Date: Tue, 15 Jul 2014 17:29:18 -0400 From: TCHASE MCPHEE Subject: FiRE iSLAND BiKiNiS ~ ?MAkiNG WaRRioRs? 10 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. Various states and countries have various rules regarding reading or viewing `adult material'. It is up to the reader to research this subject, abiding by their own laws. The pages of this story contain `adult material', intended for an `adult audience'. Bypass this warning at your own risk. % Sexual safety matters. Remember guys, this is fiction. In real life, use protection. Hey dudes, if you have enjoyed reading NiFTy stories as much as I have, over the years, consider adding some support for `internet $pace'. http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html ^o^ Concluding remarks ~ reading this story could make you stiff or gooey, so I would suggest not reading it at work... just sayin'! :) % FiRE iSLAND BiKiNiS ~ `MAkiNG WaRRioRs' 10 WriTten by T. Chase McPhee ^o^ % Having promised to get the best seats in the house, upfront, it was strange, security allowing other special peop's, those similar to Jay, venture through, into what Joseph and Jay's good friend, Ian Collins, coins the phrase, `the handicap zone.' "Hey, where do you two think you're going?" Two cubs had tried to step past Ian, only to be held back by the outstretched arm of the law! "We're friends of Jay," one replies. "Long story," the other tells, "but I'm an employee of the brother of one of those guys. He told me to come down and meet someone." Having their attention, to stop, Ian withdraws his arm. It was one of the perks of moonlighting as a security guard at the Bomb Shell, meeting all kinds of cute dudes, dressed up or dressed down, "And I'm supposed to believe you?" Jeffry Coleman, not only shy, but feeling like he walked out on Jay in time of need, need of a companion, in the employment sense, rode along on the coattails of his new boyfriend, who explains, "Just call Jared over here. He'll inform you." "You're a friend of Jared, are you?" Ian questions, wanting to keep the two cubs in his presence long as possible, having a thing for hairy guys in tank tops! "No, officer, he's my employer. His brother is Jeffry's friend." Though, when Jeffry first lay eyes on this dude, dancing his ass off on top of a cube, at HOODWINK'd, on `bear night', finding out about the association with the Evans bro's, Jeffry was kind of hasty to make a fast connection, telling of how good pals he was with Jay. Having enough of the eye candy, `not!', Ian had to finish up his `shopping trip', with the pile up of people behind, mostly wanting to make personal contact with members of The Foot Doctors, hastens things up, "Doesn't sound like some wild story. Go ahead," he lets them pass. Smiling, the other dude, not Jeffry, turns his head back, smiles, "Thanks, officer!" It wasn't his title, but Ian smiled, because he knew the cub was flirting. Even though he was a skinny type of guy, mostly smooth, he dug pudgy, hairy guys. `Oh well!' Ian sighs, going about his business of turning real fakers away! If Jay could jump out of his chair, he would, upon seeing, "Jeffry! Where have you been?" He wasn't expecting the cheerful welcome, Jeffry blushing a little, "Dancing?" Jared had gotten out of the lawn chair, one of two Oz had brought along, and greeted, same time handing out introductions, "Jay, this is your new trainer, Dirk Kent." He wasn't on `warrior ground', yet, Dirk feeling casual enough to respond, after knowing some of Jay's history, "Man, you look cuter than your picture!" Jay's head moves up, to his left, staring at his brother, "You told him I was gay?" Being casual about it, Jared knowing he wasn't in any real trouble, says, "The secret was bound to come out sooner or later..." Having heard the cliche rip off his brother's lips more than a million times, both brothers recite together, "...Better sooner than later," Jared petering out. Jay skips to, "So, are you two dating?" "Are we?" Dirk, who seemed like the alpha mate to Jeffry, acts bashful around Jay. "I'm not sure you would call it dating," Jeffry responds, "coming down to the club and watching me dance, half naked?" "A beautiful sight!" Dirk reflects. "I bet," then wishful thinking on Jay's part, "I wonder if 2 can fit on 1 cube?" "I wish!" Dirk laughs, making Jeffry roll his eyes. In reality, the two hung out together, cuddled, but weren't that seriously into developing a relationship. What Jeffry and Dirk did find they had in common, not putting bears on the back burner, loved smooth guys. They hadn't brought chairs, but lo and behold, Joseph had shown and because he was supposed to meet the Walsh twins, had two extra chairs under one arm, saying, in a gruff tone, "I can't believe Barry and Kevin suddenly remembered there was a beach volleyball game!" "Really?" Jay's eyes lit up. Reading his thoughts, like a cue card, Dirk says, "I love beach volleyball, how about you?" Joseph was a little perturbed, watching without complaint, except in his on mind, `Where the hell is he going with that?', when Dirk swipes one of his chairs and parks his carcass next to Jay. As if they were a comedy tag team, Jay lets on, "Yeah, a very `full'-`filling' game!" "I'll say!" Dirk hi-5's Jay! "Hey!" Adam shows up, after having appeared earlier, disappearing because he forgot something. Carrying a cooler, he said, "I brought some liquid refreshment, in case anyone gets thirsty." Spotting the semi-muscular-lanky dude, Jeffry jumps in to help, "Here, let me help you with that." "Thanks," the shirtless, tattooed dude says, switching to one side of the cooler, his eyes trained on Jeffry's brown-bearded chops. "I lo-o-o-ve," Jeffry sets it down, spins fingers around in circles, "you're tattoos!" Looking down upon himself, Adam says, "Thanks. I think I like this one the best," he flexes his left bicep. "It looks like... Moses?" "Yeah and when I get enough loot saved up, I'm going to have the 10 commandments tatted on my back," Adam explains. "Are you religious?" Jeffry asks. "Not overly. I mean, I believe in God and like doing good stuff, but I don't go to church. Oh wait, I take that back. I've gone more since Pastor Mark..." Adam didn't want to say how close a friend of the pastor of the church he has become, telling others he thought his sermons were good, that he got a lot out of them! "Hmm, looks like I'm missing out on a lot. I should start going!" Sitting