Date: Sat, 11 May 2013 10:52:34 -0700 (PDT) From: Tchase Mcphee Subject: FiRE iSLAND BiKiNiS 07 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 07 WriTten by T. Chase McPhee ^o^ With the current chapter of their lives closed, Jay and Jared go on with their daily lives, which proves not so ordinary. "Oh man, this place reeks!" Jake says, following Jared into his room, invited to help clean up. "I have a feeling there was something `wild' going on in here last night," Jared starts pulling the bed apart. "So, Joseph cleaned you out, huh?" "How do you mean?" "He took most of the clothes you liked?" Jake says. "I liked them, but they can be replaced," Jared replies. "Cool! Then, why don't we all jump in the truck and head on over to the Flake House for a new wardrobe?" Jake had shown up, on course, accompanied by Jared, or the other way around, since the two had been walking the town for the past hour. Even though he liked Jared's company and had been hanging around, didn't mean he was going to miss his daily, morning surf. Reason he was decked out in a swim suit. Jared, having partied with not only JT and Eric, but Adam, one of the surf'n'rescue squad members, after each caught the other's eye, mostly Jared doing the pitching! Beat, Adam had to knock it off early, 1am, because he was on duty the following day, which left Jared `lonely'. Jake had left the beach with Blue, but being a star in the surfing world, split, with a phone number written on his hand, Blue seemingly more interested in giving statements to the news world. He liked Blue. He was gorgeous, muscled, of course an up and coming facet of the surfing circuits, but unlike him, Jake wasn't into all the hype. When he surfed, it wasn't for a competitive edge, but rather enjoying the surroundings about him, the ocean, how it could be tame or against a person, both fascinating. Too, it wasn't always about a gnarly wave. To Jake, it was fun happening upon an occasional sea creature sharing the ocean, or be it, walking with his board under his arm, drenched, looking down and as happened once, following a hermit crab, the tiny creature led him right up to a beach towel, a hot bod lying faced down, two buns, bikini-covered, baking in the sun! Loosely clothed himself, Jared wore a buttoned down shirt, unbuttoned, except one remaining, fastened, which kept the shirt from falling from his shoulders. It was the `Jared look', how he preferred to dress, collared shirt, jeans and everything else optional. Being a self-pledged top, he found it an advantage to not wear briefs, especially when younger and clubbing nightly, the college scene following. As with responsibility of owning 2 sporting goods stores, those nightly escapades have dried up mostly. "I had a nice night, after Blue left me?" Jake says, helping to put new sheets on the bed. "Yeah, me too," Jared replies. Throwing some humor into his gripe, "I can't believe Adam had to leave `so early!'" "This might sound selfish," Jake tucks the sheet under the length of the foot of the bed, "and don't get me wrong here, because I think it was really cool Blue held off the press to trek up the beach for Jay's sake, but it's not really much fun knowing a superstar, when he's more interested reading about himself in the next day's newspaper, than keeping interest in new friends!" "It comes with the territory, unfortunately. You want fame, you have to pay the price," Jared replies, fitting a case over the pillow, while tucked under his chin. Seeing opportunity for a little fun, Jake approaches Jared, makes like he's hugging him, the pillow a chasm between their chests. "Whoa!" Jared looks up. "What's this about?" Looking up at Jake, it was not a necessity to hold the pillow in place with his chin. "I guess you don't remember things when you're drunk?" Jake tells him, smiling. "I wasn't drunk! I only had 2 beers for your information?" Jared replies. "Oh, then that hot, steamy kiss was for real?" "No, I was just lonely for another hot bod against mine!" "Oh," Jake says with somber reaction, backing away, loosening the grip of his hands on Jared's bod, inside his shirt. "Hey, dummy, of course I meant it," he was being facetious, Jared saying, "I only do stoopid stuff when I'm drunk!" "Wow then, you sure know how to deliver a friendly kiss," Jake says, knowing Jared acted like more than 2 beers guzzled! "Hey, do you think, all the time you and my bro were together, there wasn't someone stalking you?" "You're 27-years old, Jare. I'm 20. Doesn't that make a difference to you?" Jake re-educates! "No," Jared replies. Having known Jake for ages, Jared compares notes with the relationship of him and his brother, "Don't forget, I've been `dating' a 20-year old for