Date: Mon, 2 Nov 2009 16:53:07 -0800 (PST)
From: T. Chase McPhee <survivalgame@yahoo.com>
Subject: PaTRick'S LuCKy CHarM 20 - (conclusion of the story!)

You know the drill: The story below is a work of fiction, set in the format
of reality. Any resemblances to real people, alive or in the hereafter, is
entirely coincidental in nature. It is not meant to accurately reflect upon
persons, of continents or islands, in countries, counties, cities, towns,
villages, neighborhoods, streets, cul-de-sacs, nor governmental or
non-governmental areas, which the story is staged. If a sexual scene
involving male-to-male relationships offends you, then why are you here?
Seriously, if guy-to-guy sex stuff makes you barf or is going to screw up
your mind, you should not read this story. Additionally, if you are under
18 years of age, in most states and countries, you are not allowed to read
this story, by law. Check with your local laws regarding such.

% Sexual safety matters. Remember guys, this is fiction. In real life, use
protection.

PaTRick'S LuCKy CHarM 20
wriTten by T. Chase McPhee

%

An airing out is what Jake needed, after building up such a sweat from his
enduring career move. So, gliding along the countryside on a motorcycle, he
figured by the time they got to the place where Sean intended on
celebrating his promotion, he would be dry as a bone.

"Fancy restaurant," Jake mentions as the motorcycle pulls through an iron
and brick entryway, covered in ivy. A comment coming back to him, didn't
make it. He figured `noise pollution' as the culprit! But when they did
stop, the two resting on one foot each on the flagstone pavement, Jake
rearranged his question, "Swanky place. I don't think I'll pass the dress
code."

Sean smiled at him, "We can shower inside."

"There's a shower in the restaurant?"

Off the cycle, Sean removes his helmet, Jake following. "This is my
father's house."

"Your father's house?" Jake questioned the mansion in front of them, "but
all the cars?" He figured it was the parking lot for the `restaurant'.

"Yes," Sean replies, "my father does have quite a collection."

Right away, Jake begins walking over to the yard of cars. "This corvette is
awesome!" Sean almost caught up to him, but Jake sped on to the next car,
saying, "What the hell is this?" Then changing his mind upon recognition,
"Hey! This is the car in `Back To The Future'!"

Sean laughed, but also thought Jake was so cute, standing there with his
hands on his torso, questioning the make of the gold-tone auto.

"Is this `real' gold?"

Right before putting himself in between Jake and car, Sean checks his watch
and replies, "It's a DeLorean, named after it's creator, John Zachary
DeLorean. My father was a friend of John DeLorean and as a token of the
investment he made with the company, John had a special edition of the
DMC-12 made for him."

Jake ran his finger across the side of the car.

"Check your finger. You have a small fortune attached to it," Sean said,
smiling.

"Th-this is real gold?"

"Plated, but the finish is the flaw. It's why my father never takes it out
for a spin."

Jake studied his index finger, replying, "I think I can see at least two
bucks?"

Sean walks over, takes Jake's fingers and puts them in his mouth, sucking
on them.

"Eweeeeeee!"

"Don't worry. It's clean. It's why all the cars are out today. The garage
is being cleaned."

After giggling, Jake replies, "And I thought it was the restaurant parking
lot!"

"See this?" Sean asks, rounding one of the cars and opening the door.

"It looks awesome, but I don't think I know...." But the closer he got, the
more Jake picked up on the details of the red car, "Shit! This is a
Lamborghini!" So the small logo said.

"A 2010 Murcielago. Get in."

Jake knew this was a luxury car and was afraid to touch this one, yet if he
planned on carrying out a conversation with Sean, he would have to use the
door handle.

But as he went to use it, Sean rolls down his electric window and yells,
"Tell the door what you want it to do."

"Tell the door what I want it to do? I want it to open, dah!"

`Open' was the key and as he said it, the door pops open. "Fuck! This is so
awesome!" Jake replies, looking constantly at the door as he parks his ass
in the seat.

"Now what do you want the door to do?"

With a smile on his face, Jake replies, "Close, you asshole!"

They both begin laughing their asses off as the door closes.

Jake then says, "I hope I didn't hurt it's feelings!"

