Date: Sat, 20 Apr 2013 05:13:53 -0700 (PDT)
From: Tchase Mcphee <survivalgame@rocketmail.com>
Subject: FiRE iSLAND BiKiNiS 03

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FiRE iSLAND BiKiNiS 03
WriTten by T. Chase McPhee

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For a few hours, Eric and JT worked at picking up a few items left by Eric,
at the apartment he shared with Gonzo. As with JT though, it was a major
amount of items hauled from the second floor and into Jared's truck.

Coinciding with securing his new position with Jared's business, it gave JT
a place to crash, since he lost his lease. Reason he was living at all with
his new employer, on the weekends he would free up some time for
Eric. Dually, this would give JT weekends off, though he was sketchy on
just how much time would be afforded to relax.

Confined to the beach house for the duration of the night, all of its
inhabitants very much favored the idea of going off to their rooms.

They were all on autopilot, especially that first night.

Sharing the full sized bed, Jared mentions, "Got enough room, JT?" his head
flopping to the right side as he lays out there on his back.

Same position, as if looking at the ceiling, JT does the same, cocks his
head to the left, "Yeah. This is good. In another week, my belongings would
be out on the curb."

"I can't believe your landlord would do such a thing. Aren't there laws?"

"Uh, yeah, but I wouldn't blame him."

"You wouldn't?" Jared grabs his pillow, hugs it as he turns on his side,
dragging the sheet which was sagged over his torso.

Moving also disturbs JT's side of the bed, "You did that on purpose, didn't
you?"

"No," Jared giggles, seeing the sheet pulled from JT's side of the bed,
unveiling the curtain over his bulging briefs, "but I wish I had!" he
laughs.

"See how you like it!" JT laughs his ass off, grabbing the sheet and
pulling `all' of it to his side of the bed.

"Gimme some!" Jared fights back, reaching for the sheet as his chest falls
flat onto JT's bod.

"Mm-mm, I like it when you're fighting me!"

His chin lying right on JT's chest, all Jared had to do is look up and he
could see a stubbly chin, "We're not supposed to be doing this. I have a
boyfriend, you know?"

Being a wiseass, JT says, "I'm not making you do anything against your
will, Jared?" with follow up, a sinister laugh!

"I'm trying to recover some of the sheet. That's all?!" Which Jared does,
hiking up onto all fours and grabbing any part of the sheet available.

"Fine. Take it all. I really don't need any of it." Rubbing his very furry
midchest area, JT says, "I probably won't get cold anyway!"

Lying there, with all the sheet to himself, Jared says, "Having fun playing
with yourself?"

"Not really. Could be a lot more funner if someone else was feeling me up?
Hint-hint?"

Upon getting ready to hit the sack, Jared had no qualms, nor sense of doing
anything wrong, since he and Paul had set up this loosely constructed
relationship, open for the fact if either of them accidentally or on
purpose was with a guy, for more than an average conversation, they would
report back to each other. When they hashed it out, Jared left, not feeling
too cool about the idea. However, right now he wasn't having any sympathy
for himself, smiling and moving like a grunt across the bed, on his
forearms and allowing the sheet to unravel from his bod, "Y'know you're
like a magnet?"

"Must be my charm, huh?" JT replies, Jared's stubble scraping over his
shoulder.

"Could be this, too?" Jared, uninhibitedly places his palm between JT's
pecs, pushing the hand away which was softly tugging at the hair follicles.

It wasn't only Jared looking forward to bedtime, JT keyed up for some
togetherness and perhaps a little more high strung than Jared, uses his
legs to propel himself closer, closing up the gap separating them by
fractions of an inch.

Without reservation, the two to at it, mashing their briefs together,
Jared's hand sliding right down JT's thick trail and under the elastic.

"Mm-mmmmm!" JT gasps, "Ohhh-yeah... play with me!"

After a few strokes, which Jared realizes was already in progress of a
fully hardened shaft, says, "Nice," kisses JT on the lips, stops briefly,
"real nice."

Whereas Jared took to handling JT's meat, he wanted a different
approach. Bowling Jared over, it's like a script which was well-rehearsed.

Falling over on his back, almost on his own side of the bed, Jared moaned,
"Oh yeah," watching, as the moonlight streamed through the window, seeing
JT get up on his hands and knees.

"I hope you don't mind that I get first dibs?" JT's hands are on Jared's
briefs, pulling them down, all the way to the ankles and then off, tosses
them freely off the bed.

"By all means," Jared gets comfy, breathing in deeply, chest rising and
falling as he cups both hands behind his head.

Coming right up between Jared's legs, JT takes the two orbs in his hand,
giving a quick lap, then asks, as he handles Jared's cock, "This as hard as
you get?"

"Only one way to find out," Jared laughs.

One hand didn't find comfort in staying behind his head for very long. With
JT going down on him and doing such an expert job at blowing him, he wanted
more, pushing down on his head.

Choking and fighting Jared's hand, JT complains, "I need some air now and
then, y'know?"

"Sorry. It felt so good I just need something more than your mouth to
fuck?!"

"Yeah, well I got an ass, you know?" JT smirks.

Whether Jared could see his reaction or not, "I'm not really at that point
yet, if you can give me an hour or so?"

Even after hauling goods for 3 hours, JT wasn't at all tired, going right
back to his slurping.

Yesterday, Jared had had the dickens of a time trying to get their twin
beds into the hallway, in order to bring their parents bed into the room he
now occupied. After breaking one of them, one of the workmen happened by
and helped Jared with the full sized bed, carrying it piece by piece.

It would have been one of the reasons Eric would have to sleep on the
floor, only when he and JT raided his apartment, they also `stole` Gonzo's
cot lent to him.

"It's not real big, but anytime that board gets too hard, you can come to
bed with me, Eric?"

He would like that very much and who knows, it might be what eventually
happens, but right now he's thinking of the business part of the
arrangements, "Thanks very much, but I think for now we should think about
what Jared wants for us?"

