Date: Fri, 29 Aug 2014 07:56:21 -0400
From: TCHASE MCPHEE <survivalgame@outlook.com>
Subject: FiRE iSLAND BiKiNiS ~ ?MAkiNG WaRRioRs? 15

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areas, which the story is staged. If a sexual scene involving male-to-male
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FiRE iSLAND BiKiNiS ~ `MAkiNG WaRRioRs' 15
WriTten by T. Chase McPhee


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Even after all Jay has been through, one thing plagued him, his inability
to shrug off his teen years.


Which is why, an hour after Eric, still beneath him, started to feel hard,
he was begging, "Can I watch you come?"


"Are you kidding?" Eric first off acts nervy, "You made me hard, you're
going to do something about it!"


Thinking of the most advantageous position for Jay, even though he won't be
able to view too much, with Jay lying with head on his chest, Eric moves
him into position, "Comfortable?"


"Still a little slippery," Jay says, yet manages, wrapping his right arm
around the back of Eric's head, tagging the left shoulder, his left hand
engaged in the jerking off procedure.


"No matter," Eric says, "long as your hand is slippery!"


One downside for Jay, when Eric came, which didn't take long, only a few
swipes up and down of the hand, even though Eric's head fell over the side
of the air mattress, Jay almost went deaf, even with his right ear hearing
the pangs of spent sex over Eric's heartbeat.


"Whoa, will you look at all this stuff?" Jay laughs, lifting Eric's good
off his cock, from around and inches above, into long, sinewy strands.


Both arms suddenly encompass Jay, Eric saying, "That was the best orgasm
I've ever had!"


Jay figures, "How many have you had? Two?"


Escaping the true answer, Eric says, "It was great. Really great. Now, how
about you?"


Belaboring the point, Jay tells him, "I'm not going to talk about it
anymore!"


Yet, like a little kid in beach sand, Jay had a delightful time swirling
Eric's cum around, filling his bellyhole, emptying it by poking his finger
in the deep navel, slicking down the almost nonexistent treasure trail, yet
happy there was a scant amount of hair, asks, "How come you trim your
pubes?"


Sliding off a bit, Eric can see the `wet', "Makes my cock look bigger?"


"Hard, you look like a 9?" Jay puts it to him.


"It's not every guy who measures with a ruler?" Eric jokes, but sends a
message, caving in, "I think I'm around a 7."


"Don't tell me," Jay offers his own sense of humor, "you used to guess cock
sizes at the carnival?"


Smiling, Eric replies, "Wouldn't that be fun?"


After their nice little conversation, Jared didn't want to be the one,
sending Joseph over, "Your father says you're getting too much sun, to get
out of it," he informs Jay and walks away.


Across the way, Jay lifts and arm, waves, yells, "Okay dad. I'll get on it
right away!"


Things shifted around a little, Joseph delivering Jared's message to Jay,
barges into the conversation at the grill, between Dirk and Karl.


Becoming a third counterpart and seeing he's losing his appeal on Dirk,
Karl, seeing Jared alone, decides it a good time to talk `Nook'
business. He slides a beer into Jared's hand as he sits down.


No one really notices Oz and Kiernan disappearing, being they left by the
hardly-used front entryway.


Even though it looked like he lacked sensitivity, Jay says to Eric, "I hope
my brother finds someone to be happy with."


Dwelling on the same correlation, Eric says, "Me too!"


"Are you kidding? With your good looks, muscled bod, not to mention how
much fluid you just shot into my hand, you're destined to get snatched up
by some hot dude, Eric?!"


With Eric's caressing arms, they manage to form a single cocoon, facing
each other, Eric stirring up food for thought, "How would you like to be
that `hot dude' in my life?"


With all the answers, based on his inabilities, Jay says, "Nonsense,
Eric. You've got to find someone who's going to fulfill all your needs."


"And how would you know what my needs are? I mean, my favorite thing is
having a guy jerk me off?!"


Wise, Jay says, "Liar!"


"Okay, maybe second favorite thing, but..."


"I was thinking about that," Jay says, still upbeat attitude.


"Thinking about what?"


"Your number 1 favorite thing."


"Number 1?" Eric is genuinely stumped, staring face to face into Jay's
baby-blues.


"Fucking around, give you a hint?" Jay laughs.


"Oh. Thaaat!"


Then, speaking his mind, Jay says, "I think it would be cool to have a
third guy in the relationship to satisfy the other dude's needs and I could
sort of... look on? It's like watching a porn movie?"


Eric sat on that one for a while, not wanting to shoot Jay down on his
revelation, "Interesting concept."


"What?" Jay detected something amiss.


"No, I think it's a good idea."


"No you don't. In fact, you think it sucks!"


Staring Jay in the face, a crooked smile comes to Eric's face, "Do you
always know when someone's fibbin' ya?"


"No," Jay lets him down easy, "only cute muscle-heads!"


Looking around, like he was searching the pool area for something, Eric
says, "Oh, you mean your brother," the next in line for muscle-dom status!


Well, it struck Jay like a ton of bricks, taking in a deep, deep exhale,
afraid Eric might have hit on historic secret of Jared and himself in bed,
out of bed, any position Jared or he assumed in order for him to be
educated on how gay men have sex, "Uh, maybe?"


Maybe Jay had the gift to know when a guy was fibbing, but he wasn't the
only person in the world with the ability to read minds, "I'm sure there's
more to that, but... are we going to waste the rest of the day lying by the
pool, or I thought maybe you would like to go out on our `first real
date'?"


"Really?" Jay jumped the gun, pressing with his arms on the chair, lifting
his butt a fraction of an inch, "Where are you taking me?"


Instead of just Jay, on their first outing, Eric stands, announces, "Hey,
who's up for some beach volleyball?"


Like he was out of breath, Jay draws all the air in, "I can't go to the
beach!"


"Why not?" Eric asks, arms flanked out to the sides, like he was holding
the earth in his hands.


"Dah, wheels don't roll on sand?" Jay puts it to him.


"Who needs wheels, when you've got a surfboard!"


Squinting both eyes, Jay says, "In case you haven't heard, my surfing
career died a year ago?"


Jared had already thought this out, yet never implemented it, "I think what
he means is not standing up on it, but your butt sitting on it, moron?"


"Thank you, Jared," Eric says.


"Dense," Jared replies, tossing his finger around his own ear, signifying
the other person, `crazy!'


Looking at the two, Eric throwing his arm around Jared's neck, as if they
were long-lost mates, Jay has two senses of direction. One, okay, he was a
jerk for ever thinking Eric meant standing on the board. The other, it
wouldn't be so bad having his brother as the third wheel, "Okay. Let's get
ready."


It wasn't meant to be though, making it to the beach to watch volleyball ,
aka mankinis, Adam coming over, saying, "Uh, Scott's foot is hurting him
something awful. I know this is a weird question, but how does one get to
emergency room without wheels?"


But there were `wheels', even though Jay's chair sat at the bottom of the
pool for quite some time, before Jared decided to fish it out, Jay being
the one to give up his throne, "Who says we don't have wheels?" he points
to his chair, sitting poolside.


Just then, enters two of their friends, like God-sent, "Hey, what's up?"
Evan says, rolling in.


Randy explains, "We heard you were hanging out at a new nest?"


Like he had an evil thought on his brain, Jared says, "Hmm, I wonder if
those two wouldn't mind spending Sunday afternoon by the pool?"


Knowing his brother's mind, Jay asks, "What if they don't?"


A toothy grin forming out of a small smile, Jared says, "I'm Randy's
boss. He has to do what I say!"


"I like it when you're devious!" Eric exclaims, he and Jared walking over
to meet the duo.


