Date: Mon, 10 Sep 2012 17:29:32 -0700 (PDT)
From: Tchase Mcphee <survivalgame@rocketmail.com>
Subject: SuMMeR SoLSTiCe 12

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SuMMeR SoLSTiCe 12
WriTten by T. Chase McPhee

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The kids ate up a storm of food, hot dogs, chips and...

Desi was watching almost every step or gesture Phillip made. His dad, Adam,
who Desi had figured out by now, was trying to become a boyfriend to Micah,
because so often his arm hung over Micah's shoulder, felt sorry at first
for Phillip, because his dad won't let him eat chips or a hot dog, `making'
him eat stuff which, if `his' dad made him eat, he would either choke or
starve.

"Nope," Phillip replies to Desi's question about eating salad, carrot
sticks, celery and a vegetarian burger which looked like a flat hockey
puck, "don't mind eating this at all," his new 12 year old friend holding
the burger out, "want a bite?"

"Thanks, but I'll pass," Desi replies, taking a chomp out of his hot
dog. Though, if he could have thought quick enough, touching the burger
Phillip's lips touched, Desi had delay reaction to how it could have
affected his own taste buds, relating it much to how his father and Jake
kissed. It made him lick his lips, before taking a sip of his Pepsi.

That was another thing, something to this `clean eating' stuff, he
overheard Adam trying to convince the others that what you put into your
bod, is nature's way of cleaning out all the gunk, better known as free
radicals, promoting better health and longer living. It was a lot for a kid
to digest, but Desi looking upon Phillip, the epitome of what a perfect
build to a guy his age should look like, he was almost ready to give up his
`evil' way of eating, saying, "Maybe I'll try some of that water!"

Diego was at the adult's table, but at such an angle he could see and hear
most of what went on at the kid's enclave, a gathering of smaller pool
tables and chairs. He puts the back of his hand up to his lips, turns his
head towards Jake and says, "Catch me. I think I'm gonna faint," then turns
his flat hand into a `gun', pointing towards the boys.

At first Jake didn't see, his security trait kicking in, but mellowing out,
watching Desi dump his plastic cup of cola onto the patio, allowing Phillip
to refill it with water.

"Phillip is good influence to Desi," Jake says, sharing his attention
between his boyfriend and how he views Desi, almost his son.

Perhaps Diego was seeing beyond the `good eating habits', Desi trading off
the small pile of chips on his plate for some greens, dropping hint,
"They're starting younger and younger."

"Huh? What you mean?" Jake didn't get it.

Not the only one eavesdropping, Adam had his right ear towards Micah, but
since he was paying mind to his own son, his other ear was trained on
picking up what Diego was saying, "Like father, like son," he meant his son
being vegetarian. Though, there was another facet of being, which Adam
tried conveying. Sometimes another person would pick up on it, other times
going right over their head.

Diego wasn't sure. Though... decided to go for it, "Exactly how I think of
my son and me!"

Adam and Diego exchanged smiles, which at the time sent a private message
between the two.

"Oh my god," Jake says without religious emotion, "Desi... he is eating the
skinny burger!"

If Jake had been paying attention, he would have grasped the meaning of
Adam's words. Micah hadn't either, engrossed in Seamus tossing out the
subject of `Jon Darke' residing on Alex's street.

It didn't really phase Desi as `food', the veggie burger, but because
Phillip had raved about it, says, "Mm-m, not bad", though he wanted
desperately to barf it out of his mouth!

"I love `em. At home my dad makes really good relish to have on it."

Desi suggests, "My dad has some in the fridge?" And like something
underhanded Michael would do or say, "We can go get some?"

Phillip shot him down, not because he felt suspect, "Oh no. My dad would
`never' eat anything out of a jar. We have to make it ourself!"

After he said it, Desi didn't really believe it himself. He had said
something about going over to his house, thinking along the lines of his
own home being vacant, except for himself and Phillip being there. He
wanted to dwell on the subject, to gain an understanding of just what he
was thinking would happen, or would want to happen.

However, he was interrupted, brought back to childhood, when it rang out
from Kyle's lips, "Dessert anyone?"