years?" "Yeah, I forgot. The `bromance' thing. So, did Jay ever get to fuck you?" "Our secret." "Rats!" Jake replies, laughing, not really caring if Jay ever made it to his bro's back door, in that respect! With the bed all pieced together, Jared says, "Well, you better get on your way to the beach and I better shower." Neither moved, Jake on one side of the bed, Jared on the otherside. "Uh," Jake breaks the ice, "would you be needing someone to help you take that shirt off?" "What's this Jake, being courteous, asking, instead of just doing it?" Jared stares and smiles. "I'm respecting my elders, idiot!" "Some respect!" Jared assumes the disciplinary pose of an adult, tapping one foot, unseen, but heard! Tossed around yesterday by Blue and seeing his lifelong bud gravitating towards the surf'n'rescue cub this morning, Jay suddenly feels a void, "If you're not doing anything this morning, I could give you some pointers on surfing?" It was a nice gesture on Jake's part, but Jared, having consumed his life with his brother for almost 8 years of his life, more so after the surfing accident, he had hoped to eventually move on. `Independence' was key here, since Jay looked for his, as well as Jared, looking for a guy his own match, with ambitions of moving forward in life, two guys in a relationship, aging out the years together. Not that he tired of his brother's era, but he longed to do stuff which pertained to guys his own age, like set up house, more a suburban lifestyle. Walking around the bed, Jared prepared Jake, "You know, I always looked upon you with admiration..." "Really?" Jake replies, seeing this turn serious, not in the way he expected, causing nervous humor, "I thought maybe it was my hot bod!" Facing Jay, Jared says, "I don't deny it at all," taking liberties, he runs the backs of his fingers down Jake's front, starting where a patch hair sits midchest, cruising down the stripe and cutting off the affectionate response when he feels the stomach indentation. He wasn't some dumb fuck, Jake knowing what was coming about here, instead of close affection, the `gate', "I like you too, but," he looks out the double-door opening to the beach, "if I want to get some prime surfing in, the waves aren't waiting for me!" he steps around Jared and quickly makes a getaway. Standing there, still facing the direction in which Jake was standing, Jared condemns himself, "Why do I feel like such a heel?" He did, now watching Jake, surfboard under his arm, running towards the shoreline. "Fuck the shower!" Jared tells himself. Feeling sorry for Jake and himself, he doesn't even undo that last button of his shirt, tearing it from his bod. With care he unzips his jeans and tosses them on the bed, where the shirt lay. Rifling through a dresser drawer, he searches for a swimsuit, "Oh shit!" He remembers giving away all his prized swimsuits, moderately conservative, which is how, since he turned 25, had packed away the youthful ones, towards the back of the bottom drawer. No choice in the matter, since Joseph now owned his whole line of conservative swim attire, Jared bent over to find `something'. "Like oh my god!" he exclaims, holding up one of the first swim briefs he bought, g-string type with a little pouch. He was sure, between the years of 18 and 27, surely he would not fit into it. "Then again," he says to himself, backing up to look in the mirror, modeling the swim item over his pubes, "one size fits all!" It just so happens, those who are more firm, endowed, stood out above those with `conservative' manhood. Jared `fit', but he could swear his balls, at least, were bigger. Then again, he summed up the reason his cock fit, right now his testosterone levels were `low!' Fitting the string around his hips, he had to readjust a few times, making it so his sacs didn't drop out. "Doesn't that beat all?" he says, Jared looking down upon himself. Surveying himself, he thought the trail down his abs was fine, even over his deep innie, protruding from out of his bellyhole, the happy trail, fanning out over his pubes, but what made him more critical of himself were his balls, "I knew I should have kept up with the shaving!" However, glancing up, out the patio doors, seeing Jake take his first wave on, Jared knew if he didn't get out there soon, he would have some fierce competition with the sport! Taking the chance of his furry balls popping out, somethings override a person's mind more than others. Haste was the cause this time, Jared doing the best he could, running out of his room... "Oof!" Both he and Jeffry wound up on there asses, after the collision! "Are you okay?" Jared jumps to his feet, lending a hand. First thing Jeffry spots, is the green `string', the pink