>From a distance, Jay was thinking, not on volleyball, nor Scott's tender
foot, not which he did not feel moved, but about Eric and Jared becoming
instant buddies. He really only had a few facts, same age, 2-3 inches
difference in height, nice anatomical features, not full-fledged bears, but
hairy enough to meet his needs, both with light chest and stomach
coverings, his brother more of a defined treasure trail. Regardless, the
main purpose of his observation was that of a porn nature, meant to fulfill
his own expectations for feeling a natural high, much like he would pull up
a movie online, seeing men in suits getting it out of them. Best of both
worlds, Jared, nor Eric, were in shirts and ties, but stripped naked, which
made Jay's mind wander...


Not the only wandering minds, as Randy pushes Evan around the side of the
pool, their heads sway in Eric's direction.


"Hey!" Joseph shouts, snaps a finger, "Focus up, guys," in gathering around
Randy, Evan, and the crew. He laughs, knowing the pair weren't really
interested in a name, but Eric's nakedness!


"Where have you been?" Jay asks, looking overhead, to the side of his
chair, eyes traveling down Joseph's furry bod, to where his junk is hidden
by a tray, "Ooh, what's that?"


"Oh, just some brownies me and Dirk whipped up!"


"Oh really?" Jay takes one. Then he says in a sly, accusing manner, "And
what were you two doing, whilst the brownies were in the oven, Joey?"


Joseph took this two ways, setting the oven timer and slipping into the
bedroom, but dwelling on the later, "I'm sorry I stole your boyfriend
away."


"He's not my boyfriend. Just a boy and a friend, Joey!"


"Oh good!" Joseph exclaims, unhanding one side of the tray to slap a hand
over his heart, like he could stop having a heart attack over the issue,
followed by a quick breath, "Oh shit!"


Jay could only laugh at Joseph's heroics, trying to grab at the slipping
tray, brownies tumbling down to the pool pavement. With a crumb on Jay's
lip, he remarks, "That's okay, Joey. They weren't very good!"


Now, if Joseph were at The Spin Club, something reported `not very good',
would have made him really apply the screws, but the other half of his best
friend relationship, "Hmm, I wonder if Thor would like them?"


"Thor!" Jay exclaims, realizing the small void in his life. "Where is my
buddy?"


"Spending the weekend with Maria and Louis. Thor loves his morning jog
along the beach," Joseph reports, as he squats to clean up the chocolate
goodies.


Jay couldn't help it and knowing it wouldn't offend, "I love your hairy
ass, Joey!"


Standing, with the tray full of crumbles, Joseph says, "You and your hairy
fetish!"


"Yeah," Jay deflects his own gaze, towards Eric and Jared, singling out one
of them, "Eric doesn't have too much of it right now, but says when he's
not in competition he lets it grow in. I almost can't wait to see what it's
like!"


Sharing his brother's concerns, especially since they have spoken about
Eric in private, Joseph says, "Don't get your hopes up again. You know how
many guys you fell in love with in the past few weeks. You never know, you
know?"


It made Jay a little down, but more, angry, "I can't understand how come
you and Jare are so relaxed about putting me down, when you should be
trying to help me!"


Returning to Jay, it seemed like he hardly notices Eric and Jared,
especially Eric, with Evan on his back, how it all makes their junk sway in
the balance of thighs. Casual mood, arms folded across the middle, head
down, it's like Jay has fallen asleep.


"What's got his balls twisted up?" Jared asks Joseph.


Point blank, Joseph replies, "Our meddling in his love life, of course!"


"Love life?" Evan inquires, over Eric's shoulder.


Randy had hung back, helping move Scott into Evan's wheelchair. Shifting
Evan over to Eric, Randy explains the ins and outs of handicap basics to
Adam.


Looking around, there wasn't many men to choose from, Evan realizing the
new man in Jay's life couldn't be Jared, nor Joseph, turning to Eric's ear,
"Oh, it's you!"


"Great," Eric jokes, "now I'm deaf in only one ear!"


Opportunity knocked for Jared. Even though there was another vacant lounge
chair, he scoops Jay up, "Here, let me clear this landing pad for you."


Eric did notice the empty chair, but gives the benefit of the doubt,
"Thanks, Jared." Turning around, backs to the chair, Eric asks, "Ready for
dismount?"


"Yeah," Evan replies, "but too bad I can't carry you!"


Wasn't too tough for Eric to figure that one out, not immune to feeling a
hot ass on his rod, but remains sketchy, "I'm sure there's deep meaning to
that remark?!" From experience, Eric knew `how deep!'


Making light of the situation, Jay begins a rebirth to his former self,
"Hitting on my boyfriend, Ev?"


After all, for Jay, it was a constant tug-o-war when it came to thoughts
and reactions, even if he couldn't feel his cock twitch or balls churn, one
of his feelings remained dominant over the others, which is why watching
porn or reading Nifty stories often replaced what was voided out,
physically.


"Oh, but I've got a boyfriend," Evan made it plain, even though he still
liked to flirt!


Randy comes over, saying, "If it's all right, I'm going to go with
them. Adam, he's a little shaky on how the chair operates."


"What's the problem?" Jay says, having already mastered it, beyond
Wheelchair 101.


"Not all of us are gifted," Randy quips.


"I know the feeling," Jared says.


"Nothing like ganging up against me, guys?" Jay takes the `abuse.'


Randy sincerely asks, "Is he kidding us?"


"Yeah," Jared takes a stand, "but you've got to be around my bro long
enough to know the difference!"


If Jay were mediocre in his feelings, depressed, or the opposite, he was
drawn to the lighter side of life by Randy and his brother goofing around,
"Like you would know, Jare?"


He would. Having been around Jay nearly day and night these past few years,
he's gotten to know his brother much more than intimate teen sex, "Me? I
don't know nothin'!"


"A real estate magnate? I hardly doubt that!" Randy opposes Jared.


"Yeah," Jared jokes about grabbing up Kermit's Nook, adding to his already
established shop and gymnastic facility, which he teases, "I think already
show a need to expand on Warrior One, with the flock of teens wanting
surfing lessons. By the way, Jesse wanted me to get the word out, if you
know of any surfers who can instruct?"


Since Jared had drawn Jay up out of the chair, Eric having had Evan pinned
to his ass, setting him down, Jared had taken the liberty to sitting in an
easy chair. Jared was on one knee, bracing, both arms around Jay's
shoulders. It looked very seducing, but given the disability, thoughts were
not as such, only joked about.


"That's a tough call," Eric says. "There's a lot of surfers out there who
are instructor wannabes. They are good surfers, but lack teaching
abilities."


"Great!" Jared tries clapping hands, a natural reaction to a good idea, yet
fumbles, almost losing Jay in the balance.


"I'm okay," Jay replies to almost sliding down his brother's leg.


His legs didn't function, but from the pecs up, head and shoulders, hands,
they all worked, which is why Jay very sneakily made like he didn't know
his hand was relaxing in his brother's crotch, barely touching `the
barrel'!


"Close one," Jared reacts.


Knowing something was up, Eric asks, "As you were saying, Jared?"


"Oh, I was just thinking how it would be nice to have someone, detached
from the business, to scout around. Someone who knew the difference
between... like how Evan said it, to find Jesse some good perspective
employees..."


Jay speaks for him, "Why don't you cut the bullshit and just hire the man?"


Nicely, Jared rebukes, "I think my leg is going numb!"


Getting up, it's almost dejavu, Jay riding Jared's leg, only Jared prepared
this time to hug him long enough to deposit his brother in the chair, same
time grilling Eric, "I never got around to asking, just what is it you do?"


It looked like a powwow now, Jared and Eric standing together once more.


Joseph had reported inside, taking his `Brownie Crumble' with him. However,
took an order from Dirk, even though he were the dominant partner in bed,
to clean up the patio next to where Jay sat, lest the ants take over.


It was field day for Jay, ordering, "Nice, Joey. When you're done on your
knees, can you come move me next to Ev?"


