Date: Fri, 19 Oct 2012 14:07:24 -0700 (PDT)
From: Tchase Mcphee <survivalgame@rocketmail.com>
Subject: SuMMeR SoLSTiCe 15

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SuMMeR SoLSTiCe 15
WriTten by T. Chase McPhee

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Some of the adults became more the leaders of the kids, in the Saturday
afternoon rounds of miniature golf, with interchanging adult chaperones in
between rounds.

A kid at heart, Alex Nouguet loved playing miniature golf as much as the
boys, so it was of no imposition to lead, teach and follow.

"Are you a professional golfer, Alex?" Adrian Tetreau's nephew, Cedric
inquires.

At first, Desi didn't notice, but as the afternoon wore on, his attention
was caught up in how Cedric acted, regarding the adults vs. their common
friends. Though Desi really didn't have an idea, he supposed, a teenager
who was 17 or 18 years old, would more be attached to conversation with
adults, rather than a 10 year old. Even though 11 years old himself, Desi's
father often remarked to strangers or people they knew, how grown up his
son could act. Taking this into consideration, Desi concluded this was not
the same of how Cedric was acting. He thought, if Cedric were a decade and
a few years older, he could very well be a match up for Alex, much like
Jake and his father mated up as a couple. It was weird and since Desi could
not figure it out, he dashed it from his mind and concentrated on having
fun with the other boys.

The dads, other than Alex, Adam, Jake and Adrian's friend, Seamus Allig,
stood on the sidelines.

For Jake, it was the first time he ever tried his hand at miniature
golf. He got mocked out more than once by the boys, in particular when he
slugged the golf ball so hard, it went flying out of the court and hit the
course centerpiece, the lighthouse!

He loved the attention, the kids rallying around him with praise and
`persecution'. However, it had special meaning, Desi's ridicule, "Way to
go, Jake!" Not that it was special, but to Jake, coming from the son of his
boyfriend, out of all the boys, the comment drew a melancholy
feeling. Whether it was meant as jeering or joy in his wacky play, Jake
took it as kindness, "Thanks!"

As a result of Jake staring at him, singling Desi out of the crowd, the 11
year old smiles. What had come over Desi is the soft, calm, loving feeling
from praise, as his dad would render. Taking up following Alex and Adam's
lead, Desi walks over to Jake, tags his hand and says, "We better catch
up!"

Seamus who sort of hung back, tells Jake, when Desi takes up to meet up
with the other boys, "You're a lucky man, Jake."

He knew Seamus stood on the sidelines before joining up with kids in the
game and wondered just what the conversation stirred up. Rather than ponder
through the whole game and rest of the day, Jake simply asks, "Oh?"

Judging from the short chat he had with Diego, Seamus replies, "I hear
you're ready to set up house with Diego and Desi?"

Jake smiled. It was a feeling he had, even after only knowing the
intergenerational couple, going on the second day of being
together. Yesterday morning, getting ready for work, he never would have
guessed how fate would put a spin into his life, "Could very well be," he
acted modestly, but also did not want to jump to conclusions, whereas if
things did not end up the way he pictured it, or by circumstance what has
been built up, crumbled before the weekend was out, he didn't want to be
disappointed.

"Well," Seamus says, now that he's completed part of the puzzle, gossiping
to find out if Diego's feelings were credible, "we better get on down the
road!"

It was a total mystery to Jake, but when Seamus tore away in favor of
following the crowd, he kind of got an idea of what the Aussie meant. Jake
didn't discount the fact, Seamus being a hot man, but he already had his
sights set on someone else!

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"Nice place you have here," Koby relays to Jon Darke.

Though, Jon had suddenly ducked out and left Koby standing in the foyer,
upon which, out of boredom, chooses to show himself around. One part of a
double door was opened, so he welcomed himself in, standing in the middle
of a rather large room which housed some odd and some familiar equipment
one would see at a photography studio. What he could recognize as cameras,
one hooked up to a laptop, upon which, when he touched the `K', picking his
own name, the screensaver kicked off and he found the connecting camera was
pointing towards the off white sofa.

Saying to himself, "Ah, I suddenly feel weary," he walks over to the sofa,
throws himself the length of his bod into it, parks his hands behind his
head and chills, "ah-h-h-h, now this is the life!"

"Sorry to have left you, but I had to make a terribly important phone
call," Jon Darke reappears.

"No problem," Koby says, totally immersed in the soft cushions of the sofa.

"Have you met Kennety?"

With a sexy approach, Koby replies, "Should I?"

