Date: Fri, 12 Apr 2013 15:55:13 -0700 (PDT) From: Tchase Mcphee Subject: FiRE iSLAND BiKiNiS 02 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 any state (21yo in Alabama, Mississippi, Wyoming, Nebraska), or in most countries, you are not allowed to read this story, by law. Check with your local laws regarding such. Following, 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, remember, Nifty needs your donations to provide these wonderful stories. http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html FYI: I don't get a hefty paycheck from NiFTy at the end of the month. I write about horny dudes because it helps keep me stiff. Take your hand off your stick shift for a minute and dig into you wallet. It's costs to keep these stories coming to you. ^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 02 WriTten by T. Chase McPhee ^o^ While waiting for their pizza to arrive at the table, Jay had pretty much scoped out the room. Speaking softly, with Jared leaning into the middle of the table, he says, "I see about 6 guys who could qualify for the job!" Knowing there was much, much more to hiring a guy to care for his brother, Jared thought it would be entertaining to know, "Oh? And who would they be?" "Really?" Jay's attitude picks up, like one of them could be hired tonight, before they left. "I like a hot guy just as much as you do, Jay, but let's be realistic. More than looks makes a man?" "Oh right," Jay knew, "like would he be compatible in bed, which I wouldn't know, unless you tested him out for me?" "Tempting!" It didn't float with Jared, which the older sibling knew Jay was being facetious. Since he was itching to know who the magnificent 6 were, "I'm just curious?" Jay rattles off his checklist, "Dude in the green shirt, sitting with the four girls. Hot, but he's prolly straight, so he's off the list. Number 5, Mr. DJ over at the jukebox, playing a Justin Bieber tune... ick, I hate the Biebs..." "Pink shirt?" Jared gets an affirmative nod. "Dude number 4, the waiter that wasn't lucky to get our table?" Jared smiles, knowing for a fact... "What do you know that I don't know, Jare?" "Alberto Donato. Met him last summer after he returned from Italy. Nice guy," Jared winks! Suddenly, Jay was the inquisitive one, "Like, where did you meet him? Here?" "No. He had lost his wallet, only to find it later in his luggage, but knew he didn't have fare for a taxi, so hoofed it." Smiling, Jay knew how kind and considerate his brother could be, "So, you saw some hot guy in need of a ride and helped the poor guy out?" Like, it could be a typical pick up line out of a porn novel, Jared replies, "Good guess." "And did you `get to know him better' at our place or his?" "What? Our place? How could I, have you come home from school and walk in on us?" Jared replies, laughing. "Why not? I wouldn't have a problem with a three way. Man, how cool would it have been to have 2 guys licking me up and down, as I lay there in the sheets!" "Vivid imagination, bro. Instead we came back to the apartment he rented," Jared replies, waiting for the next question. Instead, Jay was ready to continue his list, when the waiter came back with their order. When he left, Jared asks, "No interest in an older man?" "Older man?" Jay replies. It then dawns on him, Jared talking about their waiter, "I guess if he took a Viagra he could be a candidate!" Weaving a tale, Jared says, "Maybe he just got done fucking the chef in the kitchen and was running on empty!" "Look, I have nothing against a guy in his forties, only I was hoping there would be a dude around your age?" "It doesn't matter. As long as he meets up to our expectations." In a month Jay would be 21 years old. He figures the accident, which took him nearly a year to recuperate, set the clock back, saying, "I don't think I'm really a good interviewer. Maybe you should do the prelim's and then after you fill me in on the guy, I'll take a look at him?" "If that's the way you want to do it, though I would hope the two of us could interview?" Jay says, with one last ditch effort, "Are you sure you want to live with Paul?" "Positive. However, I don't think it's about Paul and I anymore?" Jared waits for a reply. A smirk on his face, Jay had even thought about this himself, `independence', "I guess it would be a dream situation, like the guy who takes over for you, falls madly in love with me?" "Are you kidding? Look what happened to Snow White and the seven doofuses she got stuck with!" "I thought Grumpy looked good in leather!" Jay laughs. "Another mess I bailed you out of... that Corky!" Jared sits back and sips his beer. "How was I supposed to know Corky was into that shit?" Jay replies. It made Jared smile. Jay responds, "You weren't smiling when you picked me up!" "I know, but looking back, it's kind of... funny?" "I didn't think it was funny?!" Jared just smiled, seeing Jay get dramatic, like it was the night it happened, him and Corky on a blind date, only to find out they were subjects of a party in which beer was drunk out of their navels and other looney stuff done to them, only to have their hosts use their bods to unload their bladders, instead of the jon! "Yeah," Jared agreed, "you did smell kind of funky!" "Like, if we weren't already freezing our buns off, you were going to make us ride in the back of your truck?" "You guys stunk of piss. You think I want my truck smelling of... you guys?" "Well, for sure, it's the first and last time I'll ever go on a date with Corky!" He didn't mean to throw a downer into things, after all, bringing up the incident of thinking they were going to have a mass sex party, only to end up covered in piss, it had the two of them ending on a lighter note. Jared, looking upon his brother, brought up recurring, unhappy thoughts, of Jay not hearing from the old gang for several months, except occasionally seeing Jake, from afar, practicing his morning ritual of surfing. Once or twice, since Jay has come to live at the beach house, Jake has surfed right up to his `backdoor' and said hello. Jared `had' to bring up, "Well, thank your lucky stars you haven't seen Corky or any of those other guys into stuff like that?" Jay brought it up himself, "I haven't talked to any of the old gang since starting college, dammit!" His mind flashes back to Jake, stopping in yesterday, "Except Jake." "Jay, you have to realize, they have their own future and walks of life to step into. You did get a Christmas card from Jorge Rivas?" "Yeah," Jay had to admit it, smiling, "Santa on the cover with the shoestring outfit was kind of touching!" "And like I said. Now that you are settling down at the beach house, you'll start to meet some of the crowd we don't know." Jay says, "All