in the wings, Jared and Oz had their own little conversation going, the subjects: Jay, Dirk, Jeffry and Adam, like theater critics on opening night. Both had concluded, the pairing off, Dirk and Jay, Jeffry and Adam. More acute to Jared, was his brother, naturally, though the subject of tattoos brought Adam back into `scene 2', Jared saying, "I'm not sure, medically, if it would be okay if Jay got a few tattoos. What is your opinion, Oz?" "Could be tricky, depending on his immune system. I would say avoid `the 10 commandments' and start with something small!" Oz made a funny, making Jared laugh along with him. Also, after Jared laughing, slapping a hand on his thigh, Oz says, "I should make jokes more often!" "Oh," Jared says, looking down at his hand, moving it over Oz's hairy thigh, "you mean this?" "Careful those fingertips don't brush up against something, accidentally?" "Why," Jared jokes along, "you don't want The Foot Doctors thinking they gave you a rise?" Smiling at Jared, Oz says, "No. I'd much rather you be the cause of it!" Out of reaction, everyone covered their ears and looked towards the stage, after a blaring shrill came out of the humongous speakers. "Holy cow, what the hell was that!" Joseph remarks, his attention drawn from a cute, bearded blond. Right afterwards, one of the band members yells in the mic, "Sorry `bout that. I promise, it gets better from here on in!" "We sure do hope so," Jay giggles. It sure did get better, according to Jay, when, after the first song, members of the 6-piece band began losing shirts, "I'll take the two guitar players and drummer!" Dirk leans in, "Don't get greedy now." Joseph, who most of the time knew all, says, "Trust me, Jay, the drummer is not your type!" Running across the row where they sat, half bent over, Joseph says, "Did the rookie show up?" Ian replies, "Just as you predicted. Thanks, Joseph." "You can thank me later," Joseph winked at the security guard, having arranged things, so Ian could be a spectator. Halfway into the second song, Ian started to feel muggy in his uniform, and the shirt came off. Squatting down, because all the chairs were occupied, Eduardo, who had spotted someone familiar, gave up his seat, "Here, sit, Ian." Joseph loved music, especially indie rock, but unlike the others, his eyes were tailing Eduardo, all the way across the outdoor theater to the side aisle, then walking towards the back. Not far from an ice cream concession on wheels, he spots Eduardo's target, smiling. He had a bone to pick with Bartosz ever since Jay and Jake were teens. Rather than allowing this moment to slide past, he excuses himself, "Be back in a few." A grassy patch separated those sitting on the beach towels and blanket and the `handicapped zone,' upon noticing the vacant chair, stood, a dude, walks over helps himself, "Mind if I join you?" Ian was ready to clobber him, when Jay sticks a hand in the air, exclaiming, "Sean, what's up?" Tapping Jay's hand with the flat of his palm, Sean Hardy parked his ass, saying, "I hope this seat's not taken." "You'll have to answer to Joey!" Though, Sean kind of new Joseph and because he did have a lot of moxie, wasn't a bit scared off! In between sets, which went on for a half hour, Jay did some catching up, "Where's Tim? He's not with you?" While the break occurred, Jared and Oz went for a beer. Adam said he wanted to catch up with a guy he saw and never came back. To that, Jeffry says, "I guess you know how that makes me feel?" Petting Jeffry's head, his hand slipping down to Jeffry's bear-like shoulders, Dirk rubs his friend's back, then the opposite shoulder, "You look like you need a bear hug!" Edward Barrett, who still hadn't landed a summer position, wanders in, "I told the security guard I was with you. I hope I'm you. Am I?" he laughs. Jeffry, annoyed at Adam, disses him, "Sure. Got a chair right here with your name on it!" Before he sits, Edward asks, "Where?" "Where's what?" "My name on the chair!" "Uh, does your last name happen to be Leisureline?" Edward was way different in personality than Adam, though he thought Adam a decent person, just that, even on a friendly basis, they didn't hit it off. Not only that, Jeffry thought the reason might be age-related. He had asked, finding out Edward was 24-years old, making him a year younger. Just to make sure, Jeffry asks, "I hope you're into the bear-types?" Another wise remark, Edward says, "Bear?" hugging Jeffry's arm, "Why, you're a mere cub!" Jeffry loved the attention, from what seemed like an over-anxious guy, ready to dig in and get involved, but was curious, "Um, you're not like, in a relationship or anything?" "If I was, do you think I would have my hands all over you?" So giggly, Jeffry wondered if Edward were high on something! Meanwhile, Joseph and Eduardo had cornered Bartosz up at the ice cream wagon. Quite by accident, Joseph had nudged Bartosz's elbow, causing the dollop of stacked up ice cream on his cone to upchuck onto the ground, smiling, to send a message, "Oh, I'm so, so sorry." Like a death stare, apparently Bartosz had it come to mind, Joseph as one of the men who came to that kid's rescue, trying to put a name to the face, of the lanky high school kid, but remained anonymous, "Yes, well, I should make you pay for it." In or out of the dungeon, that's how Bartosz could be. He could just as well have his cock stuck up a guy's ass, as look at him. "Pay?" Joseph pay special attention to Bartosz's fat gut, "Looks like you need to go on a diet!" Steaming, Bartosz looked at Joseph, only to have Eduardo grab his shoulder and arm wrestle him back to where Bartosz stood, saying, "What did you say to get Joseph upset?" Now, here was a true case of the dominant male, Joseph smiling, because he didn't know Eduardo could throw his weight around, different than the weight Bartosz had around the middle to do his bidding for him! "Say? I didn't say anything. It was him who knocked into me, causing the top half of my ice cream to fall off." Eduardo asks, "Is that what happened, Joseph?" Like a school kid, tough at telling the correct version of a story, Joseph fibs, "It was an accident." Whether Eduardo knew the story or not, about Jay and Jake, which he did, he wasn't about to make Bartosz out the hero, "I suggest you apologize to Joseph." "Fuck that. I ain't apologizin' to no one!" Unknown to any of them, except Eduardo, a week ago, at The Spin Club, a