked him on and with a smile on his face, "See? You want it!"

"I have to get ready to open shop soon, okay?"

A bit disappointed, thinking they were going to spend the whole day
together, Jay says, "Sure. No problem," he handles the cold question.

Right now, Kermit heading off to the cafe, Jay suddenly realizes he's
alone!

Lying in bed after having just awakened by the dawn, it came upon him, who
is going to help him up? "Oh my god!" a reaction stirred him into further
thinking, Jay having to like, pee so bad!

Fear turned to sorrow, over the fact, here Jay was, a grown man, with less
facility than a baby, starting to cry, because even though he was in his
own home, he could not make a move to pee in his own mens room. It got
unbearable, so much that Jay became upset and without another person around
to help, had to let loose, saying, "Fuck!"

I about a minute's time, he had soaked himself and the bed up. Having the
ability to deflect the stream, it did not occur to Jay, doing it, the first
time he's done it lying in bed, nothing covering himself. At first,
watching the yellow stream shoot up in the air, his hand was on it, pushing
his cock down, so the warm yellow water cascaded between his
legs. Distraught over the whole ordeal, he knew some was hitting his legs,
even though he couldn't feel anything at all.

Now he was a total mess, both physically and mentally.

Entering their home, as of lately, Jared has called out `something', in
case Jay was preoccupied, "Honey, I'm home!"

All pumped with laughter, not hearing a soul, Jared at least thought it
okay to crack open the bedroom door and see if, whomever was `caring' for
his brother had slept in his brother's or found their way to his room.

Regardless, the door was wide open and with both hands bracing him in the
perimeter of the doorway, Jared asks, "What's up?"

Immediately upon seeing Jay distressed he asks, "Where's Kermit?" Jared
bobs his head outside the door, does a quick scan of the indoor landscape.

"He's gone."

Sensing something terribly wrong, Jared first gets a little teed off, "And
he left you alone?"

"Yeah. He did," Jay sulks.

"Like oh my god! What's that smell?" Jared full well knew the scent his
nose was picking up.

Crying before, Jay had managed to compose himself, but with the thought of
soaked sheets, it starts up, uncontrolled, "I'm sorry. I couldn't help
myself. It..."

With pity and compassion, Jared sits at his brother's hip, reaches to
cuddle his brother in his arms, "Don't tell me... don't fuckin' tell me" he
hesitates, "did I just sit in your piss?"

Jumping up quick, Jay sees a wet stain on Jared's butt, soaking his pants
and slowly spreading.

"Dammit all!" Jared signs, unbuckling, taking out one button, unzipping and
baring his ass as he kicks off his loafers.

Even though screwed over not being able to make it to the toilet and
reacting to it, Jay found a little humor in the matter, "I think you should
go all the way, bro."

"I think you're right," Jared says, reaching his thumbs in the lining of
his Nouguet briefs, shedding them in seconds.

Still without too much humor, Jay says, "You never cease to amaze me,"
about Jared's big cock popping out, bouncing up and down, balls jiggling
around.

He hated seeing Jay down and depressed, both having enough of that stuff
for many months. With even the slightest flicker of coming out of his
latest funk, Jared says, "I suppose you wouldn't mind seeing me go `all
the' all the way?" he loosens his tie.

"I never have minded," Jay reflects on some of the details of their
personal history, like when they had their first get together in bed, then
subsequent brotherly hookups.

Naked from head to toe, except the light dusting of brown fur covering
pecs, striping down his stomach, till it fanned out over his pubes, Jared
stands there, wondering what next to do, now that he's made his brother
happy, looking him over.

"You're beautiful, you know that?" Jay says, like he's voiced opinion a
thousand times over.

"So are you," Jared forgets what's happened, leaping into the bed, his legs
diving in between his brother's knees.

"But Jare..."

"Oh yeah," Jared has a sour look on his face, "I forgot."

"Aren't you going to get up?" Jay raises the question, Jared lying on top
of him.

"Why? Am I crushing anything?"

"Like, who cares?"

"Y'know, if my stomach wasn't pinning us both down," Jared stay wallowing
in the piss and soaked sheets, "I bet you could have almost jumped out of
bed?"

Sulking, falling back into depression, Jay says, "I'm a cripple, remember?"

"And remember Paul saying you can be your worst enemy when it comes to
motivating yourself?"

Jay shoots out with, "Paul's an asshole!"

"I agree to some extent with you there, bro, but now that we are both
putting Paul behind us, let's not think of the negative and of the positive
things Paul did for you?" Jared tries lightening things up.

"Plus all that free counseling you got, Jare?"

"It could have been worse," Jared reflects on their courtship and bedding
affairs.

"How so?"

"It could have been your heart broken, instead of mine?"

It wasn't strange, Jay, muttering syllables of sorrow, reaching up and
taking his brother's head in his hands, pulling their chests together,
initiating a hug which would more resemble loves, a kiss to the side of the
head, Jay whispering in Jared's ear, "I'm sorry it didn't work out for you,
really I am. Looks like we're both losers at love!"

Looking on the brighter side, Jared's head pops up, "So, what happened to
Kermit, that he had to up and leave you alone and defenseless?"

"I don't think he liked it very much that my cock and balls are ready for
the junk heap."

He could have dwelled on it, his brother's junk, but knew a better recourse
is to change the subject, "Don't you want to know how JT visited the
satellite store for the first time today?"

"Oh," Jay was stymied, "sure. You know I'm always interested in the store."

"Like, right," Jared says, of Jay's false pretense.

"I am. Really," Jay replies, unconvincing.

"Whereas he might be a little flaky around us, it's like he's a
Jekyll-Hyde, much more professional around a working environment. Remember
who the store manager and head cashier are?"

After brief thought, something about them, Jay names cartoon characters he
always thought they could be, "Mutt and Jeff? What did they do?"

Using Jay's reference, Jared replies, "With just 2 hours on the job, JT
caught our head cashier, `Mutt', with his hand in the till and after
calling the cops, `Mutt' pointed the finger at `Jeff'!"

"Like, oh-h-h shit! You mean the store manager was in on it?"

Answering Jay, Jared says, "Looks like that little missing money at the end
of the week, for the past 3 months has suddenly turned up, thanks to JT."

"All I can say is, next time you better do more than an average security
check, Jare!"

"We always do our best, but even the most trusted guys can turn out to be
the biggest crooks, which brings me to our new friend, Kermit!"

With all that gladness about his brother's find disappearing suddenly, like
with daggers in his eyes, Jay goes at it, "What the fuck do you mean about
Kermit, Jared?!"

Since his retort was good in nature, Jared laughed first, telling his
brother, "You know, Jay, whenever you suspect something evil of me, you
call me Jared and not Jare?"

"Don't you think you deserve it, placing Kermit in the same company as two
crooks at the store?" Jay says with defiance.

"Okay, I deserve it, but it's not what you think. In fact, this comes from
Scott, complimenting Kermit on the fine way he runs the cafe."

"Oh. That's nice," Jay sulks.

Casually, Jared raises up his chest, placing both arms across his brother,
asking, "I thought you would like to know something about Kermit?"

Sending a message, Jay says, "Like, Kermit who?"

"Oh," Jared reflects on the somber approach, "Kermit's `old news', is he?"

"I was an okay one night stand for him," Jay replies, mentality on a
sinking ship.

Again, a diversion in the works, Jared says, "So, about JT, I think he's
going to fit in perfect at the store, acting as interim store manager..."

"How come JT can't be store manager all the time?"

"Because, dear brother, JT doesn't want the position. He claims he will
love the commute, and doesn't mind taking time off to visit our
vendors. That satisfy you're little question?" Jared replies, slowly
sinking to Jay's level.

Staring into his brother's eyes, there was more on Jay's mind, "I suppose
the days of us hanging out together, or more, is over, huh?"

"We're hanging out now, though it's starting to smell a little raunchy in
here!"

"What's up with you and Scott?" Jay asks, creating his own smoke screen.

"Oh, I almost forgot, about Jeffry, unfortunately, with Eric working in the
display department, JT as interim store manager, I still needed someone to
fill the liaison position between the stores and myself. Sorry to pull
ranks, but Jeffry was informed he didn't have a scholarship for next
semester and has to make some real cash, beyond room and board and a little
stipend."

"Is what you are saying, I should get used to peeing on myself?" Jay draws
up a metaphor for a solo life at home.

"What I was just going to mention to you," Jared replies.

"Something I didn't think of," Jay says, "but what about Jeffry?"

"Like I said, he lost his scholarship because of cutbacks and the salary
involved in taking care of you is not going to fill the void in his bank
account. He's taking JT's position, until we get a store manager. When we
do, Jeffry will be kicked back into the new display department as manager,
of both stores."

"Oh well."

"You're not as broken up as I thought you were going to be?" Jared asks.