"Right," Jay lies there, in the only position he can, flat on his back. He
does have the ability to lift his head off the bed, about an inch and
movement of his arms, but his shoulders don't cooperate all the time,
"you're welcome."

There was silence, except for Eric yawning.

Not ready for some shuteye yet, Jay says, "I'm sorry I'm being so pushy."

"It's okay. I understand."

With more energy, Jay asks, "You do?"

Unable to fall asleep too, Eric sits up on the edge of the cot, which is
situated about 4 feet away from the side of the bed, "Sure. It's easy to
understand how someone, your age... Well, when I was 20, you think I was
any different?"

"In what way?"

"Hey, just because your legs and some other parts of you don't work right,
your brain is still working and apparently those hormones are still rushing
in and out of your cranium, which means there's no reason you should not
react to being horny, especially when..." Eric stops mid-sentence, "Oh
wait, I forgot that Jared is gay too. You and he..."

Jay knew where Eric was going with this. He knew fully well how Jared tried
making him stiff and failed, leveling with his caretaker, "Maybe Jared's
not the right person to do it for me? Maybe that's why I couldn't get it
up? You think that's possible, that one guy can make a guy hard, even
though some other guy tried and failed?"

Standing, Eric made a beeline for the bed, "Fuck Jared and his rules!"

It made Jay happy, saying, "I knew I'd wear you down!" he chortles.

"I'm such a pushover!" Not blaming himself, which at age 26, his hormones
hadn't slowed down one bit, Eric theorizes, "You think Jared and JT are
keeping on their own sides of the fence?"

With only the ability to place his left hand on Eric's forearm, Jay says,
"Right now, all I care about is you and me!"

Trying all afternoon, into the evening, Eric had wanted to spring this on
Jay, right now being the right time, "I just want to say I think you're a
cool guy."

"I like you too," Jared says.

This time, in bed, Eric was void of his muscle shirt, which as he again
hovered overhead, Jay asks, "Can I touch you now?"

"Yeah and make sure you give me some hot nip action!" Eric laughs heartily.

"I know this sounds awkward, but can you like, take my briefs off?"

At the suggestion of it, Eric retorts, "If I can take mine off!"

Laughing out two syllables, Jay says, "Wow, you've really got white teeth!
I can see them in the dark!"

"I use florescent toothpaste!" Eric jokes, knees skimming down the sides of
Jay's legs, which he can't feel, but senses the sheet uncovering himself.

"Is there such a thing?"

"Nope!" Eric laughs.

"I think I felt something!"

"Really?" Eric thinks on Jay's cock, lying keeled over on its side, after
taking his briefs down.

He had to step off the foot of the bed to remove the briefs, but hops right
back on.

"Yeah, but not."

"Huh?"

"I could feel your knuckles on my happy trail and a little of my pubes,
but, like the doc says, I might feel some sensation around my cock and
eventually it might return and I could get hard. Um, could you turn the
light on a minute?"

"Light on?" whereas Eric had his thumbs in his briefs, all ready to take
them down his legs.

"I know it's late, but can you show me how you do it at the club?"

Turning the ceiling light on, Eric asks, going on their little scenario
from this afternoon, "What's next, Master Jay?"

It made Jay giggle, seeing Eric scope out his pubes as soon as the light
went on, "Turn on the lava light and then turn the big light out?"

"Lava light?" Eric says, searching the dressers and desk tops, finding the
blue and watery statue, "Cool!"

"I always thought it would be the perfect light for making love, but I
never got to try it out."

With the room light out, Eric stands there, looking around, "Wow!"

Though, anything which is below the tabletop, does not get any type of
illumination, the reason Eric misses the edge of the bed!

"That's okay," Jay says of Eric falling across his legs, "I can't feel
anything anyway!"

Getting on his feet, walking back to the wall, feeling for the light
switch, Eric turns it back on, "That's not totally a good thing."

"Huh?" Jay blinks his eyes over and over, adjusting to the big light
streaming down from the ceiling.

"You could get hurt and not know it, which would be worse than not feeling
anything. Let me just check you out."

Jay figured what Eric said credible, but at the same time liked the play on
words, "Yeah, you do that!"

He knew Jay couldn't feel anything in his legs, but just in case, "Warn me
if you feel something?"

"Oh, don't worry," in Jay's special case, "you'll be the first one to
know... After me!"

However, with Eric moving his legs around he could find any damage, says,
after examining both, "I think your crotch is okay!"

"Y'think? Maybe you should check, Eric?"

Switching the lights off, Eric says, "I don't need light to find out!"

"More intimate too," Jay says, "and I just realized something?"

"What?" Eric asks, for the umpteenth time, crawling up the bed on his
knees.

"This is the second official time I'm going to have sex with a guy!"

Eric didn't really know how this was going to work out, whether officially
it could be termed, `sex', but went with Jay's feelings, with stipulation,
"I hope you're okay with a guy that's `much' older?"

"Never! I mean, after spending my whole life doing stuff with Jare, y'know
I really prefer older men?"

"I'm 26, you know?"

"Jare is 27. Perfect for me, if it's okay with you?"

It was, but not too young, which was a preference for Eric, though a guy
his own age or older would not phase him as something he objected to. "Fine
with me."

"Great. Can we see if you're any different than Jare, `down there?'"

In the tone of his voice, Eric could sense Jay was hyped up, giving in to
him, like a master and slave would normally act, taking the order, "Of
course, your worship!"

"I'm being bossy again, aren't I?"

"Yeah, but I like it!" Eric replies.

He did too, like taking orders from Jay, because in his own right mind, he
wasn't sure what to do, nervous to say the least and being told was a
better way of being educated than going on his own, at least for now.

"I think I felt something!"

"I didn't even touch you yet. Must be your imagination?"

"Oh," is all Jay said.

"Now I'm doing something," playing games, Eric says, "can you guess what it
is?"

"Of course. It tickles," Jay says of Eric, playing with his navel and happy
trail!

"How about this?" Eric tests, flicking his fingertips over Jay's hairy
pubes, midway between where the trail ends, integrated in the mass of dark,
kinky hair and base of his cock.