the people we know are mom and dad's ages." Knowing what was on Jay's mind, "And all the guys who are your age, who have gone away to college, don't you think some of them will be coming home for the summer and want to spend a few days or weeks at their beach houses?" "Oh my god! I just thought of something!" Jared gestures, `what?' "We're turning the beach house into a year round house. None of the other houses are year round. I'm going to get deserted on," Jay says in despair. "Like, there goes all the friendships I make over the summer." "Nonsense. You won't be left alone in the winter. Think of all the friends you make at college and I'm sure once in a while you will want to invite them over to the house?" "I suppose," Jay thinks around it another way, "I could always drag my `nanny' into bed if I get a chill?" "Jay," Jared lectures, "we're hiring someone to take care of you, not to satisfy your sexual whims?" "What sexual whims?" They both think back to a half hour ago, Jared trying to make Jay's cock stand, at least at half-mast! "I know, but it wouldn't hurt to think maybe he might want to get to know me more?" Jay puts it. "It's a possibility, but remember one of Paul's golden rules; Don't set yourself up for a letdown?" "I know the drill." Right at the tail end of his reply, Jared notices Alberto heading toward them, telling Jay, "Be cool with what you say." "About you and Alberto? You didn't tell me anything!" "Don't even mention we slept together." "You didn't even tell me that!" Jay replies. "Be cool," is all Jared said and Alberto was upon their scene. "Jared!" he shakes Jared's hand, immediately going into, "I left you my number, but you never called?" All Jay could think about the tall, suave Italian, `Give it to me... I'll call!' However, Jared was quick on it, "I had a lot on my plate, with Jay and his accident." "I heard," Alberto says, even though he noticed them as soon as they entered the family restaurant. "How are you getting along?" Alberto was wearing a black shirt, v-neck at the collar, but having to sit lower, Jay could not make out whether the `v' was a black tee shirt underneath or Alberto's manfur, "I'm okay." There was a reason why Alberto came over, reconnected with Jared and it wasn't about himself, "Say, my friend from out of town came for a visit, but really wanted to stay with me for awhile until he gets himself situated." "You mean," Jared says, "until he sets up house for himself?" "Yeah, that's it, but to make a long story short, he hit me up for a job at the restaurant. I had no problem with it, but my uncle said he didn't want any Indians working at the restaurant, because it's better if Italians work at an Italian joint." Jay butts in, "Now that's just wrong!" "I know it's wrong," Alberto responds, "you know it's wrong, but try to tell Uncle Tony it's morally wrong, as well as he could get into a bundle of trouble... anyway, I was wondering," he addresses Jared, "if you had any openings at the store?" "I already have hired most of the summer staff," Jared tells him. "Most? So, you have an opening for Rahul?" Jay jokes, "Are you hiring Indians, Jare?" Seeing right through him, Alberto makes comment, "Your brother, he's a little wiseass?!" "Yeah, but after what he went through, he can step out of line now and then!" "Okay, but what about Rahul? You have a position for him?" In reality, Jared had only one position open, "I have, but it's at our second location." "That's an hour away, plus Rahul, he doesn't have a car," Alberto replies. The `little wiseass' pipes up, "What about that `other' job you are going to advertise for, Jare?" "What other job?" Alberto says excitedly. The two brothers exchange looks, Jared finally saying, "I was thinking..." "Ahem!" Jay clears his throat. "`We were thinking, since the beach house is being remodeled over into a year round home, it would be good if someone else stayed with Jay, even if he was only temporary." "Rahul's your man!" "Now don't get me wrong, Alberto, but it sounds like you're trying a little too hard to pawn Rahul off on me?" "Not for the reasons you think. He's really a good guy." Turning to Jay, Alberto says, "I think he would make a good helper for you. You're looking for help to get around, I take it?" Jay smiles, "Could be more!" Jared straightens out the opinion his brother holds and the job prospectus real quick, "We're looking for someone..." "A guy," Jay corrects him, leaving the rest vague. "We're looking for a kind, strong, level-headed `guy' to help out. Someone who knows how to do things like trips to the grocery, helping Jay get to college, laundry, odds'n'ends of stuff," Jared gives the specifics. "I think I have your man," Alberto lets out a shrill whistle, looking over towards the counter. "Cool!" Jay comments about the ability of having the candidate `right there'. Misinterpreting his brother, Jared says, "Remember, it's not only about the looks!" "Whateva," Jay says. But then, his jaw dropped. Expecting a mustang, a cement truck was headed his way, "Like, oh my god!" Jay exclaims, looking upon the guy, who was big and round, almost no definition of a spine, immediately voicing opinion, "No-no-no-no-no!" Instead of what he expected, the dude says, "We were making your pizza up and your order got smudged?" "Smudged?" Jay asks. Jared tried to hold his composure, knowing Jay thought the bear-of-a-dude was the guy Alberto had in mind. He surely thought not, when right behind him a fair-skinned dude was walking. One thing he was thinking, philosophically of course, if his brother didn't want him, he'd take him. Right after, Jared repaired his thought, thinking on Paul! "Slip of paper your order was written on. I thought it might have said pepperoni, but wanted to make sure?" the chub says. Sideswiping right past the conversation between Jay and the cook, Jared asks, "You must be Rahul?" Rahul answers, "Oh, do I see you or the guy with the wheels about the job?" Suddenly Jay lost interest in their order, looking around the side of the kitchen staffer's bod, "I'm Jay and this is my brother, Jared. You're going to be working for me." "`With', Jared stresses, then looks up, upon Rahul, "I'll be handling your paycheck." "What?" Rahul says, diverting his attention from Jay, to Jared. "Oh, I didn't even know I had the job!" Speaking of jumping the gun, Jared realizes he was doing it ass backwards, "You don't... I mean you could, if you have the experience?" Even though the kitchen helper lost interest, scoring the information he needed to make the pizza, Jay had an `urge' to turn his head and watch him go back through the swinging double doors. He sort of felt like a louse, remembering back to high school days, when he watched