Date: Wed, 6 Jul 2011 12:03:21 -0400 (EDT)
From: J
Subject: Trio: Hot Summer Day

It was a hot summer day. The boys didn't know why but all the adults had
vanished. Aliens? God? Angels? For some reason they were alone in this town
and frolicking in the pool of Fred's. Fred was short but lean and all
abs. He had sort of a bony shoulder area on both sides and yet his stomach
was cut, ripped, and shreded, years of his taking karate. Fred know what he
wanted to do after coming out of the swimming pool in the back of his house
with his friend Chuck. Chuck wore a speedo while Fred wore a pair of old
ripped and tight denim shorts, open at the top. It was very hot now and
both boys were sweating.l Fred went back into the house and came out with
two steel short swords. "My dads. He's had them for years. They kinda are
family heirlooms or something. Not worth much now I guess."

Fred was Irish so Chuck guessed it was some Irish war that these came
from. Chuck was Italian.Chuck caught one as Fred tossed one to him. "Like
old times?"

"Play?"

"Yeah, let's!"

but Chuck realized this was not going to be the same old play...

Yet the same old play it was. Clang against clang, clang after clang, sword
against sword. Pushing each other back and forth. There was an old wooden
fence with points on top. Chuck felt it behind him. He used to let Fred get
the best of him on purpose because he kind of liked it when he lost to
Fred. Fred thought it was always because he was more powerful than Chuck
but truth is he wasn't. They were almost evenly matched. Chuck almost
always purposefully let his midsection unattendedand unguarded. He always
wanted Fred to strike there but in the past, when they were younger, it was
with fake sword, plastic ones, even tennis rackets endings. It was never
with the real thing. Chuck wondered what it would be like to feel one of
those poking in your guts and decided it might not be worth losing. Fred
never wanted to lose. For him it was a macho thing and he always wanted to
prove that even though he was shorter in size, he was going to win all the
time. Chuck felt his back against the wooden hot fence and it felt good.
Fred put the sword against Chuck's and Chuck dropped it. Fred put the sword
to Chuck's chest and pressed a bit but didn't press hard enough. "Game's
over and I win!"

"You can't always win!"  Chuck cried, "You can't!"

"But I have!"  Fred moved his elbow back to stab Chuck in the chest but
Chuck moved his head into Fred's chest and this made Fred fall back. Chuck
reached out and leapt for his sword. He managed to pick it up and stretch
the point into Fred's stomach. Fred's belly button was hit but he pulled
back again and it came out, "OW!"

Chuck laughed and moved it foward to stab Fred thoroughly! He wanted to
plunge it through that innie/outtie half and half!



Chuck brought his advantage home and pressed the navel with his sword
point. It went in and felt good. Hard meat behind that navel. Chuck pressed
his elbow forward but Fred was kickingup between his legs and felled
Chuck. Chuck's sword fell out of his hand as Fred's free hand snapped at
his wrist, making the sword fall tothe warm grass. They were on the front
lawn now as Chuck rolled and ran, recovering his sword. Fred ran after him,
laughing, bleeding slightly from his navel. His free hand went to it to
hold it in. "Stop and stand still! Fight like a man!"

Chuck ran to a spikey tree near the driveway. He turned suddenly to fight
Fred, who was pursuing. Fred was startled backward and Chuck shot his arm
out and his sword snapped at Fred's lower abs, beneath his belly button and
caught a hard bit there. Fred yelped but turned and whirled all the way
around, his sword hitting Chuck's away. Chuck buckled but did not
fall. Fred pointed the sword at Chuck's chest. Chuck puffed it up and put
his hands up. "You know we don't take prisoners!"

"That's it then, kill me."

Fred smiled and nodded, "You slippery. You are a slippery one."

"Then just do it," Chuck smiled, "Or aren't you man enough?"  Chuck steeled
his chest, flexing, ready to be cut.

Fred nodded, "No, I wanna give you a chance to cut me down fully. Pick it
up."

Chuck looked. He wasn't sure what this was about.

"Go on, pick it up before I run you through right now. Right through your
heart."

"Fred, you know I want it through my belly button."

"Heart kills man, I slay, not fooling around. Pick it up, go on.."

Chuck inched forward, not moving his feet but moving his body so that he
could stretch to get the sword, fallen again. He reached out but had to
move one foot to get to it.

Fred put the sword to Chuck's belly, "Uh huh, be careful what you do to get
it..."

Chuck reached out some more and his belly made a strained stretched
curve. Chuck's hand was almost on the handle when Fred yelled a victory war
cry and shoved the sword point right into Chuck's belly button! Chuck had
moved so that the point would drive into his meat behind the belly button.

"GOTCHA!"

"Ohhhh, ya got me, right my belly buddon! OHHHH my gut!"  Chuck grabbed at
the sword and held it. He tried to pull it out but knew that doing this
would make Fred shove it in more and this was the result he got and
wanted. Fred slid it in. Fred stood, puffed up now. Gawking and
snorting. "AHHHHH!"



"Haaaaaaa! UGGGGGG!"  Fred pushed, and made the same sounds as Chuck as
Chuck fell to his knees and his back buckled behind his ankles as he
folded. His feet came out from under him as he rolled. Fred let Chuck's
smooth belly fall off the sword.

Chuck grabbed his belly wound. Fred grabbed his own wound but then put one
foot on Chuck's bare bony hip, the way clear. Fred jerked his arm down
straight and the sword went into Chuck one last time, and popped through
the belly tothe lawn below Chuck's back. Chuck gasped.

"Oh yeah!"  "Oh yeah!"

Chuck jerked up and his violent shake made his belly meat meet the sword
some more, sliding up it. Fred held it, just held it where it was.  Still.
Stiff. The sword did it's work and Chuck's movements rocking cut himself up
more and more. Fred then jiggled it as Chuck seemed to relax, readying to
die the final breath. Chuck thought the pain was over but he thought wrong.
Now Fred jiggled the weapon in him and it dragged vertically after
horizontally. He was being cut up.  Fred moved his bare foot, the pool
water now totally dry, up Chuck's hip to the chest and stepped hard and put
his free up to wave at the sky, perhaps the aliens wanting to watch this
fight. Fred pulled the sword out and then watched as Chuck gave up the
fight, the long fight to die. Chuck gasped, "You did me...in."

Fred stabbed Chuck again in the meat of his belly and then the chest and
then the belly again. "Good."  He felt great. He was alive but Chuck was
not. Then the pain in his belly button hurt him and he went to his knees.
He would have to take care of his own wound. First he laid down on his best
friend and went to a warm sleep.