"Yup!"

Further investigating what Jay's potential could be, "But not here?" Eric
forms an `O' around the base of Jay's cock, bringing the circle of his
thumb and index finger right up to the natural ring around the head?

"I can feel `something', but trust me," Jay going on Jared already testing
him out, "it's not going to make me hard?"

True to Jay's words, no matter how much Eric moved his hand up and down the
floppy shaft, it didn't get hard.

However, he did manage to elicit several series of moans and `feel good'
words of pleasure out of Jay, "Mm-mm, oh-h-h, yeah, more please!"

More, Eric did give him, sliding down his legs, which Jay could not feel,
but Eric not immune to, switching over from hand to mouth.

Partial experimentation, Eric found out a few things. Even though it was
making himself hard as a rock, his cock and balls rubbing against the bed,
about Jay, sure enough he couldn't get hard and throughout the whole thing
about trying to help him, he didn't taste any goo escape, like normally,
when a man is in the throes of his cock-worship, fully extended and worked
over for more than a half hour.

"Anything, yet?"

"Feels good. You're doing a good job," Jay responds.

"But, you don't feel like coming or anything?"

"Nope," Jay reports back, "but it feels really awesome?"

"That's the main thing," Eric replies, getting up to his knees.

Jay didn't really mind Eric stopping, however was concerned with, "What
about you?"

"What about me?"

His eyes darting down to Eric's pubes, back up to his eyes, the lava light
was enough to show off how hard he was, "You need to get off, don't you?"

"I'm not going to fuck you. Besides, you don't like to get fucked!"

"Let's just say I've never been fucked and not sure I would ever want to
be, though Jare always says, `never say never!' If you want to get off, I
can suck you?" Jay replies, sporting an angelic smile.

Even though pumped to the max and stroking, Eric was unsure, being this was
no ordinary guy. Though, he did not want to make Jay feel unordinary, it
not being anyone's fault he was in this predicament, so questioned it, "You
don't have to do anything on my account. Only if you really want to?"

"I'm gay..."

"No, dah," Eric cuts Jay off.

"Hear me out?"

"Okay," Eric replies, still keeping himself hard, softly stroking up and
down his 8c.

"Maybe I will and maybe I won't be like this for the rest of my life, but
for now I have to make a decision about what gets me off right now. You
follow?"

"You mean, since the plumbing is sort of broke in the cellar, you need to
use the upstairs mensroom?"

"Hey," Jay points a finger at Eric, "that's good!"

"Um, yeah, but maybe not the mensroom is a good idea. Maybe..."

"Yeah, another room. Your cock and the mensroom, it brings back bad
memories of me and my so-called friend, Corky!" Jay laughs about it now.

"I'm sure there's a story there, but," Eric noticeably brings his finger
and thumb to the tip of his hard shaft, "I'm not going to be able to go on
like this all night?"

Using his hands to signal it, Jay says, "Bring it on... Bring it on!"

"Um, like how do you want me?"

"How do you want to be?"

"Let me know if anything hurts," Eric says, lifting his knees over Jay's
thighs, whereas he legs spread like a wishbone.

"Hurt?" Jay replies, watching as well as feeling the tip of Eric's stiffy
glide over his bod, almost aligned with his happy trail and then breaking
free of almost the only hairy spot on his bod, dragged up his
stomach. Reaching mid-pecs, Eric relaxes his butt, set right over Jay's
navel, "This good?"

"Is it good for you?" Jay asks, peering at Eric's shaft, setting on his
chest.

"Yes and no. Good enough for now, but I've seemed to have lost a little
momentum and... maybe you want to play with me?"

"Play with you?"

Hinting big time, Eric says, "My nips, they are like wired to my cock?"

"Oh that. Yeah. I love this," Jay isn't hesitant placing both palms on
Eric's hairy pecs, rubbing them all over the ginger-red follicles, tinted
blue by the lava light. "Wow! Feels cool!"

"Oh man!" Eric places hands behind his head and flexes his whole bod, "My
bod is totally yours for the taking!"

Liking the sound of it, Jay did a number on Eric, working his pecs, but
holding off for the moment on any nip stimulation, instead journeying on
down the fully hairy abs and because Eric had stretched out his arms,
elbows up, Jay could work a thumb into his navel, while feeling up the rest
of the forest!

"Nice! I love it!"

"Love what?" Jay asks.

"Flexing your thumb into my navel. Never thought it could feel so erotic!"

Jay replies, "You mean like this," now playing him up!

"Oh-h-h yeah!" Eric says, biting his lip.

In reality, Jay had no idea a guy's navel could feel so awesome, something
he and Jared never really explored. Now, finding it really turned Eric on,
he experimented, pulling at the sides, from inside the deep bellyhole,
tugging at the wall, all around.

"Nice!" Eric replies, dropping one hand.

"Hey, I want to do that!" Jay steals Eric's cock out of his hand!

What Eric had found out, which was more of a turn on than a turnoff, Jay
now `owned' him, "Sor-r-r-ry!" he laughs, placing his hand back behind his
head.

Then, Jay thinking Eric was getting close, or else his own hand would not
have gone for his cock, moved in for the kill, sliding both hands back up
his hairy bod, stopping at his pecs, joking, "I like making you suffer!"
which Eric wasn't at all!

Even though he only knew Jay for less than 24 hours, he sensed him not
having a mean bone in his bod. Just the same, he play along, "I love how
you make me suffer!"

The `suffering' was about to get worse, Jay moving in for the attack,
fingers and thumbs pulverizing Eric's nips!

"Oh shit!" Eric arched his back, feeling the sensations in his chest and
because of the manner in which he moved, it drove his cock into Jay's
smooth bod.

Laughing, both at the way Eric was carrying on as a result of him squeezing
both nips hard, mashing them, Jay says, "Watch out or else you're going to
be fucking my navel!"

"Maybe you don't want to taste my load?"

"No. I mean `yes'. I want to... I think?" Jay said with uncertainty.