"Not really. I mean, look how the weekend started out... Remember you said
I was going to make lots of friends?"

"And you didn't believe me!" Jared jokes.

"Not really, even though I have no reason to ever doubt you?"

It drew them back to the melancholy mood, one having taken hold over them
for the past few years, Jared saying, "On the contrary. You're your own man
now. If there's anything you disagree with, you should tell me... Not that
it means you're always going to get your way!" Jared smiles.

"Trust me, bro, I'm not going to waste the hundred thou you're going to
drop in my savings account?"

Giving his brother a look, Jared says, "Oh, you mean the ten thou?"

"Oh! Was it only ten? I could've sworn you said a hundred?!"

"The con stops here. Now, what's on your agenda for today?"

"I can't believe it," Jay replies. "Like for two whole days I had all these
guys around me and now it's only you and me again!"

"What about `him'?" Jared nods his head.

"Oh yeah! Thor buddy, ole friend!"

Hearing his name called, Thor picked his head up, comes over to the bed,
sniffs, turns and runs out of the room.

"What's with him, do you think?" Jared asks Jay.

"He doesn't go much for your man-scent, Jare!" Jay laughs.

"I don't think I'm the only one," Jared peels his bod off his brother, down
to where there is a hint of his soaked, pubic hair. "C'mon," he grabs Jay's
arms, same time kneeling, "Do you think Thor might want his breakfast?"
Jared hints.

Jay has some hints of this own, "Did you happen to think about picking up
some dog food?"

"I'm on it," Jared replies.

"You can't go out without taking me, since everyone has deserted us?" Jay
reminds his bro.

"What? You can't be independent for twenty minutes?" Jared says, walking
away, stopping for a sec and waiting for a reply.

"Did you forget why Thor thinks we're repulsive, bro?"

"Look," he gets Jay into a sit up position, turns and hoists Jay up on his
back. "I'm going to lightly shower and leave the water trickling on
you. I'm going to run right over to Ali's market, pick up some dog food and
I think you'll be all right?"

"Are you sure you're only going to pick up some dog food?" Jay feels shaky
on being left alone.

"Do you want Thor to starve?" Jared left the inference go right over his
head.

Sitting there in the shower stall, door ajar, Thor's head pushes the door
open.

With Jared gone and not another human being, Jay adopts Thor as his next of
kin, "So, what do you like to do for fun, Thor?"

Jay became his own company, Thor not responding, so Jay made it up, what
Thor liked to do, which after grabbing an air-frisbee, he found Thor liked
to play `frisbee', being a good sport and chasing the air!

Legally, if Jared wanted to use his truck, Jay had to be in the front seat
alongside him, hence the reason the town granted him a permit to have it
there at all. However, the rules were bent a little, Jared bringing up to
the town board, if his truck were parked at the beach house and he had to
travel through the car-less town, he would not have a vehicle to transfer
to, after he got off the pedestrian ferry, with a single lane for cars on
official business, from the island to the mainland. Of course, it wasn't
their business Jared and Jay had enough money combined to buy a fleet of
ferrari's!

So, he didn't think anything of jumping in the truck and heading out on a
mission for some dog vittles. Just as he parked at Ali's Market, turned off
the ignition and stepped out of the car, one foot on the ground, the other
still under the dashboard, his cell rang. Falling back onto his ass, Jared
had already studied the readout, knowing it was the satellite store
calling, answering, "What's up JT?"

JT was all bubbly, telling Jared hurriedly, "This really hot guy just
walked into the store. By word of mouth, he heard about the store manager
getting fired and wants to apply for the job. What do you think?"

Knowing he had to go more on looks, Jared asks, "Is he really that cute?"

"Gorgeous!"

Getting down to business, Jared asks, "You didn't happen to get a resume
from him or was it all about the next Gay Pride festival?"

Surprise in JT's voice, he says, "How did you know he was gay?"

"Oh, I figured you would have gotten it out of him, JT?" Jared replies.

"Uh, yeah, I think we came across it conversation, but yeah, he is very
official, shows up in a suit and tie and has his resume with him. What
should I tell him?"

"Persistent buzzard... he's still hanging around?" Jared asks, still hung
up on JT's `good looks' comment, having a strong desire to stick his foot
back in the truck, make the next ferry and find out if JT's lying!

"I'm curious to know who... Wait a second there, JT," Jared says.

All this time, parked right up to the big windows of Ali's market,
nonchalantly viewing patrons inside, Jared spots a familiar outline of a
guy's bod, shopping cart leading him out of the store. He wasn't sure, but
thought he connected with someone he knew.

Instead of having walked into the store, with his cell dangling from one
hand, the guy came to him, Jared astonished of whom he saw, could not
possibly be the person he thought it was, "Joseph? What the hell are you
doing here? I thought you were supposed to be on a plane to Australia?"

"Change of plans. Last minute the DA's office phoned my boss and said
things were fine, I didn't need to skip town. So here I am!" Joseph
presented it in a nutshell.

It's not that Jared wasn't happy to see Joseph, it's just that, "What
happened to Arrow?"

"He got on the plane. I didn't!" Joseph replies, not offering anything
further.

"Obviously." However, being pretty close to Joseph in friendship, maybe a
little bit more than that, Jared wanted answers. A busy sidewalk was not
the place, him suddenly remember JT on the line, "I've got JT on the line
and..."

"Tell him I said `hi' and oh, I'll call you later. I've got to get the ice
cream in the freezer," Joseph says, making a quick getaway.

Something didn't seem right, but Jared couldn't leave JT hanging
forever. After a brief conversation, Jared found himself in a pickle, a
situation which required him to make the trip out to the satellite store.

JT had checked the dude's resume, finding it top notch, but not the only
place where the applicant had applied, "And if you value masculine beauty,
you've got to at least come take a look at this stud, Jared!"

Not much mention was made of qualifications, which after this, Jared would
make sure JT knew `the rules'. He wanted to cave in, but he had Jay waiting
for him back at the house. Regardless, his loins were fighting him. After
hanging up with JT, saying he would get back to him in 2 minutes, after
cursing himself out, "Fuck!" Jared got a brilliant idea, phoning Joseph!

Caught in transit, Joseph said he would do this favor for Jared, but it
didn't come without a price!

Walking in, neither the doorbell or a knock announcing him, Joseph yells
out, "Avon calling!"

At the top of his lungs, Jay yells out, "Joey, I'm in here!"

What a good dog, his butler instinct kicking in, Thor dashing to the door,
but finding Joey in the kitchen, stashing ice cream in the freezer.

"What is it boy?" Joey knew Thor came to find him, "Lead the way!"

Unable to navigate from the shower stall to another room, Jay calls out, "I
thought you were on your way to Australia, Joey!"

"Keep talking," he followed Jay's voice and Thor, though he knew the
way. "Was, but not," Joseph replied, giggling a little. "What are you doing
in here?"

"Long story," Jay replies, "um, help me out?"

"This place stinks. When are they going to be finished with the remodel, so
you can get some air through here?" Joey asks, pulling Jay up from sitting
near the drain.

"You're wet," Jay smiles.

"Yeah," Joey smirks, hugging Jay. "I wonder how that happened!"

"What's that on your shirt?"

Joey answers, looking down between them, his wet shirt adhering to Jay's
chest, "Probably caramel. I was on my way home when I ran into your
brother."

Jay exclaims, "Mm-m-m, caramel! My favorite!" he laughs, Licking the tidbit
of brown creme off of Joey's shirt.

"A little lower would cause a lot of stimulation?" Joey says, regarding a
few inches from his left nip!

"Want to get it on, Joey?" Jay replies.

"I'll get a towel."

"Oh, Joey, you're no fun!"

"Can you imagine what your brother would think?"

"Yeah," Jay quips, "his tongue would be jealous of you licking my walnuts!"

"Don't tempt me!" Joseph says, towel draped in his hand.

"Joey, do you believe in love at first sight?"

Bending down to drop Jay onto a bench, place there solely for the purpose
for someone to dry Jay off, "Stay put."

"You didn't answer my question," Jay says, leaning, but sitting.

"What's going on in that devious little brain of your's, Jay?" Joseph says,
wiping Jay's chin off with the cream-soaked towel.

"A man's gotta right to dream, doesn't he?"

Wiping Jay up as best as possible, Joseph says, "Depends on the dream!"

"Oh nothing, just making believe your hand didn't have a towel in it and
maybe your fingers were your tongue and the last dab you took off my chin
was... Never mind. In case you're wondering I'm still kind of sticky?"

"I had a feeling this was going to lead to the bath tub!" Joseph says.

In the room which housed the bath tub, hot tub and sauna, which did not
work yet, Joseph goes to work at dismantling his own wardrobe.

"Wow! Two strip shows in one morning. If that don't make me hard, nothing
will!" Jay says, watching Joey peel.