He well knew Koby didn't lay eyes on Kennety, Jon having stood in his
office, looking out over the extravagant back yard, seeing Kennety and few
others skinny-dipping in the pool. After he hung up from talking with his
`friend' on the board of the Maritime Commission, and even though he could
have shouted to Kennety from the deck, he used the modern, convenient
method, Kennety retrieving the message to meet him in the studio in five
minutes.

In response to how Jon perceived something of a sleek, sexual connotation,
responds to Koby, "He's drying off from the pool."

Unknown to Jon, Kennety had entered the studio, but Jon very well found out
soon enough.

Koby had thought he had fallen asleep and was in a hot dream, wiping his
eyes. The view, past Jon, was of this dude in the door frame. Only coverup
clinging to the dude's bod was a white towel hanging over the shoulder,
hiding his right pec!

"No," Koby slowly sat, then worked to get to his feet, "we haven't met."
Though, pitter patters from down yonder were propelling him along,
`wanting' like the dickens to meet the nude figure.

"Nice to meet you," he beat Jon Darke to it, Kennety stepping into the
room.

"Same here," Koby, like a gentleman, extends a hand.

Taking it, Kennety, used the hand to freely, in the sexual atmosphere, reel
Koby in and without inhibition, hugs, forces himself on Koby, saying,
"We've got to get you out of these clothes and into something more
comfortable."

Going with it, for the immediate moment, Koby fully agrees, "Um,
sure... Whatever..."

As if Koby were his brother, or lover, Kennety takes him under his wing,
his armpit, and begins to lead him away.

It's only then Koby had forgotten, remembers, turns to Jon, "They're
waiting for me at Eden's Garden." Pleading, "I really need the job."

"Forget Eden," Jon replies, "Kennety will put you to work. How does $20 an
hour start?"

Not in the shadows about what Jon Darke's name means to the porn industry,
with suspicion Koby asks, "Doing what and for how many hours?"

Jon turns to Kennety, "I dunno... What did you have in mind, Kennety?"

Left with mouth temporary in the thinking stages, open wide, like ready to
accept a fat cock, Kennety thinks, coming up with, "Here," he hands Koby
his towel, whipping it off his shoulder, "fold this."

"Fold your towel? What for?" Koby responds, taking the damp fabric.

He had the cutest expression, which followed, along with a sarcastic, "Just
do it?"

It was probably the comedic approach, leaving Kennety looking as cute as
hell, Koby took the towel and with a few swinging maneuvers, had it folded
up into a neat little bundle, "How's this?"

"Good. You're hired," Kennety took Koby by the arm, like he was an escort
for the Academy Awards.

He allowed himself to be led away, asking, "Hired as what?" Before entirely
leaving the room, Koby turns back, waves, "Bye, Jon!"

Just shooing Koby away with his hand, he goes about his business. In
reality, Kennety was more like a son to him. Not all the boys he met along
the Berkeley Point service road were from `around here.' When he picked
Kennety Crawford up, he was a 17 year old runaway, who was
half-starving. Originally, Jon thought, because of his incredible good
looks and good sense of humor, he would make a fine asset to his entourage
of actors. Then again, he found Kennety had skills which could help out,
more than a fuck tool, for the industry. Of course Jon was pro-education
and set Kennety up at the Berkeley-Ventrow Academy, completing his
education. At 20 years old, Kennety was now in his second year of college,
earning a degree in customer service management.

Right now, acting as Jon's personal nuncio, led him from the studio to the
hallway. Happening upon a guy, decked out in only a speedo, Kennety
addresses him, "Gerard, this is Koby. Jon's instructions are to make Koby
comfortable in his home?"

"I'll see to it right away, sir."

Whisked away, right after Gerard nods to Koby, leaves the two standing
there, Koby wondering what the message is, passed from Kennety to the
attendant. Nonchalantly he asks, "So, what's up?"

Onto the next room, white double doors, admits them to the kitchen, Kennety
asking, "Hungry?"

"I had a bowl of cornflakes a while ago?" Koby asks, but is more intrigued
my seeing a guy `naked'. Well, he wasn't sure he was `totally` naked,
because he could only see the guy from the treasure trail, up!

He found out soon enough, the chef probably adhering to some health rules
regarding food safety, by having to keep his loins caged up, when he steps
out from behind the counter, cleansing his hands with an apron, which was
supposed to be tied up around his neck, "Welcome to my kitchen!"

Somehow, as it always does, word had gotten around the beachside estate and
the chef had already conjured up a late afternoon lunch menu.

"Thanks," Koby replies.