"How about some other time?"

It did move both of them, Jay working Eric's nips the whole time Eric's
hand busied himself working his own cock and in a matter of less than a
minute, his creamy load wound up shooting strands of white goo onto Jay's
barechest.

%

Next morning, sitting in the kitchen and having breakfast, prepared by Jay
and with JT's assistance, Jared asks, "Everyone have a good sleep last
night?"

Those who were coupled up, steal a glimpse of each other, Eric answering,
"Yeah. It was okay. The cot wasn't that bad," which was meant to send a
message he didn't sleep by Jay's side, which was true. After he shot his
load, Eric had a desire to clean up, not using tissues. With total
exhaustion, he went back to sleeping on his cot, since only one could
comfortably fit on the twin bed, with Jay flat on his back.

"Good to hear," Jared was pleased with Eric's answer.

Though, JT, knowing why Jared asked, didn't think it fair.

They set out, sharing a bed, but as separate entities. Panning out, after
their sex, he and Jared wound up spooning each other for most of the
night. Though they woke up separated, Jared on his side, JT on his stomach,
one arm hanging over the side of the bed.

Didn't matter much what JT thought, because Jay wasn't concerned with his
brother's private matters. All he could think of was the intimate amount
time they spent by lava light. It was a whole different frame of mind, not
getting close to his brother!

Wanting to migrate away from the subject, JT brings up, feeling free to
pour his own second cup of java, "Say, has anyone ever mentioned how you
two guys look like actors?"

After taking a sip of coffee, like it was too hot, but not, Eric agrees,
pointing at each of the Evans guys, "Yeah, that's it!" To Jay, "Zac
Efron. You're a dead ringer for him!"

"Let me guess?" Jared poses the question to JT, "I look like Will Grant?"

"Yeah," his brother claims, "in drag!"

"Shut up!" Jared crumbles up his napkin and hurls it at Jay.

JT casually says, meant to send a message, attached to the handsome,
Hollywood hunk's picture frame, "I was thinking more, `Matt Bomer'?"

"Mm-mm!" Jared replies, humming the last delicious syllables!

Jay exchanges glances with his brother, "I think we should keep them, what
do you think, bro?"

Making it like it's the first time they've heard something heard over and
over about themselves, the same comparisons, Jared says, "You really think
so?"

"I'm all for it!" Eric raises his hand, to be counted among the votes!

JT says, "Um, do I get your vote, Jared?"

With that settled, at least joking around, because he knew, at least where
he was concerned, he was here on a trial basis, Eric asks, "So, what do you
guys usually do on a Saturday?"

"Jare usually deserts me and goes to the store," Jay replies.

"Horrors! And leaves you by yourself?" Eric asks, concerned.

"Sure," Jay replies "Shoves me in the closet until he comes back!"

"What?!" Eric slams his hand on the table.

However, JT is wise, Jared scratching his nose with his middle finger,
saying, "You don't actually believe that little fibber, Eric?"

"Oh course not," Eric didn't, didn't think Jared would do such a dastard
deed.

Tidying up his tie, Jared says, "All kidding aside, it's not like Jay has
been alone at the mansion. He can always summon up one of the house staff
if there's a problem."

"Right," Jay agrees, "but it's like, I've tried to live as independent as I
could, because it's like I never know when I will have to care for myself."

Eric looked on it in a different way, but since he was starting to really
like Jay, "Oh, so I'm taking on the job of what..." he counts on his
fingers, "housekeeper, laundryman, chaffeur, poolboy and cook?"

Jay jumps in, "Where have you been, Eric? They don't call them `cooks'
anymore. Try `chef'?"

Placing a hand on his hip, Eric retorts, "Well, excuse me!"

"We gotta go," Jared says.

"We?" Jay asks.

"Sure. Why do you think I have clothes on?" JT jokes.

The two slide off their counter stools, grabbing dress jackets, Jared
picking up his laptop case, "We'll only be gone half the day. We're headed
out to the satellite store, so if you need me, cell me?"

"No," Jay sasses his brother, "I'm going to call the store and ask them to
page Mrs. Evans," sticks his tongue out!

"I'm sure there's a story for that?" JT asks.

Eric, waiting in the wings, showed curiosity.

"I was dating this really hot guy, which little bro obviously was jealous
of..."

"`Was not!"

"He calls the main store and has them page Mrs. Evans, which my boyfriend,
who I happened to be giving a guided tour of the store, asks me if there's
any relation."

"I had that asshole pegged from the beginning, Jare, and you know it!" Jay
jumps in on Jared's story, faster than Pitbull on a duet.

"Really?" Eric glances swiftly back and forth between the brothers.

"What happened?" JT probes.

Rather than Jared, Jay picks up where he left off, "I was on him from the
beginning, an egotistical son-of-a-bitch, who would have turned Jare's life
into a living hell. Tell them what he did to you!"

Rather than telling the whole room, Jared focuses his attention of an
incident which occurred once and then put to rest, never to be spoken about
again, focuses his attention on Jay, "Okay, so you were right. I should
have listened to you."

"It's not often I was ever right with you, Jare."

Throwing his laptop into JT's stomach, for him to hold, Jared sweeps right
past him, around the counter and confronts his brother, stooping over,
"What do you mean? You're right plenty of times!"

"Sure. Now that I'm in this dumb wheelchair, you're always patronizing me,
but back when I wasn't, you could do no wrong?" Jay speaks his mind.

Eric and JT just stood there and shut up.

Standing up slowly, inhaling his breath, filling his lungs, Jared knew
everything Jay was saying was the truth. When they were younger, even
though they were good friends, there were times when the older of the
brothers could be more domineering, even at times, what happens when
there's an older sibling and a younger one is born into the family,
stealing the affection of both parents right out from under him.

Yet, times change and as they aged, with their busy lives, the accruing of
wealth, the parents took advantage of things like cruises and vacations on
foreign soil, often leaving the boys in the company of house staff, during
school time.

Truth seeped out, "I took care of you when mom and dad weren't around?"