"Did you ever think of doing that for a living?"

"Do what?" Jay asks.

"MC at a gay strip show? You'd be good at it, but don't let me stop you!"

But Jay changes it up, "So, how come you didn't get on the plane. I thought
you were quite smitten with Arrow?"

"Before I even got the call from my superior, something happened in the
airport men's lounge?" Joseph says it like no man would ever not want to
drool over having an answer!

Knowing Joseph, Jay says, "Well I'm sure that's your business, Joey."

"You don't want to know?" Then, catching himself, "I mean, yeah, it `is'
kind of private."

Down to getting Jay into the tub, he says to Joey, "Unless it's not too
private to tell?"

Taking his shorts down, Joseph, on one knee, was staring at Jay's pubes,
explaining, "As soon as we got checked in, Arrow had to go to the men's
lounge. While we were both pissing, he was checking me out. Nothing new
there, I know, but then, after complimenting me on my balls, he..."

"You do have nice ones, Joey?"

"Thanks, but we should get you cleaned up before your brother comes home."

Hefting Jay out of the chair, Jay asks, "What about Arrow and you?"

"Arrow and me? It might have started out sweet back here at your house, but
things went sour when he literally had me by the balls."

"What happened?" Jay asks.

Joseph setting him down for a minute on the tile floor, because engrossed
in his tale, he forgot he had to strip socks off, "I mean, I have no qualms
about consensual play, but when another man, especially one you hardly
know, takes hold of your baby-makers, yanks on them and thinks it's funny,
in front of other men..."

"There were other guys in the lounge when he did it?" Jay asks.

"Four or five."

"Wow! That's nerve! What did you do?"

"I know karate, you know?"

"You didn't, Joey?"

"Nah. Didn't work him over too much. Just kicked him in the balls. I think
that was enough clue to unhand me?"

Jay had a smile on his face, saying, "I wish I had been there. What did you
say to him?"

"Sorry for the pain `down under', better you than me, mate!" Joseph laughs,
thinking it funny, now.

"How did you think that up so fast, Joey?"

"I didn't. It just came out!"

"Maybe you should switch from being a cop to comedy?"

"Private investigator," Joseph replies, "undercover."

Playing on it, Jay says, "It gets kind of cold at night around here. Do you
think you can go undercover with me?"

"How about underwater first?" Joseph says, removing the second sock,
balancing on one foot, which made his long cock hang over his shin.

"Sure. However you want it, Joey," Jay almost with his face in the hairy
pubes.

Like he's agreeing, Joseph goes off topic, "I was thinking about having my
nips pierced. What do you think?"

"On you, Joey, they would look good."

"Ya think?" he questions, seeing Jay look at him, first paying attention to
his hairy chest, vision dropping like dead weight.

By power of suggestion, Jay asks, "Exactly what did Arrow do to your
balls?"

"You really want to know?" Joseph stands with full frontal nudity facing
Jay.

"Not if it's too private?"

"No big deal really. He just had his hand around my balls like this,"
Joseph grabs up his big balls in one hand, "which more than kind of hurt,
because... well I think you can guess..."

"Big balls, Joey!" Jay laughs.

"Yeah, but no laughing matter when Arrow decides to lift his elbow?"

"Oh, so he really did twist your balls?"

"Yeah. Almost felt like the Beatles," Joseph waited to make the punch line.

On the ball, Jay says, "Twist and shout?"

"It could've been funny."

"Sorry. I couldn't let it slide. So what happened to your balls, Joey?"

"Not much. I thought I knew him, but wonders never cease when it comes to
Arrow doing kinky stuff. Well, when I thought he was going to rip them off,
I hit him where it hurts!"

Laughing, Jay says, "Better his balls than yours!"

Like on cue, Joseph's cell jingles, "Just a sec."

Picking up, Joseph answers the call, Jared saying he reached the store,
where JT and the applicant met him right outside, in the boatyard.

However, Jared had to ask Joseph to plan on staying with Jay most the day.

At the satellite store, almost directly on the ocean, the boating season
was just having its kickoff. He was a little on edge, a guy who didn't
officially work for the marine store, selling high end vessels...

JT stood there with Jared, cuing him into the fact, Bron Yubanski,
applicant for store manager, "Knows Jan Bunkerdeck personally!"

"You don't say?" Jared replies, opening a pair of sunglasses, places them
on his face for two reasons; a glimpse of what's going on and so he won't
get snagged checking out the contender for store management!

He walks over to the yacht, hikes up the gangplank and in an effort to
introduce himself to the client, JT does the honors, "Mr. Bunkerdeck, the
owner of the store would like to make your acquaintance."

"You are that famous American actor, no?" the tall blond `viking' says to
Jared.

Bron was silent, but not lethargic in his thinking.

JT says, "He gets that a lot Mr. Bunkerdeck."

"You could be him," Bunkerdeck says, reaching out with both hands to greet
Jared's lone limb.

"Thanks," Jared turns to what he already has made up his mind, the new
store manager, based on JT's raves, "and how are you, Bron?"

Bron follows right along with the charade, the man he's never met, but
wishes he had, "Very well, Mr. Evans."

Jared figured he would stick around, especially since Bron was in the
process of selling the $11,000,000 yacht off the lot.

He told JT to find Tal Karan and set up the special room for those
purchasing luxury boats. If the sale fell through, then the employees would
have a nice afternoon break of French pastries, coffee and tea!

Whether Bron knew it or not, the 29-year old salesman would be up for a
promotion if he made the sale. However, as Jared followed him from room to
room on the lux yacht, he made up his mind sale or no-sale, Bron would be
up for promotion!

Meanwhile, back at the seaside home, Joseph had done what Jared and Jeffry
called `protocol', stripped, sat down in the tub, only after he placed Jay
there.

Giddy, Jay, who couldn't feel `back there', says, "Your weenie is tickling
me, Joey!"

Wise to Jay, Joseph says, "Shuddup! You know you can't feel back there!"

However, Jay could feel down his chest and Joseph wasn't reluctant, as with
the first time he's bathed Jay, allowed his hands to roam over Jay's
shoulders!

"Lower, Joey!" Jay giggles through his teeth.

"I suspect," Joseph says, "your plan is for me to drive my hands way down
here?"

"Uh-oh," Jay, in a hyper mood, laughs out loud, "going subterranean?!"

"Depends on how you mean it!" Like, Jay would not be the only one
benefitting!

"Uh-oh," Jay says again, only trying to look over his shoulder, there
wasn't a sign of playing around.

"What?" Joseph says somberly, reflecting Jay's mood.

"I..." his voice changed pouty, "I think..." Jay acted like he was ready to
cry, "I think I really felt something, Joey!"

"Only one way to find out!"

Joseph was the type of guy who could fool around, but knew his limits. With
Jay, he was very conservative, except now, asking, "Can you feel this?" he
had withdrew his semi-soft cock lodged in Jay's ass crevice and replaced it
with a finger.

"Um, I think. Is that your cock or your finger?"

"If you guessed finger, Jay, you're right on it. Cock? Thanks for the
compliment!"

"Literally!" Jay replies, "Yeah. I feel something! I feel something! I can
feel something Joey!"

"Let's not jump to conclusions, Jay. Are you sure you could not feel
anything there before?"

"Jared and Jeffry both have given me baths. Not that I have asked, but
Jeffry was honest in telling me he thought he was getting hard, but he
would be careful to direct his shaft away from my ass if it bothered me,
because he knows I like to fuck and not get fucked?"

"Seems like you brothers have something in common?"

"Oh," Jay says, "I thought you already knew?"

"Well, from experience, I knew about Jared," Joseph replies.

Jay says, "You know, I don't ask what happens with every guy Jare sleeps
with?"

"Has it been that many?" Joseph jokes around.

"I don't think more than I could count on my fingers. Most of the times
it's been..." Jay stops short, now sure if Jared had mentioned to him their
combined history.

However, it had been discussed, Joseph saying, "You and Jared? I know about
it. It doesn't bother me. It's between you two, though it got me kind of
horny hearing about it!"

"Okay. So, would you stop playing with my ass and get me out of the tub?"

"I love how you put it!"

"Right Joey, I bet you're just about ready to blow your load!"

Standing, Jay looks up.

Sure enough, Joseph is playing with himself, saying, "Wanna watch?"

"You're not going to slime my head, are you?"

"Oh," Joseph says, "forgot about you!"

First he hauls Jay up and out of the tub, Jay requesting, for the big
`blow', he sits on the floor.

"Hey, want to see something really kinky?" Joseph asks, a bright, toothy
smile on his face.

"Don't tell me. You're going to squeeze your balls instead of stroking and
it'll come shooting out?"

"Vivid imagination. See if you can figure this one out!"

Jay watches as Joseph putting his butt against the wall. Then, pushing
himself towards it, almost like magic, his butt goes partially up the wall,
legs against the wall, almost straight.