Again, Joseph beckoning to his best friend's whim, gets up and with his
brute bear-muscle, stands behind Jay, lifting, hauling both metal and man,
over next to Evan's chair, "You're such a pain, you know?" Joseph jokes.


"Hold it. I think I feel your cock coming to life, Joey!"


"In your dreams," Joseph replies, setting Jay down, chair and all.


Friendship went a long way, like Joseph taking care of Thor on and off, but
also their joking, not something strangers could get away with.


"Thanks," Jay looks up, brushing Joseph's `joke' away, his cock leaning
over the edge of the back of the chair, right by Jay's ear, "ewe! Get that
thing away from me!"


"I thought you liked `hairy!'" Joseph remarks, feeling himself up.


Evan speaks up, "I like it whether it's hairy, or not!" he giggles.


"Question being," Jay kids, "would Randy approve?"


It then brought up the subject, Jay and Randy both in the same love boat,
"It might. We've been talking about it, having a third guy in the mix."


Sardonically, Jay calls it, "You mean `three-way', Ev?"


While Eric and Jared had walked off, found their own chairs, Joseph back to
the kitchen, it cordoned Jay and Evan off, so they could talk up their own
views of how it could go...


He didn't want to flaunt the obvious, drawing his own brother into the
threesome, "Same here. Like I mentioned to Eric, since the plumbing is out
of order for the moment, it would be good if he found someone else who
didn't mind me on standby, while they got it on?"


"Wow!"


"What?" Jay asks.


"That's exactly how Randy and me thought!"


"So," Jay provokes, "You or Randy have anyone in mind?"


"Matter of fact," Evan stutters.


"Who? Some dude I know?"


"The new guy at Warrior One," Evan waits for Jay to guess.


"They're all new at Warrior One. Which one are we talking about?" Jay gets
flustered, but not in a bad way, only wanting immediate details.


Hinting more, Evan reveals, "Your best bud?"


"No-o-o, not Jake?"


"One in the same!" Evan smiles.


"Like, how did that happen?" Jay gasps.


"Well, like it was meant to happen, Randy and me are working out. I was up
on the rings and I thought Randy was paying attention to me, when he almost
whispers in my ear, `I would sure like to fuck him!'"


Right away, Jay has an opinion, "If it were Eric whispering it in my ear, I
think I'd kick him in the balls!"


"You just met," Evan disputes.


"`You' just met!" Jay claims the same truth.


"I know, but it's different with Randy and me. It's like we hit it off soon
as we met. It's like God broke our mold when we looked at each other."


"I don't think that's how it works Ev. God breaks the mold when you come
out of the womb and sees you're free and clear, wiped off and..."


"Okay. I know how it goes. I've been through high school sex education
classes. You're getting away from the subject."


Restating history, Jay says, "Okay, so what does Jake say about all this?"


"Um, like he doesn't know yet," Evan shares.


"Oh my," Jay exhales, knowing what the fantasies which can run wild in a
man's mind, let alone two together, "I can just imagine what you have in
store for my bud!"


Not dumb, Evan says, "Like you haven't thought about the possibilities with
your boyfriend," he looks over at Eric and Jared, "and the third of the
equation?"


"What are you saying?" Jay gets on the defensive, but also scared someone
else is discovering his bro-secret. "In case you haven't heard, Jare and me
are brothers? Wait. Did Jake say anything?"


"Jake? No, moron. We haven't even talked to him yet, remember." Getting
wise, Evan asks, "Why? What does Jake know," he glances from Jay to Jared,
"that I don't know?"


He wasn't fastened to the chair, but Jay wasn't thinking about how he
needed to be, to keep his chest from colliding with his knee caps, held his
own, but with bowing his head, thought about it, obscuring all feelings and
reactions to Evan's insinuations, "Wait," chin drops, Jay looks down,
"something is happening here." Realizing it, he starts to tear up, screams,
"Jare! Come here! Quick!"


It could have been hands on the arms of the chair bracing himself, but Jay,
in his lamenting state, had dropped elbows to the sides of his
ribcage. Then, looking down upon himself, in a prayerful manner, he
should've caved in...


"What is it?" Jared was there on the spot, bent in half, loins enveloped in
his thighs, face to his brother, lifting his chin.


"What does it look like?" Jay recites in a simple, non-sarcastic way, jaw
dropped open in wonderment.


Doing a quick analysis, Jared says, "Yeah, I see it. I see it!"


Softly, Evan grieves, "Some guys have all the luck!"


Eric was right there beside the two to counter, "And someday your's will
come."


Being Eric's boss now, more of a business sense, his employee more inclined
to diagnose, Jared asks, "What do you think, Eric?"


"Only that, like the medical professionals say, there's always hope. To
fully understand, I think we need a medical opinion. How well do you know
your doctor? Can you get an emergency appointment tomorrow morning?" Eric
questions.


Tense over the situation, Jay hovers over joy and tearful glee, "I want to
see Dr. Namboothiri today. Right now!"


Eric wasn't from the area, "I don't know of him. Is he close by?"


"No," Jared replies, standing, "but if I could find my cell, I'm sure,
under the circumstances, he could be close by in a matter of a couple of
hours. That is, if he's not busy. It's the weekend you know?"


Jared left the scene, leaving Eric in charge. He wasn't at all concerned
with Eric caring for two and not just his brother, even though Jay were top
priority for the moment.


In speaking with Eric, which became an informal interview of sorts, Jared
found out some vitals, of one, their birthdays are a day apart, Jared
Nov. 11, Eric the 12th, same age, some of the same hobbies, though Jared
has not been able to experience much of what he would like to be doing, not
with his mindset on Jay, almost 24/7 care with his brother, sandwiching in
the businesses. Traveling was on the top of his list, especially the yearly
excursions to P-town, which he began his freshman year of college and ended
with Jay's accident.


When he got to his cell phone, there was a message from Randy, saying all
was well with Scott. He asked Jared to call back, because Scott didn't have
any medical coverage.


Returning Randy's call, Jared brushed him off quickly, lying his ass off,
telling him Scott worked for him, naming what would be eventually known as
`The Nook'. The nurse at her station, bought it!


At the hospital, the trio joked, about Scott becoming manager of `The
Nook', but as a twist of fate, in the long run, things would work out for
the boyfriends, Adam becoming the new manager, Scott working at his own
career on the side, which would fall back on Adam's shoulders, backup!


All was not lost regarding dudes in `kinis, even Evan getting in on the
trek to the beach. The game was folding up, but to all of their delights,
as two were rolling up the net, a crowd of Asian boys walk from the surf,
each with a board under their arm.


First dude to approach Jay, his eyes are up and down the Asian dude's bod,
stating the obvious, "Hey, are you guys a team?"


To distinguish themselves from other surfers, each of the dozen or so
surfers had a number imprinted on the left shoulder, #1 reporting, Jin
Ho-Lee, reports in broken, but fairly decent English, Jay getting more than
he bargained for, "My team, not this team," Jin fans a hand to the side,
slapping member #11 in the belly with a set of fins - they were deep sea
divers too - "my team before this team, we paddle from Qingdao to South
Korea. Then we make it across peminsula..."


Jay knew what he meant, geographically speaking.


"Then my team would go back, but I didn't. I'm a defect..."


He didn't want to be rude, but it was funny to Jay, cracking a smile.


More proficient at the lingo, #4 steps up, "Hiya!" He stuttered,
introducing himself, "They call me `Bear'. I think what our leader try to
tell you, he hike-like-hitch-man across South Korea. He finds a board,
surfs like mad cross the sea and his foot is on Japan, He never look back!"
Noticing Jay on the surfboard, still held by Eric and Jared, he inquires,
"What your story?"