night which they called `Anonymous Night', whereas patrons would put on leather masks, concealing their identity and then be handed over to those who enjoy being in the dominant position, Bartosz had always wanted to see how it felt to be ruled, rather than ruling the roost. Placing a mask over his head didn't conceal the rest of his bod, which exposed the one marking right now, a sunburst tattoo around his bellyhole. Sure, other dudes have the same tatt, same place, but Eduardo knew this particular navel as the same one behind the mask. Joseph wondered what Eduardo was up to, leaning in and saying a mouthful of words to Bartosz. In his one-sided conversation, Eduardo wondered what Bartosz would think if the immediate community liked to know how he enjoyed having his ass stretched with a variety of butt plugs, balls all tied up like Christmas packages, lace around the flange of his stiff shaft, hooked to an overhead winch, stretched, not to mention having his ass paddled until he blubbered like a baby... "I'm sorry I accused you," Bartosz says to Joseph. Meant to humiliate, Joseph tells him, "My, now that doesn't sound at all very convincing. Are you sure you mean it?" Like barking an order out to some guy playing in the dungeon, Eduardo demands, "Say it like you mean it, Bartosz." Again, it didn't sound much different, but it didn't matter. Joseph had gotten his jab in, making Bartosz mentally suffer, "That's a little better. What would be really nice, is if he came down to the front and apologized to Jay." "Jay?" Bartosz gets a flashback, realizing the dude who hung around while he played with his friend, "no way!" "Think again, Bartosz. You march right down there... and be nice... convincing, because if you're not, I'm going to get up on stage and announce to the whole world what happened at the Spin Club," Eduardo spells it out. Seeing he was a beaten man, this one little thing, all to generate semen, so his balls would explode, one night of carefree fun, might be the straw which breaks the camel's back, causing Bartosz to spend Gay Pride in another town, or on another planet! Walking down the aisle, behind Bartosz, Joseph asks, "So what happened?" Thinking he would get a clearcut answer, Eduardo surprises him, "What are you going to do for me, if I tell?" Jovial about the whole thing, Joseph says, "How about I put a mask on and we play around?" "Are you for real?" Eduardo smirks. One look at Joseph's face, he knows. "I didn't think so. Come back to me when you have something to work with." Already the gears were turning in Joseph's head, thinking of the Walsh twins. Not Barry Walsh, but he knew Kevin would be up for a hot time in the basement dungeon. Thinking on it, he remembers only yesterday, Kevin finding it interesting to be double-dicked. Now there's something to work with! "Oh god! Get that monster away from here!" Protective, Jared jumps up out of his chair and is butting his chest up against the dungeonmaster, "What do you want here, asshole?" Ian, furloughed from security for the night, reacts, joining Jared in blocking Jay, "What's this about?" Casually, Eduardo comes by, saying, "Relax guys. Bartosz just came over to apologize to Jay," carrying the apology farther, "and wish Jay a speedy recovery from the injuries sustained in his accident." Joseph could detect it, wondering if any of the other guys did, Bartosz stealing glances to Edward, but waited it out, giving a push, which he hoped led to shoving, "Go ahead Bartosz, apologize for your behavior." Eduardo, who hadn't seen The Foot Doctors in person, until this evening, says, "The band are my friends. All I have to do is go up on stage and they'll turn the mic over to me!" Bartosz did, then left, shamed, ego broken. Not only did he leave the Bomb Shell, but didn't expect he would be running into the Evans kid, nor that his one night escapade at The Spin Club wouldn't come back to haunt him again, left on the next ferry. Dirk, with the devil in him, nudges Jay's elbow. "What?" he turns to Dirk. Nodding towards the stage, Jay is still a dummy, "What?" Literally, taking Jay's head in both hands, he guides the line of vision towards one of the giant screens, "That's what!" "Oh-h-h, cool, it's us!" Excited, wanting to be frivolous, Dirk asks, but doesn't wait for an answer, "Quick! Let's kiss!" Every once in a while the camera would pan, showing fans virtually anywhere inside the perimeter of the Bomb Shell, which, pans off of the front row, "Oh, did it get us?" Jay rushed into the kiss. Dirk smiles, feeling the back of Jay's fingertips rub up against some of his pec fur, showing through the side of his muscle tank, "You like to pet wild animals, do you?" "Well, don't get too wild, because you know, down at the base of the tree trunk it's petrified?" When he met Dirk, just tonight, Jared had filled Jay in, he was to be his new trainer, which Dirk chose his words carefully, "That's okay. I'm a good therapist. In no time I'll all the plumbing working!" "But seriously," Jay's tone turned serious, "I'm not going to be able to give you what you want." "Who says? Besides, how do you know what I want?" "Um, cock, dah?!" It made Dirk smile, saying as he touched Jeffry's shoulder, "That's why I've got this man here, if you're okay with it?" It's not that Jay had't thought about it, `surrogate sex', someone else in their lives who steps in in a pinch when the urge presented itself, "I dunno. Probably it's okay." With the music cutting out, they hear, "And that's all for tonight. Pick up our CD from the table down front, but don't crowd the hot guys in the front!" "Hmm," Joseph says, "I should go up there and show him just how hot one of the guys in front is!" "Save one for me, Joey?" Jay asks politely. Dirk comes back with, "So, what am I, history?" Jay happened to be thinking of himself, jokingly, but turning it around so as not to sound piggish, "No. I was just about to ask you which band member turns you on?" "Oh, that's tough. I'd have to try them all out first!" Dirk replies. Helping him narrow it down, Jay himself had gotten it down to one dude, "They're all cool, but if I had to narrow it to one, it would be the drummer." It was very strange, as if God or someone else were reading Jay's thoughts, a kind lady from the audience, perhaps connected with the chamber of commerce, handing out bouquets of flowers, one per member. Taking another round of applause, playing