"Wait. That's Pilates, right?"

"You'll see," he says, now in position, hand going to his cock, which, if
his bod wasn't there, would be like a spigot coming out of the wall.

Figuring it out, like how could he not, Jay says, "You're going to come on
yourself?"

"I always knew there was some smartness in that head of yours!"

Jay wished he could get horny, watching Joseph stroke his 6.5c, sounds
like... each time his vocal interpretation making it clear, he was getting
close.

Out of curiosity, Jay asks, "Like, what's making you grunt like that?" he
laughs.

Joseph blurts out, "Sitting on Paul Wagner's chest and pumping my load down
his throat!"

"Some imagination, Joey. Whatever gets you off!"

Dead-stopping, Joseph says, "And looking at you!"

"Yeah, right Joey. Go back to your sweet dreams with Paul!" Jay laughs.

"Oh really?" Joseph gets other ideas, allowing his legs to fall to his
right side. "You think so?" sits up on his butt, presses his hands behind
himself, upright, his bod standing. "What's Paul Wagner got that you
haven't?"

"Um, a big, hard dick?" Jay still remained humored, with Joseph closing in.

"Other than that," Joseph squats, moves to Jay's level, "I think you two
could be brothers?"

"Nice try, Joey, but don't forget I'm smooth?"

"Oh, so you think just because you haven't any hair on your bod, except for
that scrunched up happy trail, it makes you unattractive?" Joseph's hand
makes a play for the folds of Jay's bellyhole, two fingers ticking up the
stream of hair.

"Joey!" Jay had the feeling of squirming about, his bod just not making the
connection with his brain, except for a little shoulder action. With the
little shiver, Jay accidentally leans his chin too low, the tip connecting
with his smooth chest, "Catch me!"

Expecting to have Jay's chest plastered up against his face, it was an
instant joke Joseph was about to turn into a prank, but he had misjudged,
"What tha?!"

Pushing Jay back to rights, he says, "Terrible kiss, Joey. Can't you do
better than that?"

"Oh sure, but I guess I need more practice with a pair of lips accidentally
falling on my face?"

Game, Jay says, "Okay. So, I'm sitting up here and not falling over. Try
me!"

Tired from squatting, Joseph leaned on both knees, but right away looked
down, finding the tiled floor too cold for the tip of his cock, scooping it
all up.

Jay noticing him look down, "Staying hard for me?"

"Don't get me wrong, Jay. You're hot, but as far as kissing, I..."

"I know, Joey. You don't have to give me the whole nine yards!"

"I'm kneeling here, right in front of you. It would be so easy to... I
don't think your brother would like it very much, me making love to your
dick?"

"My dick? I thought we were on the subject of kissing!" Jay replies.

Even though Joey was rock hard, Jay could see lust in his eyes. What
clinched it was the tongue, grazing over his lips, ending with biting his
lower lip.

It was a longing, a wanting, Joseph sensing Jay's wanting too, but not
quenching his own desires, "If you want it."

"No more than you want it, Joey?" Jay reconciles.

So it went, Joey crawling right between Jay's legs, making sure Jay's bod
was pivoted so it did not cave in forward.

"Feel anything?" Joseph stopped after sucking up and down and then up Jay's
cock.

"I can `feel', Joey. It's that I don't get real hard and have any feeling,
like lava is rushing up the volcano, ready to erupt?!"

It made Joseph giggle, then clear his throat, "I better get back to work!"

It did feel good to Jay, real good. He thought he was going through the
motions, moving about, but did a quick check, it was not an emotion he was
feeling, except in his mind. However, he knew he was feeling it in his
loins and with Joseph gulping it up, could not tell it he was getting
hard. Though he had to commend his cocksucker, "Feels good, Joey."

As a man does when he's sucking cock, Joseph looked for the telltale signs,
Jay's face, if contorted in pleasure? Finding it, he pay attention to the
tasty treat, running his tongue up and down the sides, making a regular
meal of it.

Then, both are totally whacked out of their gourds, Jay letting out a big,
"Argh-h-h-h!"

Joseph pops off, semen dripping from his mouth, saying, "Oh my god, Jay!
You came?"

He didn't believe it himself, "I what?"

Spitting all the excess, which didn't go down his throat, Joseph again
utters, "You came. See?" he holds out his hand, gummy white residue puddled
in his palm!

"That was me, Joey?" Jay tried to sit up, but couldn't, in fact leaning.

Reaching out, Joseph passed the gooey mess onto Jay. Still on his stomach,
though half-propped up, Joseph watches as Jay takes his other hand, moves
the semen around, still unbelieving, "I can't believe this is mine! I
came!"

"It's not mine. I didn't come yet," Joseph replies. Though, because of
Jay's revelation, he wasn't feeling much like coming now.

Dropping his hands, Jay says, "Where's your phone? I've gotta tell Jare!"

Wiping his hand off, on the little fur on his stomach, just a stripe to his
navel, Joseph reaches for his pants, digging for his phone, dialing it as
he walked, then knelt in front of Jay again, "The call is on its way."

"Thanks, Joey," it wasn't immune to Jay, the beautiful man on his knees,
splayed, cock and balls in the balance.

"My pleasure."

"I hope you did... get some pleasure?"

Bron had just sealed the deal, he and Jared leading Mr. Bunkerdeck into the
store cafe, mainly utilized for store meetings, but kept in tip top shape
should it need to be used for the purpose intended for right now.

As Jared had communicated to JT, there was Tal Karan, in his blue marine
store outfit, carefully laying out the French pastries onto a platter,
which happened to be French china, as were all the other
components. Jared's parents were of the upper crust and knew how to treat
customers on the same level. It was his mother's idea, creating a more
pleasant atmosphere for signing papers, the room resembling a dining area
of a fine home, with nautical spirit.

"Looks good, young man," Bjorn says to Tal.

"Thank you. May I serve you with one?"

Jared was thinking, `Oh, boy!' knowing Bjorn was flirting. Maybe all eyes
were on the two, but Jared had another thought, checking out Bron. A sweet
scene gone awry, his cell phone vibrates, which made Jared think it was
something else near his pocket!

Answering, "Hello?", off to the side, he's suddenly torn between the big
sale of the day, Bron and what Jay is telling him, Jared unable to jump for
joy, "That's good news, bro," then quickly getting off the phone.

Back at tub-side, Jay says, "I can't believe it, Joey. It's like Jare
didn't even care."

Like a brooding kid, Joseph, who had partially dressed, knelt down, lifting
Jay's head, saying, "I care."

"Joey?"

"What?"

"Take your pants off and lay down on top of me, please?"

"What? I just put my pants on!"

"Okay," Jay moves to plan B, "can you get me dried off and then go to my
room and lay down..." he swallows, "together?"

He didn't think it cool, but seeing how depressed Jay was over what was
said or left unsaid, Joseph began drying Jay off. Placing the 20-year old
back in his wheelchair, he grabbed his shirt and the two traveled through
the house.

More than once Jay complains, "I'll be glad when they take these bumps out
of the floor!"

"I thought they were kind of good. They keep you awake!"

Reaching the kitchen, they see Thor, being a good boy, lying down. However,
Jay remembers something, "Oh, poor Thor."

"Why?" Joey asks.

"Jare was going out to get him some dog food."

"That was around 2 hours ago," Joseph says.

"We should put something together for him," Jay says, holding onto the door
frame, keeping Joseph from rolling him away.

"Next time use the brake?" Joseph says. "Or you'll wind up with a broken
wrist!"

"Thanks for sharing your opinion, Joey!"

Sidetracked for now, Joseph put his shirt on, taking Jay's shirt from
hanging on the chair and helping envelope it over his head.

"I guess we'll figure out something later," Jay says, pulling out a frying
pan from one of the low lying cabinets, made especially for his
`height'. "Do you think dogs like bacon and eggs?"

Sitting down, Joseph says, "I think you're a good cook. Thor will probably
thank you for it."

Hearing his name so often, Thor became more alert, wandering over to where
Joseph sat on a stool, rubbing himself against the bearded man's legs.

"Do you really think I am, Joseph?"

"I haven't gotten the runs yet!" Joseph smiles.

Jay hands him, "You're gross, Joey!"

"Thanks!"

The smile, the whit, it made Jay think, "How come some cute guy hasn't
grabbed your attention yet?" the bacon sizzled.

"Oh, I almost got hooked up a couple of times," Joseph says.

"For awhile there, I thought you and Jare might be a couple?" Jay glances
to Joseph.

"Just keep your mind on your bacon." Then, thinking he better put the
notion to rest, once and for all, Joseph says, "You're brother is really
hot, has it all together, is great in bed, I mean, has an ample amount of
sausage to suck down, but..."

Jay laughs, "Joey, you don't have to be `that' candid?"

