Date: Thu, 12 Sep 2013 18:19:03 -0400
From: T.CHASE MCPHEE
Subject: FiRE iSLAND BiKiNiS 20

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resemblances to real people, alive or in the hereafter, is entirely
coincidental in nature. It is not meant to accurately reflect upon persons,
of continents or islands, in countries, counties, cities, towns, villages,
neighborhoods, streets, cul-de-sacs, nor governmental or non-governmental
areas, which the story is staged. If a sexual scene involving male-to-male
relationships offends you, then why are you here? Seriously, if guy-to-guy
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local laws regarding such.

Following, pages of this story contain `adult material', intended for an
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% Sexual safety matters. Remember guys, this is fiction. In real life, use
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FiRE iSLAND BiKiNiS 20

WriTten by T. Chase McPhee

^o^

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The next morning, Jay didn't recall how he got into his bed, let alone
stripped down to nothing, though as he woke up next to Jeremy, he could
only assume...

Rubbing a finger round and round on the backside of Jeremy's shoulder, he
says, "Hey Jeremy.... Hey Jeremy," he rubs harder, if it were Aladdin's
lamp, summoning the genie out of the decorative bottle.

"Yeah?" He falls over onto his back, rolling half on Jay. Repositioning
himself and with more of a wide awake attitude, "What's up?".

Another part Jay feels vague about, Jeremy's naked pubes, "The sun?"

"Well good thing you slept through," Jeremy left his statement upended.

"Why? You didn't sleep?"

Jeremy smiles, saying, "Thor and beer, they don't mix."

"Oh no! What happened? Where is he?" Jay shows concern.

"Good thing you dozed off. Thor was farting something fierce!"

The way Jeremy told it, made Jay laugh his ass off!

"Then he sets his snout up on my legs and barfs all over me!"

"Oh no!" Jay acts in awe. "Is he okay now?"

"He's fine, though I left him out on the deck all night, with the screen
open. My clothes, they're trash," Jeremy informs him.

"Could you do me a favor?" Jay innocently asks.

"Sure," Jeremy flips over onto his stomach, hiding those beautiful hairy
pubes and the awesomeness it holds.

"Go find out how Thor is doing?"

"Sure!" Jeremy quips, giving Jay a peck on the cheek before boosting
himself off the bed.

`Damn!' Jay condemns himself. Before his accident he would follow any guy
who had an ass that hot!

He didn't think anything of walking from the bedroom, across the space
between the living room and kitchen, to the back door, but Jeremy began to
hear whispering voices, which would suggest he was being stalked. Rolling
his eyes, knowing whom the voices belonged to, kept right on his way, not
looking towards the kitchen. Finding Thor much recovered, he held the door
open.

Thor takes off like a bat out of hell and head's in the direction of Jay's
room!

Swiping a towel, Jeremy forms it around his waist. He smiles, passing by
the kitchen, hearing those same voices, disappointed he's covered himself
up!

Loving Thor like a brother, Jay didn't exactly take kindly to having the
German shepherd straddle him, with no recourse but to allow Thor to lick
his face, "Um, would you mind getting this mutt off of me before I
suffocate?"

Since coming to be with Jay, Jeremy has slowly recovered, from being the
meek little person he's become, as a result of his older brother's
persistence in making his life hell. Blossoming forth into the person he
was, before Steve turned into an evil dude, Jeremy forgot how it felt to,
when times allowed it, to mock, "Move, Thor!"

Scooting from his place, the dog was replaced by a human form, Jay saying,
"Well, that sure is a switch!"

Even though he couldn't feel himself, Jeremy had no problem slipping a hand
in between them, saying, "How does that feel?" he pairs up their flaccid
cocks, his semi-rigid, and strokes both at once.

Resigning to the fact he may never have any sensation in his pubic region,
Jay doesn't mind building up someone else's pleasure, "Are you hard?"

"Half."

"Over me?" Jay says.

Even though once, he paired up two guys' cocks to his own, for the sheer
pleasure of seeing what it was like, Jeremy speaks of the here and now,
"You see anyone else in this room?"

Jay was overwhelmed. Other than his brother, who would pamper, cater to his
every wish, especially when it came to the touching of man to man skin, no
one has made him feel like Jared could. He wasn't sure what he was feeling,
Jeremy making soft, sweet love to him, sucking on a nip or breaking away
for a kiss...

"I'm not much with words and know we haven't had much time alone..."

"You mean when I didn't fall asleep on you?" Jay knows.

"You can't help that. I understand. I know when someone has an accident,
sometimes it takes years to get back," Jeremy renders.

Jay asks, "Is your hand still on my cock?"

"Nah. I gave up on it for a while. Were you feeling anything?"

"Um," Jay thinks it over, "I could feel something around my happy trail,
but that's about it."

"Maybe we should do a test?" Jeremy was already into it, falling to Jay's
left side.

"Test? What kind of test?" Jay didn't fight it off, rather welcoming it!

"I'll start either here," he points a finger to Jay's balls, "or right
around the base of your neck. We know your face is working, right?"

"You kissed me. I felt it. What do you think?" Jay says with sarcasm.

"Why do you think I said to start at your chest?"

"Oh right. You did, didn't you?" Jay took it in stride.