Along with the ice chest, one designed for use by the pool and patio, was a
small freezer, filled with ice cream pops.

Phillip and Desi waited until the other kids picked out their selections,
Phillip saying, "My dad put some yogurt pops in here..." he rifled through
strewn around pops, cups and ice cream sandwiches, "want one?"

"Sure," Desi agreed to `yogurt'.

Looking down into the freezer, Desi smiled, seeing Phillip hover over the
escaping mist. When the 12 year old came up with two yogurt pops, he didn't
immediately focus on the dessert, but Phillip's hard nips!

Whether Desi's dad had forgotten or just wasn't phased by Michael's last
gesture, he had caught it, the quick lick over his dad's chest by Michael,
before he `fell off' his father's bod, upon his dad realizing it was his
son standing there. With that incident fresh on his brain, Desi wondered
how it would feel, swiping his own tongue over the protruding marks on
Phillip's rigid chest.

Instead, because he knew already how embarrassing it could feel getting
snagged, took the chocolate one, saying, "Thanks!"

However, it wasn't that easy a getaway with something taken at such
risk. In a split second, Phillip's face turned into something `evil', the
smile at least, the 12 year old taking his own vanilla pop in his right
hand and being as secret as possible, swiping it over his left nip.

"Oops!" Desi said of being discovered.

"Ever do that?" Phillip asks.

Not sure what Phillips means, Desi asks, "Do what?"

"`Cold' makes it feel good. In fact," that evil grin lurked on Phillip's
lips, "feels good all the time!"

Snagged, it wasn't Desi getting snagged, yet victim of the snagging, Adam,
Phillip's father, standing over the two, saying in a sweet voice, "Phillip,
can I talk to you a minute?"

"Uh, sure, dad," Phillip returns, quickly withdrawing his yogurt pop from
anywhere in the vicinity of his left pec.

They had sequestered themselves on the other side of a planter which held a
tall bush, but Desi could hear and pretending to suck on the tip of his
yogurt pop, he could clearly hear something his dad would ask in a certain
kind of way, `What are you doing, Phillip?'

It was the same time his dad had caught him sitting on the toilet for too
long a time, waiting to get in to use the shower. Just this past year, at
more than 11 and a half years old, it had come to Desi, it felt cool
holding his own cock. It was also at this time Desi got the feeling dads
didn't like seeing their kids playing with themselves. So after this, he
did it in the only private place he had, his bed. Though nothing really
happened, it felt good to touch it.

As for poor Phillip, he wasn't so poor, Desi finding out from Phillip
himself, "My dad says it's not a nice thing to do, feeling myself like that
in public."

Down to where their pops more melted over their hands, the two, who sat
with their feet in the water of the built in swimming pool, looked around
to see if anyone was watching. Too lazy to get up and wash their hands off
properly, they swish them about in the water, extracting only the wooden
stick.

"My dad said the same thing."

Even though the two had not come out to each other, their words were slowly
divulging sacred secrets.

"About?" Phillip asks.

It was at this moment, in order to answer Phillip's question, Desi would
have to tell something about himself. Phillip didn't press upon it, but
taking a deep breath, he replies, "If I tell you something, will you not
blab it all over the place?"

Later on, Desi would think it some connection with being 12 years old,
Phillip, still that facsimile of an evil appearance about him, replying, "I
won't if you won't!"

It didn't phase him at the time, but later on it would, what Phillip
said. Right now, he was getting the jitters, telling the first person other
than those close to him, Cedric, Jake or his dad, "I'm gay?" he asked,
probably looking more for acceptance, than telling his secret.

"Like I said," Phillip's evil grin mellowed out, "I won't tell anybody if
you won't!"

He thought he thought what he thought Phillip meant, making sure, "You
too?"

"Yeah. Cool, isn't it?"

Like when Cedric prompted him to come out, Desi did sense it then, being
cool, like a giant stone around his neck, coming untied and falling to the
bottom of a lake, his head bobbing up to the surface, being able to breath
freely, "Yeah. `Cool!'" he enunciated the words, with fresh feeling, "We're
both gay!"

Phillip had already been over this with his father, so had the intuition to
say, "But we can't go blasting it all over the place."