Immediate story? Jay's eyes were currently feasting! Clearly, his name
matched, `Bear' being a bear of a man, yet not only were the hairy features
worth thinking on, the way `Bear' presented himself made the package
complete, Jay saying, "Hi, back! I'm Jay."


Seeing something longterm developing here and even though Eric's bod
dripped with muscle, he signals Jared to hoist his brother to the ground.


Slapping sand off his hands, or rather Jared thinking Jay weigh a ton, he
says, "Good move," to Eric.


Smiling, something which would catch any man's eye, Eric says, "Y'know,
it's only fair, us locals make strangers feel at home?"


They didn't need to tell Jay that, a smile on his face, greeting `Bear',
"Hey, #9!"


Having arrived like a king, two hot dudes delivering him, Bear mistakes
Jay, "Hey, you a royal American person?"


For more than one time, Jay had blessed himself with having a disability,
like right now, viewing Bear in a squat position, his crotch bursting at
the seams.


Unfortunately for him, or fortune hitting them all, Bear notices Jay's
advances, "You. You gay?"


They all condoned Bear for his actions!


Allowing Bear, like bait, fall off the hook, Jay reveals, "Yeah, we all
are.. that is," he selects each of them with a finger, "me, my brother and
Eric," points out.


Audibly, Bear, acts like clowning around, falls back, hands behind his back
catching his own weight, sighs a long, "Wheeeeew! Fellas," calls his
comrades, "we stop acting straight now!"


Jay couldn't help but laugh, the others bombarding poor Bear with ridicule
over his big, fat, loud mouth!


Modified to fit Jay's needs, an idea leaked to Jared, from his good buddy,
Joseph, which was passed along by a paramedic, Eric Largent (not the `Eric'
who was present at Jared's side right now.)


A tough character all his life, standing up for what was right and good,
like standing behind a dude hunched over a table, there were times Eric
fell victim to fantasy situations. Making a short story, long, the 27-year
old happened to be in one of his powerplay moments, when talking with
Joseph about his idea, of retrofitting a perfectly good surfboard, placing
a sitting support about 2 feet from the tail end of the board.


Horror ran through Joseph's mind, when Eric had mentioned, at the time of
his invention, "But it's gonna cost you, Joseph?"


Being in law enforcement, Joseph had known Eric for ages, in scope, things
like, how he took his coffee, what foods he liked and didn't like, Eric's
interest in modern art, sculpture, that Eric didn't like to make his bed
when he got out of it, but rather left the covers till night, tidying it
up, rationalizing that a bed had to `breathe' during the daytime hours.


Joseph laughed his ass off when hearing this kooky idea of Eric's, mocking,
"Ain't nuthin' gonna take the stench of sex out of a bed, except changin'
the sheets!"


Each to their own, Eric, even though he made most men kneel over his bod in
bed, bend elbows, until a tongue hung out over his pubes, there were times
when Eric got the hankering to change it up. Joseph was the `eternal'
exception to Eric's 90% rule, to which Joseph found out about his theory,
"Change the sheets, Joseph? You're crazy. How else can a guy keep the sex
alive, without falling asleep without that sexy aroma filling his
nostrils?"


This theory of Eric filled Joseph with glee, the two stripping down
together for the first time. Going on for weekends, during a summer streak,
which also coincided with one of the hottest seasons on record, it came to
an end, Joseph walking in one Saturday, "Oh man, this place reeks!"


Eric had an air conditioning unit in his bedroom, but rarely used it,
wielding his opinion, "Nonsense!"


"Oh really?" Then, stating something Joseph didn't think he had to remind
Eric about, which never was said, unspoken words, whereas actions spoke
louder, "When I walk into this room, it's `my' chamber and don't you forget
it, boy!"


Sweaty, Eric just getting off of his Saturday morning shift, having
paramedic-ed all night, he was a little `ripe', "Boy," he said, both
benefitting from hearing the sound of it, "I like that Joseph. Fits me
good, don't you think?"


Still clothed, his medical uniform unbuttoned, parted down the middle,
Joseph, who always showed up in some kind of leather ensemble, dictates,
his voice inflection showing off, "Perfectly!" This is where the happy
turned to `mean', "I'm way too horny now, so hurry and strip them clothes
off, `boy'!"


"Aye, aye, sir!" Eric salutes, taking the button and eyelet parts of the
shirt in hand, bringing it behind his own shoulders.


At The Spin Club, Joseph took a lot of liberty. He knew why a dude was
there, just as much as his own self. Eric's bedroom was a change of
environment, but far as human emotion was concerned, not only did the room
reek of male pheromones, but a sense of wanting, needing and lust, felt he
was reading the unfolding situation, "Don't get cute, boy!"


"Oh shit!" Eric winds up, the shirt peeled over his shoulders, collecting
at his wrists, palms to the floor and sitting on his ass.


At first, Joseph had thought he overstepped boundaries, seeing Eric in a
daze. Prepped for such a display, most of the time shock, a boy stunned by
the first time there's a show of power, waits.


Sure enough, towards Joseph's thinking, Eric's shocked face turns up into a
smile, saying, "Damn was that hot, Joseph!"


Sometimes it would give Joseph the willies, nervous feeling, like
butterflies in the tummy, outweighing emotions equating to `for or against'
or `are you with me or against me,' Joseph reacting appropriately, with all
the experience he has under his belt, putting on the ritz, projecting his
effective acting skills, "Speaking of hot..."


Halfway there, Eric on his back, Joseph's knees sank to the ground, pinning
his victim to the floor. Ripping off the leather codpiece, Joseph's manhood
unfolded from it's pent-up-house. He couldn't believe it, after 2 weekends,
beginning in June, years back, it was discovered how 2 tops could satisfy
each others needs so very well.


Eric always thought he was a top, until discovering on his own he could
switch. Up until now, his thoughts remain in grabbing up his own stiff 8c,
lying there at night, picturing being subdued and jerking off all over
himself. Rubbing his own creme into his lightly-haired chest, the stripe
down, feeling it awesome to poke his lubed finger in and out of his navel,
it's one of the ways sheets could pick up that morning aroma.


The big `owe' had come from one night Eric happened upon the scene at The
Spin Club, Joseph having mentioned the underground, rather secretive
basement scene at HOODWINK'd. This was after the `Jay & Jake' incident,
Joseph having to peek in on whom Master Bartosz was working over that
night. For all accounts, Bartosz had been place of Joseph's shit list and
as he thought, banished from The Spin Club (mainly for trying to stretch
Jake's balls, Bartosz' loins making him jump the gun on Jake). That has
never happened to Joseph. He even kept his drinking to one round, to avoid
such effects. However, self-proclaimed, Joseph always thought testosterone
bursts and not alcohol is what drove the scene on. Regardless, rescuing
Eric from the clutches of the intense master, it made Eric forever beholden
to Joseph.


Wasn't such a bad thing, on both of their accounts, Joseph teaching Eric
how to be a fantastic cocksucker. In return, Joseph's rocks got off,
finding Eric liked a little slapping around and when it came to fucking,
both liked it rough!


When Jared and Eric had lay Jay to rest on the sand, setting the surfboard,
Jared had been kneeling there, like he was cluing some guy into a business
tip or transaction, informing Jay's new friend, Eric (Eric-Phillipe
Russeau; he dropped the Phillippe), whispers in his ear, "Jay has a
tendency of falling in love with any hairy dude who shows him attention!"


"So, what do you do?" Eric asks.


"What can you do, but let nature take it's course?"


Eric replies, "Like you say, what can you do?"


Power of positive thinking, taking Jared's words to heart, Eric stays
there, kneeling in the warm sand, a warm hand rubbing over stubbly pecs,
wondering if he should allow it all to grow back in!


Caught up in their own conversation, Jared and Eric weren't immune to
studying each other. Kneeling down, what they held in the pocket of their
speedo-like swim trunks wouldn't exactly be called a secret!