"Can you feel this?" Jeremy focuses in on Jay's nips, kneeling there and
tweaking them up.

"Yeah, but whatever you do, don't stop!" Jay giggles!

Doing a quick check, Jeremy didn't stop teasing Jay's tweakers, but kept an
eye on his cock, to see if the stimulation did anything.

It didn't. Jay's cock just lay there in its flaccid state, not twitching a
muscle.

He too had curiosity, "Did it do anything?"

Jeremy replies, "Did what do anything?"

"My cock you're watching!" Jay let Jeremy know he was being as observant!

"Not yet." Not yet, but Jeremy was getting quite a rise out of touching
Jay's chest, moving a hand down his smooth abs, "Next test," he
relinquishes the hold on Jay's nips, digging a finger into his navel.

"Another feel good place. You have such a power over me Jeremy!"

"Do I now?" Jeremy follows Jay's dark treasure trail.

Like an apology, Jay says, "I used to keep my happy trail firmed up before
my accident."

"Did you now? Well, it's gotten a little unkept. Maybe we should do
something about it!"

Jay had a picture of Jeremy applying a little shave cream and using a
razor, not his tongue!

He was already hot. Very hot! Hopping off Jay, after lying faced down on
top of him, Jeremy felt a void, but slowly began rebuilding his shaft, but
touching Jay's nips. Call it a fetish, ever since he can remember, he's had
this fascination about, not only a guy's tweakers, but his own. That went
for his bellyhole as well. Feeling up Jay's, Jeremy had a hankering to have
himself touched, felt up.

"What are you doing?" Jay asks, looking at Jeremy's stomach.

Mocking Jay out, Jeremy says, "Well since your hands don't work, I have to
take care of myself I suppose?!"

"Who said so?" Jay replies, holding both hands up, like he's being
arrested!

Whether it was on purpose or a fluke, Jeremy's right knee situated at Jay's
left elbow, it was as easy as pie for Jay to reach up and take over Jeremy
stroking himself!

"Mm-mm," Jeremy cooed, dropping his head back.

It wouldn't be the first time this occurred to Jay, since his accident left
him `incapable' of the most enjoyable man-function. He wasn't sure if this
time would ever come, if a guy would ever show an interest in him enough to
want to have mansex. Thinking on it for some time, suddenly time became
desperate and Jay didn't have a millennium to think about it, "Maybe," he
tread through this slowly, "if you want," he stutters, "I could do
something more than my hand?"

He didn't have to be a rocket scientist to figure out, if Jay talked about
changing up the stroking action on his cock, from hand, to, "Are you sure
you want to?"

What choice did he have? A bright lad, Jay knew in order to keep a guy
interested in himself, he had to exploit whatever facilities he had left,
"Sure I'm sure."

Jeremy couldn't deny, after straddling Jay around the middle, fencing his
stomach in between his knees, that it didn't feel good, dragging his
semi-erect cannon up Jay's abs-wall, between those two, in Jeremy's
estimation, `hot nips', then...

"What're you waiting for?" Jay was happy for a little leeway, being he
wasn't sure about this.

"Um, for you to shut up and open your mouth?" Jeremy says, not in a
boisterous manner, but with a friendly nervousness.

Now in hand, Jeremy gave it a little stoking.

Seeing Jeremy's cock right in front of his face, Jay peers down like he was
trying to look at his own nose, seeing the tall stalk, "Are you all the
way?"

"Hard?"

"Yeah," Jay replies, with one swipe of his tongue over his lips, more to
wet dryness, rather than anticipating taste.

"Mostly," Jeremy says.

"Okay," Jay accepts, seeing the veiny tube, "um, like, can we do this
slow?"

"We don't have to go it at all!" Jeremy says, falling to the wayside of
Jay's left arm.

Thinking more or Jeremy, Jay says, "But it was such a build up for you."

"Who says it's still not going to be?" Jeremy refreshes his hand movement,
running it the length of his erect 7c!

"But weren't you counting on having it all wet and slimy, not to mention
feeling it moving in and out of my lips?"

Indirectly answering, or being considerate not to, Jeremy, slapping an
upturned palm on Jay's chest, says, "Wet would be good."

Jay just looked, taking Jeremy's hand, like he was examining it, asking,
"What do you want me to do?"

"Spit?"

"Spit?" Jay repeats.

"Well, how else am I going to make it wet, other than shoving it down your
throat?"

Jay asks, "You don't want to?"

"Do you want me to?"

"Not exactly," Jay says. Even though it didn't come to pass, Jay could feel
a constriction in his throat, "if it's all right with you?"

"From now on you should say what you mean, Jay. If you don't want to do
something, it's not going to hurt my feelings if we don't follow through on
something?"

"I getcha, but what about now? You're like all psyched up and..."

"And," Jeremy begins making his cock perky again, rubbing his hand up and
down, with Jay's lube making it slick, "if I want to get off, I can get
off."

"I feel like I'm gypping you."

"You know Jay," Jeremy lies down, "I can only imagine this being something
rather `new' for you?"

"Not at all," Jay differs. "I've had plenty of sex with guys," though, in
reality, the most man-contact Jay has had, has been Jake and his brother.

"No, you're confused."

"Am I?"

Jeremy lays it out, "I meant having sex with a guy since your accident?"

