Date: Thu, 4 Oct 2012 17:05:12 -0700 (PDT)
From: Tchase Mcphee <survivalgame@rocketmail.com>
Subject: SuMMeR SoLSTiCe 14

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SuMMeR SoLSTiCe 14
WriTten by T. Chase McPhee

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Finally Diego firmed up all the plans for the afternoon. After leaving 2
voice messages on Phillip's dad's cell, Adam called back.

Adam explains the `three' of them had made plans for the day. Then, Phillip
had forgotten for a sec, Desi mentioning `miniature golf', yesterday at the
beach. While still on his cell, Phillip relays this to his dad their
plans. Adam looks to his new `tag-along', Micah.

Since feelings could not accurately be portrayed over the phone, Diego
could not interpret the silence, what was happening beyond what he could
see and hear.

The scenario panned out early on in the morning, at Adam Hawkson's modest
home. Micah's friend, Koby, had contacted him regarding his accident, the
twisted ankle, which made it an impossibility to continue his summer job as
lifeguard. Giving Micah the heads up, Koby said he better hightail it over
to the Berkeley Point Lifeguard Station, early in the morning, be the first
in line. This was late Friday afternoon, while still on the beach and right
before he met Adam Hawkson. Well... after meeting up with Adam, showering
with him, finding out what a hot cocksucker the 37 year old could be,
spending the night in his bed, it was the toughest decision of Micah's
life, deciding whether he wanted to stay, knowing he had to go!

Regardless, as Diego finds out, knowing somebody else, other than Phillip
was there beside Adam, finds out Phillip will be joining them for miniature
golf.

Desi didn't forget his new friend Cedric, which had his father on the
phone, firming up more plans for Saturday afternoon.

Two amusement areas in Shiffers Landing, since they had been to Hatfield's
Mini-Golf last time, Diego arrives at `The Lighthouse', not a colossal
standing structure to warn ships, rather the name given to the miniature
golf course, complete with a replica of the real lighthouse at Berkeley
Point.

As fate would have it, they meet up with the other dads, Diego recognizing
the jeep he parks next to, "Alex and Kyle are here?"

Scouting around the immediate perimeter, Diego checks out various spots for
Alex or Kyle. He doesn't hesitate for a short sec to check out 2 shirtless
dudes!

"Ahem!" Jake says.

"Oh, right," Diego snaps out of it.

By this time, Reggie and the 3 kids had exited the SUV.

Trying to fake his reason for his attention lingering too long on the 2
college dudes at `the windmill', Diego replies to Jake's muffled
insinuation, "What?" he stare in Jake's eyes.

Smoothing things over, Jake replies, "I see them first!"

Both on the same page, Diego says, "I'll take the dark-haired one. You can
have the blond!"

"Mm-mm!" Jake flutters his eyebrows.

However, guy-watching wasn't the reason they were here. Besides, to burst
their bubble, the frats girlfriends came out of nowhere.

Jake declares, "Such a waste!"

Diego agrees, except, "I think we should catch up with Reggie?"

Catch up with the `mob', they did.

Adam Hawkson and his son Phillip were present. Unknowingly, to them, the
father's over night house guest had headed off to apply for a new summer
job.

The kids forming a small enclave of their own, tore the kids away from
their parents.

Reuniting with new friends, it is found out Adrian Tetreau and Seamus Allig
never parted, after leaving Alex's beach party. At the time, Cedric thought
his uncle and new acquaintance would be all `mushy love stuff', but it
turned out Seamus was a pretty cool guy. He knew a lot about putting models
together and if the chance ever came, making a trip to Australia, Cedric
would be totally amazed at the room Seamus has, decked out with models from
his childhood and the amazing model of the Titanic he was working on before
leaving for business in the States. Probably one of the reasons he liked
Seamus, is Cedric's discovery of how he `liked' being around older people.

Standing at the registration booth, they meet up with Kyle and Alex walking
towards them. Running towards Seamus, Kel is yelling for his uncle, the 7
year old saying, "I missed you uncle!"

Justin hung back with his parents, with little choice, Alex and Kyle
holding on to his hands and giving him a `big swing'. It was decided just
now, Justin getting `too big' for the `big swing'!