Sean laughed, but then rattled off some of the features, giving Jake a
guided tour of the interiors, "Leather steering wheel, multimedia system,
complete with navigator, Bluetooth, iPod, USB interface, fire
extinguisher..." he checks the clock on the dash and hurries it up.

"In case you get overheated Sean?"

Sean smiled back, accusing Jake of, "Wise ass!" He then continued the tour,
" And something you rarely see in a car these days, a rear camera?"

"So you can see me fucking you?"

Sean replies, "You are way too horny to continue this tour... let's go get
ready to eat."

And it only proved Sean being right, Jake saying, "Hungry for my meat,
Sean?"

"That too!" Sean replied, slapping Jake in the ass, then taking off in a
light jog, "Beat you to the front door?"

Catching up to Sean, Jake asks, "How much does a car like that go for?"

Bent over, hands on his knees, Sean is breathing heavily while he answers,
"Boy am I out of shape, um about a half a million bucks."

"What?" Jake says in awe.

Putting a hand on Jake's shoulder, Sean uprights himself, repeating, "I am
`really' out of shape."

"No, I mean about the car."

"Oh that. Yeah, around a half million. C'mon, let's get inside and hit the
showers!" Opening the door, Sean looked back. "Coming Jake?"

The price of the car derailed Jake's horny closet of jokes, walking in,
shaking his head, saying, "A half a-million bucks. Shit! I probably
wouldn't make even close to that even if I worked for the rest of my life!"

If the car phased him, the interior of the mansion more than wowwed
Jake. "Is that an authentic van Gogh?"

"Dali," Sean replies, " and yes, it's an original." He figured it was going
to be a long time before they got to the shower, Jake asking questions
about almost every house furnishing which looked unique to him.

"Um, Easter's like over Sean? Don't you think your father should put these
deorations away?"

Sean cackled, laughing at Jake's ignorance. "This," he takes the decorated
egg out of Jake's hand and places it back on it's indiviual base, "is known
as a Faberge egg and I'd be very careful of how I handled it. This one you
were holding, my father bought at an auction. Apparently it's owner had no
idea of the value and my father got it for the unbelievable low price of
two million."

"Dollars?" Jake gasps. "Like how much is it really worth?"

Sean smiles. "Jake, some things are more valuable enjoying the esthetic
quality of the work. This is one of the original inventory of sixty-eight
made for the Russian Tsars, or collectors of the time. All can't be
accounted for, but a buyer approached my father a year ago and offered him
eleven and a half million for it."

"Whew!" Jake said, wiping the back of his hand over his forehead and it
wasn't because he was sweating!

"Ready for that shower?"

"I dunno. The faucets aren't made out of gold and diamonds are they?"

%

"Do I like smell like bird crap?"

Ke'ala laughed, "If you do, I do!"

Tony and Mick, resting too after all the hauling of cages from the truck to
the environmentally controlled building, chill out as well, Tony saying of
Patrick's comment, but adding Ke'ala to it, "You both smell like shit!"

By this time, Ke'ala had stripped off his tank top, Patrick following with
his shirt, telling Tony off, "You think you smell any better Tony?"

Mick has a different of opinion. Taking Tony's hairy forearm in his hand,
he says, "He's perfume to my nostrils!" He proceeds to lick up Tony's
sweaty arm, from wrist to elbow.

"Yuck!" Patrick says of it. "You better hike up to the lodge and wash your
mouth out with soap a.s.a.p. Mick!"

"I got a better idea," Tony says, placing his hands on his knees and
getting up. "Why don't we hike out to my place, strip down and do a little
skinnydipping in the lake?"

"Sounds good to me," Patrick says.

"You're `not' invited!"

Patrick gets his dibs in, "I can't believe you Tony."

"What?"

"All those times Jake helped you out and..."

"Yeah Jake. That's the key here," Tony replied.

It was meant as joking, but Patrick began to get the wrong idea about
Tony's words. With sadness Patrick replies, "Oh. I just figured... since
Jake is my best friend.. never mind... Um, I think I'll go check up on the
birds."

"What was that about mate?" Mick asks Tony.

Ke'ala, sitting there, gets up and walks in the direction Patrick headed,
wordless.