"Oh," Jay gets the significance of the difference, like a gymrat, the
before and after picture, "`that'!"

It was a touchy subject with Jay, but not Jeremy, "Don't take this the
wrong way, but who else have you slept with besides me?"

It dawning on Jay, just where Jeremy was headed with this, "After my
accident?" he pauses, "It's just been," reluctant to name his own brother,
"Jake."

"I take it you two are real close?"

Knowing they hadn't talked much on personal items, other than his surfing
accident, Jay says, "I'll level with you, Jake and me, we were everything
`first' together. First time we ever got naked together, first kiss, first
time any guy ever touched his lips to any place other than my lips. First
time either of us touched another guy's dick to our lips. Yeah, Jake and
me, we pretty much were responsible for first time man to man anything?"

Wondering if there was more, Jeremy gave it a rest, "So, all of those
things you experienced before your accident, how much of it have you had
after, if I'm making any sense?"

Jay had a lot to think about. Both Jake and Joseph were okay with knowing
about Jared and him having brotherly sex. A stranger, how would Jeremy
react? Though, Jay had a feeling, that not much would bother Jeremy,
knowing what he has been through. Another thing crisscrossed Jay's mind,
wondering, if he blew it with Jeremy, would there ever be another guy who
bothered getting to know him?

Then, like Jeremy was indeed reading Jay's thoughts, "I've had some bizarre
things happen to me, have done some whacky stuff, so if you think anything
you are going to say is going to drive me away, I doubt it?"

"Bizarre? Like how would that go?" Jay asks, like he was trying to bargain.

Settling on the `sex thing' was not going to happen right now, Jeremy slid
down Jay's bod, his balls crumbling under his shaft, all being dragged to
where he could gain comfort, lying his arms across Jay's pec-line, resting
his chin under his palms. Even if Jay couldn't feel it, he certainly could,
his balls cascading over the edge of Jay's hairy balls, then, because his
knees pulled Jay's legs together, shins formed a crevice to cradle his nuts
and bolt, "Are you okay with me like this?"

Shrugging his shoulders, Jay responds, "Whatever turns you on!"

Calling to terms, Jeremy says, "I'll going to tell you the weirdest thing I
ever did, but then you have to do the same?"

"Sure. Not much weird stuff has happened to me," though Jay did have two
come to mind, his half-lifelong romp in the sheets with Jared and then that
one time him and Jay...

"We were on spring break in Ft. Lauderdale, me and my friends, Todd and
Rahim, from college. We knew Todd was into this bondage stuff..."

At which time, Jay's mind connected with the incident he and Jake had with
`Master Bartosz'...

"And when Todd said he hooked up with two guys at a party, Rahim and me
didn't know what we were getting ourselves into. Yet, we trusted Todd, so
figured he knew what he was doing. Besides that, we had had a couple of
beers, so Rahim and me, we were easily swayed."

"Todd didn't?"

"Oh sure. We arrived at our hotel on Saturday, hung out for a while and
then went out to a bar, where we drank up and then headed down the road to
a gay club," Jeremy poured out his weird historical moment.

Anxious to hear the rest, Jay could relate, thinking about how bold he and
Jake were, entering through the door of the vast unknown, a sketch of their
own weird experience running through their minds.

"To make a long story short, these two guys, Blake and Davis, weren't at
all reluctant to take us to their home, which was a very nice house,
located in a well to do section, where properties were separated by lush
lawns and wrought iron fences."

"Rich guys?" Jay wondered.

"As we eventually found out," Jeremy replies, waiting for Jay's reaction.

"And then what happened?"

Given the go ahead, Jeremy says, "We figured Todd knew what he was doing,
because Rahim and me already knew he was into the `whips and chains' thing,
we followed his lead."

"Scared?"

"At first, but Rahim said it wasn't because he was frightened, more
anticipating the moment. I had asked him, because he knew Todd better than
I did and had been through one escapade with Todd already. He assured me,
granted Blake and Davis were playing safely, we would not be doing anything
life threatening. The fact we were going to their place, well, Blake and
Davis would not do anything which would put themselves or where they lived
at risk."

"That's why we went to the club, only Jake, he had to tell this big brute
we were `no limits'. But go ahead, finish your story," Jay provoked.

At the same time, he left Jeremy with a sense of wanting to know, "I'd like
to hear it. Anyway, we rode in Blake's SUV to their place. On the way they
explained what was going to happen when we got there, that as soon as we
walked in their front door, the three of us would become their slaves."

"Slaves? Yikes!" Jay exclaims.

Jeremy laughs, saying, "Except we did have rights to choices they were
going to make."

Understanding this part, Jay knew the difference between having rights and
rights taken away; having a safeword or playing with, as Jake mistakenly
opted for, `no limits', "I hope you made the right choice," he could laugh
about it now!

"Todd, well," Jeremy smiles, "we found out how much he liked having
anywhere on his bod worked, but as for myself and Rahim, let me say, we
lucked out."

Referencing back to when he and Jake play with Master Bartosz, Jay says, "I
hope you weren't as unfortunate as Jake," he could speculate, based on the
little leather noose put around Jake's balls, with the threat of a 1-pound
weight to drag them down!