and orange pouch second, simultaneously with what it holds for his feasting eyes, "Sure," he gets up, slowly focusing on Jared's face and not his pubes, "I'm just... great!" "Good," Jared taps Jeffry on the furry belly, "`cause I have a plane to catch," he meant the one gliding on the surface of the ocean! "Plane?" Jeffry scratches his head, like it would help to clear things up. However, more on his mind was Jared's bulging G-bikini. Self-revelation, as he sat in the jon, clearing the pipes, he thought about it, Jared vs. Jay. Sure, Jared was real, real cute, as people have mistaken him for Matt Bomer and Jeffry didn't discount the fact it could be true, but there was also `Zac Efron', waiting for him in the kitchen. Only difference, he was sure Zac could get it up, but it didn't phase him before, it not keeping him from thinking about Jay and not what Jared's bikini held. Wiping and flushing, Jeffry could only think about Jay on his return trip, how this morning, he had lifted his head to look down upon himself, whereas he was under the impression Jay more `willed' not doing his utmost. With gumption, Jeffry hurries back to the kitchen, bent on helping Jay go beyond what he thought he couldn't do and get him crackin'! "We're going out!" "But I thought I was going to make eggs?" "Eggs, schmeggs! No offense, but I think it's time we had some `real' food?" he scoots behind Jay, pockets the sixpack of eggs back into the ice chest. "I suppose we can't go like this, huh?" Jay says of their lack of clothing, Jeffry having stepped into his briefs between waking and now. "Maybe, if we were taking your brother's truck, but this time we're walking!" It was rare seeing a moving vehicle on the streets of the community, except one highly necessary, like Jared's truck, used to ferry Jay about, even though they had a battery-driven chair on order since coming out to the beach house. By special permit, Jared could bring the truck up to the house and had to display the community's special handicapped tag, dangling from the front mirror. "What should I wear?" Jay asks, like he's never worn anything but the boxer briefs and going shirtless, around the house since he's made landfall at the beach home, telling, "I haven't been wearing much around the house. Like, since they took some of the appliances out, the air conditioning doesn't work?" "Those lucky workmen!" Jeffry laughs. "Hey, they're not the only ones!" Jay says, with a cocky smile. They bathed yesterday and since they kept a low sexual profile, something Jeffry was attuned to, since setting foot in the house, which he didn't speculate on the future of his life, he says, "Let's just wash up a little and then think about what to throw on?" "Cool! By the way, where are we going?" "To eat and then the sky's the limit!" "No work today?" "Not really. What I did yesterday was only temporary, when Arrow was there. We were what you might say, `on loan', Arrow having known the squad commander from somewhere in his past." "Oh right. I forgot you haven't been stateside for long. So, what is it you do?" While sponge-bathing Jay off, Jeffry says, "Worked the nursing home circuit for a while. Through no one's fault but my own, got mixed up and messed up by drugs, bailed out under the turmoil of a life of crime, with Arrow's help, then turned sheep farmer. Back to health care. I guess you can say I went `full circle.'" "Sounds like you're well-qualified to help me around, but are you... like... done with drugs?" He was smart, but Jeffry wasn't catching on, about Jay offering him a job. It really didn't need to be said, except in the official sense, Jeffry doing stuff for Jay, as it came naturally, reason he tells Jay, "Isn't that what I've been doing?" "Yeah, without getting paid for it, which says a lot?" Avoiding the money issue, not having crossed Jeffry's mind, he says it plainly, "Hey, about the drugs, Arrow has a way of communicating things, like seeing what is right or wrong, not that a government has to have laws to keep a person in line. He showed me so much more, like how to add quality to my life and keep it there." Thinking on it, because Jay was, "Am I making any sense?" "Totally," with afterthoughts himself, Jay moving on, "but what about the job Arrow's friends offered you?" Drying up Jay's smooth chest with the sponge, Jeffry says, "Hey, sometimes you have to look at things from a different perspective," he stands up straight, looking in the full length mirror, which takes in both himself, standing, and Jay, seated, "like, who would want a guy who's whole front is covered in thick, brown moss?" "Stop playing me Jeffry!" Jay says, reaching both arms up, feeling what he could of the `moss'. Bending over, Jeffry