others bully fat guys like this one. While thinking on it, hoping the husky dude would come back, he missed out on Jared's interviewing Rahul, which he would have found out Rahul's expertise on taking care of the disabled, taking care of his elderly grandparents back in India, which led him to explain how good Americans have it, in regards to nursing homes. "So, what do you think?" Jay turned around in time to face Jared. "About what?" Knowing his brother's attention was someone else, Jared replies, "Pepperoni pizza?" "Oh, I thought you were talking about Rahul," Jay answers with sincerity. Jared turns to Rahul, "You have to understand something about my brother. He took a nasty flip off of his surfboard. His mind is a little wasted!" "Fuck you, bro!" At the mention of it, Rahul had certainly hoped not all had been impaired in the surfing accident, "It is okay. I am sure I can take care of everything." Then, out from the kitchen comes the `big guy', in a big bellowing voice, "You screwed up another order, Rahul. You got your zucchini mixed up with the chili peppers... I told Alberto, if you work one more minute in the kitchen, I'm out of there!" "What you want me to do?" Rahul steps up to the big boy. "I need a job more than you do, Gonzo?!" `Gonzo?' Jay thought. He sure looked it! While in the back, Alberto had mentioned the position. Gonzo says, "Maybe I'll apply for the position you are offering, myself, if the money is right?" "No, no, no," Rahul confronts him. "They are looking for my type." Always giving a guy the benefit of the doubt, Jay says, "Really, the position is open to anyone who has good references and..." Jared says, "If I can butt in here a minute, I think the superlatives Rahul has mentioned..." Gonzo speaks up, "Did he give you the sad luck story of taking care of his grandparents in India?" Swiftly grabbing his attention, Jared is quick to say, "I think it was a noble gesture? Rahul?" Instead of acting proud of his deed, Rahul let some steam out of his collar, gulping. "Tell them about it, Rahul, how your family had money and `watching' your grandparents was done by others, while `you' were out all day shopping and picking up boys?" Jared made a valid point, "Then why did Alberto hire Rahul?" Maybe partially jealous, Gonzo says, "Sex?" "Excuse me," Jared says, backing his chair out, getting up and headed straight for the kitchen. "Poor Alberto," Jay says. "I hope he's paid up on his health insurance!" "Maybe I should go check on him," Rahul says, walking off towards the double doors. "Forget about Rahul, forget about me," Gonzo says. "I've got the perfect person for you!" "Wait, why are you suddenly changing your mind," Jay thinking along the lines Gonzo didn't like him. Who would not like Jay? Before he came out in high school, right after his accident and two weeks before the end of the school year, the babes were running after him, even enduring friendship rivalries, for the sake of scoring a date with him. As for the other side of the coin, in the lockerroom, guys were drooling over his looks, from the top of his head to just above the knees. Right after Jay came out, to those few gay guys who already knew, some guy, whom Jay was sure was straight, walked right up to him and asked if he could give Jay a blowjob! "Because," he really jumped the gun, Gonzo confesses, "I've gotten a new job already. Go-go dancer down at The Spin Club!" Good thing Jay had had experiences with the cubs on the high school level, or else he might have laughed Gonzo right off his chair. Instead, he congratulates, "That's great Gonzo. Maybe I'll see you there sometime. I was dying to go with the guys after I turned 18, but... then `this'" Jay pounds his fists on the top of his wheelchair, "had to happen!" Not knowing what to say, Gonzo offered assurance, "Maybe you can find a guy who likes to slow-dance?" Wasn't the most brilliant bit of advice Jay has ever received, but he kind of liked Gonzo, "Maybe." Then, changing the subject, "So, who else do you know?" "Eric, down at The Spin Club. He likes to dance, but has to try too hard at making it work... you know?" Of course Jay knew. He was a good dancer himself, knowing all the bumps and grinds it took to make one notice a hot booty and what was packed tight in the front, "One time at a student dance, I don't know who it was, but when taking off my pants at night, some bills fell out," he laughs. "Seriously, you know how it works, but Eric, he's doesn't really have what it takes, even though he thinks he does. Shame, because tonight I think Jeffry is going to let him go," Gonzo ends on a somber note. "You're his friend. You should warn him, if you think it's going to go down?" "Eric and me, we're kind of more than friends. It's also why I'm asking you to give him a try?" Volunteering more information, Jay learns Eric is 26-years old, and like himself, has lobbied for the same causes, crusades against obesity, bullying and gay rights. It's because of his choices, he's been distanced from his family. As with Jay's career choices, Gonzo says about Eric, "He's decided, anything which has to do with his father's company, is not for him. Eric has been trying to make a go of it after forcibly divorced from his family over the gay issue. "When do I get to meet him?" Gonzo looks down at his watch, holds up his hand, "Five, four, three, two..." "Hey!" they hear shouted, a bulky guy busting into the pizzeria, "Where's my mug and slice?" Wearing a tank top, pulling against a pair of mighty pecs, the second part of Eric's bod Jay looked upon, after the reddish-brown, short, wavy haircut, a flip of the bangs covering his forehead to the left side. Adorning his face was a close-cropped beard and stache. Walking right up to the table, the wheelchair a dead giveaway towards Jay's identity, first Eric addresses Gonzo, a slap to the shoulder, "Thanks for the call, bro," then into extending his right hand, "You must be Jay. I'm Eric!" He sure was upbeat, almost shaking Jay's arm out of its socket, "Nice to meet you too." He also could tell, by the big biceps, "You go to the gym a lot?" "Everyday, or almost every day," Eric replies. Seeing matters well in hand, Gonzo slowly backs away, till it's safe to make his getaway. Already thinking it's in the bag, Jay says, "Maybe we can workout together!" Being blunt about it, with little knowledge of handicapped dudes, Eric asks, "What works? Or maybe better said, what doesn't work?" For all he knew, Gonzo mentioning Eric a dancer at the gay club, Jay isn't reluctant to mention, "Legs are dead, but the rest of the anatomy is intact!" Having some sense of good conduct about himself, Eric doesn't mention the lap area, "Great. At least we can work on your