"Let's say we were much, much more fortunate than our friend Todd. In fact,
I kind of liked the idea of being tied and forced to suck cock, lick
balls... or as it turns out, Todd said he felt comfortable enough with
Davis, for us to leave the scene."

"You left your friend alone with a stranger?" Jay acts horrified.

"As things worked out, it would have evened things off, Blake taking Rahim
and me upstairs to a bedroom. On the contrary, we thought we were going to
be willing victims to Blake, but instead, he's the one asked to be tied
down."

"Oh, so that's why you're so good at pinching my nips!"

"No. I don't do anything anyone doesn't want done to them. At least that's
how it worked with Blake. We had him tied down to the bed and said to do
anything to him we wanted."

"I reckon you guys worked him over than?" Jay thirsted for details,
imagining what he would do, having a guy naked, tied to the bed, saying `do
anything!'

"I started out enjoying use of Blake's bod with Rahim, but I lost
interest. Probably it was because Rahim really dug a guy with a rounded,
fuzzy stomach. He was a real good talker too, outlining almost everything
he did, right before doing it."

Still not getting the gritty details, Jay asks, "Like what did he do to
him?"

"From the start I could see this being one-sided. It kind of turned my
stomach, seeing Rahim lick the dude's pits, but then again, there was no
where for me to get in on the action, not with Rahim's bod hovering over
Blake." Jeremy laughs, "I had to laugh, him squeezing me out of the whole
action."

"Was it his intentions to do it?" Jay asks.

"I don't think so, but better him than me, because it wasn't really phasing
me, a turn on, to make love to the man," Jeremy almost ends his tale.

"You sat there and watched the whole time?"

"No," Jeremy finishes up his tale, "I went back downstairs, which was kind
of cool... I mean, not the part about Todd having his balls and nips
stretched, but tied out eagle-spread, it was sure hot watching Davis fuck
him."

"I think that might have happened to Jake, but then Joey and Jare showed up
to bail us out," Jay relates the end of his unsaid tale.

Smiling, Jeremy forgets all about that place in his history, "I could lay
here for hours and look at you?" the apex of his chin sat on his two hands,
pivoted across Jay's chest line.

"Great, until I have to pee!"

Making Jeremy jump, he did a pushup, the two of them looking down the
corridor of bods, "You have to go now?"

Having a light grazing of brown hair down his chest and stomach, Jay loved
the look of the tunnel, "You look so awesome!"

"Let me know when you're done sightseeing," Jeremy holds his pose.

"I love the look of a guy's cock and balls hanging down," Jay says.

"Someday I will look forward to you doing the same."

It's only then Jeremy caves in on his position, lurching forward, lying
down once again, matching up their anatomy and sweetly kissing Jay!

^ o ^

Meanwhile, down Banana Drive, Jared was being awoken by Stuart, not much
different than when put to sleep, lying parallel, his feet almost next to
Jared's head, under the covers and sweetly licking his feet.

"Hmm," Jared stirs awake, kicking the `fly' who has been `buzzing' the top
of his foot...

"Owch!"

Waking up abruptly, seeing Stuart's head above the unfolded portion of the
bed sheet, he responds, "Oh, it's only you. I thought a mosquito got in the
room!"

"Hint," Stuart replies, with sarcasm, "mosquitos don't lick?"

"I knew that," Jared says.

Not much of a sexual nature occurred after that, Stuart climbing his way
back up to the pillows, "You didn't tell me whether you liked me sucking
your toes last night?"

"I'm not sure. It felt good, I guess."

Nestled up next to Jared, Stuart says, "I've had mixed reactions. Either a
guy will like it, or a guy won't. The guy that doesn't, he'll either tell
me, or might feel so repulsed he'll get up and walk out." He laughs,
explaining himself, "Even had one guy as far as feeling like barfing. Thank
goodness he was in his bed and not mine!"

"Ugh," Jared says of that scene. "So, what are the cumulative statistics?"

"You want the whole marketing report, Jared?"

"Nah. Really I'm just trying to find out how many guys you've been with
before you met me!" he lays there with a snug smile on his lips.

"I lost track. Maybe 5 or 6. How about you?" Stuart turns the tables.

It's always been on his mind, having sex with his brother, which in the
years before and after Jay's accident, there wasn't much action, "The same,
but nothing significant."

"Cool." Stuart truthfully says, "If you remember, it was me scoping out you
and not the other way around?"

"What you're saying is, wanting a story about Jay was just a pawn in
getting to know me, Stu?" Jared sensed it wasn't so, but played with
Stuart's mind!

"No. The part about the story is all true, but what I didn't count on was
meeting up his hunk-of-a-brother?"

"All right. I accept it, but would mind going and rinsing your mouth. Would
be nice to make out a little before I have to run off to work?" Jared
proposes.

As Jared lay there in the bed, ample enough to suit a few others there with
him, splayed out, almost eagle-spread, the ceiling became his pallet for
thinking, of the day before and how easily it was to come to know
Stuart. Most of the time, putting his brother before himself, his mind was
already made up, Stuart not out to exploit or concealing any other ulterior
motives. Too, Jared figured out for himself, it wasn't Stuart's intentions
to get to him through Jay. At least it was how he wanted to think of it.

"All fresh and clean!" Stuart takes a leap into the bed, on his mind not to
misplace either of his knees, hopping onto Jared's front.

