Date: Wed, 24 Aug 2011 06:04:01 -0700 (PDT) From: Tchase Mcphee Subject: BeaR GaRDeN 04 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. BeaR GaRDeN 04 WriTten by T. Chase McPhee % Raymond thought it a crying shame he had to be at the gym, dropping Thomas at his cousin's house. For two reasons he felt uncomfortable, knowing Thomas was not too compatible with his cousin and two, there was something there which had him now smiling with excitement, because of the picturesque view of Thomas and everything about him, turning him on immensely. For different reasons, over the previous night-early morning time he spent with Thomas, became reason enough to sway towards wanting Thomas `here' and not `there,' at Thomas' cousin's house. In the nick time, no sooner had Raymond turned on the lights, his gym blazing with light, he hears an object tapping on the glass door. Walking back towards the front entrance, he scoops up a kettlebell somebody left on the floor from yesterday, cursing the unknown gymrat out, but also swearing, because everybody who goes to the gym knows they don't open until 6am. However, six feet from the door, he says in almost a whisper, "Thomas?" Dropping the strength-training weight where he stood dumbfounded, Raymond rushes to the door and unlocks it. "Hi. Sorry to bother you," Thomas says in a negative mood. "What happened to you?" Raymond challenges him, looking him over, only for the purpose of establishing in his mind Thomas was still dressed in the same pants and stolen Abercrombie shirt. Only difference was a backpack added, the two straps over his shoulders. "You dropped me off, I went inside and right away my cousin starts in on me," Thomas goes into a long tirade, a whiney voice, unknown to Raymond, but Thomas knowing how insensitive he could be at times, "`You should have called me. I was worried sick... Sick, right. The only reason he was there at the door was because of Jason." "What?" Raymond asks. "Yeah. Seems Jason had `his side' of the story, telling Bobby `I' dumped `him!'" "But you said Barry..." "I know. I tried to tell him the same thing, but Bobby wouldn't listen, siding with Jason, because him and Bobby are best friends, y'see?" "I didn't know that," Raymond responds." "Yeah, so who's Bobby going to believe? His best friend or his cousin who pops up out of nowhere after almost a lifetime?" They were still at the door, Raymond holding it open, listening. "The other part of the story is I got tired of putting up with Bobby's attitude, maybe tired of him always being right. Up until now I put up with it, because it was his house and I needed a temporary place to stay. Well," Thomas says disgusted, "it looks like I messed things up so well, I'm out of room and board for a week!" Raymond has known Thomas for all of several hours, but he was developing a nice, cozy friendship with him. Of his personality, he thought of him as sensitive, thoughtful, caring, a nice guy and in general Raymond didn't think nice guys should be treated in this manner. "Why don't you come in?" "It's okay?" Thomas questions. "I own the gym, don't forget?" "Right," Thomas says, passing through the door, scraping past Raymond. Locking the door, Raymond follows Thomas in, suddenly remembering, "Watch out for the..." It right after the fact, Raymond saying it, Thomas tripping over the kettlebell left on the floor. Weighing him down, as Thomas unconsciously leapt forward, his backpack helped in sending him face forward to the floor. "I'm okay," Thomas says, his hands landing in front of him, almost like he was going to do a pushup. "Close call," Raymond says. "Here, give me your hand." However, as Thomas turned on his side to sit, his ankle hurt him something fierce, "Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-owch-owch-owch!" "Wait! Stay still!" Raymond demanded of him. Thomas, wincing, deduces, "I think it's sprained." "Or more," Raymond says, rushing behind the counter. Knowing what was coming, Thomas hears the slushing ice, probably being scooped out of a freezer and into `whatever.' "This is good for now," Raymond says, having stuffed ice in a plastic bag, tying the end in a knot and then laying on Thomas' ankle. "Oh man is that cold!" He looked at Thomas, then Thomas' ankle, back to Thomas and after assessing the situation, pulled out his cell phone and dialed 911. "Who are you calling?" Like Thomas didn't know! "Could be broken or maybe sprained, but without a clear picture we won't know." "One problem," Thomas says, wincing. "What's that?" "I don't have insurance until I start college and about fifty bucks in my wallet?" Raymond smiles, saying, "That's `two', not `one?'" "Don't joke Raymond. Call'em back and tell them not to come, leave the ice on this for awhile and maybe it'll be okay." "I can't `uncall' 911, Thomas!" "Ugh," Thomas says out of frustration, "they're going to sue me now." "They are `not' going to sue you Thomas. If anything you'll have to sue `me!'" "I'm not going to sue you, Raymond." Raymond kind of had the feeling. After all, one reason was because they had a super time at Rinaldi's and even though they only made it to first base, a little