Joseph makes excuse, "Just trying to help you get it up, Jay!"

"Thanks. I appreciate it. So, you and Jare didn't connect, but I'm really
glad you're good friends. So, what would your ideal man look like?"

It didn't take long for Joseph to think on it, "Looks is only part of the
equation. I mean, what man would turn down a boyfriend who resembled Matt
Bomer or Zac Efron?"

Joseph left the thought out there, Jay throwing a downer into it, "Like you
say, looks is part of it, but mobility... guys like athletic guys."

"Oh really? Kermit. He's athletic?"

Shot-down attitude, Jay says, "Kermit and me are history, remember?"

"Oh right. Sorry. Forgot," Joseph replies.

"I just thought this minute. It's the first guy I met, that I didn't
mention I was a surfer!" Jay laughs.

"That's probably because you have other qualities, like... Well, I can't
think of them right now, except I know, `you', like Jare, are really a nice
guy," Joseph replies.

"You might change your mind, Joey, after you taste this Spanish omelette!"

"Spanish?" Joseph gets up, almost stepping on Thor, "oh, sorry boy,"
walking over to the stove, easily over Jay's shoulder, because of the stove
not being normal height, "oh, I see. Those little red things swimming in
it?"

"Red pepper flakes," Jay jokes, "it'll make your cock stand up nice and
tall!"

Picking up the bottle, Joseph says, "Oh really? Maybe I could save some
money on Viagra!"

"Get outta here, Joey. You don't use that stuff, do you?"

"Told you I didn't. My timber, stands nice and tall, all on its own!"

"I wish mine would!" Jay looks up at Joseph.

"Just watch it you don't burn my breakfast!"

"Oh geez!" Jay exclaims, the flame too high.

Because of the incomplete interior of the beach house, the only table
compatible to Jay's height was the one out on the porch deck. Jay carried
the orange juice container set between in the pocket of his crotch, plastic
glasses, on the right side of his hip.

Carrying plates, Joseph sets them down on the table, knowing the place
where Jay liked to park.

"Uh-oh."

"Did we forget something?" Joseph asks.

"Yeah. Thor!"

"Just a minute, I'll get a plate."

"No. That's okay, Joey. We can feed him from our plates, but don't tell
Jare!"

Getting settled, they forgot some things, Joseph having to report to the
kitchen for utensils and napkins.

Upon getting settled, Thor happy with chomping on some bacon, Jay says,
"So, how about answering my question?"

"About a man in my life? I thought I did?"

"Uh, like Matt and Zac don't live nearby, so what else do we have to go
on?" Also, knowing `some' things about Joseph, "I know you're into some
kooky stuff?"

"Kooky doesn't play a part in it, but if Mr. Right happened to have the
skills to tie me down and keep me hard, who am I to argue?!" Joseph laughs.

After a chuckle himself, Jay asks, "Okay, so what else?"

"Nothing much else, other than pleasant attitude, likes to do stuff like
mud wrestling, hiking, camping, running after bears..."

Sharing a laugh, Jay asks, "Do you think you can take me camping sometime,
Joey?"

"I don't see why not. Just let me know when you feel up to it. Did I
mention I have some time off from work?"

Jay shoots off to the side, "Isn't being an investigator dangerous work?"

"It can be," Joseph talks up his new position with the DA's office,
"especially undercover at a gay bar, with all those hot boys dancing their
asses off!"

This could go off onto another venturous route, however Jay stuck closer to
home, "Would Thor be allowed to go camping with us? You know? To protect me
from wolves or `bears'?"

Ready to think on it, perhaps leading to something hairier, they weren't
given the chance, a figure walking towards them, surfboard tucked under his
arm.

"Is that Jake? I thought he was working at the Nook?" Jay asks, squinting.

"Can't work around the clock, without some recreation?" Joseph replies,
checking Jake out, not that he hasn't already, refreshing his memory from
neck to navel and beyond!

"Or sleep?"

"Of course. Everyone needs their rest!"

Walking around the perimeter of the marked off place the swimming pool
would go in, Jake shouts, "Hey, do I smell bacon?"

Taking a whiff, Joseph says, "It sure smells like bacon?"

Then, Thor starts barking, running from the deck, into the house, back out
of the house, barking consistently, in the house, out...

"What's up, boy?" Jay asks Thor.

Suddenly, smoke breaks forth, bellowing out of the door, onto the porch.

"Oh shit!" Joseph yells.

In a fit of adrenaline rush, Joseph takes the edge of the pvc table, rips
it away from where Jay is seated and still in control, "Jake! Come help!"

It was all of 15 feet from the pool excavation to the house, Jake throwing
his surfboard down onto the only surface available, stacks of cinder blocks
and rushes to the deck. Since the chair couldn't navigate the stairs, Jake
hugs Jay up in his arms, "I gotcha!"

All the time he's walking backwards down the stairs, Jake is calming Jay,
who is more than a little panicked, bent on only two items left behind,
"C'mon Joey and don't forget Thor!"

"I'm coming," Joseph was on the tail end of his call to 911.

Scared, they all took flight, Joseph coaxing Thor on. Before long they hear
sirens, but the visual looked grim, flames leaping from the house.

Of course, from down the beach people came rushing or walking, those with
concern, others as onlookers.

Still isolated, Jay was surrounded by 3 who cared for him, his lifelong
buddy, Jake, Joseph, who is always there for him and hovering in front of
him, separating him from the house on fire, Thor.

"Did you call Jare?"

"No," Joseph says, "I better, huh?"

Of more concern than himself, something which could be as precious to him,
as Jake, Jay asks, "Where's your board?"

Jake replies, "Let it burn. When I tossed it aside to fetch you, I heard it
crack. Only problem, I had borrowed it from Blue. I was on my way to show
it to you!"

Knowing it was owned by one of the world's best surfers, Jay asks, "Sorry
about your board."

Cocking his head, Jake says, "Fuck the board!" Jake reaffirms his hug
around Jay's shoulder.

Seconds later, fountains of water are seen cascading over the roof.

"I think it was my fault. Jare's gonna, like, kill me for setting it."

"You set it?" Jake asks.

"Yeah. I think I left the gas on under the pan. It had grease in it from
the bacon. Bacon? Grease? Flame? You picture the rest," Jay says, obviously
depressed over it.

Joseph spreads some cheer, "Don't worry about your brother. If he comes
after you, I think I can take him before he gets to you. Besides, first
thing he asked me is, did you and Thor make it out okay?"

"He asked about Thor?"

"Well sure. He knows you two are best buddies!"

It made Jay pet Thor more, asking him, "Are we best buddies?"

Thinking he was, reluctant to give it up to a mutt, Jake replies, "How
mundane!"

Turning to his side, Jay steals a peck off of Jake's cheek, "Next to my
best best buddy!"

"Great. It's nice to feel wanted, but my stomach is growling."

Joseph says, as they watch the flames trickle down to a smolder, "I think
the bacon is probably a little overdone.

Suddenly, Joseph senses a shadow.

There was a crowd, most respecting the sign, `Private Beach', however one
daring soul, thought a house on fire preempted the rule, "Everyone here
okay?"

Looking up, to Joseph, the man stood above him, which looked like he was 10
feet tall. Gaining on the dude's level, he stands, remarks, "Yes, we're
fine. Thanks for asking."

There were places for checking out a guy, this not being one of
them. Besides, not much than the uniform could detail the fireman's looks,
covered in pants, shirt, yellow hat and sunglasses.

Taking the sunglasses off, helped, Joseph recognizing, "Aren't you one of
the first responders to the fire at the Spin Club last year?" On the right
track, Joseph was a little off, "I called it in. At the time I was `out of
uniform'?"

Seated on the ground, Jake says in Jay's ear, "Joey's in love again!"

"Nah," Jay replies, again keeping it mum, "he's just looking for some bears
to go camping with him!"

Knowing Jay liked hairy guys, "When are you going?"

"Me? What would I do, alone in the woods with a bunch or bears, cubs and
otters?"

"Yeah, how mundane. If I were into them, I'd much prefer them on a board,
holding on and cruising a wave!"

Their idle talk did distract them from the steam and smoke coming out of
the beach house.

Suddenly though, the house commanded their attention, a wall giving away
and the roof caving in.

"Oh shit!" Jake calls out, standing, shielding his eyes from the overhead
sun.

It's then, the real reality set in, Jay starting to cry, claiming, "Jare's
gonna be pissed at me."

Jake's butt hits the sand, but he has a revelation of his own, "Holy cow,
Jay!"

"I know."

"No, like Jare, he's the last one who would ever get mad at you, but look
at yourself?"

"What about me?" Jay wipes his saliva and snot covered mouth and nose off
with his forearm.

"Like," Jake holds out both arms, "who's keeping you from falling onto your
back?"