They got with the kissing, but it wasn't the only option as far as Stuart
was concerned.

"Don't forget I have to get ready for work in five minutes," Jared says,
watching and feeling Stuart, after tasting each others' mouths for about a
minute.

"I know," Stuart replies, licking down Jared's chest.

He would have taken more time, but time did not permit, working his way
rather quickly, painting a wet line all the way down Jared's hairy bod, not
even stopping for one of his favorite oral workovers, forcing his folded up
tongue into a guy's navel, teeth gently working the circular edging, before
sliding down the `happy' path.

"I can't believe you!" Jared exclaims, right after Stuart grabs up Jared's
hard cock in his hand, licking the top.

"What?" Stuart lay there, his own erection to the bed, spit in an arc from
the head to the licker's lips.

"Nothing," Jared surrenders, knowing, by the time Stuart finished firming
him up with his lips, then trading places, working his cock up Stuart's
ass... well, he wasn't going to bounce out of bed in the next five minutes!

^ o ^

"I'm sorry I can't be more to you," Jay says to Jeremy, sitting in
wheelchair, whizzing off.

"You shouldn't be sorry for anything beyond your control," Jeremy replies,
literally backing Jay up.

After a bit of experimentation, Jay found it easier to hit the bowl with
his stream of piss, if he sat more on the edge of the chair. This couldn't
possibly be carried out without the help of Jeremy's chest at Jay's back,
Jeremy half bent over.

First time they tried it, the brake wasn't on and when Jay lurched forward,
if not for Jeremy's quick thinking, his head almost wound up `in' the bowl!

"Done!" Jay announces, squeezing the rest of the juice out.

"Great, because now I've got to go!"

To the side, Jay had full view, watching Jeremy hold his own cock in his
hand. Not much different than when a guy's cock is held out for the
pleasure of jerking off, it moved Jay, looking at this new `friend', "You
know, you're really beautiful Jeremy?" his scan runs from face to dick.

"Really? Even when I'm peeing?" Jeremy replies, throwing off anything which
would resemble self-righteousness.

"All around, I guess. I mean, not only that you're handsome, have a hot
bod, nice size, but you're a nice guy too, which brings me to a
conclusion," Jay watches as Jeremy shakes it out.

"And what would that be?" Jeremy, having got his hand `wet', washes.

"Why are you wasting your time on me, when there's got to be thousands of
guys out there for you?"

"Because," Jeremy formulated his words in a jiffy, "there's not a thousand
guys like you?"

"Hmm, I suppose that's good."

"Now, while we're here, how about we get the scum off?"

It took time, Jeremy not totally firm on how Jay managed to shower, but
found it easily accomplished, the fixtures being more on Jay's level than
his own. For himself, after drying Jay, he felt like a giant, having to
bend to turn the shower controls on and off.

It prompted Jay to tell about why the house was built and what he knew
about the design.

Jeremy, watching Jay shave all by himself, periodically rinsing his own
blade under the faucet of the twin sink, "At one time it was my goal to
become an architect?"

"Cool! Are you going back to college for it?" Jay hesitates.

"Not at the moment. I have to check with my Wes Bentley. He says there's
clauses to get around the release of my trust fund, without having it to go
for my brother's debts. In a way, things being in his name, brings the debt
only for him and not me."

"Sounds good to me!" Jay replies. He had hopes of financially helping
Jeremy out, but as warned by Jared on occasion, he needed to check things
out before diving in.

Putting their personal care business behind them, Jeremy asks, "What were
you up to today?"

"Today is the last day Topher's will be opened. Jare said he had talked
with some of the people at the marine store, about coming over to take a
physical inventory. He also picked out some people whom he trusted, to help
get things running again."

Even though Jeremy was being a big help as it is, helping Jay get into his
clothes, he offers, "With The Flake House closed, if I can help you with
anything, just let me know?"

"I could use a push," Jay replies, knowing not only Tal, but Rowan out of
the picture.

Just then they hear the front door, then, "Breakfast is almost on the
table!" called out.

"Is that you Joey?" Jay very well knew the voice.

"Of course! Who else is going to feed you guys?" Joseph stands there in his
token leather vest, dark pants, grocery sacks hanging from both hands.

"Great," Jay replies, "then get to work!"

After sticking his tongue out at Jay, Joseph heads over to the kitchen. In
his mind, as he readied the coffee dripper, did he dwell on what was
happening Jay's room. Finding Jay sitting in his chair, barechested, Jeremy
in only briefs, his mind ran wild with what could have happened last night,
into today.

Getting a call from Jared, he said he would take care of everything, making
breakfast. For Joseph, it was no imposition picking up goods from Westside
Marketplace, because he loved stopping to chat with Miguel Rivas, owner and
manager.

Going back to when Joseph was first starting out as a private detective
with the F.I. Police Dept., his first assignment had been something as
petty as catching teenaged kids from ripping off the outside stand at
Westside. Though, if he never covered the small assignment, he may never
have dome in contact with Miguel.

Off and on, over the past few years, the two have gotten together, but
didn't see a future in carrying on any kind of official
relationship. Still, it was nice of Miguel to stand near the cashier
checking him out, giving him 2 bags of groceries for less than the price of
one, with the tag, `you owe me one' and a wink!