shoulders!" Little did they know, Gonzo making his quiet getaway, Jared did the same, creeping up on their table and Gonzo already giving Jared a brief composite of Eric, "Nice, but how are you at driving and laundry? Can you cook?" Getting on the defensive, Jay refutes, "I can cook?" Relinquishing that last detail, Jared sits, says, "Yeah, he's an okay cook." "More than okay, bro?" "Okay, so he's better than average," Jared gives him the benefit of the doubt. Jay could swear he felt something move, Eric helping himself to a seat at the table, stepping around and sitting on his left. It wasn't only the 26-year old's overall persona, but the tank top, slit down the sides, Jay spying inside, when sitting, the breeze made the tank fill up like a balloon. It was Eric's hand, smoothing the top down over his bulked up bod, which cut off Jay's peering at full the bod of hair underneath! Talking like he's cinched the job already, Eric says, "We'd probably both be better off if `he' did the cooking!" a small giggle escapes Eric's throat. In a nutshell, before he left the kitchen, Jared had a good personal sketch of `Eric Conley'. Before things went haywire, coming out to his family, Eric's life would have been considered well grounded. It is probably why the muscle cub never swore and had impeccably good manners, taking the napkin and unfolding it on his lap. Force of habit, he waited to see if he was going to invited to share the partial dish of pizza. Jared, detecting it, invited, "Pizza, Eric?" "Thanks," Eric said, but Jared was impressed when he asks first, "How about you, Jay?" he holds up a slice and offers it. "I'm good, thanks," Jay places a hand on his own stomach and rubs it. Both brothers watch, Eric placing the pizza on his plate and unlike them using their hands, he cuts it into pieces with fork and knife. Placing the knife on the edge of the plate, Eric eats with a fork, asking, "So, what's the specifics of the job you're offering me?" Already, Jared had found out, from Eric's manners and concern for Jay's appetite, the `caring' aspect. What mattered to Jay at the moment, "Well, we can cross `gay' off the list!" he swipes his palms across each of his hands! He didn't mean it as offensive, but it did come across as such, Eric saying, "Oh, so I'm also a live-in boyfriend?" Little did Jay pick up on, when Eric set foot inside the pizzeria, his eyes made a beeline to the guy parked in the wheelchair. Even though he's eaten there before, only one unfamiliar detail stuck out and it was Jay's impeccable good looks! "No," Jared jumps in, turning to Jay, "I think you better leave the questioning up to me, bro?" Feeling he might have used the wrong choice of words, Eric says, "I think it was a good question!" "See?" Jay sticks the tip of his tongue out of his mouth at his older brother. Now, since it looked like a conspiracy brewing, Jared asks, "I hope you're a good cocksucker. Jay can be quite picky who..." "Jare, can it?" he got lambasted by Jay. Comfortable around this type of conversation, one which, mixed with the aura of gay drama around the atmosphere of the club he just got laid off from, Eric says, "I think I can work it in whenever the patient has the urge?!" he glances back and forth between the brothers. He didn't think it was possible, for someone to come in off the streets and fit most of the prerequisites of the job search, but Jared was feeling good vibes over hiring Eric, "Of course, there will be a trial period?" In a semi-horny mood, Eric jokes, "To see how compatible in bed we are?" he laughs. Jared sort of laughed, but Jay only smiled, telling, "I think you'll be disappointed about me, Eric." "How so? What could be so disappointing over some," he play it safe and not mentioning anal, "oral foreplay?" Too shy to say so, Jared bails Jay out, "We're having a tough time having him get it up?" From Jay's line of questioning, Eric knew him to be gay, but revelation about the sexual nature of Jay's cock, "Oh, so are you gay? Bi?" To distill any future rumors about both being gay, Jay is not shy to say, "Jare and me have been having gay sex," figuratively speaking, "before we learned to walk." "Well, not quite that long," Jared smiles. "I envy you," Eric replies. "Did you, like..." "Nah," Jay detects where this is going, "only oral. With each other we're versatile." Which, Eric was thinking, "So, you're both tops?" Every now and then, Jay would forget his predicament and coming back to reality, "Like, it wouldn't matter for me anyway?" Slowly, over the period of a year, Jared has learned not to feed Jay's depression, but rather sarcastically laugh it off, "Little bro, he gets in these downhill spires. Just give him a blowjob and he'll snap out of it!" His beard increasing the value of his smile, Eric says, "I'd love to!" Sure enough, Jared's ploy lifted Jay's spirits. "Oh, by the way," Jay refocuses on something, "are you like.... All hairy, underneath the shirt?" "Jay's got a `bear' complex!" Jared informs. "See for yourself," Eric defies the presence of other restaurant clientele, sweeping the tank top with his left hand, bringing the right side over to the left. "Awesome!" it instantly made Jay's day, gazing at the mostly red fur covering Eric's full frontal assault. Noticing how there were not many folds, whereas a guy's stomach sagged around his navel, enveloping it, "You really do workout!" "Yeah," Eric accidentally spills the beans, whereas a secret exists between the gym manager and himself, "and I don't pay a dime!" His smile wears off, Jay and Jared giving him a blank stare, void of any humor! "Um, I mean," he tried covering up the obvious truth. Jay bails him out, "Do you think we can get in free, too?" "We can afford it," Jared dissuades. "Uh, yeah," Eric gets the picture, "well maybe after I begin to get a cash flow into my savings account I can pay too," swallowing, "I mean with money." Though, why would Eric possibly want to compromise the gym manager's workout, giving up on those 100 or so pushups over his ass? "When do you want me to start?" Eric asks Jared. He could have gotten bent out of shape, Jay so insistent on being in on the job interview, but right now he didn't mind Jared making the decision, while his eyes feasted on Eric! "When can you start?" Finally having his say, Jay inserts his authority, "Right now, is good!" Then, because this is supposed to be a corporate decision, "Now is good, right Jare?" Sharing Gonzo's apartment, Eric says, "I don't like have, anything to get around in, if we can stop by Gonzo's place for my stuff?" It did stand in Jared's mind, about how Eric would be able to transport Jay, but then there was always his Mustang, hiding out in the garage since before the surf