Desi says, "I know."

Speaking his mind first, Phillip repeats, "My dad says it's okay to be a
kid and be gay and it's all right knowing it, but he says it's more
important to be a kid."

"What do you mean?" Desi was stumped by this one.

Plainly stated, Phillip says, "My dad doesn't want me to grow up too
soon. He wants me to be a kid. Frankly..." Phillip turns slightly,
disconnecting the touch they held, hips touching, "it's how I want it
to. Like my dad says, there's plenty of time later on to be gay."

Looking at Phillip, smiling, Desi instantly adopted the same philosophy, "I
like that."

Not the lover an adult can be, with sweet words to sweep a man off his
feet, Phillip says, "But that doesn't mean I don't think you're a cool
guy?!"

Because he thought it cool then, Desi speaks his mind, "Does it really feel
good when your nips get hard?"

They were sort of off to themselves, the reason for talking up the `gay'
subject, but Phillip takes the effort to check out the immediate grounds,
saying, "Give me your stick."

Independently holding their popsicle sticks, Desi turns his over to
Phillip, asking, "What're you gonna do?"

His tiny nips were flat, not punked up like when the freezer-frost hit his
chest. Holding both in sticks in either hand, Phillip says, "This feels
real cool," he takes a last look in several directions, before stoking each
nip with his right and left hands. He bit his bottom lip before uttering,
"Oh man does that feel cool! Oh!" He tweaks it up.

"They're hard!" Desi remarks, like magic, seeing both the tiny tips of
Phillip's pec spots harden up.

It was quick and over with though, Phillip not wanting to get snagged by
his dad consecutively. He did leave Desi with, "I don't know what it is,
but feels really awesome!"

Something Phillip didn't mention, because he didn't understand it himself,
it made his whole bod feel good. Not knowing `why', he didn't elaborate on
his self-pleasuring.

Of course, Cedric knew something was up when he went to fetch them, "Our
dads say it's okay to go swimming again." He stood there a moment, like
pausing in conversation with nothing significant to say.

Before the two broke off, Desi asks, "Hey, you mind if I can have them?" he
asks about the two popsicle sticks!

`Popsicle sticks?' Cedric doesn't get any connection, walking off, thinking
Desi is tidying up on the trash.

Both parting, they swear to each other, what has been said and done is
`secret', meant to be kept `secret'.

For the rest of the afternoon the two blended in, playing with all of the
other kids, though there was one frisbee throw, Phillip and Desi connected
on.

Going way out, towards Phillip, he yelled, "I got it!"

At the same instant, Desi was screaming the same thing.

Both could swear their hands were on the frisbee, when Desi ran into
Phillip and toppled him.

He doesn't really know why, but recovering the frisbee, before getting up
off of Phillip's bod, Desi reached out and gave Phillip's left nip a
`tweak', a slight squeeze between his thumb and index finger.

Sitting up, Phillip acted like he was stung by a bee, the after effect of
an `ou-u-u!', his frown, he sits there like an inverted crab, saying as he
gets to his feet, "You're dead!"

Laughing his ass off, Desi took off with the frisbee, hightailing it across
the beach.

Of course, Phillip couldn't get any revenge, not around the others, but he
was thinking on it. Not on this trip, because he knew his father and him
were taking a trip out to Colorado, but when they were leaving Alex's house
that night, Phillip swore, "Next time my dad comes back to New York," he
meant his fitness club in the city, "it's your turn to suffer!"

Desi didn't think much of it, Phillip's usually evil smile more lacking
malicious intent. He could have even gotten a `tweak' in, initiating a hug
instead of a handshake. After all, all the adults were hugging each other,
why should they be left out in the cold?

That night in bed, getting into bed, Desi thought of something. "Dammit!"
he said out loud.

Coming in the back door of their dwelling, he and his dad stripped off
their swim suits right there, his father claiming he didn't want half the
beach `upstairs'!

He pay no mind to his dad's cock and balls hanging out, but rather try
imagining the comparison to what was between Phillip's legs. Fact
remaining, it is all Desi could think about.

Diego, questioning Desi casually about stuff like, `having a good day',
`making new friends' and `fun on the beach with the frisbee', he dismissed
his son's lack of enthusiasm to being tired out.