Taking the eggs out, Joseph was met by, "How come you're here, Joey, and
not Jare?" Jay assumed was the case, his brother contacting their mutual
buddy.

He didn't repeat the first part of Jared's message, of lingering in bed
longer than expected, but did convey, "Tying up loose ends over who is and
who is not going to meet him later, from the marine store?"

The mention of it rekindled excitement, Jay saying, "Yeah, isn't it cool,
Joey? Me... manager of my own store?"

Since it could be kind of uncool for Jay to hear from his brother, Joseph
says, "Don't forget. You've never run a store, so for starters you need to
listen to what Jared has to say to you?"

Feeding arms into a tee shirt, already over his head, Jeremy says, "Joey's
right. You will need to follow instructions, almost like this is a
classroom. What an opportunity though, learning without having to pay all
that tuition!"

"There ya go!" Joseph remarks, glad he got a nice view while talking to the
two in Jay's room, because only the happy trail view would provide a
minimal zinger!

"What are you making, Joey?"

"Eggs," he answers Jay.

Meanwhile, Jeremy has glanced towards the back of the house and spotting
surfers on the waves, "Is that Jake out there?"

Joseph lost his audience, Jay wheeling himself towards the back glass wall
of the house, "Probably. He's out there every morning when it's not
raining!"

However, from the distance of the kitchen, it grabbed Joseph's attention,
all those colorful dots near the shoreline, making him switch off the gas
under the eggs. Reporting to where the boys were standing, "Oh my. What
have we here?"

"Bikini weather!" Jay laughs his ass off!

"I'll say," Joseph replies.

Jeremy asks, "Are the eggs done?"

"No," Joseph says, "I'll get'em in a minute!"

However, he didn't, Jeremy offering, even though he was going to miss out
on a dozen or so surfers, clad in their skimpy swimming apparel. What a
sacrifice!

"What do you think, Joey?" As if Jay didn't know.

Rubbing his beard, Joseph says, "Makes a man care less about his stomach,"
he didn't break his stare.

In no time, Jeremy was returning with one plate balancing on his wrist,
another on top of it and one in his other hand, "Eggs are done for anyone
still with an appetite!"

Jay's chair was already parked under the table on the deck, made
specifically for `his kind'.

Joseph says, "Here, let me help," adding a smile as he took two of the
plates.

"I'll get the coffee," Jeremy says.

Joseph, helping out, "Let me give you a hand."

While in the kitchen, Jeremy talks it up, "Jay is lucky to have you as a
friend."

"He's growing kind of fond of you," Joseph replies, holding two mugs.

While pouring, Jeremy replies, "I think he's a special guy and I'm not just
saying it because of his walking disability."

Not knowing how to respond, Joseph says, "Jay needs a break like that."

Since they were gone more than a duration of time Jay had picked out of the
air, he says in a cunning manner, "And what were you two doing in the
kitchen, taking so long?"

Joseph tells him, "You're not the only one into bears!" he laughs.

"Really? Cool! Did you touch all that hot fur?" Jay says excitedly,
forgetting the bikinis for a second.

Instead of Jeremy, Joseph answers him, "Of course not. You think I'm going
to go cheating on your boyfriend?"

"Oh no!"

"What?" Jeremy wonders, "Something wrong with the eggs?"

"No. I got a boyfriend." Jay then laments, "Now I can't touch Joey's hairy
bod," he sulks, a tiny smile telling he's lying!

Perfect solution, Joseph says, "Unless you both do it at once, then it
wouldn't be cheating, if you're there together doing it!" he stood there,
hopeful.

It becoming a dead issue, Jay moves on, "So... exactly why were you two in
the kitchen for so long?"

"Getting your breakfast together?" Jeremy was truthful.

Then again, instead of the truth, Joseph was coming on with one of his
little, evil plots, "I'm not telling!"

Staring up at Joseph, with the same facial structure he's come to know, Jay
says, "You're keeping something from me Joey and you know what that
means?!"

Sitting at eye level with Jay, Jeremy looks up to Joseph,

"What does he mean, Joey?"

With his back to the goings on, on the beach, Joseph moves closer to Jay,
telling, "You don't walk away from an experience without getting something
out of it, do you?"

Meant to rekindle memories of an incident occurring in Jay and Jake's life,
before the surfing accident, whereas Joseph and Jared had to come bail the
two out, "I'm game," Jay reaches to his left side, hand flat against
Joseph's thigh.

"Oh-h-h-h-h..." Joseph sighs, feeling a hand on his chaps, fingertips
closing in, back of Jay's hand brushing against his pent up balls!

Looking up at his friend, Jay says, "Sweet torture, huh Joey?"

Playing the game, Joseph says, "You're still not going to find out what
Jeremy and me were doing in the kitchen for so long?!"

Not getting it, except for the erotic part, Jay's hand slowly moving in and
out of the crevice between Joseph's thigh and expanding crotch, Jeremy
says, "We were making breakfast. While I was scrambling the eggs, Joey was
pouring the..."

Getting serious on Jeremy, Joseph asks Jay, "I can't believe he's not
getting it!"

"Yeah, I know," Jay replies.

Dropping his hand, which elicits a whimper from Joseph, the pulsing in his
loins ground to a temporary halt, Jay leans over his right side, as best he
can, a curled finger telling Jeremy to lean his ear in.