On their way out, Justin and Kel, caught up in the camaraderie of the other
kids, convince Kyle and Alex to stay for another round of miniature golf.

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Meanwhile, on the other side of the village, Koby is hobbling up the road,
towards the lifeguard station at Berkeley Point. He already knows he's been
canned, not from any dereliction of duty response from his employer, but
out of his accident. At first, when he started out his walk, unable to
drive with the twisted ankle, he dwell on the mileage he had to walk. When
he hit the part where the road paralleled the ocean, he took in the smell
of the breeze, the pounding of the surf, the picture of guys lying out on
the beach, faced up, faced down, standing, running into the water. It
didn't matter. When it came to hot guys, it was all good. It's one of the
reasons Koby applied for the job. Even though he knew the responsibility of
the job, entailing the saving of lives when duty arose, but the profession
can't beat the benefits, eyes stalking hot men!

With those hot men beyond his reach, except where vision is concerned,
Koby's thoughts turn towards how he got into this predicament. With
flashbacks to the mens room, he starts to get a little high on the euphoria
of all the sucking and fucking going on, but moving quite quickly through
his thoughts of the moment, the coming, sounds of the guys shooting off,
visions of all that gooey, white creme, things go blank. More than a
twisted ankle, Koby was lucky he could recall the `good part'. How he got
into the car with his friends, other than remembering the catchphrase of
whenever `he' was the driver, to buckle up, of the accident happening
everything was a blank. Next time he woke up, was in the hospital and then
the dawning of the grim news, two of his fuck-buds, `dead!'

With haste, he changes the subject to something else, gazing to the beach,
a part he knew wasn't taken up by those who wanted to `sun' and
`swim'. Mostly those looking for a tan and an intimate place to make
out. He smiled, exhaled a little laughter, a slight disappointment of only
heterosexual coupling.

Then, to jar his mind away from the beach, he hears a `toot'!

Swishing his head back around, over his shoulder before he turns around,
Koby spots a silver Mercedes `parked', a head sticking out of the passenger
side, saying, "Need a lift?"

Even though he had his shades on, the sun aided in temporary blindness,
looking in the window, "Huh?" He was unsure, without a bearing on who was
speaking with him.

"I saw you hobbling up the road and thought maybe I could lighten your
load?"

Koby was debating. It's not the first time he's seen the Mercedes drive up
the supply road to the beach, which also happened to double as access to
the upscale homes, partially bordering the beach he held responsibility in
patrolling. From hearsay, it has been said it belonged to one of those
beach dwellers, `no dah', Koby placing the car right now, in the garage of
one of those homes. Being the pangs in his ankle driving his feelings, Koby
replies, "Sure would be a welcome relief."

Door opening from the inside, Koby was let in.

Right off, the driver, who after making sure Koby was safe inside, offers a
hand, "Jon Darke," nodding, "I'm on my way to the lifeguard station," Darke
finding it long-winded to tell all, skips over the details, "and I saw you
on your crutches. Thought you could use a ride?"

By this time the Mercedes was in gear and headed up the road.

Koby offers his name and smiles, just knowing, by his conversations on the
beach, "I know who `you' are."

Even though there was a smile on Koby's face, when glancing over, Jon says,
"Is that good or bad?"

Knowing a few details about Jon Darke, gay, writes, directs, produces gay
porn movies, also a philanthropist for the Berkeley Point Search and
Rescue, Koby lays a few details about himself, "I've seen a few of your
dvd's. All I can say is, you really know how to stir a man up!"

Getting the picture, especially where Koby's sexuality is concerned, Jon
responds with a light tap to Koby's knee, "Is that so?"

"Owch!" Koby exclaims.

Foot hard on the brake, Jon asks, "Oh, I'm sorry! I didn't hurt anything
did I?" Bending over, to the right of the steering wheel, Jon checks out
Koby's bum left leg.

He wasn't thinking it, it being one of those on-the-spot remarks a gay guy
would come out with and especially moot with the situation, riding with a
porn director, Koby says, "Imagine!"

"Imagine what?" Jon Darke bounces back up in his seat.

Allowing a slight giggle to escape, Koby replies, "A famous porn producer,
with his face almost in my crotch?"