As he had one knee in bed, Desi backs out.

Like father, like son, he wore only boxer briefs, down the stairs. His dad
was conked out on the back porch sofa. No problem though, slipping by,
grabbing his boardshorts, sifting through the pocket and retrieving the two
popsicle sticks. Sure he was tired, but Desi could not explain, not that he
was looking for an explanation for his insomnia, the reason for excitement
on his mind, about two little sticks.

Crawling into bed, the covers about an inch below his navel, he held the
two sticks in each hand. The moon lit his room up some, cascading light
from the window in the roof. How convenient his bed was square underneath,
illuminating his bare chest and stomach, plus his two hands, holding the
popsicle sticks.

A bit nervous, because he's only seen this, not done it, he moved the edge
of the sticks closer to each of his tiny pec spots. "Here goes!" he said
and just like Phillip had done, but biting his tongue and not lower lip, he
flicks the edges of the sticks over his nips.

He knew he had a look on his face, like, `What's that about?', feeling
absolutely no reaction. He did it again and again, finally, in frustration,
tossing the two sticks in the can next to his bed, pulling up the sheet,
turning over and closing his eyes.

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If he was still awake, Desi would have heard Jake come in. Saturday
evenings, he would cruise by Rockbottom Marina and make sure all the
hatches were battened down. Coming in the back door, he spotted the light
on in the kitchen, shining out from underneath a cabinet. It was enough to
see his way to turn it off. In doing so he detected `snores'.

He smiled, finding Diego stretched out on the back porch sofa. `What a nice
surprise!' Jake thought, lying there with nothing on, faced down, a welcome
surprise waiting. Strange though, first reaction, after stripping down,
would have been to attack that lovely ass, a crease of moonlight
highlighting the two cheeks. At initial thought, it did cause his hand to
migrate to between his legs and as it pleasured to stimulate himself,
cupped up the big balls in one hand, while the other continued to stroke.

However this wasn't a cheap trick. From the past 24+ hours, Jake has been
through quite the love experience of his life. Thinking about it, as
already communicated between both, this was supposed to be the single
important night of their life. Sure, he could straddle Diego's legs, lie
right down on him, his chest to Diego's back and sink right in. It would be
entirely very easy, right now especially, his balls causing his cock to
swell up, stuck with his hand on a loaded pistol.

Then... he thought of something which would be very humorous. He went
searching, quietly through the kitchen cabinets. Not finding exactly what
he looked for, he did come close. Trekking to the back porch, he lightly
gave Diego a slap on the right shoulder, saying, "Hey... wake up... wake up
Diego!"

Stirring, Diego came back to life, propping himself up on his right arm,
staring directly at what was in hand, asking, "What's that you've got there
Jake?"

"Olive oil. I could not find Crisco!"

Snidely, Diego starts turning over, saying, "How sweet. You didn't forget I
was supposed to tear your ass apart tonight!"

"Yikes!" Jake yells out. Then, thinking about who may be sleeping, lowers
his reaction to almost a whisper, "Yikes."

"I see you've been `touching' yourself?"

He couldn't lie, Jake holding his 7c in his hand, down about a half inch
from full extension, "Uh, yes." Not being able to give reason, he makes up,
"I get ready for us."

Turning fully over on his back, an advantageous position for the person
ready to get a complete oral workout, Diego questions, "Oh really? Remember
who's doing the claiming?"

Reaching up, Diego grabs Jake's wrist and catching him off guard, flings
him down on top of him.

"Oh-h-h-h-h-sh-h-h-hit!" Diego calls out.

The bottom of the olive oil bottle pounced on Diego, right at the base of
his cock!

As Jake knelt, Diego sat up quick, then lay down, his hands holding his
nuts and moaning, "Oh my god did you do a number on me!"

"I didn't mean it... I swear!" Jake replies.

Still, the bottle in his left hand, he drops it to the floor.

From eyes squinting shut, Diego half rises, looks over the edge of the
lounge, "What's that?"

Jake replies, "The bottle I hit you in balls."