"I don't know," Tony says, looking at Ke'ala catching up to Patrick, the
two talking.

"Teenagers!" Mick exclaims. "You'll never find out what's ailing that lad,
Tony."

"Why not?" Tony questions him.

"Because nobody can ever figure out his age!"

"Huh?" Tony asks, taking off his baseball cap and mussing his hair, putting
it back on.

"C'mon. I can't wait to get to the lake and see you in the raw!"

%

More talkative about Sean's father's lifestyle, Jake asks as the water
cascades down over them, "When your father... um," he doesn't want to
mention `dies', so chooses the alternate, "is like `in the ground', are you
going inherit everything?"

"Why? You into marrying rich guys?"

"Yeah. I don't really care much that you're an ugly son-of-a-bitch, but
hey... you're loaded Sean and that's what counts!"

Facing Jake's back, watching him rid his bod of soap suds, Sean reaches
around him, pasting his front to as he renders, "I probably deserved that."

Looking over his shoulder, Jake replies, "You did!" He followed it with a
tiny smile, curling up one side of his mouth.

"So should we kiss and makeup?" Sean inquires, his hands by now smoothing
over Jake's bod, their destination between his legs!

"You touch down there and you're going to have to `pay'!"

"Mm-m-m," Sean replies.

Sliding one of the multi-shower doors open, Jake makes his exit.

"Thanks!" Sean says of the shower jet hitting him right in the face.

Peeking his head back inside, Jake says, "I was going to say `my pleasure',
but that's yet to come!"

%

or now, Patrick wasn't thinking of about attire as he casually stripped out
of his dress shirt and pants, making haste to hide himself beneath the
waves of the pool. Fortunately the pool was closed due to the lifeguards at
lunch, so they had everything to themselves.

What has become the past time of pool swimming, Patrick lies there on the
surface of the water, Ke'ala handling him with care, gently gliding
Patrick's bod over the top. "Thanks for talking me into doing this,
Ke'ala."

"It soothes you?"

"Oh yeah," Patrick replied. "I don't know why I got mad at Tony."

"It doesn't matter, does it?"

"No," Patrick replies.

Then, skipping on to more happier stuff, Ke'ala makes comment, "When you
come to Hawaii I will take you to `the vents' and give you another very
nice massage. Even more."

Of course Patrick asked what it was.

"Geothermal waters, warmed from deep within the earth. It is very soothing
and nice."

"I think `this' is soothing and nice!"

His hand reinforcing Patrick's back, Ke'ala leans over and kisses Patrick.

When he pops up, Patrick says, "It's one of the things that has been
bothering me since we started... I think we are getting serious about each
other. What do you think?"

"I am more than fond of you Patrick," Ke'ala replies, his hand slightly
below sea level, surfing down the length of Patrick's chest, then stomach,
then beyond.

"I think I feel the same, but what I was trying to get at, I'm not so sure
about Hawaii and um, me getting there?"

"It is something I have thought about often, too. I have had to weigh it
out. My work, my research, the many different places I visit on the islands
for my work... it would be difficult to give up." And after hesitating,
"but I would for a very good reason!"

But Ke'ala was more than happy when Patrick asks, "What do you think my
chances are of getting into the University of Hawaii at such short notice?"

"Really? You will do this for me?" Ke'ala asks, all bubbly and excited.

"No, but I'll do it for us!"

Almost like rescuing Patrick in the water, Ke'ala skims the surface with
Patrick's floating bod, as he speaks about how many different people he
knows who can pull strings and almost certainly, can almost bet his life on
it, there would be a place for Patrick when he gets to Hawaii.

%

Unlike the loving couple in the country club pool, Mick and Tony were
having a rambunctious time in the lake, Mick causing much of the commotion,
pretending he's a gator underwater.

Popping up out of the water, Tony asks, "I don't understand how can you
hold your breath so long, Mick!"

"Practice. I find a very good exercise for helping to learn the technique,"
Mick replied.

Detecting something very suggestive in Mick's measure, Tony asks, "And that
would be?" Again Tony searched over the top of the water, looking all about
the small lake. Suddenly, there was Mick. Right in front of him. Even
though the water was a little green, he could see Mick's back and ass
approaching him that order. "What's he up to?" Tony asked out
loud. "Oh-h-h-h!" he suddenly found out, Mick torpedoing his pubes with his
mouth. After less than a minute, Mick comes up for air. "Why'd you stop?"

