Date: Sun, 26 Apr 2009 20:39:58 -0700 (PDT) From: T. Chase McPhee Subject: OLuFsEN & SONs 18 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, in towns, cities, countries, nor governmental areas, which the story is staged. If a sexual scene involving male-to-male relationships offends you, then you should not read this story. Additionally, if you are under 18 years of age, in most state 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. % OLuFsEN & SONs 18 wriTten by T. Chase McPhee % Walking in the farmhouse door, Terron was excited as hell, boasting, "Guess what Dare! Out on our picnic I claimed Jay! We're partners!" Getting up off the sofa, Dario flicked the automatic control, the picture erased off the face of the Tv. "Is that so?" "Um, where's Sean?" Jay asks, taking a quick glance around the room. Being Terron was on cloud nine, Dario didn't want to kill the moment, so left it as, "Gone." Nothing more followed in regards to Dario, but due to Terron's elation, the atmosphere became celebratory, Terron hugging Dario, Jay hugging Dario, Terron and Jay hugging, then a three way hug, which led to Jay breaking open a bottle of champagne. "Here's to the happy couple!" Dario said after being given the duty of proclaiming the toast. Flying high on emotion, Terron couldn't detect it, but Jay saw something amiss with Dario, just knowing it had something to do with Sean's not being there. "So! Watcha watchin' bro!" Terron called out, flopping his ass into the sofa and flicking on the Tv. "I think Terron could use some chips or something," Jay directs to Dario. "Want to help?" "Sure," Dario replied, knowing Jay is offering some counciling in the kitchen. "Hey! Where you guys going? Aren't you going to watch Ugly Betty with me?" Jay tells Terron, "'Headed out to rustle up some snacks, okay baby?" Dario thought, `How sweet,' Jay leaning over the top of the sofa, giving his `baby' a kiss on the side of the cheek. Next thought was of how it could have been `him'. A transitional thought set in regarding `Sean', which made him tear Jay away from his brother, dragging him along to the kitchen. "See ya in a few baby!" Jay yelled. "Okay," Terron replied. The two stopped in their tracks when they heard Terron let out the loudest, longest piece of laughter. "Your brother is soooo adorable!" "Yeah. Real cute," Dario replied, not lingering on his twin, but his mind digressing to Sean. "Oh, so what happened between you and Sean, Dare?" Jay asks, pressing on Dario's arm, with direction towards the kitchen. "Well!" Dario proceeded with, slapping his hand down on the butcher block counter. "Um, want to take it easy on the furniture?" Jay said in a light-humored manner. "Oh, sorry," Dario replied, resettling his hand down on it softly. Eager to continue, he rattles on, "Well, in a nutshell, all Sean was looking for is a place to occupy while attending Goldwater Community College next fall or even sooner if he could land a job nearby." "Oh. I see. So he came on to you looking for more than a lifetime romance. Sorry there, Dario." "Par for the course of love and life. You love, you laugh, you find out the guy isn't really in love with you.... as the song goes, you live, you learn, crash and burn." Dario says with sarcasm in his voice. "What song?" "I dunno," Dario replies as if immaterial, "some song by Jo Dee Messina." Jay says, "Sing a few lines. Maybe I've heard it." Dario gives him `the look' and replies, "This isn't American Idol okay? I'm trying to make a point here Jay." "Oh yeah, so Sean's looking for a place shack up and he was trying to get you on his side before he confronted me with it?" "I hadn't thought of it in that way, but yeah. I'd say you're on the money." "So," Jay begins on another tangent, "exactly `how' did Sean proceed with his plan?" "I'm not going to go through it with every play by play move, but more or less we got to the point where we were on the floor in front of the fireplace..." "Oh, is there a fire going?" "No. Will ya just listen up knucklehead?" "I'm listening Dare," Jay said, busying himself with cutting up some carrots into `matchsticks'. "Well, actually there was a `fire going', but it wasn't in the fireplace." He summed it up in a `nutshell', but Dario was eager to tell all, saying how `Sean' had his hands all over him, `Sean' initiated them taking their shirts off, `Sean' tongue-bathing his bod, `Sean' working his way into Dario's pants by, "Yeah and after his tongue conveniently soaked it's way down my trail, `to the treasure', he unbuckled my belt and while his mouth and hands were at work, his brain was breeding his plot of whittling his way into this household!" Leaving Jay on the edge, so Jay thought, he set aside where Dario was headed with this and asks, "Um, did he like go down on you?" "Will you take your mind out of the gutter for once, knucklehead? The point I'm trying to make is all Sean was interested in is working his way into my pants to control my thoughts." "And did it work?" "What did `what' work?" "After he went down on you. Was he a good cocksucker? Did he...." "I didn't like give the buzzard a chance. Oh was he slick. Ve-e-ery slick indeed," Dario started in, his hands rubbing together like greasy, "No, didn't let him take me that far before I caught onto his game." "What made you think he was pulling some kind of game, Dare?" "Like when he stopped in the middle of running his tongue up and down my shaft and said he wished he could `do this' everyday." "So the guy was in love with you." "He was `in love with' my cock!" Picking up the plate of raw vegetables, dip in the center, Jay says, "I could think of other ways to a man's heart, but that's one of the stronger ones!" "You're no help!" Dario replied, frustrated because he wanted this to go his way and not Sean's, not the way Jay was thinking it. Dario had a gut feeling he was right and was sticking by his intuition. "Hungry baby?" Jay asks, carrying the round tray of food like a pizza pie. "Hey! Look what I found!" Terron holds a business card up in the air. "It has Sean's name on it!" "Gimme that!" Dario says, ripping it out of Terron's hand, rapidly tearing it into four