trip to Oregon. Stopping by Gonzo's apartment, since it was a few flights up and no elevator, Jay stay in the cab of Jared's truck. Something he noticed, this was quite the `gay area', seeing dudes holding hands, walking out in broad daylight. As protocol has been, up until about 9 months after his accident, Jay had been too fatigued to even leave the house. The neighborhood around the mansion was very nice, but a mix of pavement and gravel, which made it tough to maneuver the main road. Fortunately the lavishly fashioned gardens sported paved walkways, except 1 step here and there. However, being on one's property did not afford the luxury of being out in society and seeing the changes it took. In those first 9 months he missed being out in the general public, but like right now, he was making up for lost time viewing the `eye candy'. "Hey, you work for Evan's Marine?" Jay was startled out of his gourd by some dude. "Oh! You kind of," scared Jay, but eyes settled on one of those pieces of eye candy walking the sidewalk, "almost scared me!" "Sorry. I saw the detailing on the side of the truck and wondered if you're hiring?" Oh how Jay wished they were? But wait, didn't Jared mention the other location, "Yeah. If you wait till my brother comes back, he can give you more info?" "All the time in the world," the dude answers, thinking if he didn't, he would `make time!' "I'm Jay," he hands his hand out the window. "Thomas... Selkirk, but Thomas is really my middle name." "What's your first name?" "J." "Like me." "Do you spell your name J-A-Y?" "That's it." "I'm just `J-period'. No A-Y. Sometimes I'm called JT... sometimes Tommy. I usually let the person calling me it, to pick out... Whatever. You get my drift!" Meanwhile, while Jay was conversing with JT, Jared was helping Eric gather his junk, "Good thing you're getting out of here. There's like this musty, fungus-y smell," his nose crinkles up. "Probably from the orgy we had last night!" "Orgies?" Jared replies. "You know what an orgy is?" "Of course, though I've never been with more than one guy at a time. You?" which Jared figured could lend towards the interview, even though it was passe. "No. I stepped out before the orgy got started. Call it old fashioned, but orgies are not really my thing, not that I haven't tried it!" "I suppose we all have our curiosity about such things?" Jared says. "So, you've tried it?" "Once. Before I took over the family business, I went for an interview with a firm. At the interview, this `suit' comes in and apparently didn't give a shit I happened to be in the room! He starts stripping down the dude who was interviewing me, offing the jacket, tie, dress shirt and then at the point, which threw me, because I don't believe he `knew' I was gay, invited me to join in." "Wild!" Eric suddenly lost interest in packing and sat on his bed, hand falling in between his legs. "Sure was and even got more so, the two making out. Then, when I tried to squeeze in on the action, the dominant dude, the one who stripped the other guy, gets on his cell and makes a phone call, turning to me and asking what I liked on my pizza!" "Mm-mm!" Eric's mouth makes a humming sound. Then smiling, Jared informs, "That's how I got to know Alberto, but don't tell anyone!" "Alberto, huh? Is he a tight fuck?" Eric was too curious to mind the little details. Cracking half a smile, Jared says, "Oh you bet!" Smiling back, Eric says, almost like a suggestive thought, "Wow, that had to be a hot scene!" "Was, because while I was fucking Alberto, the dom-dude made the human resources manager stand in front of Alberto and he wound up getting fucked at both ends. I found out, after we had all come, the head guy was the CEO and almost everyday he would come to the human resources department and use him for his bitch. He was quite taken by how hard I fucked and hired me on the spot!" Hand on his covered dick, the description had played out like a steamy porn flick, Eric saying, "Just how hard to you get?" "Almost as hard as I am now?" Jared visibly rubs his crotch. "Anytime you want to find out how tight I am?" "I'd like that," Jared replies. However, both knew they were playing each other up, Eric saying, "If you ever need a nice guy to get serious about?" Jared really wanted to make it work with Paul, reason he didn't want his loins to overrule his decision to slope over Eric's ass, "If my boyfriend ever wants to have an orgy, I'll keep you in mind!" Standing, Eric did fondle Jared, rub his hands up and the sides of his shirt, "I have a feeling you and Jay are very nice and respectful guys. It would really be kind of an honor working for you. I want you to know I feel the same." On the other side of the coin, Jared had some feelings about Eric, but joked, "Should we seal it with a kiss?" he smiled, not making any effort to remove Eric's hands running up and down his sides. However, his comment made Eric drop his hands, "Would be nice, but don't you think we left Jay long enough in the truck?" "Honorable man," Jared says. Though, when he spied Eric bend over and pick up a box, he bit his lip, seeing the pants sag, shirt lift, peering at the small patch of red hair in the small of the back, a small break and then a fine coating of hair near the beginning of Eric's ass crevice! Not recalling many of Jay's buddies from high school, Jared had thought one of them had connected with his brother, hanging by the open door of his truck. Placing Eric's stuff in the back of the truck, Jay would, if he could, come around the side and introduce the dude, but he came alone, "Hi, I'm Jay's friend," short friendship, "Thomas Conley, but you can call me JT or Tommy, or just plain Thomas." It's Eric, cruising the dude, "JT sounds cool?" Allowing Eric to choose for him, Jared asks, "What can I do for you, JT?" They could tell he was nervous, rubbing one hand over the other, then vice versa, "I was talking with your brother and he says you might have an opening at your store?" While Eric stood in the truck and arranged his goods, Jared asks, "Did he tell you it's at our satellite store, 50 miles up the road?" JT used a lot of `sign language', answering partially with nodding his head, "Jay did mention it and it would be fine with me, if you found my credentials to be satisfactory?" He wasn't in the habit of conducting business at home, but some circumstances require a different set of rules. Eric found the beach house awesome, even in the disarray of being remodeled. As far as the interview goes, while Jay showed off his surfboards to Eric, Jared took the interview out to the back porch, "Beer?" he reaches into an ice cooler. "Would you have a water? I don't drink... alcohol, that is." "Be back in a second." When