"Ran out of air, mate!"

"That's not an excuse to stop pleasuring me!"

Tony's joking cost him, Mick standing up and taking him under with
him. Unintentionally they wound up groping each other, in the pubes, Tony
grabbing a chunk of ass, Mick parting Tony's asschecks, accidentlly
touching his hole, Tony switching around fast, tweaking both of Mick's
nips... this went on until Tony decided it was enough, exiting the lake,
Mick calling out as he floated on the surface, "Wimping out on me mate?"

Tony didn't answer, instead lying down on the ground on his back.

Out of the water, Mick lay right down on Tony, asking, "All that musky
aroma... it's gone!"

"For the better," Tony replies.

Lying fully down, Mick covered Tony, their lips fitting together like a
puzzle. He tells Tony, "You know it's all your fault!"

"What is?"

"Giving me a reason to `rise'?"

"Hm-m," Tony replied, feeling his pubes getting crowded. "Why don't you do
something about it!"

There wasn't any conversation regarding such, but things seemed to fall
into place without any verbal bartering, Mick kneeling, snaking up Tony's
bod, his ass first setting on Tony's stomach, then settling on his chest.

"Might ruin my appetite," Tony says, which was as good as saying, `go right
on ahead'.

Not hesitating, Mick leaned farther forward.

Knowing where this was headed, Tony opens his mouth and gets choked!
Spitting out Mick's nine inches, Tony says, "I can't hold my breath
underwater as long as you Mick!"

While Tony exercised his lungs, Mick is up and looking around. "This is not
too different from the ranch I have back home?"

"Georgia?"

"No. Austrailia," Mick replies, recentering his attention on Tony.

"Look," Tony says, pointing to the snake on his chest, "it's dead weight!"
He picks up the soft meat and drops it.

"I guess I got took up in the surroundings," Mick says, getting up,
standing.

"Give hand," Tony says.

Reaching down, Mick's hand becomes attached to Tony. Hauling him up, Mick
with most of the pull, their chests butting together.

"Oomphff!" Tony says.

"Nice runnin' inta ya mate!"

Tony cordially invites, "How about we head inside the farmhouse and you can
run into me with my back turned!"

%

Running out of the jon, Sean was in pursuit. Jake had a towel around his
waist, but it had fallen off. When there came a knock at the door of the
bedroom, one of the servants called out, "I have a visitor waiting
downstairs for you sir?"

"That would be Damian," Sean says.

"Who's Damian?" Jake replies. And with forming the towel around his waist
once more, he says, "I thought you and I were going out to dinner, Sean?"

"We are... we are... We've got plenty of time. Damian's only in town for a
few hours and I told him he could come over for awhile. You don't mind
Jake, do you?"

"I suppose not. Is he gay?" Jake didn't know why he bothered asking,
already sensing it.

The answer was affirmative and before long there came a second knock at the
door. "Sean?" the gruff voice called out.

"Hey!" Sean greeted the dude with open arms, welcoming him into the
bedroom.

"Sean!" Jake shouted out loud, when things changed.

"Ughh-h-h... oh fuck Damian!"

"Just a reminder about who's boss!" Damian giggled as he said it, like it
was a joke. "What's-a-matter Sean? You used to take a gut-punch better than
this?"

Panting, Sean replies as he half uprights himself, a hand on Damian's
shoulder to steady him. "I'm just out of practice, that's all Damian."

"It's `Master Damian' to you, or did you forget that too?"

Right now Jake didn't care. He's been all through this with Salv and Salv's
`master-friend' and really didn't have an interest in `the game'. Too, he
didn't care for the stare he got, the look lurking over Sean's
shouder. Suddenly things didn't look too rosy. "Um, Sean?"

Following Damian into the room, Sean replies, "It's only a game we used to
play Jake. Damian here is a friend."

But Jake didn't think so, not with the guy, who taller and more
wide-shouldered than himself, as he preyed upon him with his eyes, studying
Jake up and down, from head to almost toe. He especially got a little
fearful when the dude reached out for the towel around his waist!