It's something Jay had to admit, "Right. I suppose if you hadn't I would
never had come out of my shell?"

Eric gave the brothers their space, when Jared backs up and sits on a
stool, migrating over to where JT stood.

Smiling, after their heated discussion of words, Jared says, "Not to
mention, receiving your first blow job?"

Placing a hand to the side of his mouth, JT says to Eric, "Finally, it gets
interesting!"

Eric says back to him, "Don't get your suit wet!"

However, it did not turn into a steamy conversation, the two very well
knowing how their lives changed as a result of wealth entering the family
coffers. Perhaps they've regretted some aspects of life, given the time
period between striking it rich and the accident which stole their parents
away from them.

"I'm sorry I said what I said. You know it's only this crippling stuff,"
and with animosity, Jay bangs his hands on the arms of the wheelchair.

Leaning towards his brother, Jared places a soft touching of hand to
forearm, "No one could have predicted our futures. If anyone asks me, which
sometimes I `have' received the indifferent question, `do you keep me from
doing what I want?', I always answer, `never'."

"Really?" Jay softens his tone. "Don't some disagree?"

"Yeah," Jared smiles, "but I tell them the blow jobs are hot!"

Knowing Jared meant it in his own favor, Jay turns the tables, "Then you
offer them one, to show how good you get it?"

It made JT and Eric giggle.

Standing, Jared claps his hands together, with result of a loud noise,
announcing, "On second thought," he turns to JT, "your orientation is going
to have to wait till Monday!"

"Monday?" JT questions.

Getting it, Eric swipes the briefcase out of JT's grasps, "In other words,
you're playing hooky on your first day!"

"Cool! Really?" Jay exclaims.

Passing up JT, Jared says, approaching Eric to remove his laptop, "How's
Eric going to learn how everything works around here, if I'm not around to
teach him?"

Meekly, Jay says, "I might be able to help?"

Just then, there's a knock at the back door.

"Going for it is up for grabs," Jay says, when everyone just stands there!

"I guess that's part of my duties," Eric puts on stuffy airs, about facing
and heading for the back of the house.

"Willing," Jared replies. "I think he's going to work out fine."

Of the remark, JT thinks the same thing about last night, though his
thoughts are clouded with this guy Jared mentioned, `Paul.'

Eric comes back, a grin on his face, "Says he's a friend of Jay's. `Jake
Lasko?'"

First, Jay returns Eric's smile, then greets his surfing bud, Jake bending
over and hugging him.

"Eh-h-h-h, you're still wet!" Jay complains.

"Yeah. Thought I'd bring you a little of the ocean!" Jake replies.

When he bent over to give Jay an affectionate `hello', the other three
visibly licked their lips, sending an unspoken message about the bikini
bathing suit hiking down, exposing a fleshy line!

"Want some breakfast?"

Jake says, "Why else would I be stopping by?"

JT `mentions', "Uh, nice swimsuit you got there, Jake!"

He gets a big nudge of the elbow from Jared, just in time for Jake to see
it, Jake replying, "Nice suit you got there, um?"

Jared says, "The flirter's name is JT, short for `juicy thinking'!"

Walking over near him, Jake says, "Oh really? What's on your mind?"

Quickly thinking up something else, JT asks, "Where's your board?"

"Out back, leaning against the railing. Nice tie," Jake gives it a tug.

"So, what are we `really' doing today, Jare?" Jay asks.

He's always been the one, since Jay has really needed someone's lead, "What
would you like to do?"

After helping himself to a scrap of toast off of Jay's plate, Jake says,
"By the way, did you know there's a surf competition going on down the
beach?" and to top it off, "Plenty of hot guys!"

"Let's go!" Jay is ready and willing, only to hit the downer, "Except these
wheels aren't compatible with sand?"

"Nonsense!" Eric rules it out. "There's 4 strong men here and if we might
commandeer Jake's board, I'm sure we can provide some transportation?"

JT, holding up a bicep, trying to flex it up into a large bump, replies,
"Did he say 4 strong men?"

"Don't be a wimp," Eric says, like owning the whole seen. "Take your jacket
and shirt off. Just maybe we can find something underneath?" he laughs.

"Even if you don't," JT responds, "it's for sure I'm not wearing these
clothes on the beach!"

"You think I am?" Jared adds, pulling JT's arm, walking off towards the
bedroom.

While `in the neighborhood', not only doing his ritual early morning
surfing, Jake hits Jay with a hint, "Hey, who's using your loft?" knowing
Jay can't hike up there anymore.

"No one. Why, you want to change?"

Jake, helping himself to an apple, "Yeah, like often?"

Already helping to clear up breakfast, Eric reads right into it, "I think
he's hitting you up for a room!"

"I don't have a problem with it, but you're going to have to run it by my
landlord," Jay laughs.

With his true intentions of visiting with Jay this morning off his plate,
Jake then turns to the dish washer, "Aren't you going to introduce us?" he
looks towards the sink.

"Eric, this is my friend who works at his father's gas station, rides a
mean surfboard and as you can tell, can really pack it into a speedo!"

The last comment earned Jay a swat in the back of the head, Jake greeting,
"Hey, how's it going?"

"Fine," Eric replies, both hands in the soapy water. "You do look good in
the suit?!" he winks.

If he could, Jay would have probably kicked Eric in the shin for flirting,
but then again, they have only known each other for under 24
hours. Besides, his outlook on life, since the accident has been one of a
future filled up with a lonely existence.

"I see he's got you doing dishes. How mundane," Jake leans his chin over
Eric's shoulder.

"Nothing much to see," Eric says, turning his head and visibly staring at
Jake's morning scruff.

Intentionally or un-, Jay says, "Hey, you know what?"

"What?" both Eric and Jake move their heads to face Jay's direction.

"You guys make a nice couple!" Jay forced a happy smile.

"Right," Jake said, backing off.

Eric switches the subject, "Uh, you wouldn't happen to have a spare swim
suit in my size, would you, Jay?"