pieces and depositing it in a shallow ceramic bowl. Kneeling on the sofa, he turns his bod around, in Dario's direction and asks, "Aren't you and Sean going to be boyfriends?" "No! We're `not' going to be `boyfriends'!" Dario replies, heading towards the door. "What happened bro?" "Let your boyfriend explain it to you. I'm going out," he says, grabbing his jacket. "We're not boyfriends," Terron shouted as his brother made his exit. Then to Jay he turns around and says, "I thought Dare would be happy we're being partners?" "He is. He's got boy problems of his own." "What happened to him and Sean?" he asks Jay, opinionated with, "I thought he was a nice guy." "I don't know exactly, but...." Then Jay got up and walked around to the other side of the sofa, snatching the four pieces of Sean's decimated business card out of the bowl. "Maybe we can find out." "Can we call him now?" "No," Jay was adamant, but relaxed his tone and said, "we'll piece this together later. Right now `I want you'!" As he bowled Terron over on the sofa, Jay's hands went right up, under his shirt! % "It's dad!" Zack called out, the two bolting from the kitchen table. Before Erik could even set his briefcase down, Jase was at his feet yelling, "Dad, are you our guardian?" Giggling, because he saw the boys high-strung, "Well I certainly hope so!" "Good," the boys replied in unison. It had worn off finally, taking their dad by the pockets and leading him into the house, since the nine and ten year old boys had grown some inches. Now they latched onto their dad's arms, taking him into the kitchen. "Oh hello Satyen," Erik greeted. "Forget Satyen dad," Zack replied, "and look at this!" But Erik didn't think it proper for Zack to brush their `babysitter' off, saying, "I don't think that's a way to treat Satyen. Want to apologize to him Zack?" "Oh-kay," Zack replied. Then taking out five, says, "Sorry I treated you that say, Satyen." Satyen smiled as he got up, saying, "If we don't make mistakes, we don't learn." Then off topic, "I better get ready to leave." Erik butts in with, "Oh yes, I saw Juan de Fuca outside. He's been waiting for you." Eager to tell of their day's events, still the boys had question on their mind. Being Zack already `took his turn' at speaking with Satyen, he nudges his brother. Jase asks, "Satyen, is Juan your boyfriend?" Smiling, Erik returned Satyen's gaze, him too probing for an answer, "Well?" "Rubbish!" Satyen adamantly replies, after calling up some of his British vocabulary from the past, "I am a fifty-eight year old man. How could it be possible to be a boyfriend of a nineteen year old man!" Immediately leaving, Erik turns to the boys, shrugs his shoulder upon which the two boys do the same back. And then in a whirlwind, as Erik served himself up some vittles Satyen left on the stove, the boys burst forth with their news of the day. "Wait a minute, wait a minute!" Erik called out, not even being able to shovel a forkful of Indian stirfy into his mouth. "What are we talking about here? Musical instruments or going camping?" Seemingly getting the barrage of facts from Zack about the musical instruments, primarily the harp, touching on Jase playing the trumpet, Jase in turn was churning out information, strongly leaning towards the idea of their dad being a counselor on the church camping trip. "So dad, can you be a couns'lor?" "And can I play the harp?" Rushed from both sides, Erik could handle it. He was used to handling problems, two or more at the same time, in his daily business. Of course at Erik-Gef Industries, he had others to shove the duties off onto. And with the entrance of Nick and Gef it's exactly what he did! "Just in time!" "Time for what?" Gef asks, dipping his finger into the stirfry on the stove. "Owch! Burnt my finger!" "Of course you did, you idiot!" Nick blames. "Why don't you get a plate and fork and eat like real people eat?" It temporarily bought a buy out of time, Zack and Jase laughing, Zack telling, "Why don't you spank him, Nick!" "Yeah!" Jase irked him on. Erik had given up pointing out to the boys `not' to say things like that, but rather relaxed the rule and said, "Remember boys..." "We know dad," Jase answered, "we won't say it when we're not in the house." But then as quick as the subject faded, it reappeared, Erik instigating it, "Nick, how would you and Gef like to join up for a worthy cause?" Zack, a very smart cookie, picked up on exactly where his dad was headed, "Yeah Nick. Can you and Gef join the church so you can be couns'lors for our camping trip?" "Wait, time out!" Nick exclaimed, making the `T' sign as he sat down at the kitchen table. "You don't go to church Zack," he addressed the nine year old, hands on the back of the chair, looking straight down into Zack's face. Immediately Jase reckoned, "But it would be good if we joined." "Yeah," Zack helped his brother out, "then we could be like the other kids." The boys had it all planned out, Jase saying, "You don't have to be like us." "Like you?" Gef asks, sitting down, setting a plate of Indian stirfry in front of Nick as well as himself. "How's that go?" Zack-the-wise replies, "You can join, go on the camping trip and be our counselors and then unjoin!" Nick and Gef were faced with two brightly smiling, toothy grins. "So, what about it?" Zack finally asks. "Sounds like a good plan," Erik tells them. With worry on his mind, Jase asks, "You're going too aren't you dad?" "Um, well..." Erik fumbles, thinking he was in the clear. "I hadn't planned on...." Then Zack comes up with a bit of brilliance, "Then Declan, Patrick and Travis and their dad could go and our whole family could be on the camping trip!" "Who's Declan, Patrick and Travis?" Nick puts Erik on the spot. But it's Zack who shames, "Dad, you didn't tell them about your new boyfriend?" Well then. The conversation never made it back to the boys, their new musical adventure, as Erik became the roast at Nick and Gef's firing up of questions regarding Jase naming the three boys' father, "Mr. Karibe." % Copyright 2009 T. Chase McPhee This story may not be sold, nor made part of any collection, without prior consent from the author.