Kennety says, like a joke, "Last time Koby ate, it was cornflakes for
breakfast," stops for quick intro's, "Koby, this is Eduardo."

Because his hands had been mixing greasy meatloaf, Eduardo says, "Always
happy to see a new mate come aboard!"

Before Koby can speak, Kennety jumps in with, "Whatever you're thinking
Eduardo, you can unthink it, because Koby isn't here for what you think
he's here for!"

Koby knew a lot of the pieces of the puzzle were missing, simply saying,
"It's nice to meet you, Eduardo."

Happy-go-lucky, Eduardo replies, "You win some... You lose some!" he
laughs!

To the chef, Kennety addresses, "Got something to fill him up?"

If it were one of the boys around the house, Jon's chef would have an
answer right away. However, with meeting Koby like, right now, "I'll have
something sent out to the pool."

"Great," Kennety replies. "Give Matt a ring when you're ready."

On their way out, through one of two huge sliding glass doors, tinted blue,
Koby asks, "Jon sure has a lot of butlers. You, you're the head butler?"

Chuckling, Kennety says, "It would seem that way. No, we're not butlers,
but more like `attendants'. Excepting myself, no one person has a title
around here. Like working out in the gym, we're all crosstrained."

"Except you. What makes you so special?"

Stopping short of a private gate to the pool, Kennety replies, "Jon and I,
we have a special thing going."

"Lovers? Partners?"

Telling it like it is, putting it upfront, Kennety says, "Jon took me in
when I was 17 years old. He took an interest in turning a guy down on his
luck into a somebody. He fed me, clothed me, foot the bill to send me to a
private high school and now, helps me with college tuition."

"And in return?"

Knowing what was on Koby's mind, a life of subtle whoring, Kennety states,
"Jon and I never had sex. I was never an actor in any of his movies and
don't intend on a career in acting, nor directing. Matter of fact I
eventually hope to go into events planning."

Koby thought about it, thought it okay, but asked about his own interests,
"Like you have a financial plan set up? You work a certain number of hours
and pay him back?"

Leaning against a brick wall, arms folded across chest, Kennety replies
with a smile, "Y'know, not everyone who does something charitable expects
`payback'?"

Still confused, Koby says, "You're not paying him back."

"Rather," Kennety stands up straight, migrates towards Koby, "Jon, he
doesn't expect to be paid back?"

"Oh," Koby realizes, what Kennety just said, but not unaware of the
advance, "Jon then is just being a nice guy?"

The soft, light brown hair on Kennety's chest, with another step, could be
tickling Koby's smooth pecs, but it was not the head attendant's intentions
of making cuddly love. Not just yet. Instead, he relay his feelings, "It
would be so easy to kiss you."

With locked eyes, Koby's skin suddenly went blush.

It made the 20 year old smile, as he says, "You know, sometimes Jon does
things for a reason and lots of times I'll get pissed off at him,
because... Well, I'm old enough to make my own decisions."

Koby had to look down, even though he could feel each of Kennety's hands
sweeping over the hairs on his forearms. He hoped, what Kennety was getting
at, was how he perceived things, "Don't tell me... Among Jon's many
talents, he's a matchmaker too?"

"Uh-huh," Kennety replies in a nasally tone, "and the fact you haven't
hauled off and punched my lights out, is maybe you're in the mood for some
match-making?" his attention is drawn from, like Koby, strumming of fingers
over his hairy forearms as if a fret on a guitar, staring the 19 year old
down.

Koby didn't mind at all. His nads were all revved up from the minute he lay
eyes on the nude dude. It then occurs to Koby, Jon Darke's snicker, when he
was led away by Kennety. Of course! Jon had seen him look over Kennety's
shoulder, stare down the valley of Kennety's back and a normal reaction of
a gay man, trying to see what he had to work on!

Detecting Koby in `another world', Kennety shifts his gaze back and forth,
"Green eyes," like they were part of the thought process, "thinking what?"

"You want the truth first?" Koby replies.

"Either way. You can lie first and then tell me the truth?"

It wasn't really a `lie', but being right now, Koby not wanting at all to
scare Kennety off, rather rearranges his thoughts, "Why don't we hang out
for a while and see where it goes?"

Agreed by Kennety, he again leads Koby out beyond the enclosed garden, to
the pool.

As for Koby, past experience, whenever he used the now common phrase, `see
where it goes', `goes', most of the time led to the parting of legs and
what he almost always called a `fantastic orgasm'. However, as he didn't
want the eventual opportunity to slip through his hands, the teen paced
himself to see where all this was leading.