"Let's see what you're packin' boy!"

This was definitely `not' headed in the direction Jake wanted things to go.

"Um, Damian, he's not into this type of playing around. He came over to
shower and then we're going to celebrate his new job," Sean replied
hastily.

"Celebrate, huh? I'd sure like to celebrate with my cock up his ass!"

"You can damn well forget any notions you have about that dirtbag!"

He might have been taller, more muscled, bulkier, but Jake has been in some
tight fixes like this before and getting out was a cinch if you knew two
things; one, reacting quickly and two, knowing how to apply as much force
as possible with the knee! Fortunately, even though the hands to the
shoulder would not work, because of his petite size compared to this
gargantuan, but for the fact Damian was wearing a leather harness to
compliment the rest of the ensemble, it didn't take much thought for Jake
to think what the catalyst would be towards smashing his knee into the
dude's lower anatomy.

"Oh shit!" Sean said when Damian cried out in pain, then dropped to his
knees, holding both hands to his chaps, trying to cuddle up to the pain in
his balls.

"You can say that again, Sean. Um, like when were you going to tell me your
friend was coming over, when he had me pinned to the bed and shoving his
fat cock up my ass?"

"No. Wait. I had no idea Damian was going to do something like this. I
thought he would show and the three of us could go out to dinner," Sean
pleaded as Jake searched for all his clothes.

"And just when did you know Damian was coming?"

Sean didn't say word. He didn't have to as Damian was starting to come out
of his clash with pain and said, "I don't give a damn which one of ya's
want it, but one of ya's is gonna get my cock up your chute!"

"It isn't gonna be me!" Sean replies.

"Then again," Damian changed course, "would be real nice to have a teen ass
to pound!"

"No, Damian," Sean called out.

Bent on getting what he wanted, Damian began going after Jake.

"Not in your lifetime, dickhead!" Jake replies. His only recourse to
defense was his jeans. Taking the legs in his hand, he whipped them around
in the air.

Unsuspecting, Damian once again was knocked off balance, the belt buckle
hitting him in the chest. "Oh shit!" he said, his hand coming away from
himself blood smeared on his hand.

"Sean, you coming?" Jake asks, making his getaway.

But Jake was so disgusted when Sean tells him, "After what you did to
Damian? No way. I've got to stay and help him!"

`What?' Jake thought to himself, totally whacked out of his gourd. "Stay?
But the man is a barbarian Sean!"

"You better get the fuck out of here Jake, because when Damian gets his
wits about himself, he'll be coming after you!"

Believing him, Jake left the deranged scene. His pants, for all he knows,
everything in them, were too close to Damian, so he lit out of there like a
bat out of hell, leaving everything behind. Downstairs, he ran through the
study and on his way cried out, "Sorry Mr. Faberge!" Like a magician he
rips the table covering out from underneath, but not being a practiced
magician, the lot of the eggs wound up on the floor. Not stopping, Jake
figured his life was totally worth more than a few Russian eggs. And when
he got out the front door, slammed it shut behind him, he remarks to
himself, "What a nightmare!"

%

They swam and five minutes before the lifeguard's lunch time had ended,
Ke'ala and Patrick thought about leaving the water behind.

"Hi. Can I come in yet?"

It was Timmy!

Since Patrick was the director, it was his call whether to allow Timmy,
complete with a `ducky' tube around his waist, and his parents tagging
along, to let them in. "Sure. I can't see why not," he replied.

Timmy's parents thanked him, but it seemed they were off on their own,
leaving Timmy to do his own thing. Inverted, over on to his stomach,
Patrick watched as Ke'ala swam to the rescue, helping Timmy gradually float
into the water. He smiled after Ke'ala asked if Timmy could swim, the
result, Ke'ala showing Timmy a few arm strokes. Only once in his lifetime
did Patrick think about having kids of his own, but with being gay he
didn't think it would ever happen and felt disappointed. However, with the
virtuality of adoption, he seemed it a reality for himself someday. All
which remained is finding the right guy to help bring up either a boy or
girl or both. When Timmy's `ducky' started floating away, Timmy in Ke'ala's
care, Patrick sought to rescue it from the lonely pool waters. Holding on
to it, Patrick got a few remarks from the returning lifeguards. He didn't
need to, but explained how Timmy arrived in the water before they did.
 Then, Patrick's eyes were back on the camaraderie developing between
Ke'ala and Timmy. It made him feel good. Then and there, Patrick hugged
`ducky' thinking how fortunate he was to have a guy which embraced the best
of both worlds, adulthood and childhood, in a loving and caring manner. His
right hand clutching his lucky charm, Patrick says to himself, "I'm such a
lucky guy! Thank you to whoever made ths charm lucky!" Then, from not very
far away, Patrick hears a strange noise.