"Maybe and maybe not," Jake jumps in, "though he's got like drawers and
closets full of them. Wanna take a look?"

Following the two, Jay rolls himself along, time repeating itself in his
head. It is really how he got to know Jake, surfing on `his' beach, Jake
happened to find a tear in his speedo. Jay is the one who told him!

From there, the ball got rolling, their friendship taking off and whereas
they hardly noticed each other in school, it took off as well.

Next, Jay found himself working at the family gas station. Then, to put a
downer into things, while Eric and Jake shopped his bedroom for a swim suit
in Eric's size, Jay dwell on dreams of keeping his job at the service
station for the summer, only to have it all go down the drain after his
accident.

"Hey, why the mundane look, buddy?" Jake calls over.

"Nothing," Jay replies.

"Don't lie or else I'll have to tickle torture you, bro!" Jake says,
walking over to the wheelchair.

Eric watched from the distance, seeing Jake go for Jay's guts, only having
his victim give in before any tickling came about. He thinks back to 5
minutes ago, Jay naming himself and Jake a couple, but from his perspective
he wondered the same about the two. He even jokes about it, "I hate to
break up this lover's quarrel, but which do you think will look good on
me?"

"That's easy," Jake goes back to the dresser, "like, which one will fit?"

Of no surprise to Jay, seeing Eric change into something for bed last
night, but Jake was the eye-popping one, as Eric dropped his pants, then
briefs, "Uh, I don't think any of these are going to fit that monster!"

Being the wiseguy he can be, getting even for trying to tickle him, Jay
says, "Why don't you try Jake's ass, Eric!" finding it funny as hell,
laughs it off!

"Oh really?" Eric plays along, "Like you've been there, done that and know
what treat would be in store?"

Blushing as all hell, Jake says, "Funny is funny guys, but making jokes
about a subject as mundane as a gay guy's ass, find something new to talk
about?"

Then, switching sides, Jay asks, "For the record, should we tell'm Jake?"

"No," Jake responds with pompous attitude, "keep him guessing!"

Eric says to Jake, "Does that mean someday I might find out?"

Not knowing the position Eric was hired for, thinking he's just helping
out, "I dunno. You'll have to ask your boyfriend about that!"

"We're not boyfriends, Jake!" Jay says.

"Oh, you're not. Oh," Jake is left without words to reflect the situation.

Rather than voice opinion on how it could someday be, with the most
evidence of impression left so far, how Jay made him hard just by tweaking
up his nips, he sticks to the prospectus, "I was hired to run the household
and run Jay out of the house when necessary... Oh wait a minute... that
didn't come out right."

"Whatever your meaning," Jake says, "it's the truth. Jay should be getting
out of this mundane existence and into society. When was the last time you
were out?" he poses to Jay.

Jake holds up a suit, not a speedo, but a conventionally stitched suit,
choosing it for Eric, at which point Jake remembers he's hungry, the trio
heading back to the kitchen, Jay answering, "Yesterday, for your
information, out on the deck with Jare!"

"I have a good mind to have Eric help me throw you in the back of my truck
and... oh wait a minute... I just thought of something," Jake laments.

By the complete turnaround in Jake's attitude, him sitting on a kitchen
stool and sagging his whole self onto the island counter, Eric and Jay know
something is up, Jay asking, "What's wrong Jake?"

So wrapped up in Jay, plus scoping out Eric, it took away from the memory
of his own troubles, "I meant to tell you. Yesterday, my dad caught me
innocently kissing some guy who stopped for gas."

"You're not out?" Eric asks.

"Can't be. I mean, I couldn't. Well, not anymore, because yesterday I got
snagged and now my whole family knows I'm gay," Jake says with sadness.

"I'm guessing they didn't take it well?" Eric asks, closing in on the
kitchen island.

All along, Jay has known Jake's family history, divulging, "Jake's family
is like `super-religious'. You always live with the fact, if you come out,
you either convert to being straight or walk." Since Jake is distraught
over it, Jay says, "I'm thinking, that Jake would never back out of
accusations, so you walked?"

Lifting his head up, the 20-year old had tears in his eyes, "Not only me,
but the dude I kissed was Coach Brickman. It was on impulse, but happened
at the wrong time, my dad pulling the tow truck into the station."

"Coach Brickman?" Eric questions. "Coach at the high school?"

"Yeah." Jake fills them in on some history, "He was first in leading the
gay faculty and students out of the `high school closet' last year. After a
few visits to the gas station we started dating, but secretive."

"Nothing wrong with that," Eric, thinking of the coach's age vs. Jake, a
visible difference.

"Wouldn't be, except now my dad is making a big stink about it. I mean,
there's nothing he can do about Coach really, but he's making it tough on
me," in a sobby tone, Jake tells his story.

"They'll get over it, won't they?" Eric hands Jake a tissue, grabbing it
from the counter next to the refrigerator, which doesn't work too swiftly.

"No, Eric," Jay helps his surf-bud out, "you don't know Jake's
parents. They're fanatics."

"When I got home yesterday afternoon, I made like nothing happened, only it
did. Dad didn't say anything at the station, but I knew he knew. One time I
heard him talking about us `homos', and he said of some other kid, if it
were his kid, he'd be out on his butt. Later on, in front of one of the
church members, talking about the same situation, they said praying about
it, a person could be `healed' of their homosexuality."

"You don't believe that hogwash, do you?" Eric confronts Jake.

"Of course not. It would be the farthest thing from my mind. In fact it
was, because when I came home my old man was on the phone with the preacher
from church."

Jay says, "I guess that's when the shit hit the fan?!"

"Not right away. I ran up to my room first and panicked. After five seconds
of looking around, I knew I had to take what I could and get the hell out
of there."

"You can't take everything," Eric curious of what he did take.

"I know, but I knew I needed clothes and stuff and oh God, my surfboard!"
Jake's attitude picks up, because it was the thing most precious to him!

"Of course!" Jay agrees.