It's only Jay, watching Bear run away with the Japanese Team, seeing some
`nice' waves, Jay giggles, seeing Bear's slight muffin top jiggle, along
the flip-flop of his ass muscle.


"What's so funny, bro?" Jared asks.


"Oh nuthin'!"


Jared says to Eric, like he's doing it incognito, betting his brother is
listening, "Thoughts speak louder than words? Not where Jay is concerned!"


Playing along, Eric asks Jay, "Are you having steamy thoughts, which aren't
about me?"


He wanted to turn his head and look at the two behind him, but
couldn't. Even though, Jay wasn't reluctant to say, given his condition,
"Why don't you come over in front and face me, so I can see the dirty looks
on your faces!"


Rising up, Jared grabbed hold of Eric's arm, to coax him along, "Yes, your
royal worship!"


Approaching Jay head on, Jared mimics with his hand, a sloppy means by
which someone would greet Arab royalty, "Your wish is my command, your
royal hineyess!"


"That goes for me too," Eric does the same salute.


"Great!" Jay feels it in his mind. "Both of ya's get down between my legs!"
he laughs.


Jared mocks, "Oh, is it working today?"


Looking up at Eric, Jay blames, "You'll get used to it, Jare being so
lame!"


The speaking of `getting used to it', Eric banks on Jay's words, taking a
glance at Jared's speedo, what's hanging in the balance of the fulcrum,
asking, "Is there anything else I should know about?"


Both men were rocked out of their gourds, Jay returning, "Yeah, if you want
to get it on, make sure you're doing it in front of me and not behind my
back!"


Throwing it back to Jay, his brother quips, "Oh no, trust me, it'll be
behind Eric's back and not yours, bro!"


"Promise?" Eric was accepting.


Reading right into the play on words, Jay asks, "How about tonight?"


Jay, who was wearing sunglasses, a baseball cap shading his forehead, says,
uses his hand to part the view, "Move it, guys," when he hears Bear's voice
bellowing out.


They turn, Jay looking between, then to both sides, smiling at both guys'
asses, shifting his sight back to Bear, riding a wave.


"Oops!" Jay says when Bear wipes out. "It'll get them every time."


"What does?" Eric asks.


"Show offs. The way Bear was waving hands around, you know he lost his
concentration."


Jared, eyes still pinned like Pinterest to the surfers, gay ones he knew,
straight ones he didn't, "I wonder what caused that?"


"Fuck you, Jare!"


Unknown to the two, Eric was grinning, wishing Jay had said the same to
him!


It being their first day on the island, the Japanese swim team's `manager',
one of the surfers, not knowing what he was doing, didn't immediately
making reservations. Nor did he Google lodgings, figuring they could
instantly make some at a hostel or low budget motel.


On Fire Island nothing was low-budget, unless you wanted to sleep on the
beach and that was prohibited!


When their `business manager', approaches, "Hello."


"Hi there yourself," Jay says and sometimes not all with it, speaks his
mind, "Um, like, how can you call yourself a member of the Japanese Swim
Team?"


"Jay," Jared turns two shades of red, trying, to let his brother down easy,
"wanna stop being a moron?"


Eric probably notices the same thing Jay did. Even though his loins in
perfect working order, when he lay eyes on the taller than life Indian, he
had his questions about how it fit in with the Japanese. However, ethnicity
wasn't the only thing on Eric's mind, taking in the view, wanting to
breathe in that hairy bod, defined pecs, taut abs, trail leading to an
amply packed speedo, puts his two cents in, "Um, how come you're not out
there, surfing with your buddies?"


Not minding Eric cutting in, Jay thought it covered up what he just
realized he said, the tall Indian responding, "They prefer it if I just
handle the business part of our relationship." Scratching his tall hairdo,
"Me? I'm not really good at surfing and they know it!"


Jared could nix the surfing and business partnership with the surf team,
just wondering how good his lips were in bed!


"Oh, so you're their manager?" Jay puts it. "I'm Jay," he tries keeping the
conversation going.


Eric was about to ask the same, offering a hand and words, "I'm Eric."


Like the trio were their own team, being cordial, if it were a plan to
coerce, it worked, the manager saying, "I'm Rama. Happy to meet all of
you," he passed his hand to the three.


In talking, they find out the tall Indian, as Jared suspected, was older
than the others, wearing many hats, playing parts of manager, mothering
them, father, when disputes or deadended arguments came into being, cheered
them on or made repairs, when they weren't up to par on the waves.


Eric's first impression, "You are English-raised?"


Indian, he spoke with a good, strong British accent, Rama sharing his
history, "My father hailed from the UK. We lived in India for a time, then
moved back to London. It was back and forth for some time, until my father
was stationed in Japan with his company."


They didn't get into details, dropping the family part, Jared realizing the
unhappy inflection in Rama's voice when talking about parental matters,
leading him astray, "Where are you staying?"


Having landed on Fire Island, much like Pilgrims at Plymouth Rock, with
anticipation, but not concrete picture of things, not finding their Motel
8, Rama informs, "We thought, at least for the night, we could sack out on
the beach."


He was so confident in saying so, Eric hated like hell to burst his bubble
and didn't have to, Jay stepping in with a brash, "You can't sleep on the
beach. It's against Fire Island's code. If Joey was here," Jay lightens up,
"he would bust your asses, all of them!"


It made Jared smile, wanting to say the obvious, but made it a private
joke.


"Jay's right," Eric finally backs Jay up.


Doing, before thinking, like Jay forgets to confide in Jared most of the
time, out of the kindness of his heart, Jay blurts out, "You can stay with
us. No problem." Finally, "Right, Jare?"


This drove Jared crazy, his brother asking for permission after the
fact. However, in the past few years, he allowed Jay to get away with
`murder', "Uh, sure, but you'll have to camp out around the swimming
pool. At the moment we have some boarders." Yet, when he thought about it,
Jared himself wondered, other than knowing Adam and Scott share a room, who
else had taken up residency."


Before Rama could speak, a dude, parked in lowrise chair, drops the
magazine, which obscured a hot bod, "Excuse me, but I couldn't help but
overhear your predicament..." Before he continues, he folds the magazine in
half, holds in one hand, thumb keeping his place, "Hi, I'm Stuart Reisman."


Jay leaned over to take Stuart's hand, keeling over, eating sand,
"Plu-ah-h-h-h!"


"Easy there, Jay," Eric scrambles.


Stuart had tried to make the effort, but ass lodged in the chair kept him
grounded, "Okay?" he says, at least making it to his knees.


Jared had wondered if the other two had noticed the cover of Stuart's
magazine, NEXT, opened to a `guy social', when he tosses it aside.


When he shook Jared's hand, he smiles, hinting, "I like water balloon
fights. How about you, Stuart?"


Small hints can work their way into big ideas, Stuart holding onto Jared's
hand longer than the others, stares, "Love `em!"


"Ahem! I hope I'm not interrupting any tender moments?"


They all look up, Jay in particular, having spotted Bear once again, taking
a dive, notices the hair pattern on the towering figure, dark hair
midchest, around the nips, thin trail down.


Eric, eyes intent on how Stuart and Jared are reacting, switches gaze, "Who
are you?"


Unless their party had noticed the two, one in a chair, the other faced
down on a towel, when they arrived, would otherwise have a clue of the the
men together, not which this would constitute as a gay couple.


With his index finger pointed towards Stuart, he says to Eric, "This guy,"
he meant Stuart, "who is talking with the tall, dark and handsome stranger,
is my partner."


"Oh," Eric says, like he's embarrassed.


Bear takes his third dive off the board, all on account of showing off for
Jay!


"I'm Yani," he captures Eric's hand, "and you are?"


Eric though it a bit strange, if indeed these two were boyfriends, or
lovers, they weren't acting like it. He had witnessed Stuart, hands all
over Jared, rubbing up and down his arms, which led to in between, hands
then planing down his ribcage.