guitars, like they were tuning them, the fabulous four accept the posies. Jay, who happened to be scoping out the drummer, asks, "Like oh my god, is he checking me out?" "Who?" Pluralizing it, Jay says, "Our drummer!" Sure enough, the drummer, who had shed his shirt, walks over to nearly the edge of the stage, tosses his bouquet. A good toss, it lands right on Jay's lap. Jay said `thank you', but it was noisy and was sure the drummer didn't hear him, but cordially waved, so figured he was a good lip reader. Ready to get `jealous', Dirk exclaims, "Did you see that?" Back to that again, "Did I see what?" "What he did with his hand," Dirk mimics, moving his hand back and forth, like the pope blessing everyone, "we couldn't hear him, but he was saying for us to share them!" "No, I must've missed it while I was admiring his hot bod!" Dirk could not dismiss that, almost breathing in the chest fur, bellyhole swath and embedded treasure trail, just wondering what the treasure chest held. So much for smooth guys! All which was hoped, was not lost. After doing one more number, the drummer dropped his butt down on the edge of the stage and leapt off, which was a good move, because all the fans were already picking up autographed copies of the CD's. The drummer got the first word in, saying, "Hi. I'm Scott." Jay thought Scott was so adorable, his mouth watered, "I'm Jay and this is my friend, Dirk." "I'm happy to meet both of you." However, making their acquaintance was short-lived, for the moment, Scott being called over for his `John Hancock'! "Nice guy, huh Dirk?" "Nice? That's putting it very bland!" What they hadn't realized, caught up in the rapture of Scott, everyone else had deserted them for the CD table. "Oh my god, look." "What?" Dirk asks. "Joey, talking to the guitar player?" "You think he's trying to make a connection?" Dirk asks. "They're a gay band. What do you think?" "Oh. I see what you mean, but I wonder why Scott came over and introduced himself to us. Is it just because..." Dirk stopped his thought. Jay knew, it happened to him lots of times, "Because I'm in a wheelchair?" "I didn't want to sound insensitive," Dirk sulks. "I don't look at it that way. Sure, I'm sorry that I fell off the surfboard and broke my back, but it's not like life is over." "Jay, that's so awesome that you have that attitude!" "So awesome you could kiss me?" Smiling, Dirk leans over the rail of Jay's chair and gives him a peck on the lips, "How's that for gratefulness?" "Sorry. My balls aren't churning!" It made Dirk laugh his ass off, which after doing so, Scott appears, saying, "Need anymore jokes? I've got dozens of them!" Jay looks at Scott in dismay. "What's wrong?" "You put your shirt on!" Jay replies. "Well, I have to look presentable when I take you guys out for coffee. No shirt, no service, you know?" "You want to go out with us?" Jay says, "Us commoners?" "Hey, we're not Foster The People. We're some small town, local band. Besides, if we ever make it big, I'm not letting it go to my head." Dirk, totally in love with Scott, says, "And such a beautiful head it is!" Slapping Dirk lightly on the side of the face, Jay says, "Wake up Snow White and smell the coffee!" Letting Jay know they were on the same dirt road, "Oh, you think so too?" "No, dah," is Jay's reply! When one of the dudes from The Foot Doctors calls over, for Scott to go out with them, he says, "You guys go ahead. My fans want to take me out for some coffee." Right after, Scott realizes it, "Like, oh my god, I just fibbed. I asked you!" Dirk, the forgiving type, says, "That's okay. We'll cover for you." Jay adding, "On account of your beautiful face!" "Shut up, before I slap you!" Dirk replies. Scott was blushing, saying, "Okay. Well I'll be just a second, packing my gear away, if you can wait?" Dirk and Jay, at the same moment, say, "Oh, we'll wait," look at each other and laugh! Having stood all this time, talking up Scott on the 5 foot stage, Dirk stoops to tell Jay, "Like, oh my god, what do we see in him?!" With his major obsession looming over his head, Jay says, "Yeah, I can't understand it myself. Normally I go for dudes who have more than a squiggly, little happy trail!" "Is that so?" Dirk addresses Jay, almost in his face, with one eyebrow cocked! "Hey guys, what's up? Um, look," Adam scratches at the tattoo on his shoulder, "me and Jeffry were talking..." "Me and Jeffry? No, it's Jeffry and me?" Dirk clarifies things. "Or I?" Clapping hands together, almost like applauding himself, Jay laughs it off, "Cheating on me already, Dirk?" "No less with my boyfriend?" Adam stands there adorably, showing off a work to be continued, adorning his nearly hairless chest! A big problem with that, Jay says, "Hey, I thought you were `my' boyfriend?" Dirk cushions the let down, "Oh really, Jay? Has everything I've been saying, fallen on deaf ears?" "No," Jay pouts, "not really," then cheerfully, "I've been taking in everything you've said!" Though, Jay didn't deny the fact, two dudes ogling over him was kind of cool! Since he was still stooped, Dirk was right in the line of fire, Jay's arm slouched over the side of the chair, playfully strumming the fur sticking out of the side of Dirk's tanktop, not much different than Scott Peal's pals playing a soft lovesong on the guitar! "Is that so?" Dirk returns, sweetly said, eyes gazing towards the soft strumming. "Uh, ice, guys?" Adam interrupts their amorous interlude. Dirk sure did think he needed something chilled, but questions, "Ice, Adam? Yeah, I think we could do with some cooling off!" "Funny," Adam says, peering down the cub's shirt, letting out a laugh, but sobering up his humor real quick, "We should go, before everyone else gets the same idea?" Suddenly, from the left side of the stage, walking right along the outside perimeter, a figure is coming towards them, shades covering his eyes, baseball cap turned backwards, Jay asking, "Uh, do we know that guy?" After Scott had conversed with his band, he disappeared backstage. Reentering the scene, among the crowd, he had cleverly disguised himself to not look any different, shades, cap, shirtless and boardshorts, saying, "C'mon guys, you don't recognize me?" Before departing, they got the laugh of their lives, Jeffry standing up, Joseph's lawn chair stuck to his butt, like he was wearing it. Though the diet issue came up, Jeffry excuses himself, "It's the humidity. Stuck