After an interval of whispering, Jay sits tall in his chair.

Standing, Jeremy walks around the back of Jay's chair, reaches a hand to
the right of Joseph's elbow, picking up a plate of eggs, saying, "You don't
like my eggs, Joey?" he holds the plate between the two.

"Sure. I love eggs," Joseph reacts not sure what's on Jeremy's mind.

"I'm glad to hear that," Jeremy tilts the plate, then slams it against
Joseph's chest!

"Oh shit, Jeremy!" Joseph replies, mouth wide open, glancing from Jeremy,
staring him the eyes, the plate forcibly pushed against his hairy bod!

Sliding the plate downwards, a gleeful smile, Jeremy says, "Jay told me to
do this!"

Said in a proud manner, the plate is slid down Joseph's abs, over his
bellyhole and as instructed, Jeremy's other hand gives a tug to Joseph's
chaps, opening enough of a stretch to...

"Oh no," Joseph softly says, translated, `oh cool,' he watches, but mainly
feels the tip of the plate dip below the waistline of his leathery
pants. "I can't believe you did that," translated, `awesome move!'

Giggling, Jay jokes, "Gives a whole new meaning to `egg of your face,' huh
Joey?"

"Yeah, right," Joseph replies, picking one of the many little crumbly
pieces of scrambled eggs out of his pec hair.

"Did Jeremy tell you you could do that, Joey?"

Jeremy looks to Jay for guidance.

"Uh, no," Joseph replies.

This all started a few weeks after Jay and Jake were bailed out by Joseph
and his brother, rescued from `the evil' Master Bartosz. Jake thought it
kind of cool, although a bit severe, having his balls collared off, a small
fishing weight hanging from the leather and chained contraption attached to
both ball sacs.

Jay, Jake, Joseph and Jared all had a few beers, wandered off topic,
talking up Jay's upcoming surfing trip to Oregon, Jake mentioned it wasn't
un-erotic to have another guy in control of how and when he could shoot his
load. One thing led to another rather quickly and Jake relived the night in
Master Bartosz' dungeon, the lower basement of The Spin Club.

In lieu of the proper device, wrapped around both balls, crippling the flow
of juices to his cock, Joseph ad libbed using one of Jared's dress belts.

Knowing Joseph could get into this kinky stuff, the reason Jay and Jake
snuck into Master Bartosz' lair in the first place, they watched, trusting
Joseph would not strangle Jake's sacs.

Explaining as he went, Joseph fed the tip of Jared's belt through the
buckle, fit it around Jake's nice-sized balls and while cinching both in
one hand, proceeded to tighten the loop.

Making a long story short, because it took time to make Jake see, his
noosed-up balls could make him `real' hard, it's where Joseph brought Jay
and Jared into play.

Jared's job was making sure Jake didn't touch himself, which required
holding Jake by the wrists, arms stretched overhead.

A more interesting job, Jay was given the duty to touch Jake all over,
which when he started doing it, his brother claimed it wasn't fair.

Calling Jared a `baby', Joseph changed things up, delegated both
restraining and touching Jake split between the brothers.

In reality, Joseph was calling the shots, poor Jake left to suffer at the
hands of the three others.

Near the end, at which time Jake had secreted quite a bit of fluid, Joseph
took over stimulating both cock and balls. When Jake came, which he
heralding it as one of the hottest ejaculations he's ever had, Joseph
thought it `cute' to help Jake clean up, pouring beer over his pubes and
stomach, scrubbing away all the slippery goo!

Not the end of the story, but as for the eggs, stuffed within each little
nook and cranny of Joseph's full frontal assault of bear-hair, from pecs to
prick, Jay felt like his own personal `getting even` tactic, based on how
Jake suffered, "A little different than beer, huh Joey?"

Standing there, hands on hips, looking down his egg-littered bod, Joseph
says, "Now, who's gonna clean this up?"

Fate calling at their back door, they all hear, "Hey guys, what's up?"

"How sweet," Joseph suddenly turns from the willing victim to a sinister
`Bartosz` character.

"What happened to you, Joey?" Jake asks, stuffing the tip of his surfboard
into the sand before rising up on the deck.

Viewed by Joseph, he looks beyond Jake, over his shoulder, asking, "Aren't
you going to introduce us to your buddy," though, Joseph squints, thinking
he's already met the over-6ft., bearded surfer?

"This is Lars. He's an awesome surfer."

"Hi... again," Lars' eyes sink deep into Joseph's.

"Lars. Right," Joseph makes the connection, "I didn't recognize you without
the long hair."

"What happened to you?" Lars asks about the bits of scrambled eggs, here
and there, lodged between the follicles of black hair covering Joseph's
front.

"Oh that... these guys felt like playing a joke on me. Um, you wouldn't be
interested in helping me clean up?"

"Um, Joey, you want to clue us all in here?" Jay confronts his friend.

Jake didn't care, if he had known, the lonely plate of eggs sitting on the
table, had been brushed off the front of Joseph's bod. Too, he didn't care
if it were manners or not, stealing some from Jay's plate.

Inviting Lars in to sit, Joseph gave up his own chair. For a half hour, the
conversation centered on Lars and the sad tale on how Joseph came to know
him, through Barry Walsh, twin brother of Kevin, who worked at J&J
Marine...