kissing and hands up under shirts, he felt like this was going to be more than a `one night stand', "Okay then, you have no place to stay, right?" "The hospital? Thomas show a ray of hope, shot down immediately by his own condemnation, "Than again they'll probably kick me out on my ass when they hear I don't have insurance." Taking charge, Raymond says, "Let's think real here. You don't have a place to stay and who knows if you'll be able to walk?" "Not walk? In a week I have to be able to walk around campus!" Thomas sulks. "Let's get through today?" It could have gone back and forth, but a tapping on the door, Raymond went to let the emergency people in. Thomas' pain was alleviated somewhat, paying more attention to the two EMS dudes, walking in with Raymond. From the chatter, he had a feeling Raymond knew them personally. He finds out, "Thomas, Hector and Justin are here to patch you up." Hector was all business, going right to lifting the bag of ice off his ankle. Justin asks, "Are you in pain?" Thomas just looked at him and winced. "I guess that answered my question!" He wanted to smile, let Justin know he wasn't disturbed by his obvious, stoopid question, but the torture Hector was putting him through made him on edge, "Oh-oh-oh-`that' certainly hurt!" "My ice didn't help?" Was Raymond's way of feeling sorry. He did manage a tiny smile for Raymond, "Yeah, it helped. Thanks." Even though their main concern was `Thomas', Hector chit-chatted back and forth with Raymond, asking stuff about a bod-building contest, hands wrapping up his ankle in whatever it is, unknown material to give his ankle some stability. On the other hand, Justing was very courteous, to the point of overly caring, "You're gonna be okay Thomas." Whereas Hector was talkative about the competition, Justin focused up on Thomas. "By the way I saw you at the `Bear Garden?'" In between thoughts, Thomas winces, "Owch! Yeah? You were there?" "You probably didn't recognize me because you didn't know me!" He had to think on it a moment, Thomas replying, "Probably." Then, forgetting, he asks the dumbest question, "What were you wearing?" Justin was wearing the same uniform as Hector, white shirt, dark slacks, a little name plate showing his ID. It didn't matter much to Justin though, as he tears his shirt out of his pants, pulling it up as far as it will go, about his pecs and says, "This!" "Wow! That's nice," Thomas says of the sixpack abs. "Thanks!" "How long did it take you to... owch!.. get that?" "Almost done," Hector says. Thomas didn't immediately think Hector was talking to him. Knowing, Hector tells Thomas, "And then you don't have to bother listening to Justin here!" He laughs. Justin says, "Shut up Hec! You're gonna get it when we get home!" Wiggling his brows, Hector replies, "I surely hope so!" Raymond already knew, Thomas now picking up on it, "You two live together?" They didn't need to say a word, Raymond telling it like it is, "Hector and Justin have been putting up with each other since Justin was in high school." It opened up a new topic, Justin claiming, "If it wasn't for Hector I would've been doomed!" "It's a story with a happy ending," Hector says, "but unfortunately it's time to move you to a stretcher!" Thomas jokes about his unfortunate state, "Why do I have the feeling I'm not going to be laughing about it?" Raymond smiled, thinking Thomas was being such a happy camper, in the face of impending pain. While Hector and Justin handled the logistics of moving Thomas, Raymond sympathized, literally holding Thomas' hand, "Things are going to be alright. Don't you go worrying your handsome little head about paying bills." Happening to be the nicest guy and friend a man could want, Justin too adds his accolades, "Money? Get them dollars outta your head, Thomas! Me and Hector are gonna take care of ya and... Hector?" "What Justin?" he says with annoyance, at the persistent pester Justin can be. "Tell'em how we're like this," he holds up two parallel fingers, "with all the doctors?" "Yeah, right Justin. Anything you say," Hector replies. In reality, there were bonafide reasons why Hector, especially, was very chummy with most of the doctors at the general hospital, having it down to a science, knowing who could give the best head, tight entranceway, that type of stuff. "I wish I could go with you," Raymond says, caring. "You've got a business to run. I'm sorry I complained so much and sorry I ruined your day." "You didn't ruin my day, Thomas and about your cousin, forget about that schmuck!" It was good conversation on the way to the hospital, Hector assuring Thomas, Justin a good, safe driver. He told about moving to town, prior to entering college, but having to stay with his cousin, Bobby, until they opened the dormitory for occupation. Nothing was said about anybody being `gay', yet he assumed, Hector and Justin probably doing the same. Doing the proper thing, he offers, "By the way, I'm not saying anything you and Justin," for all Thomas knew, they could be straight roommates, "but to let you know," it a new thing, to be out, "I'm gay." "I know." "You do? How could you tell? I've been told I