tosses the bathing sponge in the sink. Causing Jay to lower his arms, he takes the initiative to `play up' Jay's smooth bod, publicly voicing opinion, "Maybe you love that, but I love the feeling of this!" He paws his way around Jay's bod, like he was spreading moisturizer around it. However, he did come to a rough spot, "What's this?" Jeffry's hand feels a rough spot on Jay's right torso. "Oh that. Happens I think, because the chair rubs on my belt. The belt rubs on me," Jay looks up, which he switches to look in the mirror, giving Jeffry his full attention. "Well, that's an easy one. Don't wear the belt!" "I don't care much for the sagger look?" Again Jay focuses in on the man in the mirror, detracting from the value of the conversation, moving his head to the side to see hidden content of Jeffry's bod, deep navel and embedded treasure trail, "Damn you're beautiful!" Grabbing the handles of Jay's chair, Jeffry wheels him away, saying, "You sound like a starving man, and I don't mean for BLT's. Oh, about the `sagger look', I don't think you have to worry much about it. Besides, the only way those pants are going to come off, is with careful `handling'?!" Smiling, even though Jay knew he couldn't get it up, says, "I hope you'll get beyond the pants?" "Oh, you can count on it!" The two picking out a wardrobe, it was discovered, after Jay was fully dressed, Jeffry hadn't anything to put on, except the bikini swim suit and a lifeguard's tank top. Being they already guessed Jared's swimmer's build might be a better fit, than Jay's scrawniness, they sped off towards his brother's room, Jay asking, "I wonder if the spooner's are still there?" "I didn't hear anything," Jeffry means outside of their quality time in the mensroom, "did you?" "Nada," Jay replies, sitting in his chair at the closed door. "Well, ready to bust in on them?" "Yeah. Don't forget to make lots of noise!" Jake did his surfing stint, cutting it short, upon rushing to shore on his board, his target being Jared, standing there, like waiting for a plane taxiing on the tarmac. With few words exchanged, they briefly kissed, which led to their crotches being affected. Together they carried Jake's board overhead, which gave Jared a really nice view of ass. Reentering the beach house, their loins drove them on to the room fitted for what they had in mind to do. They could care less they were about to mess up the bed with fresh linens. However, like 10 brass bands, the two march in, Jeffry pushing a cart load of horns, Jay finalizing their intrusion, "Hey, you going to sleep the whole day away, guys?!" Jeffry, seeing Jared and his bed-partner come to life rather quickly, without any coverup, "Oh my! Free eye candy!" "Oh my god, Jare," Jay says, knowing who slept in last night, "you're in bed with my best friend!" Rude awakening for Jeffry, Jake Lasko says in an insulting manner, "How mundane, bro? Like, you hadn't a clue?!" "Oh really?" Jeffry says, turning to look at Jay, back facing the foot of the bed. Neither could see it, Jeffry's bod blocking Jay's vision, Jared nudging Jake, then with precision timing, kneeling, reaching hands up, coupling with Jeffry's shoulders, falling onto his back, dragging the muscle cub with him... "Oh-h-h-h-h-h-shit! What the..." Jeffry exclaims, feeling the pair of hands bring him down. "Oh shit is right!" Jake exclaims, jumping out of bed just in time to see the bed collapse! "Jare! Look what you did!" Jay exclaims. Jared wasn't complaining, though it would have been nice if Jeffry had landed with his ass a little farther `north'! Jake smirks, crossing his arms across the stripe down his bod, unconcerned with anything showing, "And I thought it was going to be just another mundane morning. What's for breakfast?" While Jake and Jay were so concerned about the rumblings in their stomach, Jeffry was feeling up the pangs of the offset of their collision, "If something's broke, Jared, it's your own fault!" "If you can get your fat bod off me, maybe I could check?" Jared replies to Jeffry. "Your own fault!" Jeffry exclaims, totally comfortable with what he feels in the small of his back. "Though," he sits in between Jared's legs, turns over and crawls back up, watching Jared look down the tunnel of their bods, "being I am a medical professional, I'll take a look at it and report my findings, free of charge?" Playing along, Jared places one hand behind his head, other hand free in case he needed to help out, "Cool. Yeah. Use whatever you need to make sure it still works?" "Only one problem," Jeffry gives Jared's cock a little swat... "Hey, that hurt!" Jared covers his cock with his hand. "Hurt?" Jeffry says, "I hardly doubt it!" They both had a little experience with `the