With Yani, it was much the same, with an added touch guidance, "Hmm, you
must be some athlete," hands massaging Eric's shoulders.


"Right, um..." Eric is lost for words, feeling Yani's thumbs on his pecs,
like his boyfriend, strumming hands down the sides of his bod.


"We get them every time, don't we?" Stuart turns a head towards Yani.


Oblivious to what's going on in the clouds above him, Jay asks, "Who's
getting what?" Gazing back and forth, there's only one person Jay feels
comfortable in getting answers, "What's up Jare?"


"What's up?"


Jared was about to answer his brother, getting sidetracked, "Hold that
thought a sec," Jay intently glancing out to see. "Nope," he says, seeing
Bear go down for the fourth time in a row. "He'll get it. I know he will."
Then, turning his attention back to the quartet, "So, what're you guys, a
couple or do you just hike along the beach, picking up guys?"


Jared was ready to crawl under a rock, but would probably come out, seeing
neither Stuart, nor Yani responding in insult.


Rather laughing, Eric would the one winding up saddened, Yani dropping his
hands, his ass making an indentation in the sand right next to Jay, "Who
are you rooting for?" he looks to the surfers.


`Well!' Eric thought, but in a nice way, wasn't going to let this fish get
away, stands next Yani and as a flirt of sorts, uses Yani's shoulder to
sink down next to him.


Eric feels like the on again-off again, is on again, Yani rubbing a short
beard over the surface of Eric's hand.


It was equivalent to a guy rubbing hands over his pubes. Weak on saying
what he felt, Eric asks, "How long have you had that soft beard?"


Rather than a rational, down to earth answer, Yani says, "You should feel
it on the chest and stomach sometime!"


Still trying to get to the bottom of things, as he was sure Jared was
hindered by intentions of the two, "And your partner, he wouldn't mind it?"


"I dunno," Yani well knew, yet kept up the cat and mouse game, "would you
mind it very much, love," he meant Stuart, "if Eric and I went back to the
house?"


Like writing on the wall, Jared asks Stuart, who got closer to Jared, their
bods almost touching, "Open relationship, are we?"


Flirting, Stuart replies, "Not only a beautiful man, but intelligent? I
like that!"


Since they were being up front, Jared figures Stuart can take a jab, "Oh
really? How do you feel about a telephone pole up your ass?"


"You got a telephone pole? I'm sure up for it!" Stuart replies.


Jay, who wasn't deaf to the two conversations, the four in his visual and
aural space, looks up, "Got for it, Jare. Stick it to him long and hard!"


Looking down, Stuart says, "I like your cheering squad, Jared!"


In all intentions, Eric liked Yani's invitation, but either Jared or
himself, one of them would need to stay behind to be with Jay.


"I'll stay. You go, Jared."


Jared just could not remember how many times he had given up on a fling,
because of Jay's needs. The amount didn't matter. What did, is thinking
about Jay and how he play a part in his life, whether it were yesterday,
today or tomorrow, "I think that telephone call is going to have to wait."


Much as Eric wanted to go, yearned for what it would lead to, he didn't
want to abandon Jay, "Me too," he says, standing, wiping sand off his butt,
"maybe we take a raincheck."


With all intentions, Stuart was honing in on Rama, but when he left for the
sea, his attentions turned to those left behind. It's only after all this
has transpired, Stuart bothers to asks, "You and Eric, are you together?"


"Not exactly," though if someone got close to his brother, it could work
out where he would get to know them too, just not in bed, "Eric and," Jared
looks down, "my brother are... what are you bro?"


Eyes glued on Bear's shenanigans on the waves, Jay is not even paying
attention, but says, "Whatever."


Smirking, hands on hips, Eric says, "You hear that? This morning we were
lovers and now I'm a `whatever!'"


"Oh no, Bear!" Jay gasps. Same time, he's lurching forward too far, bod
caving in.


Closest person, Yani with his butt in the sand, he catches Jay, "Hey,
what's this about?"


"Thanks for saving my life, Yani!" Jay says, his attention once again drawn
to Bear, who surfed across one of the other team members' boards, throwing
him into a hill of waves.


Attention thrown to the water, Jared acts concerned, as much as when he
first saw Jay hitting the rocks in Oregon, "I hope he's all right?"


Bear, being from Cambodia, was right at home with the rest, yet coming out
of the water, he's gasping, "Yoshie's gonna kill Bear if he gets a scratch
on him!"


Jay, as well as the others were in the dark on this one, Jay asking,
"Yoshie's going to kill you, is he gets a scratch on him. Now why would he?
Does he hate you or something?"


"No," Bear says, feeling two pairs of eyes on himself, "it's not like
that. We all brothers, but Yoshie, he try to be modeling super."


Stuart, way ahead of the game, putting ideas together, "A supermodel, you
mean?"


Jumping the gun, like they all understood Bear, he continues, "One day,
Yoshie, he will go like cat up the walk," Bear's fingertips walk on the
palm of his other hand.


More than adorable, Jay thought Bear as acting like such a cutie,
"Something like that."


Coming out of the water, Rama, standing at 6'4, muscularly raises his
board, then digs it into the sand, like trying to decapitate a gator.


When he did it, other than Bear down on his knees, speakig with Jay, the
remainder looked upon Rama, hands planing over his face, smoothing back his
semi-long hair. Lifting his arms as he did, flaunted both pits. That wasn't
the end of his usual out-of-the-water feat, hands sliding down over pecs,
contoured stomach, till he got to the swath of bellyhole hair, continuing
into the pouch.


Yani couldn't help himself, getting up during the whole `show', now
mentioning, like he was telling Eric, "The man's a god!"


"I could go for a god like that," Eric replies.


Jared bit his lip.


Licking his, Stuart says, "I think I know what I want for lunch!"


Not immune to what happened above, Jay says, "You can have him. I like this
better!"


Bear had looked up, but now focused his attention below the others'
waistlines, "Do you?" he says to Jay, a response a hand feeling the side of
his right pec.


Daring, Jay asks, "Do you like this?" He tweaks Bear's right nip.


"Oh-mi-god, I love you do it to me!"


It was like someone were licking one of Bear's balls!


"Me too."


Bear comes up with, "You do me, I do you, then?"


He went to go for Jay's nips, Jay's hands blocking the player, "Great, but
not here!"


Real cute, Bear puts a hand over his mouth, like he said something loud,
where it would offend, "Oops! I forgot!" he looks around.


"I know," Jay couldn't pass on the idea, how sometimes a person was in what
seemed like the right place, right time, when they were not, forfeiting
whatever feeling they were experiencing, "but we could. Sometime?"


Time passing, Yani gravitated away from Eric, Stuart drawing closer to
Jared, asking all about him, Jared doing the same. Jared was amazed, Stuart
and Yani living in one of the Island's most posh homes, more a mansion, not
really that far up the beach. He had only heard rumors, but finding the
source of all knowledge, asks, "I know the grounds are immense?"


Stuart got asked this a lot, had the knowledge ready to roll off his
tongue, "8 bedrooms, 7 baths, enormous kitchen, 2 dining rooms, den,
theater, decks, garage," even though their cars were parked at the ferry,
"and just this past week we got a tip on a home out on the channel, a need
to get rid of the barge which held a swimming pool, housed in a glass
pyramid."


Jared was on it, "You don't say?"


More so, Jay looks up and accuses, "That's `my' swimming pool!"


"Yours?" Stuart reacts.


Jared squats, which Stuart didn't mind at all, comforting, "Jay, when I
sold the house, the pyramid went with it."


"Oh. You didn't tell me that."


"I know," Jared paws Jay's shoulder, seeing it stressed him, "you probably
didn't realize it."


"I didn't," Jay responds.