It wasn't that bad, not like Diego got the full force blow of a sledge
hammer and the pain subsiding, "Well, what are you going to do about it,
Jake?"

Seeing Diego in the clear, his serious demeanor softening, Jake did the
same and in a nice, threatening way, "You wait till I do something!"

"Oh really?" Diego replies, parking both hands behind his head and
relaxing.

He looked into Diego's eyes, Jake leaning forward, picking up the semi-soft
9c, doing a quick slurp up the underside.

"Oooh-h-h that feels nice."

Diego felt like laughing, Jake saying, "Now I do complete healing!"

From experience, or could have been preference, Jake lay down between
Diego's legs, pushing them apart, only to partially bring them together
again, up on his own shoulders. Same time he had already prepped himself to
move his bearded mouth in, stick out his tongue and with mixed reaction,
lap at one of the globes. Upon tonguing one until it looked all lucid with
spit, Jake asks, "I make it all better?"

Diego, not even opening his eyes, says, "Yes, doctor!"

For Jake, his day of reckoning was nearing too. He knew these two big
reservoirs full of man-creme were destined to run on empty tonight. Feeling
it more psychologically, he closed the opening to his door more than a few
times, opening and closing, like he was trying to entertain a man's cock!

Rather than put it off, after licking and sucking Diego's other sac, he
says, "Now you can do me!"

No response.

"Hello? Diego?" He picked up Diego's cock, but it was no where near in
shape to fuck an ass.

In some ways it frustrated Jake, but also he sensed the timing not right,
like it wasn't right a couple of times today. A firm believer in waiting
for the best to come, he shimmied himself out from his shoulder suppressed
by Diego's thighs and lay next to him, cuddling up in one of the extended
pit-pockets.

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Desi was getting kind of used to this, coming down to breakfast and finding
his dad sacked out. Though, after secretly viewing the two, as he poured
out his cereal in a bowl, his mind drew up comparisons.

First to hit the 11 year old was from the `ass view'. He wondered if it was
a part of destiny, two guys sleeping together, waking up chest to chest, or
as Jake and his father did, Jake half sleeping over his father. Didn't
matter though, since he was more keyed in to how Jake looked.

His father, well, how his physical features were `old news'.  Jake, on the
other hand, what a hairy, hairy man and this is what Desi thought
about. First to hit him, comparing to Michael's very pale ass, no hair
whatsoever covering it, Jake's was a fuckin' forest!

Not being able to contain himself, Desi giggled out loud, coming up with an
original thought, hair resembling a `forest' and coupling it with the
explicative. He even said it, like congratulating himself for thinking it
up, "Fuckin' forest!" He laughs out loud.

Other than the hairy ass, a small amount of hair at the lower back, a
scathing over Jake's upper back, there wasn't anything else to think
about. Then it caught Desi's attention, the back of the cereal box, and
then nothing much mattered at the moment.

From this point on, he deliberately ignored the back porch perimeter. Even
deemed it off limits to Kriton.

It became a sticky situation, Kriton having to `go' and with the naked pile
up, Desi had to weigh his options, waking up his father, let Kriton pee on
the floor or do whatever other business, or break the rules and go solo on
the dog walking. He decided, almost 12 years old, time for some individual
responsibility. Taking it upon himself, he walked out the front
door. Kriton must've had to go bad, Desi thought it, the pooch running out,
hardly sniffing around, doing his thing, then coming back. Wanting to buy
time, keep from returning to the house so quickly, Desi tried reasoning
with Kriton, "C'mon boy, don't you have to do something, like `poop'?"

Wagging his tail, obviously it was not the case for Kriton. As it panned
out yesterday, he fed Kriton first. Today things were working out
differently, the walk first, filling the gut second. Before he had the time
to walk the distance to the house, someone drove in the driveway, parked,
but stay in the car. Not recognizing the car, from where he stood,
conveniently behind a bush, Desi could spy from a distance.

It was about dawn and the sun's rays hadn't reached the front part of the
beach house. He hadn't a clue to who sat in the car, whether it was one or
two people. Looking towards the front door, if he got down on all fours, he
could easily make it to the stoop, behind the hedge. Joining Kriton, the
two made their way up the slated walk, to the doorway. Large bushes stood
on either side so he could stand comfortably, the walk putting Desi and
Kriton in front of the door. He reached up, his fingertips allowing him to
unlatch the catch. Pulling on the bottom of the screen door and entering,
which he almost forgot about dear Kriton, leash stuck between the door for
a minute.