A sad chapter in Lars Svensen's life, a drifter from the surfing community
out in Cali, he landed a job as a construction worker, by way of a distant
cousin, obligated by family ties, to hire him.

Right from the start, Lars was hassled about his long hair, a little longer
than his shoulders. Two men, from the day Lars started, chose to make Lars'
days, until he quit, a living hell. For instance, they laughed their asses
off when Lars was down in a ditch, digging, kicking dirt back into the
ditch whenever they passed by. Knowing this was his last hope of finding a
decent job, Lars put up with it.

Another incident, Lars was hammering two boards together, reaching up to do
so. Steve sees opportunity knocking, the tank Lars wore, creeping up his
abs wall. Using Lars' hairy navel as a target, he shoves the end of a 2x4
right into his stomach!

Again, Lars didn't report it. When coming into the job, his cousin knowing
his past troubles sticking with employment, Lars kept silent, except for
the moans, his stomach hurting. However, he didn't stay doubled up for
long, should the boss find out...

Steve and his cohort, Greg, their obsession with getting rid of `the
hippie', the thirty-something men, over drinks at a bar one night, rustled
up some surefire plans to get rid of `the hippie' once and for all. After a
few drinks, they walked down to the pier, where they knew Lars would often
sit near, watching the sun go down.

It was a perfect night for an abduction, a slice of the moon lighting the
sky, sun skating across the water and no more of a perfect scenario
unfolding, a slight cloud cover causing the beach landscape to become vague
to the naked eye.

The forces with them, no witnesses to be seen in either direction, Steve
and Greg were on Lars, before he could gather what was happening to him.

Strong, from years of construction, plus working out at the gym, it was a
cinch to put Lars in a full nelson.

Likewise, for Greg, heaving his fists into Lars` stomach, coupled with the
effects of his earlier drinking binge, it became a game of sorts, which
punch delivered made their victim belch the loudest.

After Greg belted Lars in the stomach 10 or 12 times, he wasn't counting,
Steve loosened his grip, dropping Lars into the sand.

Falling to his knees, Lars bent over, holding his bruised abs.

When they arrived, Steve had dropped the coiled rope from around his
arms. Telling Greg to pick it up, Steve got Lars to his feet. With cinching
his elbows together, behind his back, Lars was manhandled and walked, over
to where an unused boat pier stood.

Arriving at their destination, Steve loosened his grip, swung Lars around
and punched him in the balls.

His gut ached as it is, but with the terrific pain in his balls, Lars could
do nothing but surrender. Flipped over onto his stomach, a knee to his
back, one of his hands, protecting his balls, was pulled out from under
him, then the other and placed wrists together, over his head.

>From one of the ends of the rope, trussed up over a beam, Greg tied it
around Lars` left wrist. The other pulled out, they tied a rope around the
other corresponding wrist. In one big haul, the two pulled on a single
rope. Familiar with ropes and pulleys, Lars' bod began rising up out of the
sand.

Soon, Lars was in a position which he could not get out, standing, arms
over his head, splayed out to the sides of his head, wrists tethered by
ropes, attached to opposite beams of wood.

Later on, no one would ever think of Steve and Greg as being so
barbaric. Beyond working over his stomach with their fists, each took turns
lifting their knees into Lars' crotch.

At the trial, it was one blaming the other, Steve claiming it was Greg,
using his lighter to burn the hair off of Lars' bod. Even though they had a
gripe about guys with long hair, they thought it a cool idea burning the
hair off his chest. However, Greg contested it was Steve who thought it a
cool idea to roast Lars' nips.

Fortunately for Lars, one flicker of light in the darkening night, told
Steve and Greg it would provide too much attraction.

Instead, the two goons worked him over some more, Steve whipping Lars on
the back, Greg alternating gut-punches and then the two leaving him to rot.

Concluding his story, Joseph says, "Sorry for being so graphic," he looks
to Lars.

Even Jake hadn't heard the story, saying, "Wow, that's like so, so awful,
Sven," he reaches out without abandoning his eggs.

And because his accident has permanently changed his life forever, both
physically and mentally, Jay sobs, "I hope you're okay now?"

"Trust me, I'm fine," Lars replies, walking up the few steps onto the back
deck, kneeling down and taking Jay's hand.

Jeremy and Joseph show their caring as well.

After the brief interlude of connecting, Jay says, "How's your fuckin'
eggs, Jake?"

"Oh!" Jake remarks, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, "Are you
okay, buddy?"

The rest of Lars' history was easy to tell, Joseph mentioning Barry Walsh
jogging on the beach, finding Lars hanging by his arms, "Knowing Barry, he
gave me a call, at which time I got the cops involved."

Stilling kneeling there on one knee, Lars says, "It was awesome, the love
Barry show for a stranger, but you too, Joseph."

Meant to lift everyone up, Joseph says, "`Joseph?' Get with it, Lars. If
you're gonna be my friend, it's `Joey'!"

It worked, adding some cheer to the gloomy crowd, Jay saying, "That's right
Lars. Get with the program!"

Thor barked!

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Copyright 2013 T. Chase McPhee

`FiRE iSLAND BiKiNiS', and developing segments of this story, may not be
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