right to me!" The question arose, Dirk scanning the horizon of the crowd, "Do we know where Joseph is?" Jay says, "Just take his chairs. I'll make sure he gets them back." Dirk has a tissy-fit, "I have to carry `his' chair too?" "Get some muscle," Adam laughs, taking the chair Joseph lent him, plus the one in question. "Carry mine too?" Jeffry's chair hung on four fingertips. "You can use the exercise," Adam tells him. "Grr-r-ruff!" Jeffry returns, snarling at Adam's remark, ending with a smile! They had to admit, wheeling Jay through the crowd was a good thing, paving the way for the avenues to open up for them, gliding right along through the human fortress. Funny thing, walking right past HOODWINK'd, where they were tempted to go in and skip over the Italian ices, there was Joseph, casually standing there, talking to a blond dude. Later, Joseph would complain, them dumping the chairs on him, right when he was ready to cinch the deal, losing the trick! "Joseph was kind of angry at us," Jeffry remarks. "Did you see how red his face got?" Adam agrees. Dirk says of it all, "I think the blond had his eyes on me!" "What was that, Dirk?" Jay had a hand on the wheel, causing his chair to come to a sudden standstill. Adam had a grip on things, "Ooh, will you look at that... they haven't known each other," Adam guesses, "a day or two and already Jay owns him!" Dirk didn't mind a bit, brushing the very idea aside, "Wait until we get to Warrior One tomorrow. We'll see who owns who!" "No way," Jay protests, "tomorrow's Saturday!" Dirk laughs, "In case you don't know, your brother has hastened up the progress report. For the `specials', you work 6 days. Which means," he lets go of the chair for a second, turns clasps hands inside out, "I own you!" "Oh brother," Jay replies solemnly, "I hope the others don't show and they cancel." Wishful thinking, Dirk throws in a downer, "What do the others have to do with you?" he sent a message. "Well, my brother is not going to waste lighting and air conditioning on one person!" "Who said we're going to be inside. Saturdays we train on the beach." "What?" Jay was confused. "Sure," Dirk sets things straight, "you don't think I'm going to spend my Saturday indoors, when I can be sitting on the beach, watching some hot dudes in bikinis defending their team at volleyball?" Again, Jay throws on the breaks. "What?" Dirk asks. Wise to all this, Jay says, "There's no sessions at Warrior One on Saturdays, are there?" "Well, I would be lying if I didn't tell you I was acting on behalf of Warrior One and the owner, continuing your training on Saturdays?" "Jared put you up to this?" "Um, not exactly. You see, when I asked him if it was all right if you came to the beach with me on Saturday, and don't fault on him on this, Jared was glad to have a free day off." "Mind if we come along?" Adam asks. Jeffry says, "I could use some training too, my eyes trained on volley balls!" "You get to watch me, Jeffry!" Adam tells Jeffry. It prompts Jay to say, "Getting a little too possessive there, Adam?" Scott had hung back, fans, but sped to catch up, "I'm back, guys." They could afford time to chat. The one downside to being in the front of the Bomb Shell, it was a long way out and even though they sped ahead of some, it didn't work with everyone. Talk of things not working, neither did Scott's disguise and he got stopped to sign CD's purchased. One guy made him smile, pulling his tee shirt up and asking Scott to sign his 6-pack, which is the story he just told his new band of friends. "Great," Dirk gets sarcastic, "later on will you sign the barrel of my cock?" Adam gets a word in, "Is there enough room, Dirk?" Dirk replies, "Don't go against me, Adam, unless you got something to do battle with!" "Get scared, Dirk. I've got the whole Declaration of Independence tattooed on my barrel!" Jeffry tugs at Adam's waistband, "Ooh, let's see!" "Jeffry, you perve!" Adam closes up the peep show! Well, that was the horny topic, which was buried in obscurity, arriving at the Italian ice place. "Happy-happy-joy-joy!" Jeffry says, when a family of 8 gets out of line. Laughing, maliciously, Adam says, "I love screaming kids!" Breaking up the subject, Adam exclaims, "Oh, there's Micc." "Micc?" Jay wondered, then glancing up at the neon sign, `Miccolas Italian Ice', he gets the connection. Like a celebrity, Jay says, "You know him, Adam?" There was a place for some things said, which this wasn't the place, so Adam just leaves the story vague, instead of telling how Michael, who went by the name, Micc, paid for his tattoo, with a hefty discount! "Cool! Can you get us a discount?" "Do you really need a discount, Jay?" They all stood there, four guys, waiting for Jay's reply, all but Scott knowing the Evans brother owned 2 marine stores, a surf clothing store and a facility for warrior training, surfing instruction and therapeutic renderings. Only Scott confesses, "I sure could use a discount. Living the life of a musician, unless you're up there, is like a day to day uncertainty." Jay, who could be the most compassionate guy, sometimes without really thinking things out, says, "You can come stay with me and my dog, if you don't have a place to crash?" "You've got a dog?" Dirk asks. Jay questions the remark, "You don't like dogs?" Scott jumps in with, "I love dogs. What kind is he?" "What a minute," like Dirk was ready to do battle, "I never said I didn't like dogs." Regardless, Jay rattles off, "His name is Thor. He's a German shepherd and in case you're thinking it, he's a trained dog. Joey saw to it, taking him to obedience school, after the house burned down." The other guys stood there, with so many questions, Adam finally opening up, "Your house burned down?" Eventually the line whittled its way down to where they were able to get inside and a table. Micc felt kind of embarrassed that his shop wasn't handicap accessible, which had Adam and Dirk using their arms as a carryall, taking Jay out of his chair and depositing him in a metal and canvas chair. First thing which happens, Jay keels over, making Scott put his hand up to Jay's chest, "I gotcha!" None of them had a belt on, except Jeffry, who pulled it through the loops, to feed through Jay's pits. Jay says of it, "I hope you're pants aren't going to fall down, Jeffry!" In light of the conversation earlier, Jeffry replies, "Nah. My bulge will keep them up!" Of Adam's dirty