"Sorry, boy," he said, letting Kriton in. Unleashing him, Desi's next order
of business was to fetch his father.

Like the first dilemma, catching his dad and Jake, piled up on the back
porch, he decided the long distance approach, calling. Running to a front
window, he suddenly became panicked, somebody getting out of the car. Then,
things weren't so frightening, seeing a `kid' exit the door opposite the
driver's seat. Desi lingered a little. At his feet, most likely wanting to
eat, or what Desi perceives, picks Kriton up and holds him to the
window. Wiggling around, the `watchdog' in Kriton kicks in, starts the mutt
barking.

Now, if Desi had cared to keep his dad `sleeping', he would have shushed
the dog. Instead, he promoted, "Yeah, that's it Kriton! Bark! Bark s'more!"
Desi turns around looking through the kitchen, over both counter tops,
staring as far as he could towards the back porch, "Bark all ya want, boy!"

"Looking for something?" came the voice of the person walking towards him.

"Dad! Why didn't you tell me you were up!"

"I'm up," Diego replies, furthering, "A man's gotta tinkle, you know?"

Another bark out of Kriton, "Somebody's coming!"

Looking down upon himself, Diego had gone to the jon and back without a
stitch of clothing, replying, "I better get `something' on!"

"Yeah, ya better, dad," Desi replies. He watches his father disappear into
the kitchen and for the first time, having something to compare it with,
notices how hairless his father's ass is, to Jake's. With the doorbell
ringing, he yells, "Better hurry dad! They're here!"

Because of the tall bushes surrounding both sides of the entry way, nothing
much could be seen. Desi didn't dare enter the little square foyer, not
wanting to be seen. Yet, no harm in Kriton going, allowing the dog to run
for it, barking and barking and barking.

"Want to call him off?" Diego asks, fastening the button of his pants at
the base of his treasure trail.

He had a shirt in his hand, but with the bell ringing, dog barking and his
son hailing him to open the door, he tosses it on a chair.

"Hello?"

"Mr. Keller?" came the question from the other side of the door.

Standing at his father's side, looking between arm and obliques, Desi tried
to see beyond the `man' standing at the door, trying to put a make on `the
kid'!

"Mr. Keller?" Diego questions, then recognizing the name, "oh, you mean
Greg Keller?"

"That's him," the stranger replies, adding, mellowing out to a smile, then
sobering up, "which I guess it means you're not him?"

Through the door screen, Desi had worked his way around to checking out the
kid. While the adults chatted, the kid asks, "Is that your dog?"

Of course it was, Desi thought, or why else would Kriton be standing next
to him at the door, wagging his tail. Yet, he had better manners than to
sass even a kid back, "Yup, he's mine." After saying it, Desi wondered if
it were a lie, because in all rights, Kriton really belonged with Caleb.

"What's his name?"

"Kriton."

"Does he bite?"

While the kids made conversation, Diego was hearing out the kid's dad,
telling of how every year for the past six summers, he rented the beach
house from Greg Keller.

"He passed away, you know?"

"No, I didn't," though it was on his mind, why the beach house wasn't
vacant, "and you're the new owner?"

Diego could see the dude visibly moved, looking down at his son. He pops
the next question, "Did you know Greg personally?" For the moment, he
avoided the subject, Greg's family knowing or not, if the beach house had
been rented for the summer, before being put up for sale.

He did some quick thinking, trying to follow response, "Yes, quite by
accident."

For all of five minutes, Diego was playing the question and answer game,
trying to decide what to do. Either he could flat out turn the incredibly
handsome `tanned' dude away or stand there, feel him out and as Diego's
nature dictated, see if he could help out, especially where the son was
included in what seemed a mistake or something overlooked in the
liquidation of Greg's estate?