At first the 29 year old director didn't know what to say, stumped with
initial reaction. Slowly, Jon dummies up, his lips slowly
upturning. Zipping up the road, he pans out, "I like it... director picks
up a parapalegic guy..."

"It's paraplegia?"

"Whateva... sounded like a good plot," Jon says, pulling into the
multi-lined parking lot.

Knowing the rules of sea and land, Koby says, "You're parked in a
handicapped spot?"

"So? What of it? You're handicapped?"

"That's not funny," Koby says in all seriousness and not afraid to speak
his mind, "What happens when someone who has a need to be close to the
beach, can't find a parking place?"

Jon was in hot water with Koby. Placing the car in reverse, he looks back
and pulls out.

"By the way, it's 2 m.p.h. in the parking lot?"

"I suppose you're the meter maid too?" Jon replies, half-serious.

"It's not metered parking," Koby says.

Right behind them was an empty spot, upon which Jon backs right into.

"Head on parking only!"

Showing a frustrated look, Jon says, "Y'know, you're really getting to be a
thorn in my ass?!"

It was the perfect reaction, "Oh... I could be much worse!"

Sitting there in the driver's seat, it was a impromtu action on his part,
Jon clenching his ass, same time his balls in traction with the
response. Before he righted the wrong, regarding headlights to the
building, he reaches over, grabs the back of Koby's neck and pulls him in
for a kiss.

Entering the Surf'n'Rescue building, Koby's reason for coming was to make
sure Micah showed up and possibly there was still hope he could fit into a
position, even if it were `go-for', sharpening pencils or emptying garbage
bins.

Upon entering the premises, Jon notifies Koby, "If you are in need of ride
home, when I'm finished with business here, I can offer you a lift?"

"Thanks," Koby said, not leaning one way or the other. Seeing Micah, he
heads right for him.

Unknown to Koby, Jon stops in his tracks, laying his eyes on Koby's
friend. He swears he's met the lad. Jon meets lots of guys on the access
road. Nevertheless, even though he has talent scouts all over the country,
looking for fresh faces and `other' fresh parts, he has stopped to admire
quite a few on the road or through the telescope set up in the den of his
lux house, facing the beach. Somewhere in the back of his mind he knows
he's made acquaintance with Koby's friend. Right then and there, allowing
the situation to escape him a second time, Jon neglects business for a
moment.

"Haven't I met you?"

Koby, facing around to Jon, speaks as Micah is about to do the same, the
two on the same track, "That's got to be the oldest..."

Exchanging looks, Micah and Koby with the same return phase, it's Jon who
chuckles, "I can't believe I used the same phrase my actors use in the
movies I produce!"

Koby levels, "Yeah, Jon and that's why your movies are getting old!"

"My movies? Why, what would `you' know about directing a movie?"

All Micah could do is stand there and wonder. First off, he questioned in
his mind how Koby had known the porn producer and was he a friend, an actor
or... or... not being able to take it any longer, "You two know each
other?"

It broke up the friendly squabble, Koby confessing, "He took pity on the
handicapped paraple'gic'," Jon's pronunciation, "hobbling along up the
road," he sports a thumb to show the direction he was coming from.

There was only one road in, one road out, Micah knowing this, "And `you',"
meaning Jon Darke, "just happened to be..."

He cuts Micah off, "Hell, can't you kids give an old guy a break?"

Jon could have been correct, where Koby stood, in regard to age, 19 years
old. Micah at 24, according to his age, Jon at 29, younger looking, Micah
could pass for a few years younger. However, being fully immersed in a
career, it made Jon feel older.

Still, at least Koby could complain, "You act like you're our grandfather,
Jon?"

Two things occur, breaking up the threeway conversation.

Right in front of Micah, the man at the desk cues, "Next?"

From a side office, another lifeguard station employee emerges,
"Mr. Darke?"

Of course Koby didn't go unnoticed. Up until last week, he was a
full-fledged employee, in and out from the lifeguard station twice-daily or
more. While he had the director of the station's attention, he takes it to
his advantage, "Simon?"

Not realizing Koby was with Jon, the director replies, "I'll talk with you
in a moment Koby. I have business with Mr. Darke first?"