Come to find out, Jake threw his bed spread out the window, followed by all
the clothes in his draws and some hoodies, plus all the stuff a person
takes with him when they evacuate in a jiffy. Lastly, he plops on his head
his favorite cap, a Quiksilver one, special to him because Jay had given it
to him and it was Jay's favorite cap!

"When I went to get my truck out of the garage, it wasn't there," Jake
wraps up his story.

"No way!" Jay automatically thinks of what happened to it. "You got that
for your 18th birthday, Jay!"

"I know. He had no right to keep me from it. I was livid when he told me he
had somebody holding it for him. I have to admit I wasn't in a very civil
mood, cursing at him and accusing him of being a homophobe. It's when he
hauled off and slapped me in the face, which, in total surprise, it knocked
me right on my ass," Jake's woeful attitude returned, even to the point of
where he `felt' the slap from his father. "Now," he sulks, "I don't have
anyone... almost."

The cliffhanger had them wondering, Jay asking, "Where are you staying now?
Do you need any money?"

"The only person I could think of calling was Coach. He offered to come
pick me up, but I told him to meet me on the corner. I only had my sack of
clothing and laptop with me."

"What about your surfboard?"

It drove Jake deeper into depression, sarcastically answering, "What about
it?"

"He wouldn't let you have it?"

"No, but it's not like he confiscated it, well tried to. I walked in the
door with it, but we like, had a tug-o-war with me trying to leave with
it. When he grabbed it, the front tip of it rammed into the wall. Not only
the wall got broke!"

It's like Jake's whole life drained out of him, Jay saying, "Like
oh... my... god! You've had that surfboard since you were 15-years old!"

"I know," he sulked some more.

Jay wanted to go over to him, hug him, but caring about someone physically
wasn't a trait yet learned, from a wheelchair, so he cast the
responsibility on Eric, nodding to him.

As if they were on the same channel, Eric went all out, turning Jake around
on the swivel seat and hugging him.

Jay smiled, just knowing Eric would do the same for him.

Force of habit, Jay goes to the fridge to get some water, opens it to
darkness and nothing in there, "Oh shit!"

"What?" Eric calls over Jake's shoulder.

"Nothing. I'm getting tired of this fridge being here. I wish Jared would
hurry up and find that cute delivery guy!"

"What?" Jake turned around too.

"Private joke," Jay reaches into the plastic cooler, "want a drink?" he
pulls out a bottle of water. Not waiting for answer, he tosses it across
the kitchen island.

"Oops!" Eric says, catching it, but almost bowling Jake over.

"I'm okay," Jake replies. If he was really, really okay, he might have
liked the idea of Eric's bod pressed against his, cushioned by the kitchen
counter.

"Thanks," Jake replies to Eric, twisting the top off like it were a cool
beer at the gay bar he formerly danced at.

"So," Jay recapitulates, "you have some gear and clothing from your house,
but no car and surfboard, but how did you get here today and what were you
riding on the waves?"

Eric and Jake, parted, he says, "Coach's extra surfboard and since there's
a competition on the beach, he and the team from the high school are
meeting on the beach, but I was wondering something?"

"Anything!" Jay jumps at the opportunity to help his friend.

"Right now, Coach doesn't mind helping me out with housing, but he says
it's not really a good idea we're together... in his house, that is."

From the impression Eric got, "I thought you two were going together?"

"We are, but he says because of how things are with me and my father, for
at least for the rest of the school year, it would be better until then, if
we lived separately," Jake explains.

Eric concludes, "It might not look good for Coach, but I'm not condemning
him for not standing up to your father. He's doing the right thing."

Just knowing, Jay offers, before Jake can hit him up, "You're welcome to
use the loft?"

They stare at each other, the obvious already being said, "You're the
best!" he runs around the corner, but unsure of how the approach should be,
kneels down to the side of the chair.

"Whew!" Eric sees an opening for humor, "I thought Jake was going to blow
you!"

"I wish!" Jay replies, taking the half hug, including the chair.

Feeling like a jerk, already knowing Jay can't get it up, "Sorry I opened
my big mouth!"

Getting even, maybe not Jay saying it, but applauding Jake for it, "Big
mouth? Hm, I'd like to know where you're staying, Eric, just in case I get
horny in the middle of the night?"

Jay replies, "He's sleeping part time on the cot in `my' room!"

"Oh," reading into it, Jake says, "I see. Well, how about your brother?"

"Uh," Jay looks to Eric for assistance, "for now it looks like..."

Eric puts in, "Let's just say I think Jared and JT probably got a little
farther on than you and me last night?"

"Wait!" Jake says, "That other guy, JT, he's not Jare's boyfriend or
something?"

"Oh, he's something," Jay says, followed by Eric laughing as well, "he's my
brother's new `whatever' at the satellite store."

"You mean he has a job doing something, but it's nothing? I'm confused,"
Jake replies.

Eric clears things up, "From what JT tells me, he's a go between, making
sure the satellite store keeps well stocked and keeps Jared up to date on
what's selling and the `dogs'."

"Nice job. Wish I had one!"

"Oh-h-h-h no-o-o-o-o!" Jay whines over what he forgot about, but could only
guess the truth, "Not your job, too?!"

"Yeah. How could I expect not to get fired by my own homophobic
father. Would you believe I got a text from the preacher at the church,
wanting me to come in for counseling?"

"Sorry," Jay passes right over, "but I don't care about the
preacherman. What about a job?"

Like stepping carefully on broken glass with bare feet, Jake approaches
Jay, "I was wondering.... do you think... Jared, he might have an opening
for me?"

Eric and Jay look at each other, knowing explicitly, Jared had said JT was
the last person he was hiring for the summer, "No, but you know where the
deck is on the house?"

Throwing his left thumb over his shoulder, Jake says, "Out there?"

"Yeah, that's the place. Well, there's no jobs at the marine store, but
Jare is having a swimming pool put in. As soon as it's in, we're going to
need a poolboy. How about it?"

A kind smirk follows, Jake trying to figure, "Like, when do you plan to
have it finished?"

"I dunno," Jay replies. "Jared is trying to work with the contractor on a
day to start it!"