they met JT at the truck, he was decked out in a suit and tie. Reporting back to the deck with a six pack of cold water, Jared thought, nothing bad about it, JT stripped from the waste up! "I hope you don't mind. It's kind of hot out here?" JT asks, like asking permission it was okay to strip off his jacket, tie, dress shirt and undershirt? "Not a bad idea!" Though instead of a quick solution to the heat, Jared slowly undoes each button of his sport shirt... "If you're trying to make me hard, it's working!" Except... Jared doesn't stop with divesting himself of the shirt, going for his belt buckle, saying, "Wrong kind of environment to be all dressed up?" Several minutes ago he had a frame of mind of being totally committed to a relationship with Paul. Now, it's like it temporarily slips his mind! "It `is' kind of hot for a suit," the 27-year old replies and in seconds is lowering his zipper. "Nice briefs!" Jared flirts, a big grin on his face. Facetiously, JT asks, "Is it okay to flirt with the boss?" Only about 2 months ago, when Jared and Paul were coupling up, they had talked about living an open relationship. Reluctant to choose it, Jared was now living it and if he was face to face with his boyfriend, would admit to it a good idea, most especially after laying eyes on the cute face and thick trail down the middle leading to the bushy pubes! % "This is cool," Eric took his own guided tour of Jay's new room, not fully come together with furniture. Though there was one piece, replicated over and over, boards! "Heads up!" Jay calls out, tossing a football. Catching it, Eric says, "Y'know I never had a brother to do stuff like this with. What has it been like with Jared?" "Are you talking about bonding or being gay together?" Eric replies, "Both!" Jay starts out from the beginning, which coincides with the two really falling in love with each other's parts of the bod, along with kindred feelings, "I guess we were like normal brothers, doing what normal guys do, until after my sixteenth birthday, when Jared and I were alone in my room." "How old was he?" "In college. I guess he had to be around 23. Anyhow, he comes home and brings with him a bottle of whiskey. The `rents were off at some party, leaving Jare in charge. We didn't finish off the bottle, because it was my first time and a few sips were enough to make me act like a doofus!" "Kind of what my first taste was like, I'm guessing. All I know is I was woken up by my mother to get up and get ready for school and had this, like," Eric forms giant balloons with his hands, "big, big hangover. She never knew. I told her it was a virus and she believed me!" While Eric was on the subject of him and his family, "I'm just curious, if you're comfortable talking about your family?" "Water under the bridge now. We're excommunicants, I think that's a word?" Eric tries deciding. "Who knows? Who cares? I know what you mean." "Even though I had been out of high school for 7 years, when the mass movement, headed by Coach Brickman set a milestone for many of those in town, it wasn't everyone in favor of gay rights, mainly my folks," Eric nervously tosses the football up in the air, catching it. "I think I can guess the rest?" Jay says. "It was the worst experience of my life," he tosses the football back to Jay, who misses it. Picking it up, Eric casually hands it over, "I went from a totally confident person, assured of where I was headed in my future after I graduated, to penniless person, with literally the shirt on my back." "No pants?" Jay kidded. After a brief smile back, Eric replies, "A little more than a shirt. Seeing the writing on the wall, the next day I cut school, gathered my whits and did all the necessary things before I was left with absolutely nothing. Gonzo was a big help. He allowed me to store any of my stuff I could `steal' from the house. Loading his van up, he helped me get away with clothes, personal items, and some stuff I didn't think the `rents' would miss for a few months. Then I drove to the bank and cleared out my savings account. That is, my former bankroll. Now I've been doing college part time for the last four years, taking a few semesters off in between. Imagine that... a 26-year old dude still trying to get his bachelor's degree!" "What are you going for?" Jay asks, yawning. "I'm boring you?" "No," Jay shakes his head. "I have a tendency to get a little fatigued in the afternoon. Sometimes I have to lay down and like, 15 minutes is all I need to recharge the battery!" "If you want to lie down, it's okay with me?" "If you lie down with me?" Jay replies, a quirky smile on his face. "Sure and Jared will come in and kick my ass out of the house!" Eric laughs. "Okay. I'll take the bed and you take the chair." It was quite a feat, Eric figuring out where to grab Jay, which turned out to be a bear hug, whereas the first try, Eric's head wound up in Jay's crotch! Second try, Jay's butt wound up on the floor. Next and last, he used his gymbod strength to almost throw Jay over his shoulder in a fireman's carry, then carefully lay him in the bed, targeting the pillow with his head perfectly, "Whew, you're no lightweight!" "Yeah, well, you better get me to the gym before I lose my girlish figure!" Jay laughs. Looking around at the incomplete room, Eric asks, "You got an extra chair in the house?" "You're looking at it!" Jay replies. "Suppose I should learn the ins and outs," Eric sits in the wheelchair, placing his feet up on the corner of the bed. "What did you say your major was?" Jay started up where they left off. "Graphics. I'd eventually like to get a master's in interior design, but it looks like it will be years away." Totally off topic, Jay asks, "Will you help me get my tee shirt off?" "`With pleasure!'" Eric says, standing, the chair whizzing out from under and his ass tossed on the floor! Jay laughs, "I don't need to, but you should put the brake on?" "Thanks for the warning!" Eric replies, pushing himself up, hands to the floor behind him. While doing it, Jay steals a glimpse, a short moment of pressing his crotch upwards, making his cock stand out apart from the bulge in his jeans. "What?" Eric says to Jay's toothy grin. Even though there was somethin' to it, Jay says, "Nuthin'!" "So," his first attempt at pulling an article of clothing from a handicapped person, "how would we go about doing this?" "Jare figured out the easiest way. Let me talk you through it." Doing the leading, Eric followed orders, "First, pull my tee shirt up to my neck." Standing at the side of the bed and bending directly over Jay's bod, he reaches the shirt tail with both hands, moving the tee shirt over Jay's stomach and parking it under his chin. Like he supposed to