So, Koby worked at the lifeguard station, but it didn't mean he had to
`like' everyone there and top of the list of dislikes, was Simon
Drexler. At one time he admitted, Drexler running a tight ship, which kept
everyone on their toes, but sometimes he felt Drexler had too much power
over people and `enjoyed' it a little too much. Like right now, since he
was in limbo, Koby knew, he could not perform the duties of a lifeguard
and, if he pursued employment further, would have to stoop to chisel out
some kind of living for himself this summer or else forfeit going to
college this fall.

Koby was ready to applaud, when Jon replies, "That's okay Mr. Drexler. I've
got time," and playing the charade, "Give the lad your attention."

"Nonsense," Drexler replies, "he can wait his turn."

Having written a letter to the commission which saw over the Berkeley Point
Lifeguard Station, Jon Darke had requested filming near the rocks, within
the jurisdiction of the maritime region. The commission appointed Simon
Drexler as their emissary to oversee the schedule, in which filming need be
conducted at a time and day when beach traffic was light. It helped his
cause, Jon being a major benefactor in keeping the station brand-spanking
new!

Feeling a little overanxious to have this business over and done with,
Drexler replies, giving Koby a disgruntled look, turns to Jon and directs
both to his office.

Following the man, Jon had a slight grin on his face. In order to direct a
movie, he had to have the knowledge of how people could be and react to
situations, or else he would not be able to convey this feeling to his
actors. At the time, his flock of actors could most likely assume the
character Jon conjured up in his mind. Those which didn't show keen acting
skills, well their looks made up for it!

Totally against his feelings, Drexler addresses Koby, in a pouting manner,
"Well, what can I do for you?"

Knowing Koby only a little while, Jon Darke had a keen sense on how Koby
`would want` to answer this question thrown out to him. Allowing the
conversation to spin out into it's own little diversion, Jon dwell on how
this `could` end up.

His script went along the lines of Koby rising up out of his chair
and... Without the limp, he approaches Drexler, telling him `exactly` what
he could do for the him.

Fortunately, Jon Darke was sitting on the far side of the desk, away from
attention. Someone would have to scrutinize his space in order to see his
hand slip into the folds of his crotch. By making up this pretend scenario
in his mind, it only provided a match to his dry firewood. It was all he
could do from keeping his lips buttoned up.

Even though a calm conversation was being carried out, with Jon's vivid
imagination, it wasn't at all the way the flick was going. By way of Jon's
script, Koby, by now, had Simon, pants and undies stripped down, Drexler's
belly over the desk, Koby's `11c' out, all primed up and ready to
insert....

"I'll have to think about it!" came Koby's reaction to Drexler's offer,
which was something a little more degrading than sharpening pencils. Since
dogs were permitted on the beach, Drexler tried to dissuade Koby from
returning, by informing him he would, in addition to his other detail, have
to walk the beach after it emptied and with a plastic bag and gloves, stalk
the beach for dog-droppings.

"You have precisely 2 seconds!" Drexler replies, with a smile.

In the dark, because his mind and hand have been preoccupied, Jon asks,
"Think about what?"

Unenthused, Koby replies, it showing in his voice, "The other stuff is
okay, but I'm not sure about picking up dog shit."

Knowing he did, Jon asks, "Did I miss something?"

Not that he had anything personal against Koby, Simon Drexler really hated
gay people on a whole. Personally? He was dead set against having a gay
porn flick filmed on `his' beach, but higher-ups called the
shots. Regardless, suddenly something kicks in, Drexler's thoughts about
himself, `director' of Berkeley Point Lifeguard Station and the
Surf'n'Rescue squad, housed at the same location. Not about to allow `the
board' to tell him how to run his station, instead of informing Jon Darke
about their permission to allow him to film on the jette, Drexler says,
"Sorry, but the commission turned down your request!"

"What?" Jon sat up in his chair, forgot about his hand for the moment. "But
I got a letter..."

"The letter states you to report to me, doesn't it?"

He had the letter in hand. Opening it, he didn't really have to. It did not
make mention of the commission's decision, but Jon, figuring he had to make
the trip, instead of a declining statement written into the letter,
"There's got to be some mistake. The script, the equipment, we have it all
set."