Leave it to Desi. After sitting on all fours, Kriton at his side, peering
through the thin wire screen, he kneels upright, saying, "Hey dad, do we
have to talk through the door? Can Antoine come in?" Not sure of the dad,
Desi vouches, "He's an okay guy. Really he is."

Sifting over the picture of the kid, now known as `Antoine', his son added
to the equation, waiting patiently for answer, Diego is swayed by adult
opinion, "I'm an okay guy too?"

Decision left up to him, Diego stood there. Not that he was bigoted, but
wondered if the father and son were... He wasn't into pasting labels on
people. Truthfully, he never could figure out if people liked to be called
`African-American' or `black', but often found consolation in the Michael
Jackson song. If Michael, being black, referred to his own race as `black',
Diego figured it was the way to go. Balancing out `white', `white American'
or just white.. right now he wasn't weighing out black, nor white, more
`nice enough' versus a stranger and if there was any truth surrounding this
handsome stranger's words, if he knew Greg, then probably there was truth
in his opinion about himself, being an `okay guy'.

"Well dad?" Desi put the screws to his father.

Just as he is opening the screen door, who should appear at the door, but
Jake, in one of the robes left on the back porch for those who got a chill
after bathing in the pool or ocean, "Oh!" he innocently exclaims, "you have
a man deliver milk in the morning?" Then, spotting the kid, "And you bring
a little boy?"

It all happened so fast, the kid saying, "I'm not a little boy. My name is
Antoine and I'm twelve!"

It tickled Jake, taking on the twelve year old adamant kid, backing down,
"I am so sorry young man. Tell me, are you too old for pancakes?"

The word was passed around, Desi sparking the fuse, "Pancakes?"

"Pancakes?" Diego directs at him. "A man of many talents!"

Of course, Diego meant, inclusive, the talents Jake possessed in bed!

"I have not made them yet. I need to get dressed first."

It's `the dad', whom remained a mystery man to them who smiles and says,
"Well, don't go to any fuss on my account!"

"Dad, can Antoine and me watch Tv?"

With Desi and Antoine heading off, it left Diego and Jake staring down the
third man in the small foyer.

"Oh!" he realizes, "I didn't drop my name, did I?" Extending a hand, "It's
Reginald... um, Reggie.. Reggie Nickerson."

Diego takes on introducing himself and Jake, inviting, "Are you in the mood
for some pancakes?"

King of reeking, Jake excused himself, running off to the bedroom. Not
wanting to miss much, it was the quickest shower he ever took. However,
when running a hand down and up his ass crack, he lingered for a
moment. Sure, his hand had cleaned there before, but with a different train
of thought on his mind, it was a different experience. Thinking on it, what
might come about tonight, he inserted one finger in, exclaiming out loud,
"Oh-h-n-no-o!" Thought to first come to mind, the tunnel was narrow enough
for a finger, let alone a man's fat cock! `Fat,' he knew, because his mouth
had already tasted Diego's tool of mass destruction and now only realizes
the implications. He knows what it's like being on the receiving end, not
that he's experienced a man gently or forcefully pushing in, but from the
couple of times he's expanded a man's chute, he can only remember sometimes
horrid feeback! Again he utters, "Oh my... this is gonna
 be..."

His fears are suddenly dashed, hearing loud laughter, which syncs him back
into the here and now and not what could come later. Doing a quick
hand-scrub, he rinses for the last time, turns the water off
and... and... discovers the only towel is wet! Standing there for a second,
he realizes what has to be done, Jake grabbing up the sex-scented bathrobe
and utilizing it for a towel.

He puts the robe on, flees the jon at warpspeed and touching base with the
bedroom, rifles through the dresser drawers, looking for
something... anything which looked like it could fit.

It was of no inconvenience slipping back into the pants he wore until he
stripped it when he first arrived at Diego's house, but the shirt needed a
washing. After fighting to fit a tee shirt over his bear chest, Jake stares
at himself in the mirror and lets out a fake laugh. Reason for the humor,
he can see every ripple of his bod. If he wanted to put it on exhibit, as
if for a muscleman contest, this would be a good shirt!

Deciding to change out of it, he remarks, "Oops!"