"Ps-s-s-s-s-s-st!"

He looks around, thinking it's some kid playing a joke on him.

"Ps-s-s-s-s-s-st!"

But then again, "There it is again," he says to himself, again perusing the
area in a three hundred and sixty degree arc. This time he sees something
moving in between the slats in the white fence, something gold-like and
burgundy. Swimming over to the step-in part of the pool, he says, "Be back
in a minute Ke'ala." No sense alarming his lover, since he was having a
good time with Timmy.

Walking out of the gate, he hears, "Over here Patrick!"

Walking behind a bush, Patrick discovers, "Jake?" Around his waist is
fashioned a diaper of some brilliant cloth, looking like a grandma's
heirloom hall rug.

"We need to talk!"

"But what happened to your clothes? Where is Sean?"

"He's not here. He's at home. At `his' home." And in desperation, "I need
some clothes!"

In a roundabout way, Patrick led Jake around the buildings and
grounds. Jake helped some, knowing the landscape blueprint.

"He what?" Patrick replied when Jake explained a part of his tale.

"Yeah, after I whacked Damian with my belt... well, belt attached to my
jeans, I told Sean to `come on' and he turned right around, defending the
leather dude."

"But aren't you two supposed to be boyfriends?" Patrick questions.

"I thought we had something going. I can't believe he like, `turned' on
me. I think he thought it was all my fault! I don't know Pat."

Patrick hated being called `Pat', but let it slide in this case. "I don't
either, but something very strange is going on here."

"Ya'think so?" Jake replies. But then Jake remembers, "You know I have a
feeling Sean knew Damian was going to be there when he came to the country
club to pick me up?"

As Patrick keyed the door to the supply building, where all the uniforms
were kept, he tells right out, "If you ask me, it sounds like some kind of
set up."

"Really? You think Sean would do shit like that to me?"

For Patrick and Jake, usually it came the other way around, Jake dishing
out the wise words of wisdom, Patrick following through, but with the
tables turned, Patrick didn't think anything of dealing out good
advice. "You don't know Sean but a few days?"

"Less," Jake said as he tried on a white undershirt.

"Well, that's no time to get to know a guy, where you've felt him out,
instilled some trust in him." Drawing on his own experiences, Patrick says,
"Not like Ke'ala and I. Look at us... we're almost ready to tie the knot!"

Astounded, Jake replies, "I hadn't realized you two have advanced so far."
Then, the glee dropping from his personality, "How come I can't find a guy
like you've got, Patrick? You're so lucky. That charm around your neck, it
really works?"

"I don't know," Patrick surrenders his thoughts, even though a few mintues
prior he was praising his lucky charm for bringing Ke'ala to him. "I think
what's more important is how you go about it Jake. Now we've been friends
for a very long time, right?"

"Forever," Jake replies.

"You know I wouldn't do or say anything which would hurt you?" Patrick puts
his hand on Jake's shoulder, getting chummy with him.

"I trust you Patrick. You know that," Jake says.

"Do you trust Sean anywhere near as much as you trust me?"

"No way!" Jake made the choice outright and to the point.

"Another thing," and Patrick wasn't sure how this was going to go over with
Jake, even though they have strong bonds, "you might hate me for saying
this, but you don't try in the `right way' to try to land a relationship
like Ke'ala and I share."

"Wait. Run that by me again?" Jake asks, a strange look on his face.

"If you want to haul off and slug me too, go ahead, but Jake, you go at
looking for a guy from a cock and ass perspective, whereas you should be
searching from the heart and mind!"

"Are you calling me a slut, Patrick?"