do it, he tries pulling it up and over Jay's chin. "Nope! Ain't gonna work. You have to get on the bed." "On the bed?" Eric repeats, like he's petrified at the thought, knowing `on the bed' meant something would have to give and he would need to have his bod overhanging Jay's frame. Joking around, Jay draws up the most convenient scenario, "You know, like you're going to hold our cocks together and jerk them off?" Smirking, Eric asks, "And how many times did Jared do that to you and him?" "A couple of times before my accident. Afterwards, he tried, but wound up exploding without me!" Picturing Jared, straddling Jay, nude and hovering over his brother's pubes, he could only visually imagine where all that `lava' went! "Okay. Here goes. Good thing there's one difference." Jay asks, "What's that?" Eric says, "He probably was in the buff. I've got my clothes on!" "Yeah," Jay says like a nursery rhyme, "and you're taking all the fun out of it!" "Did you forget I'm supposed to be helping you to take your shirt off?" Playing around, Jay says, "Yeah, I did kind of forget!" Fulling picking Jay's shirt up, he did manage to get it over the 20-year old's head, but was distracted, "Geesh, you really are smooth!" Force of habit, not that he was that much into `working a guy', except maybe when he's clubbing, his four fingers travel from midchest region, down to where, "except here?" Feeling it, his new caretaker's fingers mussing with his happy trail, contrary to it, "As opposed to this!" Jay sticks his hand in the side of Eric's muscle shirt and touches the fur on Eric's stomach. Pulling the arm out, Eric says, "Y'know, it's stuff like that, if Jay catches us, is going to get me fired?" Joking around, already in the throes of that tingly sensation, Jay says, like he's pissed, but not, "Oh, so the rule goes, you get to touch me, but I can't touch you?" Learning already from relationships, him and Paul vs. his brother and Paul, it comes across loud and clear, first Eric saying, "I made a mistake," he slowly makes his way from un-straddling Jay's bod, then recites, "I should stick to the professional code of not mixing business with pleasure. My fault," he stands there, looking down upon the smooth bod and thin treasure path. "What is it with you and my brother?" "Pardon?" it's not the response Eric looked for? "Like, you're going to get fired for me feeling up your," his facial demeanor morphing from `anger' to `sly', "my hand touching your," totally cool, "lovely red hair?" said like Jay was running his hand through a bushy haircut and not the forest-feeling of one pec. "Thanks for the compliment, but let's keep things civilized from now on?" Accepting it, like his condition since his accident, Jay replies, "Okay, but you promise me something too?" "What's that?" "Well, you know, since..." Just then, the door swings open upon the scene, Jared standing there with JT and taking things out of perspective, one in which Jay is lying there, shirtless, he gets the impression, "Hey, what's going on here?" Covering up anything which might or might not have seemed the case, Jay says, "I started Eric on his training. Remember how you managed to get my shirt off over my head without it being awkward?" They were brothers. Family. Close. They were used to getting intimate. Jared fully knows how it is, straddling his brother and though he maybe mentioned it only once, cock and balls throbbing as they touched on Jay's lower anatomy, being siblings was a different ball game, as opposed to someone they just met up with. However, he doesn't fully blame Eric, staring at Jay, "And I suppose you instructed him on various techniques of removing a tee shirt?" he spies the tee shirt scrunched up at the top of the bed. Observing, JT says, "I'm sure nothing of an indecent nature occurred?" Overriding JT's remark, Jared, not sure how to handle this, other than doing the wrong thing and redundant, because in his mind there's nowhere to go with this, "I dunno." Only way out, he feels, is to agree, "I suppose JT's right." In the past 45 minutes, Jared has found out much about J. Thomas Selkirk, with personal aliases of `JT', `Tommy', `Thomas', being the same age, 27. Jared could not fully come to terms with Jay and Eric, of `not' doing `something', because innocently he and JT had, lifted shirts and compared abs and shared athletic hobbies, including athletic curves of their bods. Though, Jared thought of it as part of the interview process, it being on his own turf and not in an office at the store. How different could it be with his brother? "By the way," meant to screw up Jay's mind a little, "I've offered JT the job." It did, "You can't, Jare! Eric's taking care of me!" "I see." Like the punch line of a joke, Jared delivers, "I meant the job at our satellite store, idiot!" "Oh. Right. I knew that!" Jay flubs his way out of what his gut feeling. "Besides," Eric defends, "all which took place, is me taking off Jay's shirt," also, totally honest, "but I have to say and hope you will respect this, I think this job is going to require handling situations which may make things seem to look like something they are not?" As if JT were conducting an interview himself, whimsically adds, "I don't know much about taking care of a handicap person. What happens when Jay has to take a shower?!" Nicely letting JT down, Jared says, "Go look it up on the internet, JT?" "Oh man, was that rude, Jare!" Jay condemns his bro. However, Jay is wondering something, when Jared casually says, "JT'll get over it," watching as his bro lightly slaps the back of his hand against JT's abs. "Yeah, right," Jay replies. A lull in the conversation, Jared opens it up, "Uh, if you," speaking to Eric, "and JT don't mind, I'd like a few words with Jay?" With the two leaving the room, Jared walks over to the bed, since Jay can't come to him and sits on the side. "Look, I'm sorry about what I said." "You were kind of rough on Eric, it being his first official, unofficial day of caring for me?" "That didn't make much sense." "I know, but regardless, Jare, I don't think you should be making wild accusations, especially when you know yourself, like, you've `been there, done that?'" "You're right. "I think I'm entitled... Once in a while, huh?" Unlike condemning others for doing it, Jared thinks nothing about leaning half his bod over Jay, humping him with his armpit and in a relaxed position of head resting on palm, says, "All the times you want, bro!" In the habit of doing it, Jared rubs little circles around Jay's right nip with the index finger of his free hand. "Another experiment?" "How's that?" Jay replies, "Seeing what it takes to get me hard, if and when?" Jumping up, Jared reacts with falsehood, "Oh