Realizing it, Jay thinks, more than sitting up on his own, "Quick! Help me
to my feet!"

Thinking of what could be an impossible task, made renewable by whatever
events took place, transported from the burning beach house, to the
shoreline, Jake gets Jay to his feet.

Only to hear Jay's voice trail off, "Oh-h-h-h-h-shit!"

Wobbling around, it took all of 2 seconds for Jay's legs to cave in.

Along with him, Jake yells out, "Hold on," which he did the holding on,
grabbing Jay around the waist.

Already in the collapse state, it didn't hold credence, Jake being able to
keep his friend from a rough landing, though a cushioned one wasn't half
bad, Jake's lithe bod slipping around behind.

"Ugh-h-h-h!" Jake felt it, the wind knocked out his midsection, Jay's ass
taking a seat on his stomach!

Realizing it, the back of Jay's head over Jake's left shoulder, his back to
Jay's front, Jay asks, "You alright, Jake?"

As if his last breath on earth, Jake slowly calculates his words,
"I... think... I still smell... the bacon... whenever you want to roll off
of me?"

Thinking on it, what they just tried to accomplish, Jay takes on the
monumental task, with effort, backed up by the events occurring minutes
ago, the top half is willing, below the belt not happening, "I'm trying."

It was enough for Jake to scoot out from underneath and feeling up his
crushed abs, he moans, "Oh-h-h-h-shit," turning over to one side, holding
his arms across the middle, almost tucked into fetal position.

"I'm so sorry, Jake," yet Jay pay attention to himself, able to prop his
bod up with one arm stretching behind his back. Even though in the throes
of thinking he was half-cured or some percentage thereof, Jay places a hand
on Jake's shoulder, smooths it down his arm, drops off the elbow and takes
to softly massaging the side of his friend's bod, "Are you okay, dude?"

Rolling back, on his rump, Jake replies, "I could think of a better way to
work your ass?"

"Don't be preposterous, Jake!" Jay well-meaning, as it went with him and
his friend, he was always benefitting from his friend's ministrations.

When two paramedics come around the side of the house and happen upon Jay
and Jake, one of them says, "Joseph sent us `round back, saying someone
needed medical attention?"

The sunglasses impair the view, but it didn't make Jake groan, "That would
be me!"

While the male paramedic reports to Jake, the other comes over, says, "Hi,
I'm Maria. Are you Jay or Jake?"

"Jay."

"We have a stretcher on the way," Maria says.

"I don't need no stretcher," Jay says with defiance.

However, he begins to change his mind. Instead of what he expected, given a
hassle over the ordeal, Maria is kind and gentle, the impression of his
dead mother, or perhaps an older sister he never had, coming upon him, "It
would be in your best interest, Jay, since it's a rough route through the
sand?" Knowing Jay was incapacitate, "Where's your chair?"

Jake tells her, "Burnt to a crisp, we think?!"

Jay surrenders thought, "How come a fireman can't carry me on his back?"

Jake was laughing his ass off, knowing Jay preferred the `firemen' over the
`firewoman', when Maria takes it upon herself to not wait for the
stretcher, saying, "Here we go," grabbing Jay's arm, pulling him right out
of his sand-chair, throwing him on his back, they marched right out of the
backyard beach...

"Whoa! Wait a minute Maria! Wait!" Jay protests to no avail.

Right behind him was Jake, laughing at Jay's protests, Jay turning his
head, telling Jake, "Tell her to stop!"

Stop, Maria did, after marching across the apron of the driveway, stepping
over hoses, onto Banana Drive, where a paramedics truck had been
parked. Turning carefully, Maria backs up to the side of a stretcher,
saying, "Now, that wasn't so bad, was it Jay?"

One thing, Jay thought it remarkable, an `older' woman could pack so much
muscle on, with the ability to lift his 184 pound frame on her back,
traipse through sand, in boots, against the onslaught of other
firefighters, dragging hoses to the back of the house, going around, over
dunes, he had to applaud her, "It was okay."

"I suppose that's as good as a `thank you' for saving your tail?" Maria
replies, adding a smile.

"Oh. I forgot. Thanks."

Wiping a dash of sand off Jay's nose with her finger, Maria says, "Oh, by
the way, thanks for being cooperative!"

Feeling hands on his back, as Maria passes him off to the EMT's
responsibility, carefully laying him on the gurney, Jay turns his head, a
paramedic saying, "I got you."

Jay could only wish!

Right now though, his mind wasn't solely devoted to `men', but rather the
`firewoman' who had brought him out of harms way, "You're a good fireman."

Cheeky, Maria replies, "Thanks for the compliment, but we're all not
fire-`men'?"

"Oh, then what do I call you?" Jay asks.

Feisty, Maria replies, "I've been called a lot of things since being
promoted. Most call me `chief', but you can call me Maria!"

"Wow! You're almost a chief?" Jay was stunned. Not that he would consider
himself a sexist, to each their own, whereas women in the workplace goes,
but it's not that he followed the scene, women taking up rugged jobs,
dominated by the male population. "Aren't you supposed to be directing
traffic and leaving the rescuing up to the fire..." he was about to specify
the male gender, "...um, other rescuers of the fire?" Jay knew he flubbed
that bad!

Maria replies, "I have to go. I'm glad you're okay."

He only watched her march away, blending in with the other yellow-clad
firefighters, as if she were `one of them'. Fascinated, not only by Maria
being female and in a rugged job, but how she carried herself, a real
`jock' attitude, saying out loud, "She's amazing!" Deep down inside, it
wasn't only her abilities, but how Maria kept her cool, doing everything to
console him, as a victim.

"That she is," Jay was woken out of his frame of mind by the paramedic who
has caught him by the shoulders. "Would you mind lying down on the gurney
for me?" he adjusts the height of Jay's head.

"Sure," Jay says.

Yet, it wasn't like sitting on the edge of the pier, feet dangling over the
edge and with the ability to dive in feet first and swim away. Recalling
the reason Maria had to resort to her herculean strength to ferry him from
the back of the house, to the front, Jay, with fatigue, gives in.

"Thanks," the paramedic replies. "it'll make it easier on both of us," he
was used to using the term, "brother."

"Brother?" Jay makes the connection, "have you seen my brother? He drives a
truck?"

"No vehicles are being allowed in several blocks, to make way for the fire
trucks and paramedics. But if you describe him to me, it could be I've seen
him around?"

Staring up into those deep blue eyes, but with wonder, if Jared had
followed through on Joseph's call, which set him to wondering about, "Have
you seen Joseph? He's tall, dark and..." Jay bit his lip.

The paramedic smiles, filling in the blank, "Handsome?"

Right away the connection had been made, Jay asking, but not meaning it,
only saying it to transact, "When this is over, do you think I can have
your number?"

"Um," the paramedic cocks an eyebrow, saying, "you'll have to ask my wife
about that one!" he smiles.

"You're wife?" Jay thinking, "Oh man, did I like, goof!"

"Double goof!" but the paramedic remained cool, calm and looked like he was
ready to prank Jay.

"How's that go?" Jay asks.

"My wife is the fire chief!" he laughs his ass off, like reaching the
punchline of a joke told to him.

"Oh man," Jay covers his face with his arms, like when he thought he was
going to be trampled by the crowd, of which, when he removes them, instead
of the cute paramedic in mind, he exclaims, "hey, have you seen my dog?"

"You can't see him, but he's right under the table. By the way," he hands
his hand over to Jay, "my name is Louis!"

Taking the paramedics hand, he says, "I'm Jay and my dog is Thor."

"Mighty dog you have there."

"Really?" Jay wasn't getting the inference, other than knowing Thor can be
a bold go-getter when the situation calls for it.

"Oh you bet. More or less cleared the way for Maria when she was dragging
your carcass from the beach to over here."

"My carcass, huh?" Jay says, looking up at him.

"By the way, the guy you are looking for, Joseph?" Louis questions.

"Where is he?" Jay tries moving his head around, which without realizing
it, can move a shoulder.

Louis nods, "He's over there, talking to that guy and the chief."

"Oh! That guy is my brother... Can you call him over here?"

Jay's attention was on Jared, but at the sound of the shrill whistle,
cutting through the crowd like a jet flying a few feet above their heads,
he had to refocus on Louis, thinking what a shame he isn't gay!

His face reporting back to the crowd, he sees his brother running, looking
down, so as not to stumble over a hose, up, waving, face down, up, with a
look on his face of concern, then finally reaching the paramedic's set up,
scooping him up in his arms, "Oh-h-h-h Jay, I'm so-o glad you're okay."

He could hardly breathe, Jared crushing him into the bosom of his chest,
but with the ability to remain his cheerful self, "You're like, suffocatin'
the living daylights out of me, bro?"

With the paramedic standing there, Jared takes a few seconds, to thank him,
"Thanks for taking care of my brother."