"No," Patrick said, not wanting to call it like it is, saying instead,
"You're a smart guy Jake. You've got to go about finding a guy with
more...more..." Using his hands to explain, he ran out of logical words, so
confessed, "Uh yeah. Pretty much that says it all Jake!" And then to
clarify himself, while he waited to see if Jake was going to punch his
lights out, "You sort of like go at it from getting as much sex as you can
and not really looking for a guy you want to real love for the rest of your
life."

But Jake wasn't at all perturbed. This was Patrick he was talking with, a
guy he's shared so many thoughts and adventures with. No way could he ever
get to the point where he could blame him for telling it like it
is. "Yeah. You're right. My life for the past few years has been pretty
much like that. Yet," he contemplated on one affair, "I didn't feel too
much like that with Tony. Tony's a decent man."

Patrick let it `out of the bag', "Not anymore." He took a few minutes time
out to explain, then the friends were back on course.

"So, how do you think I should go about this `finding a meaningful' guy in
my life? You're `the man' now that you've got something going with Ke'ala?"

"I would normally tell somebody, be yourself, Jake, but in this case you
have to change and like put on a whole new `you'."

"But how?" Jake pleads.

Shortly in thought, it comes to Patrick that when September comes around,
he's going to be making the break from the old hometown and gives Jake the
same thought, "Come to Hawaii with me!"

"Hawaii? But we're registered at the community college here in town, dah?"

"Jake, do you want to stay here and hang around with the same guys, be
stuck in the rut you have been in for most of your life?"

Less tense, Jake replies, "Well, they `do' have some hot looking surfers
out there!"

"Jake?"

"What?"

"We've got a lot of work to do on you, but I'm not going to be able to help
you long distance."

"So what am I supposed to do?"

"It's for you to make up your mind, but if it's any help, Ke'ala has a lot
of friends at the college he does research for. He said almost as much, if
I want to go, I'm `in'!"

"Hawaii, huh?" Jake says, scratching his head. "It's going to be
expensive?"

"I think Ke'ala will let you stay with him too, until you can be out on
your own?"

"Hawaii, huh?" Jake thought, not able to completely erase the hunks on
surfboards, rolling in to shore on a wave, muscled as they hit where water
hits sand, swipe their boards up out of the water like a toothpick and
running in the sand. For a moment he could almost picture one of them
running up to him.

"So you think about it. We've got time yet, Jake."

"How much time?" Jake asks.

"It's a big decision. Big decisions take more time, but we should make up
our minds before too long. The quicker we apply to the university, the
faster we'll find out if we can matriculate."

"You said `we'?" Jake announces.

"Right. Seems like I have a hidden agenda too. I actually wasn't going to
follow Ke'ala out to Hawaii without you."

"You'd do that for me?" Jake says.

Patrick hits him back with, "No. You're going to Hawaii with me and that's
that!"

"But what about the big decision which takes a long time to make?"

He puts it to his lifelong friend, "That decision is based on whether you
want Sean to come with you or not and in my own opinion, I don't think it
would be a wise choice."

"Wow! This is like so overwhelming. I can't believe, for once, you're
giving me advice, Patrick!"

"No. There was one other big, big time when I told you you shouldn't really
do something and you listened."

"Oh? When?" Jake asks with a foggy look on his face.

Smiling, Patrick replies, "Who was the only player on the football team who
didn't get busted for mooning at the game?"

"Oh shit! How can I forget about something like that? And the team was even
telling me how smart a guy I was for not following along!"

"Not to mention your parents not taking up the slack by being hit with a
five hundred dollar fine for public indecency?"

But forgetting years past, Jake thinks about the current, saying, "I really
have to think about this."

"Can I give you one last word of advice, Jake?" Patrick says, walking up to
him, placing both hands on his friend's shoulders, the two inches apart.

"Go ahead," Jake shrugs his shoulders as if to think it might help in his
decision.

"There never was anything there between you and Sean. Don't feel so bad
about dumping him!" Placing his hand gently on Jake's cheek, he winds it up
with, "I love you so much Jake. I want the best for you and I think taking
off and making a move to Hawaii would be the healthiest thing for you."

"If you think so," Jake seemed to be letting Patrick's thoughts convince
him.

"Yeah and who knows? Maybe you `will' hook up with some surfer-boy!"

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