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The fathers, uncle, boyfriends, whichever apply to the gathering of men,
standing flank on the outskirts of 2 tables used by the kids, adding
refreshment to their afternoon of miniature golf, it's Alex who confides in
his partner, "Looks to me like Justin has had enough golf for one day?"

Since he was the `father' and main social force in Justin's life, Alex more
the `breadwinner', Kyle responds with know-how, "Guess again," he
sucker-slugs Alex in the tummy, "being tired doesn't even play into it when
surrounded by Justin and his buddies!"

"He is right," Jake had to agree, on Alex's other side, "Kids. They got
mind of their own. I see it everyday at Rockbottom."

Alex turns his attention to Jake. A few inches taller, it took no effort to
look down Jake's shirt, parted by two unhooked buttons. Unknown to any of
them, some designers within Alex's circle of friends had toyed with him
about design, execution and marketing of something more skimpy for the
`bear' crowd. Thinking on this, he goes completely off topic, "Really? Uh,
tell me Jake," Alex stuttered, on whether to bring this up, "Have you ever
thought about going into modeling?"

Everyone looked, stare at Jake, laughing his ass off! Even Alex laughs, but
not because he thought it funny, a gut reaction to following the multitude,
but rights it, "No. I'm not joking."

Kyle comes back from the kid's table, whereas Diego, Adam, Adrian, Seamus
and Reggie held claim to the kids, saying, "What's so funny, loverman?"
Kyle grabs onto Alex's arm.

Now, feeling silly he mentioned it, Alex says, "I went out on a limb and in
a roundabout way, mentioned to Jake here if he felt inclined to do some
modeling!"

Being it was Jake who's laughter caused a commotion, it also drew in
Diego's attention and upon hearing the last half of Alex's comment, "I for
one would not mind seeing Jake model something skimpy!"

Jake says, "Oh, thank you!"

Switching back over to the kid's table, Desi noticing something, turns to
Antoine, saying, "They're at it again!"

Nodding, it made Antoine look towards the lineup. Among them, Diego had
leaned over and kissed Jake. Of this, Antoine draws the correlation, "Oh
that! My dad does that with the cable guy all the time!"

`Oh shit!' Reggie was thinking, hearing the truth roll off Antoine's
tongue!

Apparently Reggie wasn't the only one picking up on it, the other adult men
trading off glances.

Of it, the only thing Reggie could do is say, "Kids!" His tanned complexion
looked darker!

"Don't feel bad, mate," Seamus tags Reggie's shoulder, "it happens to all
of us!"

It was not intended for youthful ears and knowing this, one by one the men
retreated to where Kyle, Alex, Jake and Diego stood, like they were holding
up a brick wall.

The kids, satisfied with the main course, were now hacking away at dishes
of ice cream, assorted toppings according to who ordered what.

Seamus was the first to open up, telling about how his sister paid a
surprise visit, bringing along his 3 little nephews. He went on to tell how
he had to toss 2 college lads out the bedroom window, along with their
clothes!

He could have pounced on Seamus for that bedroom tale, but instead Adrian,
who was not without sin, told much the same story, cleaning up at his
restaurant after hours. Yeah, he related how the kitchen was really
cooking, even though beyond business hours!

Adam, he quickly evaded the issue about past boyfriends or encounters
altogether, saying, "Micah seems like a very level-headed young man."

Without a seedy subject attached, he was skipped over like cold chicken!

Diego missed out altogether, which pleased him, when Reggie reconnects with
what Antoine brought up, "Yeah, that cable guy," he looks to the sky, like
it holds the answers, "mm-mm... `could only suck on'em one at a time they
were so," Reggie uses his hands to gesture, "big and cock... damn, nearly
pierced my stomach lineing!"

Alex, taking in the wild tale, also studied the handsome face. Being in the
designers and modeling business was no difference than working for a big
corporation. Some of the rules were the same, like hiring outside of a
circle of certain class of citizens, he hadn't realized it, until someone
said something, his models being `cloned'. Since this had come up in his
trip to Australia, he had been on the lookout. So driven by this, Alex
found himself stalking `any' guy, at the gas station, standing on the
street for a bus or even minor roles of people where he worked. He had
never thought much about putting a guy in a brief by his looks from the
waist up. More, it interested him in filling out the brief and leaving the
other details to his fellow staff members. Later on, it would be Kyle
asking Alex about his interest in Reggie.

For now though, the kids were full and wanted to go home and this is what
tore the adult men away from their suck and fuck tales!

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Copyright 2012 T. Chase McPhee

`SuMMeR SoLSTiCe' , may not be sold, nor made part of any collection,
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