"Brilliant," Eric says sarcastically, looking to Jake.

Bending over, Jake places a kiss on the top of Jay's head, saying, "I
always knew you were a sweetheart!"

"Then you'll take the job?" Jay acts excited.

Not wanting to disappoint Jay, his best friend, he replies, "How could I
turn you down?"

For the reality of things, Eric asks, "So where are you going to work until
then?"

"Well, since I have free room and board for the moment, for the weekend I'm
going to enjoy the surfing competition with my best buddy!"

There were a few things bothering Jay, but he kept his thoughts to
himself. Like, he didn't ask Jared for the okay on Jake staying with
them. About the food and other amenities, he didn't care. However, he had
to find some reason to make the situation right and it coming upon him,
asks, "Eric?"

"Yeah?" he starts drying the dishes, Jake stealing the towel out of his
hand, to help out.

"Are you a good driver? I mean, do you know how to drive?" Jay pops the
question, which could be deemed stoopid!

"Of course. I would have said I didn't when Jared asked me."

"What a shame."

Coming over to the area of the kitchen where Jay is hanging, Eric asks,
"Okay. Tell me what's churning around in that evil mind of yours?"

"Well," he treads lightly, making two fingers walk the tightrope up the
railing of his wheelchair, "if you suddenly realized you are `not' such a
good driver, then..." he brightens up, "Jake could drive me around! What do
you think?"

"I think Jared is smarter than that," Eric says, walking back to the sink
to put dishes away.

"Oh," Jay sulks.

"Thanks again, bud," Jake says, "but I'll find something somewhere."

"Then again," Eric speaks like he's telling a joke, "this dish water is
really making my hands raw. Would be nice if I didn't have to do dishes!"

"Oh, I just realized," Jake looks around, "you don't have a dishwasher?"

Jay says, "It stopped working right after the fridge. Jare's waiting on
some cute boys."

"What is that about?" Jake asks.

"Oh, nothing. I complained to Jare about the inconvenience of not having a
fridge and he said he was waiting on a cute delivery man."

Eric jokes, "Hm, I guess we'll all have our eyes open when delivery day
comes around!"

"Why didn't he go to the appliance store in town? They deliver 24 hours,"
Jake says.

"He had to special order from some company who makes appliances for
cripples like me," Jake replies.

Seeing Jay slip into a coma of feeling sorry for himself, Eric felt for it
the first time. Since they were going to be seeing each other quite a lot
of the time, he says, "Good! Feel sorry for yourself. Get it out of your
system so we don't have to hear about it for the rest of our lives!"

Jakes eyes grew as big as saucers, his jaw dropping open, with the
inability to say a thing.

Anyone else saying it, they might have found a kitchen knife stuck through
their flesh, but Jay looked right over it, "No! I'm going to keep
complaining until it drives you out of my sight, Eric!"

Not afraid to say it, thinking probably Jay and Jake have done some stuff
in bed, "Oh, then who's going to play with my nips?"

It made Jay laugh, "I'm sure your cock won't know the difference between
mine and your own fingers?"

Getting in on it, Jake complains, "You never played with my nips?!"

"Hm," just as Eric has thought, "you two `have' gotten it on, have you?"

Jake speaks up, "Of course. Ever hear of anyone getting fucked long
distance?"

Jay has dropped enough hints, about rather liking to fuck, not being
fucked, "So, what did it feel like to have a pencil up your ass, Jake?"

"Shuddup, Eric. If I could, I'd jump out of this chair right now and split
you in half!"

Formulating it with his hands, fat, round and long, Jake says, "He could do
it too, I'm witness to that! Trust me, it's not some plain, mundane size!"

"Is that so?" Out to size up Jake, Eric asks, "Must've been a tight
opening?"

Being facetious, Jay says, "In other words, Eric wants to know how big I
could get and how hot a fuck you can be, Jake?"

"I think we should get off the subject," Jake wisely diverts the
conversation.

"Right," Eric replies, seeing it Jake's way, which the danger could be, to
lead Jay back into depression over the inability to get it up.

"I wonder what's taking Jare and JT?"

Eric says, "Probably Jared had to crochet a speedo for JT. I'll go find
out."

Jake's farewell, "Don't slip and fall in, Eric!"

"He thinks they're getting it on," Jay says.

"Don't you?"

Jay reconciles, "Who am I trying to kid?"

"No one and about yourself?"

"What about me?"

Once again kneeling down on one knee, on Jay's level, Jake says, "I don't
care if you can't get it up. Even though you have Eric to take care of you,
anything you ever want or need, ask me and it's yours," he stretches his
neck to place a kiss of Jay's cheek.

"I love you too, Jake!"

Nodding his head up and down, "I do too. Really."

Jay thought of himself as kidding, but staring into Jake's completely
honest eyes, "You do, don't you?"

"How could I not, when my best friend gives me his favorite surfing cap?!"

"You brought it, didn't you?"

"You think the old man would wear it? Coming from a gay guy, he'd burn it!"

"I wonder if he'll ever come around?" Jay ponders.

"The cap, it's out on the deck with Coach's board."

Wondering, Jay asks, "You and Coach, I was under the impression you and he
had something going?"

"Between you and me, we sleep together, have an oral nightcap, but other
than that, there's nothing really going on," Jake reports. "Besides, I
think he's hitting on the history teacher. At least Coach talks about him."

Satisfied, Jay covers one item, "Well, if you ever meet some guy and fall
head over heels in love with him, I don't want you hanging around here!"

"Shut-the-fuck-up Jay! I'm here for you and that's all that's happening, so
don't even try to pawn me off on some other guy!"

"I wasn't pawning you off on anyone, Jake!"

Both knew they were playing each other up, Jake saying, "Wanna see what
Coach's surfboard looks like?"

Heading out onto the deck, they visited with the dapper surfboard, Jay
going into detail of how the backyard was going to change, after Jared
soaked into it a quarter of a million dollars!

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Copyright 2013 T. Chase McPhee

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