deed, Jay says, "I can't believe you did that, Adam!" "What?" "Looked under the table?" "I just wanted to give Jeffry the heads up, in case he gets up... leaving his pants in the chair?" Adam replies. Dirk gets right to the point, "Not me. I'd want to see if that bulge is there, like he says it is!" "I think we should order," Scott says, "all of this talk is making me horny!" Rounding out the table, Dirk and Scott sat at Jay's left and right. Next to Scott sat Adam, then Jeffry and rounding it out, Dirk. In no time, their ices had been delivered, Italian cookies, courtesy of the owner. Right in the middle, Jay started to lose his fascination of eating Italian ice, a cookie falling off his fingertips, right in the middle of Adam's explanation of the tattoo of Moses. "I think someone is bored," Scott said of Jay nodding off. Taking some of the blame off Jay's shoulders, Jeffry says, "He's not the only one!" Making a joke, Jeffry got himself into trouble, Adam blaming, "Oh, so you think my tattoo of Moses is boring?" "Oh no... here we go!" Jeffry slaps the table. Adam had no idea, the tattoo and blowjob would go this far, walking out of Micc's place without paying a dime. Even though the waiter wasn't his type, Dirk left a $5 tip. With Adam having his hand in his lap, whenever the waiter was around, was enough of a turn on to be generous! They knew they all owe Dirk, handing him bills, except Jay asking, "Do you take a credit card?" "Nah," Dirk replied casually, "but I'll collect Monday morning when the banks open!" >From there, they broke into two groups, Dirk and Jay, Adam, Jeffry and Scott heading off in their own direction. Jay was happy, hearing they would be at the beach tomorrow. It was kind of strange, going home, which was Korbeau's, finding no one there, saying so, Jay telling, "Eduardo is supposed to be here to help me shower and get ready for bed." "Well, here's a little surprise for you." "What?" "I spoke with Jared at the Bomb Shell and he told me Eduardo asked for the night off, for the same reason, to see The Foot Doctors in concert. I told him I would not mind watching you," he gets funny, "even though I know you're a pain in the ass!" "I wish I could really be a pain in your ass, Dirk!" They laughed, Dirk saying, "Wouldn't that be nice!" Part two of his announcement, soon as could get some gear together, Dirk would be taking Jay to his bearcave. Downstairs, in the lobby, the other three thought they were waiting for Jay and Dirk and when finding out about their plans, it's Scott who answers with a cool, "Oh." Figuring 1+1 = 2 and that's it for the evening, Jeffry says, "Well I that's good night!" "Not really," Dirk jumps in, because he had the impression the five of them, even if Jay conked out, "unless you have other plans, I thought we could hang over at my place?" It couldn't have been Jeffry's place, his place the unofficial `dorms', which housed dancers from HOODWINK'd. Scott, if he didn't squeeze into the small living space The Foot Doctors called home, he would need to ferry back to the mainland. Adam stay with his family, mom and dad, which he called the situation `complicated.' So, the three welcomed crashing at another pad. When they were upon it, Scott sure they had arrived at an apartment complex, but it was Jeffry exclaiming, "You... live... here?" Strolling and rolling past the front, iron gated walkway, beautiful urns of flowers everywhere, Jay says of it, "Nice front lawn, Dirk!" It wasn't your typical lawn, rather a wooden deck, caging in squares of plantings. "This might be a bit challenging," Dirk says, bending Jay over backwards, so he could lift the front wheels up. "More like, fun!" Cashing in on Jay's thoughts, Jeffry gets nosy, "More like, who died and left you a cool million!" "Well, that's a long, long story," Dirk puts them off, then switches the subject, "Who's hungry for a barbecue? It's still early?" The front yard could pass for the backyard, except not as spacious. As Dirk pointed out, more time could be spent, where people could not view what you were or were not wearing! Staring at the built in swimming pool, square on two sides, rounded on three other, Adam says, "I think that water is waiting for me to show what I'm not wearing!" "Suit yourself," Dirk gives the go ahead, "or rather, unsuit?!" "I'm all for that!" Scott says. Having already whipped his sweaty shirt off, one of The Foot Doctors tees he was wearing, along the way, all he had to do is kick off his sandals and drop his pants. Of which Adam, complains, "Hey, that's no fair!" What wasn't fair, when Scott's pants came off, everyone could see his dark-haired pubes. Adam's big complaint, he had to shuck his briefs, which made him 5 seconds late, behind Scott's jump. Watching the two, Adam getting even, for Scott's lack of briefs, torpedoed right for him and after catching up, jumped out of the water, submerging Scott by cupping hands over his head! "Oh geez," Jeffry, in a slow-motion strip, sped it up, "I'm missing out on all the action!" Jay looks up at Dirk, "Aren't you going to horse around with them?" "What," Dirk wheels Jay around in a 360 circle, "and leave you to make the fixin's for the barbecue all alone?" "You got a point there," Jay says, "like, I don't know where anything is?" "Um," Dirk stops short of the back of the beach house, panes of glass, "lights, or should we leave them in the dark?" With sex on his mind, Jay says, "If it were me, I'd much rather prefer having an orgy in the dark!" "I'll jot down your request on my brain, for when we get into one!" However, same old same old, Jay goes on and on about not having any feeling and response, `down there.' Being his trainer, Dirk says, "We'll have to work on that." "Really? You can?" Jay's spirits kicked up. "Medically? Sometimes working one area, can improve another. Anything might be possible," Dirk replies, rolling Jay past a nice setting of furniture, L-shaped sofa, chair, glass tables and modern-taste overhanging lamps. Entering the kitchen, Jay recognizes something, because he `knows', "Wait. Stop a minute!" Having lived across the mile in Zack Zoen's house, before it caved in on itself, Jay is all too familiar, "The kitchen's for a handicapped person," he wheels over to the stove, accessible for him, does a wheelie all by himself, facing Dirk. Knowing he had to give explanation, Dirk says, "My mom. She had MS. My step-father had the house