Stuart, wanting to become good friends with Jared, since he and Yani had
this open relationship and yearned to feel `the telephone pole', too squats
down, "After we get it situated, you can come and swim in it any
time. How's that?"


Jay, whom had taken his sunglasses off to dab his eyes, which Jared had
deemed correct, his brother ready to have tears flow, they looked as wide
as sauces. As if overnight had turned into day in seconds, Jay was
giggling.


"What?" Stuart questions. Following Jay's eyes, he saw what Jay was gawking
at. When he squatted down, his pipe snuck out of the leg of his speedo!


"Ahem!" Jared says, a crooked smile on his face.


Looking down, Yani scolds, "Stu, put that thing away!"


It was even kind of erotic, watching Stuart try to fit it all in the
spandex pouch.


Being funny, Jared asks, "That happen often, Stu?"


Countering Jared with another question, off topic, Stuart puts it to him,
"When do you want to fuck me like crazy?"


"Can I watch?" Jay asks, shades back on his nose.


"Don't put crazy ideas like that into my brother's ear. You might corrupt
him!"


Softly, Stuart touches Jay's leg, "Oh, I'm so sorry."


Jay had wished Stuart's hand were higher, someplace where he could feel it,
but seeing was enough to believe, if he could feel, it would be erotically
awesome. Like, he didn't have to mention it, it becoming force of habit,
"Would be nice if it were higher."


"Higher?" Stuart picks up his hand, like touching a hot pot.


"Your hand. I don't feel anything south of my navel," Jay replies.


Jared just hung there, like adding support to Jay's feelings, "In other
words, what Jay is trying to say, he want your hands all over him, north of
his innie!"


Standing, sensing more wet bods around him, Stuart says, "Well, that could
very well be arranged!"


"Be alright for a second?" Jared says, spotting Rama.


He would be okay for more than a second, his mind, based on what Stuart had
said and done, flashback to the days of old, the precise first time he and
Jared crawled into bed together. Always identifying with guy wanting to
top, Jay found it as pleasurable to do oral, especially kissing. He even
recollected now, which made him smile, finding out his brother was a
fantastic kisser. It was Jay's first time French kissing. Sure, he and his
bud, Jake, had kissed, but tongue inside the mouth was something fresh and
erotic. Jay had thought, getting beyond the kissing, his brother being the
one to volunteer to slip down his bod, tongue hitting his pubes,
tantalizing his hard shaft and what would eventually come to be, Jay
shooting his first load down a human throat. With Jake, they weren't sure,
thought they could get diseased swallowing a guy's come, so ended with
jerking each other off and cleaning up with... Jake was a little kinky, Jay
figured it, his bud wanting to clean both them off with his briefs, the
reason being, Jake wanting to savor the aroma!


"What is up?" Bear sits down next to Jay.


"Oh," Jay looks up at the sky, "blue, clouds and few seagulls!"


He expected a charge of laughter, instead Bear responding seriously, "You
call it the bird a segel?"


"`Gull...' Seagull."


"Seegull," Bear repeats. "You eat like chicken?"


"Ick!"


Changing the subject, Bear says, "Your brother, he is Jared?"


"That's him, whether I want him or not!" Yet, Jay didn't know what he'd do
without him.


"Jared invite me and other guys come stay with him."


"Well," Jay drew conclusions, "if you come stay with Jare, it means you're
staying with me!"


Bear seemed to like that idea very much, which he was all prepared for, "We
sleep in same bed?"


Patting Bear on his hairy belly, which when he sat, it fell over the rim of
his speedo, Jay says, "I'm not sure both of us will fit!"


Meanwhile, `back at the ranch', no one seemed to miss Kiernan's presence
down at the beach. On the other side of the coin, Kiernan, having taste so
much of what bragged, his best drink, a Bloody Mary, had toyed with the
taste so much it made him weary. Yes, Joseph did notice Kiernan slowly
dozing at the bar and bunked him in one of the easy chairs. No one caught
Joseph, literally with his hand down Kiernan's pants, checking out the
goods. Only Kiernan himself, felt it, but it didn't register anything out
of the ordinary.


Therefore, two hours later, when Kiernan began to stretch, he felt like an
orchestra conductor, dudes descending on the beach front home, "What tha?"
he turns his head.


Rather, the flood of bods entering the way from the beach, became the real
vehicle, Kiernan's head turning to the side.


Little did any of them pick up on, Gaz mentions to his Japanese bud,
whispered in the ear, "Don't get any ideas... he's mine!"


They had just walked onto the property, Yoshie asking, "Who we talking
about, Gaz?"


Tapping Yoshie on the shoulder, pulling on his buddie's chin, he pinpoints
his friend in the right direction, "Over here."


"Oh man," Yoshie laments in a whiny voice, "think you can share with a
buddy, Gaz?" his head came to rest on Gaz's shoulder.


Breaking down, but not giving in fully, Gaz tells him, "Maybe it could be
fun."


It was their own business, having befriended a German businessman, on their
own turf, in Tokyo, at the swankiest hotel, Gaz and Yoshie's full purpose,
to make their trick happy, one night turned into two. From there, once or
twice a month, whenever Gaz got the call, he and Yoshie would keep adding
to their bankroll. Knowing he could be compassionate, Gaz left his cell
number with the German, whom said he planned on a fall trip to New York
City and would look them up.


Used to sharing, Yoshie thinks ahead, "I wonder how long we can go before
he wants to shoot?"


"Who cares, long as I can do pushups over his ass!"


Yoshie differed in opinion. With Hans, he liked taking it slow, lots of
oral, before it was time to call it a night, "Always thinking of yourself,
Gaz?"


Eyes still on Kiernan, yawning for the umpteenth time, arms stretched out,
bod tight, Gaz wasn't lending any sympathy to anyone but himself, saddened
with the thought, as has happened before, jumping in and out of ports of
call, a guy meets up with a hottie, only to have moving on to quench the
fire!


"Hey! How's it goin'?"


Jay almost had a heart attack, two hands falling to each shoulder, a voice
ringing in his ears, only to put the blame on, "Joey, how many times do I
have to tell you..."


"I know," Joseph says. Yet, something else had caught his eye, other than
never forgetting his good buddy, "Hmm, what have we got here?"


He had fallen to his knees behind Jay's seating arrangement, Joseph's bod
straightening up to a pose of attention, Jay again reprimanding, "A person
is a `who', not a `what', Joey!"


No one else, except maybe Jared and friends very close to Joseph, could get
away with a mere slap on the cheek, Jay lifting his palm to do so, a
gesture of `punishment.'


Then again, Jay became second to gazing upon the cub in his
presence. Scooting around Jay, Joseph walked in the sand on his knees,
presenting a hand, "Hi, I'm Joseph."


He had divided his time between his surfing bro, in the water, on the
beach, talking with some others. What it amounted to, was a close circle of
new friends, Jared, Eric, Randy, whom carried Evan on his back, Jesse, whom
the group of surfers had met Friday, their first day on the Island and some
others, hot boys pretending they were curiosity seekers. He didn't hear,
nor see Joseph sneak up, so intent was Bear on checking out the unknown
boys of the crowd, that only then, the sneaky fellow next to him, he became
aware, "Oh-my! I die in heaven!"


Jay became a witness to Joseph's charms, "Hmm, what's a nice cub like you
doing on a beach?"


"I surf," Bear replies. "They are my bro," he points, long distance. "I am
Bear."

Interpreting it wrongly, Joseph, up on the hirsuit protocol, sets the facts
in correct perspective, "No, you cub, me bear!" he laughs.


"No, you Cub," Bear thinks, since his surf-bro pinned a nickname on him, he
could do the same for Joseph, admiring the coating of fur, "me Bear!"


Figuring this hot, cubbie-dude new to the scene, Joseph uses his
expertise...