don't act it." Smiling, Hector replies, "You're going to let a man stroke your hand and arm like he's stroking some guy's dick?" "Oh," Thomas never thought of it. "Besides, we know Ray don't get close to people, unless he feels something for him." It stirs Thomas' interest, remembering back at Ian's house, "I suppose it's why he didn't want to get involved in the orgy at Ian's house!" "Ian McLacklan... that slut!" "You know Ian, then?" "Don't get me wrong. I talk Ian down a lot, but he has some of the most awesome boy-parties. You were there. Did you get in on some of the action?" He was about to say, Hector cutting him off. "Man that TC is some fuck-machine! He can pull out of one ass and have enough jizz to sink in the next. And Bill... Was Bill there?" "He was. Kind of a snob, in my opinion!" "Yeah, that's Bill. He thinks he's the world's gift to the fashion industry. He'll probably make it to the top too. Oh! Did I say `make'?" Hector played up Thomas. "You did." "I meant `sleep'. But too," Hector tells it like he's telling a story, "Bill has this `aura' about him." "I think I know what you mean," Thomas recalls. "You do?" "Right. Bill had this guy, Geoff..." "Geoff Long?" "Don't remember. All I know he was `Geoff' and..." "Around 5'11? Sort of beefy, hairy, got a nice set of pecs? Mushy around the lower abs?" As Thomas slowly racks his brain, sorting out images of guys, "I think that's him. Why?" "I love Geoff!" "I thought you loved Justin?" It's then Thomas realizes he's assuming an awful lot. "You and Justin, you `are' a couple?" "We hang together, room, share the same bed, but as far as if we see another hot guy, we go for it without letting our thoughts of each other get in the way." "I see. About Geoff?" "Yeah. He's a real sweetheart, but a real puppy dog too." "Meaning?" "Let me guess. At Ian's party, Geoff was either eating out a guy's ass, or on his knees sucking down cock?" "You're right on the money, but the guy who he was with is Bill. It was weird too, because some way Geoff either licked Bill's balls or sucked his cock wrong, well Bill didn't like it." Because Hector knew Bill's reputation, "Did he pull his belt out of his loops and give Geoff's back a good going over?" This was going way beyond the scope of what Thomas perceived as a sexual experience, "Did he what?" Hector explains, "Bill. He can be brutal, but all the guys know it. Some even set themselves up to have a rough time with him." "Gee," Thomas goes back in time to Ian's party, "do you think that's the reason Bill slapped Geoff in the face with his own cock?" "Cool!" Was Hector's honest reply. "You think it's cool to get slapped aside the head by a guy's cock?" Seeing Thomas not into it, Hector recedes, "Geoff apparently did. Now, what about this other guy, your cousin Bobby's friend? You said they are good friends, did you?" "They go back to grammar school. Bobby claims Jason and he knew each of them were gay in fifth grade." "Anything happen?" Hector's loins begged for information! "No. Well I dunno, because Bobby didn't say, but he did volunteer information about gang-banging with the high school football team." Oh, now that started Hector's balls a-pumpin'! "Must've been nice." He tried to lead into Thomas telling him a story to give him a stiffy, but it didn't materialize. "I don't know. Before he got that far he started talking about the `Bear Garden' and Jason not having a date." Fast forwarding, Hector says, "So you go to the `Bear Garden' with Jason, but you don't go home with him?" "No, I went home with Ian." "Oh, that's right," Hector laughs. "The orgy!" "Right. I didn't leave the `Bear Garden' with Jason, because he got in a fight with another dude and Barry Dunlap had to throw him out." "Wait! A fight? With another dude?" "Right. Why?" "What did the other dude look like?" "About your age. Your `are' around twenty-five?" The dude he was thinking of, was twenty-five, Hector, "Twenty-seven." "I'm pretty good at guessing age and he was around that, but also cool-looking pecs, beefy stomach, a lot of hair on his chest, right down to where his belt cut it off." Wasn't much help, Hector knowing it was a big bear hangout. "Sounds like him." "Who?" "My friend, Jorge Villa. He said some dude jumped him at the `Bear Garden' last night and almost crushed his balls, only to have Barry yank him up by the neck and toss him out. Still, Jorge's stomach still hurt. More, I think his ego was hurt." Not of which proved certain, Thomas thinks out loud, "So you want to know who the guy is who beat up your friend Jorge, so he can get even?" "Jorge?" Hector shows a doubting face, "Jorge is like such a sweetheart. He doesn't have a mean bone in his bod. Nah, he'll get Bill to mess him up!" He wasn't sure if Hector was kidding or not, laughing like a jokester and not a serious vendetta, it gaving Thomas some temporary relief from his achy ankle. Next thing he knows, Hector is screaming at Justin for backing up into the emergency parking port at the hospital, jamming on the brakes! % Copyright 2011 T. Chase McPhee `BeaR GaRDeN' may not be sold, nor made part of any collection, without prior consent from the author.