my god! I think I felt something on my back!" "How?" Jay fully knows the intention of joking, "With my cock, if it did happen to expand in circumference, would be able to bust out of my jeans? Besides it's not funny," he really piles the guilt on, "like, how would you feel if you couldn't get it up and someone jokes about you..." "Okay, okay. I get the message. I'm sorry," and as has happened on occasion, Jared saying, "so punish me!" Jay just smiled, communicating a, `really?' "No," Jared changes his mind, "you know how I can't take it!" It started a few years ago, exposure to the campus crowd and Jared's first with the bdsm-followers. Concluding his story to Jay, telling about all the stuff he had done to him, stuff he did to others and stuff he watched done to others, his brother had asked what turned him on. So, Jared telling Jay, `you know how I can't take it', was as much as begging to have to have his nips tweaked up! However, Jay poured on the power of a dominant master and turns an innocent scene into, "Beg me!" Eager to get back to JT, Jared was also feeling the pangs of `pain vs. pleasure', using a gesture which corresponded with his feelings of asking Jay to twist up his nips, taking his brother's wrists and pulling hands to his chest. The whole time they stare deep into each other's eyes, Jay taking the initiative with fingers and vocalizing, "Gonna make you so hard, `boy'," Jay loved it, telling his older brother what to do. "You want to unzip or spring a leak right in your briefs?" he laughs. "Who cares? Just get to it..." Then after Jay nails his brother's nips, "Oo-o-o-oo, that feels so fuckin' good," finally caving in to formalities, lowering himself to his younger brother, "`sir'?" Giggling, Jay, taking his hands under his own control, "I love it when you say that!" Then, their attention is focused, not on each other, Jared looking down upon himself, still balanced over his bro's bod, watching Jay's fingers again pick his nips out of hairy fuzz. Just as he is about to get his nips pleasured again, there's a knock at the door, Jared exclaiming his dissatisfaction, "Shit!" Big tease, knowing Jared will respond, he does a quickie, tweaking his bro's nips with a, "Beep!" "Yeah, you'll get yours," Jared has to rearrange things down below as he heads for the door. He had opened his shirt, so quickly put things back together, buttoning up! "Hey, Eric and me, were wondering if we can borrow your truck to start moving in?" "Moving in?" Jared replies, disoriented. Meanwhile, Eric slips by the two, addressing Jay, "How's your brother-to-brother talk going?" It had suddenly occurred to Jared, where the other two persons were moving into, leading JT away. "All right until you two interrupted us!" Jay hoped Eric would wonder why! He did and wondering why, with Jay's usage of words, Eric asks, "Nothing important, I hope?" Wanting to tell, get back into the fleshly manner of speaking, Jay says, "I don't know we got onto it, but... and don't you go mentioning it..." "Cross my heart," Eric draws an `x' on his tank. "Jare," Jay smiles, not sure if he should tell, giving in, "he likes to have his nips, `touched'." Smiling, Eric reveals, "Don't we all?!" "Really?" Jay loosens up from the lump in his throat. "Love it! Gets me almost as hard as feeling up my balls!" Kind of strange feeling, talking about this kind of a subject, Jay treads lightly, "Do you, like... like doing it to a guy?" "Up for anything," Eric replies, "doing it to me, or doing it to you, as long as it's consensual?" Based on what Jared has told him, some really whacky stuff, Jay asks, "Like what?" Apparently not on the scale Jared had chatted up Jay, Eric replies, "Any place a guy's hands or tongue wants to go?" "Do you like to reciprocate?" Smiling a toothy grin, Eric says, "I'd love to sometime!" "Cool!" Before the pair could say anything which would make their pubes swell, which if it did, Jay would jump for joy, the other two return. "I think we've run into a snag," Jared says. "What's up?" Jay, by force of habit, tries to sit up and fails. "Got an idea," Eric says. Before Jared could spill his idea about the rooming scenario, Eric is having him and JT help move the bed, Jay a victim to spinning around with their juxtapositional tactical movements. The bed coming to a rest, off kilter to the floor of the room, Eric says, "I don't know if this is going to work, put your arms at your side, please?" Why not? Jay loves the feeling of having Eric grab him under the pits and hauling his bod up to whereas his back leaned agains the metal head of the bed! Joking now about it, since Jared has realized, Eric, he would have to utilize some of the same maneuvers he has to put his bro into the bed, move him around and take him out, without going on to mention, shower, dress, shave, pee, put him in the truck, take him out and other numerous duties, "Not a bad idea, Eric, but kind of takes all the fun out of it for Jay?!" he laughs. "You got a point there, bro!" Jay remarks. Though, it felt kind of cool feeling Eric's face on the top of his head, an awkward effect he was sure, since he doubted Eric meant to kiss him on the top of the head! It probably could have gone some distance, but since the day was wearing thin on daylight hours, Jared says, "I forgot. There's only 2 bedrooms. For now, if Eric doesn't mind, he's going to have to use your sleeping bag and since I'm using mom and dad's double bed, I'm willing to share half of it with JT." Sarcastically, Jay says, "How admirable of you, bro?" Getting along, Eric replies, "I don't mind the sleeping bag, since I've been sleeping on a cot at Gonzo's apartment. Kind of gets the feeling of sleeping on a board after a while." Something settled at least, JT and Eric took off for their former living spaces to gather stuff, while Jared promised to pull something together for supper. "You cook?" Jay confronted his brother, with a fake, hilarious laugh which went more than the distance. "Yeah," Jared says, "isn't that a joke?" "You got that right. Wanna help me up?" "Sure," Jared replies, trying to move Jay about and with great difficulty, working him out of the bed and into his handicapped chair. In finally doing so, it's Jay who highly recommends, "Now push the bed back!" "What about Eric's idea? I thought you approved?" "Dumbest idea anyone's ever come up with. Don't worry, I'll make him see it my way!" Pushing it back, having to configure his actions to do so, Jared mentions, "I bet you will," very well knowing what Jay's major gripe could be! % Copyright 2013 T. Chase McPhee `FiRE iSLAND BiKiNiS', and developing segments of this story, may not be sold, nor made part of any collection, without prior consent from the author.