Trying to get into the tee shirt is one story, trying to get out another,
hearing a tear. Picking up his right arm, Jake sees pit hair! Further
stripping results in more tears, until Jake gives up on trying to be
careful, instead, "I owe ya one, Deg!"

The period of time spent on the beach, hearing it from Alex, Kyle, some of
the others catching on, Jake slowly gave in to calling his boyfriend,
`Deg'. It was inevitable, he named it, when out of his mouth came the
nickname for the first time.

However, more important, with another round of laughter, he felt he was
really missing much. Tossing the ruined tee shirt on the dresser, he turned
to the closet, finding himself the only shirt `fitable', a flannel
shirt. Sure to roast, in this summer weather, Jake decides, not out the
fact he would soon be accumulating sweat, but because the shirt did not fit
together to engage the buttons. Thinking about it, he found, at the Bear
Party last Christmas, at the Cub Corner, he found it rather sexy, a cute
little cub in a flannel shirt, sleeves trimmed off, open down the hairy
center, displaying his bear paw tatts...

`That laughter' got him moving again, even though Jake was feeling some
pangs in regards to the cub in the flannel shirt!

More of an entrance, Jake says once he hits the kitchen, "I hope my shirt,
it is ok?"

If they were not in shared company, Diego would have joked, about it being
`his' shirt, but for this fact and because he thought a man's open shirt
incredibly sexy, didn't hold back, "Sexy, Jake!"

For the reason Antoine wasn't about, his dad didn't hold back, "I totally
agree," Reggie claps his hands.

Unashamed, playing right along, Jake grabs the button linings of the shirt,
holds them open, top tearing at his pecs, modeling it for them, until his
head hovers over the stove, "Hey, who say you can use my batter?"

Reggie and Diego exchange looks, "Batter, huh?" Reggie wags his tongue
between his lips!

Allowing it to go over his head, Jake is slowly getting an idea of how
Reggie can be. Perhaps this is why there was so much laughter down in the
kitchen!

However, Diego, already in the mood, disregards their private moments,
"Yeah, and Jake's got plenty of it!"

This at least gave Jake a reason to smile, flipping over the batch of
pancakes. Every time he and Diego were ready to get it on, something or
someone interrupted them. Sure, their hot lovemaking brought on some
release, but that little bit o'goo didn't compare to a full-fledged,
all-out masturbation! He knew, but the other two would get a kick out of
it, seeing just how much creme erupted from his cock, when thoroughly
brought on by some hot, hot sex!

As was their lovemaking, their cheering on of each other came to a close
with two hungry mouths entering the room.

"They done yet, Jake?" Desi stands at his right, butting his dad out of the
way, Antoine flanking Jake's left.

"When they are done, I will tell you they are done. How is that?"

It threw Desi, him expecting a precise `yes' or `no', instead taking it as
it was called, "Ok! C'mon Antoine!"

The two were off and running from whence they came.

Turning around, a turner stacked with pancakes, Jake says, "All done!
Somebody want to call the children?"

"I will!" Diego replies.

Reggie laughs his ass off, saying, "Oh you're bad, Jake!"

Rubbing in the assault of remarks, Jake says, "Oh, there is more batter
left. Think I should make more?"

He got close to Jake, as he delivered the turning utensil to the plate on
the center of the kitchen table, but Reggie kept his hands to himself,
asking, "More pancakes or more batter?"

Jake asks, "Who is the bad one?"

The kids came in before Diego, claiming they were `starving.' It wasn't
often Desi had another kid to share a meal with at their house. Most of the
time, on the occasion, it was Justin. Rarely another kid Desi's age, but
when it occurred, Desi asked to eat on the back porch.

The three men were happy with this arrangement.

Diego had intentions of finding out more about Reggie, other than keeping
the lines coming, which would keep a guy in a constant state of laughter.

Jake more or less the same, but from a more cautious view. After all,
facilitator of the security force at Rockbottom Marina, he was always on
guard when it came to people he knew little or nothing about.

Reggie on the other hand, as soon as he saw Jake in the robe, then a little
more of the moss on his chest and stomach, coupled with the dark beard, was
madly `in love' with the bear. He was a man of honor and would never
trespass on another man's man. Though, there was nothing wrong with
sightseeing!

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