Louis was happy, bubbling over with giddy emotion, "The real thanks goes to
the chief!"

Being modest, Jay adds to Louis accolades, revealing, "The fire chief is
Louis' wife. You wouldn't believe what she did to save me, Jare!"

Though, not really in harm's way, far enough from the beach home, with Jay
and Thor nearby, Joseph leaving them to make his way to the front of the
house, it had been a precautionary move to place Jay in the front, rather
than having the beach separating them between fire and water.

Looking up at Louis, Jared says, "Jay and me, we owe you a debt of
gratitude," he shakes Louis' hand.

With a huge sense of humbleness, Louis says, "I think we should get your
brother out of the sun. We thought it best we take him to the hospital,
just to check him out?"

A view to the two's interaction, Jay looks up and senses `something', his
brother and Louis with hands still locked in the welcoming mode, eyes on
each other, like they were set in a trance, breaking the spell, "Oh no! Do
I have to eat hospital food, Louis? Can't you smuggle in some pizza..."
temporarily forgetting, "And some dogfood for Thor?"

"Sorry, but your dog can't ride with us and they won't allow him in the
hospital."

Defiantly, standing his ground, figuratively, Jay says, "Then I'm not
going!"

"Hey, I know I was opposed to you getting close to Thor in the first place,
but I'll take care of him, though I'm not sure exactly where," Jared says.

"Well, you're not taking him back to the mansion. Poor Thor would get lost
in that place!" Jay tries a last ditch effort with his brother, even though
he believes Louis on the restrictions.

"Hey! How's it going here?" Maria shows up.

Much to everyone's surprise, Louis confronts, "Maria, how would you like to
have the company of Jay's dog for a while? I'm for it."

Maria looked at Louis strangely for a moment, unsure, because she new her
husband wouldn't allow `her' to have a dog, saying, "Well, if it's all
right with you, I'd love to take in a boarder!"

At first reluctant, how could Jay turn down the person who saved his tail,
"It's not going to be for long, because after I get out of the hospital,
I'll be coming for him. Um, like, where do you live?"

"Ocean Park Drive. You know it, right?" Maria says.

He wasn't sure, looking to his brother, "You know it Jare?"

All the goings on, Jared did acknowledge, but Maria butts in again, "Hey, I
have to get going. Just wanted to make sure you're being taken care of,
cutey!" Before scurrying away to her duties, says, "take care of him,
Louis!"

"Are you going to the hospital with me, Jare?"

"Uh," Jared would normally stay behind, but seeing Joseph with matters well
in hand, "yeah. I think Joseph can handle things."

"Good man," Louis meant to reflect on Joseph, "uh, mind stepping out of the
way, Jared?"

He was ready to help lift Jay into the back of the ambulance, but was
sideswiped away by the driver.

Small world, Jared had met the driver, Jay having been transported to the
hospital, arriving back from Oregon, reconnecting with a friendly, "How's
it going?"

"It's going good," and nothing else, instantly made Jared think he hadn't
come out yet, so let it lay.

After Jay had been lifted in, Jared still stood outside, Louis asking, "Are
you coming or have you changed your mind, Jared?"

For the moment he was torn between his brother and the outcome of the fire.

Then, suddenly, in front of him stood Joseph, "Don't worry. I have
everything under control."

For Jared, `one' thing wasn't under control, "Thanks, but Thor. He looks
lost. Maria and Louis have offered to take him in, but as you can see, they
are busy. Could you... look after Thor until they become `unbusy'? I'd
appreciate it?"

"Hmm," Joseph thinks on it left palm cupping his right elbow, tapping a
finger on his upper lip, "like how appreciative would you be, exactly?"

"I'll let you give me a blowjob, Joseph. How's that?"

"Only one?" Joseph replies. "Cheapskate!"

"Take it or leave it?", Jared has one foot up on the tailgate.

"Tough decision," Joseph says, unable to make it, because the doors have
closed, the ambulance slowly driving away. He knew he probably would not
collect the debt, but left it as, `you never know', before departing the
scene of the ambulance disappearing from Banana Drive. Then, dropping the
issue, he returned to walking over and talking with his police buddies, the
fire chief and Jake, who happened to be singled out one of the officers on
the scene.

Self-condemning, as the ambulance traveled at about 5mph, Jay says, "It's
all my fault the house went on fire, Jare. I didn't turn the gas off under
the pan, which had the bacon in it. You can guess the rest."

"I already have," Jared replies.

It didn't sit well with Jay, "What do you mean?"

"Well," Jared pats Jay on the stomach, "according to Joey, Maria suspects
the fire got going in the garage and spread. No doubt the grease from your
bacon aided in fueling it, but was not the probable cause?"

Exhaling, Jay says, "You mean I'm off the hook?"

Placing a hand on Jay's leg, Louis butts in, "You should be admired for
coming out and taking the blame?" he rubs Jay's lower leg.

Taking it with a different kind of affection, Jay asks, "Are you sure
you're straight, Louis?"

Exposing two ideas at once, Louis says, "Maria knows the possibility of her
not always being the only one in my life!"

"You're bi?"

Louis' smile told all!

"How does that work, anyway. I mean, you're married to Maria?"

It took some explaining, but at the pace the ambulance was slowly working
it's way through the street, Louis had plenty of time to explain, "If you
think I'm hiding anything from Maria, she knows."

"And she's okay with that? When did you like tell her? Didn't she want to
divorce you?"

Keeping quiet, Jared, who had known another bi guy, because he slept with
him, sat and minded his own business.

"Maria knew I had a boyfriend before we were married."

"Remarkable!" Jay called it, "Did she know him?"

"Still does. In fact her and John get along quite well, as well as with
John's wife."

"The plot thickens!" Jared interjects.

"Wait! You lost me Louis. You have a boyfriend, but your boyfriend is
married, to a woman?"

"Sandra," Louis names.

"Wait, what does Maria think about that?" Jay asks.

All along, Jared has been noticing something else about his brother, but
let the bisexual thing play out.

"We're all just a bunch of friends. We get together for picnics, outings on
the beach and have a fine relationship," Louis renders.

"Wow! Bizarre!" Jay terms it.

"Oh, did I mention Sandra is bi, too?"

"Oh my god!" Jay says, "Don't tell me... Don't... Just don't!"

At this point, Jared couldn't hold it in, laughing his ass off, again with
affectionate tap on the stomach, "You've got a lot to learn about life,
bro!"

"I guess so!"

Arriving at the hospital, Jay was taken from the ambulance in a wheelchair,
since he didn't experience any physical ailments, like gushing blood.

His vision did connect with one patient waiting, "What's wrong with him?"

He thought he recognized the dude, sitting on a chair, examining the bottom
of his foot, which happened to pull at the fabric of his bikini bathing
suit.

"Always the observant one, huh bro?"

"Shuddup, Jare, like you mind your own business all the time?" Though Jay
wasn't minding his, watching the dude the whole duration it took for Jared
and Louis to square away on the medical insurance and other matters.

All it took was one glance up and Jay and the dude had made a connection!

But that was it, Jay getting whisked away, asking, "Where are we going?"

Jared says, "You're being admitted."

"Admitted? Why? I swear it, I'm fine," Jay protests.

"It's almost time for your check up, so the doc thinks it's best he take a
look at you now," Jared informs.

Right now, who was Jay to argue with, not with the hot blond out in the
emergency room, but chance maybe of them connecting again?

"Boring!" was the first word out of Jay's mouth, upon being put to bed,
Louis sticking around, Jared at his brother's side, as the orderly tucked
him in. "Um, like, don't you have to go back to the store, Jare?"

"Why do I get the feeling you're trying to get rid of me?"

"Not, you idiot, so shut up!"

After glancing at each other for a few seconds, Jared, sitting about midway
down Jay's side, asks, "So, tell me... What were the events which led up to
you jumping off the porch?"

"Oh wow! You should have seen Joey. He's the one who first caught on the
house was on fire. With superhuman strength, he tears the table off of
me... Really! He did! The table... tore right up in the air and went
flying!"

"I told him to lay off the booze!" Jared laughs.

"Joey wasn't drinking anything, except orange juice, y'know?"

"Maybe I should be drinking more!"

"Wanna shuddup and listen?"

"Lead on... lead on," Jared paves the way.

"Jake catches on, Joey telling him to drop everything and help me get
out... Oh, by the way, you owe Jake 11 thousand dollars."

"Eleven what? What for?" Jared gets excited, for the wrong reasons.

"You know Jake and Blue are kind of friends?"

"I kinda got the feeling of that at the competition," Jared replies, "And?"

"Blue had lent Jake one of his boards for the weekend. When Joey told him
to drop everything, Jake threw his board to the side. It landed on the
cinder blocks the workers were using to extend the porch. Jakes says he
heard it crack and panicked, but was more panicky over smelling smoke and
getting me down the back stairs. Doesn't matter. It got burned up with the
rest of the house."