remodeled, hoping it would help. It did, but mom wasn't around long." With head bowed, Jay knew there was some grief here. Rolling over to Dirk, taking a hand, he says, "Jare and me, both are parents were taken away from us, way before their time was up. I can't say I know what you're going through, but I know what we went through. And then, poor Jare, he had to put up with me, about whether I was going to live or die. I think life throws us some curves and we learn by figuring out how to deal with it," Jay hesitates, "that's what Jare figures. Me? I'm not really smart enough to come up with brilliant stuff like that!" His smile made Dirk smile, saying, "Me too. If I were that smart, I would've come up with it before your brother!" "Cool!" Jay remarks. "Well better get started on this barbecue, before it's a midnight snack... oh, but first things first!" Jay wondered what, finding out quick, Dirk reaching up, pulling at the collar of his tee shirt. Soon though, the result of sweat buildup, stuck in the tunnel of his shirt, Dirk gasps, "Halp!" Using his formal education, Jay goes to his rescue, "Bend over you big bear cub!" he giggles. Into the scene, Dirk makes `gr-r' sounds and when the shirt comes off, standing up, says, "So, how do you like all this cubbiness?" An embarrassing smile, now that he's mentioned it, Jay replies, "I didn't know I was, but I'm into hairy guys." "Oh? And when do I get to see your fur coat?" "Now, if you like, but the only fur I've got," other than a non-vital area, pits'n'pubes, "is a squiggly little trail that leads to the treasure, which ain't very much of a treasure, if you..." "Nonsense," Dirk brushes Jay's negativism away. "A treasure is a treasure. Did you ever stop to think, it's not only on how `you' look at it? It's about how the other person perceives it?" Right now, Dirk was going on this, sigh unseen! "It doesn't even get hard when I have to go, speaking of which, mind if I take a leak before we eat?" "No problem, but when you come out, you should give Jared a call, heads up to where you are?" "I can multitask, you know?" "The bathroom is at the end of the hallway, door left. Can you manage?" Rolling away, Jay says, "If I can't, I'll yell to you to bring the bucket and mop!" Out loud, to himself, because no one else was around, Dirk says, "Hmm," he rubs hands up and down his furry frontal assault, "he likes this!" It did occur to Dirk, pulling out food and bowls, thinking about it, because of Jay being there, he didn't really mind the height of counters, because he wasn't 6'2, but 5'10 and to arch his back a bit wasn't any imposition. Putting his knife down for a minute, he reflected upon his mom. Like the magic of Hollywood, his mother's image changed, right into Jay, which made him think, `why not?' of the idea coming to mind. Coming down the hallway, Jay was elated, saying, "Oh man, was that a snap," he clicked a finger-snap! "Wait till you try the kitchen on for size," Dirk giggles at his own joke. Jay loved every square foot of the kitchen, almost everything geared to his rolling about, exclaiming, "I love it!" "Did you call your brother?" Now, there weren't tons of exciting things in Jay's life, so coming across a house which is handicap accessible was so great, it pushed other things to the back of his mind, "No, I almost forgot!" "I thought you could multitask?" While Jay whipped out his cell phone, Dirk whipped up a tray of hamburgers and wieners. Doing so, it made him smile from Jay's upbeat attitude, explaining everything to Jared. "Oh," Adam standing there, a towel around his waist, "the guys and me, we'd thought we would order up takeout," he looks down at the barbecue platter. "It'll take a minute to cook," Dirk is ready to crack a joke, "unless you eat it raw?" "No," Adam takes the platter, smiles, "rather have it sizzling hot!" Grabbing the oversized fork and condiments, Dirk acts like a dummy, "I wasn't sure." Before they are even to the living room, Jay is calling out, rather than saying Jared wanted to come by, "Have you enough for 2 more?" More a feast for the eyes, Jay was trying to be inconspicuous, checking Jeffry and Scott out, as they hopped out of the pool and grabbed towels. "You guys are so lucky," Jay says. Knowing the cut off was like leading to asking, Jeffry says, "Lucky? Why are we so lucky?" "You get to wash off in the pool. Me? I've gotta use the conventional bath tub." "Dirk?" Jeffry asks. "What?" "How about we give Jay some therapy? While Scott and Adam are in the pool, you and I lower him in?" Play by play, Jeffry tells them, "Then, while Scott and Adam are keeping him buoyant, you hop in and help him to swim." "Swim?" Jay says. "I can't swim." Dirk asks, "What do you think it was, crawling on the mat today... swimming without the water?" Jay's eyebrows moved together as he pictured it in his mind, dragging himself along on the mat, coming up with, "Adding water, I bet it's a lot easier?" As Adam and Scott carefully got Jay undressed. Lights on, Dirk clued them in, giving Scott the job of not allowing Jay's face to go under the water. Dirk gave Adam the chore of keeping Jay's middle afloat. Jeffry, he was to watch from above, the apron of the pool and call out if anything started to go amiss. Dirk gave them all palpitations, taking off his pants, which something soft, but massive. He calls out to Scott and Adam, already in the water, "You're supposed to be watching Jay!" Adam tells, "Stop looking at Dirk's dick, Scott!" "Me? I was about to tell you the same thing!" Jay, he was too busy trying not to sink. He could swim good, even though not much to his own credit, Dirk giving Scott the chore to hold Jay underside of his bod, his chest or stomach. Adam held Jay under the chin. He was happy at trying, Jay saying, "This is easier than sitting up in my chair." Though he could not control himself, the water kept Jay buoyant and the guys going through motions, made Jay think he was actually doing the swimming, "This is great, guys!" Then Jared had to walk in, "Oh my god, Jay!" "Stay vigilant," Dirk warned the other guys. To Jared, he fabricates, "I thought I would take Jay's therapy to the next level. He's doing quite well." Oz could not help smile, even though Jared was bent out of shape, the horrid look on his face, to see Jay, for the first time since his accident, do anything but sit in his chair, or grovel on a mat, "Are you sure it's safe?" "I'm