He didn't produce the letter from the commission, instead Drexler faking
his way through, "It's the decision of the commission." Lying through his
teeth, "If it was in my power, I would have you filming tomorrow!"

Koby thought `that' strange. It was a rule, whether official or not,
Drexler telling the lifeguards, while on duty they must wear proper attire,
which meant they could not take their shirts off, unless in the process of
rescuing a bather in distress. Before he came, he heard from one of the
other lifeguards, one showing up to work in a skimpy speedo. This was
before they had official uniforms. Drexler made a mockery out of the
lifeguard, pertaining to this, Drexler trying to make light of the
situation, referring to the lifeguard's 2 `buoys and lighthouse' almost
visible. The incident, turning into a legal battle is what brought about
the commission establishing a `dress code'. Drexler's attempt to conceal a
man's anatomy didn't hold up to his own expectations, with the
lawsuit. Still, it became more of an issue, the need for a man, in pursuit
of a victim in distress, the ability to glide through the water. To this
day, they don't
 wear speedos, but Drexler's version on the `swim trunk' didn't hold water
when it came to commission accepting a more adept piece of swimwear. He
sneered when faced with the revised swimwear code, teen boys with their
bullocks filling up the cock pocket, some with hardly any `breathing room'!

"I see," Jon replies to the dismal news with skepticism.

The letter didn't really need to tell Jon anything one way or the
other. This past week, off the record, he had met with one of the board
members and before he stood there and watched one of his own actors fuck
the board member, he had knowledge of the commission allowing him to film
on the jette.

Taking it in the plural sense, Jon Darke gets up, saying, "Well then I
suppose our business with you is finished!"

Koby had and hadn't made up his mind.

Though, Drexler presses the issue, "And the job? You want it or do I make
an offer to someone else?" Really, Koby was `it', because Drexler was
making it up as he went along!

Instead of Koby jumping in with an answer, a decision he didn't wish to
make, Jon bouts for him, "Like he said, he'll think about it."

Ready to dispute what Jon thought, Koby's plan B kicked in, cashier at the
local supermarket.

Out in the lobby, Koby does confront Jon with it, "Would you happen to be
passing by Eden's Garden?"

"Hmm," a few things ran through Jon's mind. First, how Koby could afford
anything from the posh organic megastore. Secondly, he wasn't about to let
go just yet, "I was a little hungry myself. How about some late lunch?"

Koby opens up, "It was plan B."

"Plan B?" Jon asks as he sits behind the wheel and stares at Koby.

Through the open portal of the other side of Jon's vehicle, Koby explains,
"I applied there the day after I got out of the hospital. Even though the
hiring manager could see I couldn't do much with my," he put it like Jon
did, "bum leg, he thought I might be okay ringing a register." He also
adds, "I think he liked me!"

It gave a little comic relief, the two connecting with a scrap of a smile.

"I can see why," Jon replies. He wasn't letting on, knowing the human
resources manager personally!

His abs hanging on the window ledge, the remark made Koby respond, "Well,
even if you're not going by Eden, I'd appreciate it if you could give me a
lift?"

What choice did Jon have, Koby removing himself from the window opening,
pulling the door open and helping himself to the passenger seat!

While doing so, it had bought Jon a little time, in transit. First reaction
to working at Eden's Garden, "Doesn't matter if your stocking shelves or
ringing up sales, you're going to be on your feet?"

"I know. I'll make out somehow. If I don't it's like, `bye-bye' to college
in the fall."

Out of nowhere, Jon says, "Dammit!"

"What?" Koby replies.

"Do you mind? I have to stop by the house for a minute?"

"I guess not," Koby, in a little grumpy mood, "Eden will still be there for
the rest of the day, at least."

Watching how Jon got beyond the big, wrought iron gate and enclosure, he
speaks into a box, "Silverfox has returned, Kennety!"

"What was that about?" Koby asks.

"Silverfox, the name I gave my Mercedes. Kennety, he's my personal
secretary."

Guessing, Koby freely asserts, "And bedtime sleeping pill?"

The gates opening, Jon shifting, he replies, "If you follow me to bed
tonight, you'll find out!"

"I'll be working at Eden's. Remember?" Koby replies, cool, calm and
collective.

Though, deep down inside, Jon wished something to the contrary!

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