Jared sat back, shaking his head, then saying, "Surfboards can be
replaced." He didn't have to finish the catch-phrase, instead, "Tell Jake
to get a written estimate. And oh, I don't mean on the palm of his hand?"

"I'm really glad it wasn't my boards," Jay says, meant to send a message.

"Now, aren't you glad I insisted on keeping them at the mansion, until the
house was fully remodeled?"

"Whaddya think I'm sayin', dumbass!"

"Sorry. Sometimes I think I say things and they go in one ear and out the
other," Jared is not sorry.

Smiling, Jay says, "Yeah, you're right. Sometimes that's the case!"

Both were interrupted in thought, the door opening, then slowly closing.

"What was that about?" Jay asks.

Jared, getting out of his chair, walks over and pulls it open.

"Oh, thanks. I'm kind of new at this," an orderly wheeled a chair inside.

"It's easy," Jared gives him a tip, "you go in, butt first."

Little did Jared know, the 39-year old orderly would have liked that move
very much!

`New at it', he was very cordial, kind, saying, "You have a new boarder,
and as I understand it, you both have surfing in common?"

"Really?" Jay perked up, from his sulking, "What kind of board do you
have?"

Jared would have made his move, but he wanted to stick around, observe. If
what Joseph had told him about Jay, maybe he was snapping out of his
condition a little. It's not like the doctor had warned him, though he
never mentioned to Jay, the slight chance he could gain some mobility,
almost sure the legs would be the last to heal, if ever.

"Hey, I'm Jay and this here's my brother, Jare."

Following, the brothers found out the new guy's name, "Garritt Nordvark,"
he offers.

"Nice to meet you," Jared says, getting up to steady the wheelchair, as the
orderly helps Garritt out and into bed.

Caught up in the his new dirty-blond roommate, it set Jay to thinking
something. People had equated himself and brother to icons Efron and Bomer,
but accordingly, as Jay saw it, they didn't have anything over `Josh
Lucas!'

It didn't go unnoticed for Jared, his brother lifting his shoulders
somewhat off the mattress. Right now he wasn't saying anything, would take
his findings back to Jay's doctor, then, if it was a positive reaction from
the doctor, would probably seek out some followup testing. Another reason
he didn't bring it up, him and the orderly stealing glances off of each
other, the older brother finally giving up, "The name's Jared," he smiles.

Perfect timing, Garritt is deposited in the bed, the orderly turning to
Jared, naming himself, "Frederic. It's good to meet you, Jared."

Of course, what happens when 2 gay men linger too long on the handshaking
business, they have a strong feeling about something.

"I better get a move on it. We're short-handed today."

Corny as it is, Jared replies, "And I'm only making it shorter, eh?"

A good sport, Frederic exhales laughter, saying, "Good one!"

"Here, let me get the door for you," Jared whips it open.

"Thanks. Oh, by the way," he presses a hand against the door, after
wheeling out the chair, "I have break in 10 minutes, if you care to share a
cup of coffee?"

"I'd rather have my own?!"

Right after the door closes, Jared turns around, facing the silence of the
room, asking Jay, "What?"

"Really, Jare? Are you sure you don't want to share Freddie's cup of
coffee? I bet he likes a lot of `cream' in it!"

Jay laughs as Jared's jaw drops, and in a reprimanding tone, "Jay?!
Remember where you are?" He says, looks towards Garritt, blushing.

Garritt says right out, "It's okay Jare. Jay and me, we're beyond that."

"Yeah," Jay confirms, "in fact, after visiting hours, Garritt's gonna hop
over this little fence," the one keeping Jay from rolling out, if he could
physically do so, "and keep me company tonight!"

From rigid posture, to relaxed, Jared expounds, "Why do I get the feeling,
based on a certain subject, you two have cooked up this little charade, for
the sole purpose of making me feel like an ass?"

He stood right between the beds, at the foot, where he could gaze over the
two without giving either his individual attention, but turning to Jay, who
says, "Oh, I thought Freddie already did that. Um, you got 8 minutes until
he goes on break, bro?"

"You!" Jared points a finger towards Garritt, "are not to cross the fence
tonight, and you," he switches off to Jay, "are not to encourage him!"

Again, brother to brother love prevailing, Jay sticks his tongue out,
giving Jared a nasty response.

In provocation, Jared returns the same. Then he leaves the room, after
being informed, `6 minutes!'

Breaking silence, Garritt says, "I wish I had a brother like you, Jay. In
fact, I wish I had a brother!"

As the two chat, many things are revealed about Garritt, family life,
family fortune, his father a designer of modern Danish furniture, growing
up among other artists, but a slight falling out with his father because he
wanted to grow up to be a surfer.

"Um, like what happened to your foot?" Jays asks.

"Some idiotic ditched a bottle in the sand. It must've broke. Coming out of
the water I stepped on it."

"Owch!" Jay replies, like he had stepped on it himself, wincing.

"Yeah, tell me about it, but it's not like I didn't think it was a sea
urchin or something, first!"

"So, I guess it kind of wrecked your surfing for a while? Like, you'll be
off your feet, Garr?" Jay asks, always finding a shorter way to
communicate!

"Ritt," Garritt says.

"Huh?" Jay replies.

"For short they call me, `Ritt'."

"Oh. Right. Sure," Jay tries it out, "Ritt!"

"Unfortunately, since I'm a slow healer, I will prolly be off the board for
a good part of the summer. Boring!"

Finding out both have had a keen interest in the sport, they can relate,
share in the knowledge of being bedridden, but none more than Jay, which,
after being asked, he pours out his history, right up to the hour at hand.

"So, where are you staying?"

"I don't know. I want to stay near the surf. I have a feeling of belonging
here. Make sense?" Jay renders.

"Sure. Can't surf in the backyard without the surf, which maybe, you want
to stay with me?" Ritt offers.

"I dunno. Not that I'm shutting you out, but I have to run stuff by Jare."

"Perfectly understandable."

Changing the subject to more pleasant matters, "Like, how are you going to
`jump the fence' with a bandaged up foot?"

"Jump?" Ritt says melodramatically. "Nah, I know how these things work. You
just press a lever and the side of the bed collapses!"

"Um, like you've worked one before?" Jay pries.

"Yeah. Did a dumb thing. Pulled my board out of the sand once and hit
myself right in the head!"

He laughs, so Jay doesn't feel nervy saying, "Jerk!" and laughs.

"Yeah," Ritt replies, silent before saying, "I'd really like to jerk you
off... with my mouth?!"

Seriousness replaces joy, Jay saying, "I don't know."

"What don't you know? I'm okay with it, really I am. I love to work a guy;
chest, stomach, ass, balls, cock... I'm real good at pleasuring a guy. I
won't disappoint!"

Before bestowing the unfortunate news, Jay jokes, "How about pits?"

"Anywhere, man. I love pleasuring and pleasing a guy," Ritt laughs, "love
smelling a funky pair of briefs!"

"Really?" Jay wasn't on that wavelength.

"Yeah and I hope I'm not grossing you out, saying I love licking the inside
of a dude's briefs he's worn for a couple of days or has come in them a few
times?" Ritt waited, tongue in cheek.

"There's always a first time for everything. That's what Jare says. I tend
to believe it." While on the theme, Jay expands an interest he once had,
"Jake and me, one time we went to this new bar. We didn't know it was a
leather bar. We got a little into some kinky stuff."

"Cool, well part of the fetish I have, I love having my wrists tied behind
my back with a guy's briefs over my face, especially when they are `wet'!"

"Really? Like, is there much call for guys doing this?" Jay was curious,
"When you say `wet', wet with what?"

"Cum or piss. I like both. A couple of times I've had mine or his briefs
stuffed in my mouth after he's pissed on them."

"Ugh. I hope you used mint spray before kissing!" Out of nervousness, Jay
laughs.

"But you're not into that stuff and I'm grossing you out, right?" Ritt,
propped up in bed on an elbow, lends a sympathetic repose.

"Who am I to judge? If you like it and it's being done consensual, then go
with it. I don't think it's for me, though."

"Someday, if we stay friends, I'd like to show you how I can pleasure you
with my wrists tied behind my back? If you want?" Ritt says, the cutest of
expressions on his face.

Sending a message, Jay says, "What do you mean if we're `still friends'?
You're stuck with me now, buddy. In fact, I can't wait till it gets dark
out!" Suddenly, forgetting, Jay turns serious again, "But I have something
to tell you."

Even though he explained, through the surfing accident, his inability to
have much of an erection, Ritt was sympathetic, "Wow! Now that's gonna be a
challenge!"

"Were you serious about me staying at your pad, Ritt?" Jay asks.

"Yeah, even if you can't get it up!"

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Copyright 2013 T. Chase McPhee

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