sure they know what they are doing," Oz weaves an arm around Jared's ribcage. Jay, not a bit worried, yells, "C'mon in, Jare!" Oz says, "I don't think we're staying." "Why not?" Jay acts disappointed. "We met Jesse along the way. Him and his boyfriend, Oz and me were going to go out," Jared fills him in, though is not immune to the unclothed. "There's plenty of burgers," Dirk says. Squatting down at the side of the pool, Jared's interest is more on his brother, "How goes it?" "I'm swimming," is all Jay says. Oz, who has migrated over to the barbecue grill, has struck up a conversation with Jeffry, toweled around the waist. A minute or two later, they hear from the alleyway, distance between Dirk's beach home and a tall wooden fence, "Jared, are you there?" It was Jay who had to say, "Hey guys, you want to pay attention?" "I've got him," Dirk hugs Jay, like a baby and his parent at the public pool. All eyes were up and looking to the side of the house. Of course, considering Jared has mentioned Jesse's boyfriend, everyone was excessively curious! Dirk knew just how to handle things, hugging chest to chest, hand behind Jay's head, which prompts Jay to say, "I like being coached by you." He had to say it, gut reaction, Dirk telling Jay, "If you don't stop playing with my buttons, I'm going to have to spring into action!" "Sorry," Jay smiles, but stops playing up Dirk's nips, "I feel so embarrassed." Rather than put Jay to shame, Dirk knows how he could get `oversexed', "Well don't get too embarrassed. I might have to hire you to get me off later!" "Really?" Jay's eyes were about to pop out. >From what parts of Jay's bod he could feel, he felt, "I'm starting to feel a chill." Thinking of something else, Dirk says, "Really? Is it upper or lower chills?" "I wish I could say it were my balls, but..." Calling everyone into action, Jared was on the scene to winch Jay out of the water, Oz and Jeffry padding a lounge chair with towels. Jared, who in a half hour has lost anxiety over Jay experiencing a new thing, jokes, "Someone cover up that monster!" Anyone else, Jay might have been angry, jumping to conclusions as he looks at his own cock. Turning it back onto his brother, Jay says, "Why don't you get over here and give me some lip therapy, Jare!" They all laughed, Jeffry saying, "Oh, I hoped I would get first dibs!" Then all the guys, whether they wanted to not, started to nicely fight over Jay! Tapping Dirk's arm at the barbecue, Oz says, "Did you notice Jay, when he tried to sit up to look at his um... lower extremities?" Plain English, Dirk says, "You mean his dick?" Smiling, Oz gets formal, "Yes, his penis. Did you see how his shoulders moved?" "I did. I think we should talk to Jared. I know a good doctor on the Island," Dirk tells him. "What's up guys?" Jared asks, having noticed the serious chatter, heard Jay's name tossed about. "What we've talked about?" Oz puts it to Jared. Dirk, first hearing this, "Oh, so you've talked about this matter already?" It was itching him, to talk to Jared about another matter, but first things first. "Well, yes, I've asked Oz if there's anything we should do," Jared explains, having been the first to notice Jay moving parts of his paralysis. Conclusion, they all agree Jay should pay a visit to Dirk's doctor friend. Before Jared could get away, Dirk says, "I have another matter to talk to you about." Oz says, "Oh, I guess we'll wait till later to tell Jay." Smiling, Jared says, "Why don't you tell him, Oz?" "Really? Jay won't feel bad not hearing it from you?" Oz says. "If it's from you, it's from me." Locking eyes, Oz replies, "Okay. If that's the way you want it." Back to business with Dirk, thinking it's about Warrior One, "I hope what you're going to say is, you're not quitting on me?" "Farthest from my mind. No, what I wanted to ask, is," he chickens out on his thought and moves to plan B, "I have this big, empty beach house, and as Jay already explained to you, is handicap equipped. If he would like to stay here, he's welcomed?" However, Jared has his own deal. Probably Dirk has forgotten, asking Jesse if he could grab up some Warrior One tee shirts and pay him out of his first paycheck, a minimal fee, because he was strapped for cash. Jesse had asked Jared about `extending credit', which Jared said, skipping town with a handful of Warrior One tee shirts, he was a `marked man.' Dwelling on this, running it by Oz, Jared decides instead, "Those damn college loans!" Right away a bell goes off in his head, Dirk remembering his conversation with Jesse, "Remind me not to say anything to Jesse, if I don't want it to get back to you!" "Normally Jesse would handle it himself, but being we're in a new business venture, he wants to know what the protocol will be, for future reference." "Oh. I'm sorry. I didn't want to make it seem like..." Cutting Dirk off, "I didn't it take it as such, but what I was driving at, since I know your bank account is like a gas tank running on empty, I was wondering if you would consider selling?" It's not that Dirk didn't think on this, holding on for sentimental reasons, says, "On condition, if you ever decide to sell it, you come to me first?" "I think I can agree to that, but I have another condition," Jared smiles. "Oh?" Dirk was nervous, hoping it wasn't something too gargantuan of a request. "For the past couple of months I have unsuccessfully tried to find someone to be with Jay during his `non-sleeping' hours. If it's not too much of an inconvenience, think it over to see if you would like to take the job?" "Like, oh my god!" Dirk exclaims, over plan A, the one he chickened out for plan B. "What?" Rather than a long, drawn out explanation, Dirk gives in to the job offer, figuring nature will take its course on whether he and Jay can develop some kind of relationship, "Nothing. This is really a godsend. Those college loans have been hanging around for ages and this would really bail me out." "I'm happy to hear that, because, as you may or may not know, I was having a house built and we've run into some structural snags, based on where it's being built. Korbeau's is nice, but not really a place where Jay can relax." "Great. Can we talk later, or else the weenies are going to be burnt!" % Copyright 2014 T. Chase McPhee `MAkiNG WaRRioRs', and developing segments of this story, may not be sold, nor made part of any collection, without prior consent from the author.