Of course, Jay is sitting back, enjoying all this, watching his good friend
get all tied up in a situation of words...


"Hair is the thing... we both are hairy, but the age..."


Entertained, saying the least, especially on his favorite man-subject,
`hairy', Jay would like to see it go the distance, but for Bear's sake,
"Joey, you moron, his `name' is Bear!"


Covering for his own ignorance, Joseph says, "I knew that!"


Only Jay or Jared, maybe Jesse Spencer and few others could get away with
what Jay says, "Admit it Joey... you fuckt-up!"


Staring Jay down, Joseph says, "And you're a wiseass!"


Already, Bear show attachment to Jay, "He mean a nice wiseass, I think."


Like, those handful of guys who get away with stuff, regarding Joseph, he
should be, but wasn't bent out of shape by Bear's slap to his back and
looking over his shoulder warns, "Hey, watch the tan!"


"I wear creme. You need it?" Bear asks Joseph.


He didn't wait for an answer, picking up the tube Jared left next to Jay's
thigh.


Joseph and Jay, silent thoughts transpiring between them though eye
contact, he sits, stymied by feeling white creme squirted on his back, Bear
rubbing it in, "I do for you and you do for me."


"Hmm," Joseph recovers from his jaw dropped open, smiling, "I like the
sound of the second half of that!"


Thinking the whole play of words, or on Bear's part, actions, Jay was
laughing, smiling, but then realized things, his love life suddenly
transforming into a downhill spiral. Like Jared had mentioned, as well as
realizing it himself, all those guys who have slipped in and out of his
life in the past few weeks, Eric, whom he wasn't sure if they really dug
each other and now, watching Bear and Joseph interacting...


"Get my left shoulder a little more," Joseph toys with affection, looking
over his left side, "boy!"


Laughing, he suddenly felt dryness in his mouth, Bear saying, "No. I not
your boy. You `my' boy!"


This time Jay was the startled one, a stranger to Joseph, winding him
around his little finger. Again, eyes locking, Jay and Joseph knew what was
being thought at this very moment.


"Okiedokie, you do me now!"


The stare is locked off, Joseph's head darts down to his own crotch, seeing
the tube of sun lotion lying right next to his balls.


"Go ahead, Joey. `Do him!'" Jay says.


Even now, Jay was getting the message, something his brother had beat
around, but never having it sink in, that every hot guy who comes around,
talks to him, lingers in conversation, it doesn't mean it's `love at first
sight!'


Joseph says, as he looks upon Bear, "Maybe we should get a room!"


`Oh well,' Jay thinks, `there goes another one!' Instead of interjecting
his plumbing problem, Jay switches off to his new phrase, "Can I watch?"


Startled, Bear pipes up with, "You want watch me fuck Joey?"


"No, no, no, no," Joseph swiftly moves his hands back and forth like a
magician, trying to make an object disappear, "that's not the way it's
supposed to go!"


"No?" Bear replies.


"Unh-uh," Joseph strongly disagrees.


For Jay, their one-on-one conversation became entertainment, watching
Joseph defend his manhood and where he put it. Bear, he was just as
adamant, until they came to a compromise, much like creaming each other up
with suntan lotion. It getting a little old news, Jay switches his
attention to the circle of surfers in friends. As when a guy does so,
catching something steamy in the line of view, sometimes something caught
by accident is now always favorable. Looking up, Jay had spotted Eric,
kissing one of the surfing dudes, which caved in on all his options of ever
having a true boyfriend, "Oh shit," he mumbles.


His dismay turned into instant anxiety. First the frown, then the emotion
follows, Jay sniffing. Soon, the first tear is wiped from his eye.


Caught up in himself, Joseph finally notices, "Hey, you catchin' a cold,
Jay?"


Something as this would worry Joseph, as he knew by Jared informing him,
how Jay's immune system was not quite up to par with everyone else and he
had to pay close attention to a sneeze or other ailment.


"Wha-d'you-care?" Jay pouts, arms across his middle.


They had migrated, after the application of sunscreen, both turned facing
each other, which Jay didn't mind much, Bear's back lying against his
legs. Even though he couldn't feel it, it was kind of erotic, skin to
skin. Yet, it wasn't what Jay was feeling right now.


Not too good with his big words, Joseph replies, "Now that's an
understatedment!"


Bear swipes the conversation right out from under the two, "No, you wrong,
Joey!"


"What do you know?" Joseph says to Bear, "You can't even speak English!"


"I try!" Bear says, turning to Jay, "You excuse me," hops up faster than
Bugs Bunny, Bear runs away towards the circle of dudes.


"Now look what you did, you moron!" Jay awards.


"Yeah," Joseph had to admit, watching that hot bear-cub run jog away from
them. Turning around, equal to Jay propped up to the board, half-flatlined,
Joseph sits, arms straight, hands to the sand, his bear-muscle-bod caved in
at the navel, "he is kind of sweet."


Knowing it wasn't meant to be, none of those guys who entered and exited
his life, Jay at least feels for his friend, "So, what the fuck are doing,
letting Bear get away, Joey?"


"Eh," Joseph says casually, "I'm not one for settling down."


Like Jared would mentor, Jay says, "You're not going to be 32 forever,
Joey."


"True, true," Joseph's eyes still stalk Bear.


Self-indulgent, Jay says, "Look at me. Every guy who's come and gone since
the summer officially started, I thought they were going to be the one, but
wasn't."


It then hits Joseph, "Oh my god! I'm stealing him away from you? I'm so
sorry," Joseph, braced up on his arms realizes the impact, and after a
quick, "Owch!" lies down, sits up and faces Jay, a hairy back full of sand
towards the rest of the beach.


If he knew a guy, Joseph would normally console him below the belt. Knowing
Jay wouldn't be comforted there, he rubs Jay above the bellyhole, as if he
were Winnie-The-Pooh's honey potbelly, "I didn't mean to do anything?" he
pleads forgiveness.


"Don't even think about it." Throwing Joseph off topic, Jay says, "It's not
only me. Even Jared worries about you `getting pregnant out of wedlock!'"


"Well," Joseph gulps. He was at least glad Jay had pulled himself out of
his last bout with anxiety, "I don't think it will happen as you and your
brother see it... maybe the other guy will mother my twins, but..."


"Twins, Joey? You wouldn't know what to do with one kid!"


Straightening up, on his knees, Joseph demands attention, though it was
tough to miss that fake-leather speedo, the bulging and all, "I beg your
pardon! I think I would make a good father to some cub!"


"Cub, Joey? I was thinking more like a 7-year-old?"


"Wow," Joseph adjust himself to sitting cross-legged, "could you imagine?"


Looking up, through his shades at the blue sky, suddenly a cloud passes
overhead, "Hi. I not mad at you now."


Joseph looks down, at the touch of a hand on his thigh. Again, that silent
exchange of eyes talks to him. Looking back up at Bear. Taking a deep
exhale, he grabs Bear's hand, "I know. I can be such a bitch sometimes."


"Some time?" Bear looks down Joseph's front, beard right down furry chest,
stomach, the navel-fold, pitstop at his crotch.


"Joey's like, you have to let him grow on you, Bear!" Jay throws his two
cents in.


In putting things aside, Bear jokes, "I think... he grow!" he looks over
the top Joseph's head, down into the chasm of the triangle of boxed in legs
and...


Joseph smiled, thinking on Jay's words and in his own private world, "Would
be a lot less work at The Spin Club?"


"Joey, not everyone is like that!"


In the dark, Bear asks, kneeling down, "What you mean?"


Once again, Jay became the third party to a one-to-one conversation,
thinking, `Ho-Hum,' yet smiling at the same time. In retrospect he was
happy in maybe helping Joseph settle down. It did stir up Jay's
imagination, wondering which would be on their back, the other with his
shaft over the oil hole!


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Copyright 2014 T. Chase McPhee


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