occult', ropes, cuffs, chains, whips, etc., Jeffry and Arrow playing together back home in Aussie-land, Jared in the mansion basement with a maso-guy he picked up at a bar. So what, for Jeffry and Jared each giving undivided attention to the semi-soft erection, caused by Jeffry's swat, Jared was cool with it, "Yeah," he smiles, "uh, like not that I'm into all that stuff... and all?" he renders with reluctance. "It's cool, but it's not what I was talking about," Jeffry says, kneeling, navel all tucked up in the folds of his stomach. "Oh? Then, like, what?" Jared remains baffled. "About Jay?" "What about him?" Both of Jared's hands go to the back of his head, uncaring of his half-high shaft. "I could very well do some nice things for you," Jeffry, making a point, slips his hand to Jared's trimmed pubes, forming an `O' around the base of his cock, "could get rough, or be soft and gentle as a lamb," he softly lifts his hand... "Oo-oooh," Jared's lips form an `o'. "However," Jared whimpers as Jeffry ceases his advance, "I would like you know a little about my philosophy on meeting men. When I meet a guy I'm crazy about, it's the only guy who I stay interested in," Jeffry backs off the bed. "Oh, so it doesn't matter to you I'm a family member?" Jared misses the hand. Standing before the bed and Jared, watching him smile a toothy grin, knowing he was goofing on him, "You have 2 choices?" "Cool!" Jared replies. "You can either tumble out of bed and help me find some threads, or take another hand slap to that hot piece of meat?" Jeffry ends with folding arms across his middle, the only part of his bod now covered with something. Tumbling out of bed, Jared replies, "You drive a hard bargain, Jeffry!" While trying to match clothes to Jeffry's bod, Jared and he talked about `the job', which Jay had brought up, how good Jeffry would look in a harness and chaps, in turn Jeffry sharing opinion of how he'd like to see how Jared looked, cuffs on all 4 limbs and splayed out in bed for `his' pleasure. "Oh really?" Jared thought on it for all of 2 seconds, "Might get me hard, depending on who was doing it to me!" Getting a kinky idea, Jeffry says, "Might be cool having you as a party favor." "Huh?" Jared stopped, holding the shirt he was matching up to Jeffry's build, dropping it, like he was hiding his pubes. Shrugging his shoulders, Jeffry informs, "When I was living with Arrow, I was a good sport sometimes, trading off roles, bottoming for him and his friends." "Oh," Jared wasn't a rocket scientist, getting it, "`you' were the party favor?" he lifts the shirt to match Jeffry's shoulders. Putting an index finger up, Jeffry `cuts' the shirt in half and with intent looks down Jared's bod, "As I understand it, you two have a special relationship. Could be a lot of fun with a few intimate friends?" "That's okay, Jeffry. Let's just go with cake and candles?" Jeffry just smiled, thinking `we'll see'. He remembers Arrow's birthday party, how he thought it weird, Jeffry more than scared, having votive candles placed strategically around his bod, nips, one stuck in his navel, outreaches of his pubes and one way too close to his balls, not to mention, each armpit. Though, with all those hot men around him, blowing out the candles, he though the few rough patches of hair missing, a little singing of the pit and pube hair, cooling with tongues, it was not all that intimidating. The icing on the cake, when it came time to sing `Happy Birthday', he found it highly erotic having his stomach used as a platter and with no fork or knives, for a change having Arrow lick icing off his cock... "There!" Jared says, "The perfect man!" "Shirt's a little snug," Jeffry says, facing Jared. He couldn't help it, disregarding Jeffry's oath of allegiance towards Jay, "Yeah, a little tight, but brings out your better `points', Jeffry!" "Get off!" Jeffry nicely orders Jared's fingers away from tweaking up the two spots on his shirt. "You'll pay for that!" Weird, it's not the picture he painted of himself, but Jared was enjoying this, "Oh yeah, get dominant on me, Jeffry!" Going along, "It's `Master Jeffry' to you, boy!" Donning a pair of shorts, because he hadn't showered, Jared not wanting to stink up a set of clothing, he escorted Jeffry to the kitchen, following the sent of something cooking. "What's for breakfast? Burnt toast?" Jared guesses. Jay alerts him, for Jeffry's benefit, "You know Jake can't cook!" Holding up 1 slice of burnt toast, Jeffry replies, "How can you, when the toaster does all the work?" Jake's rationale, "It looked kind of mundane, with only one push down! Who cares, we're going out to eat," he looks at Jared. "We are?" Jared replies. "Of course," Jake says adamantly. "They are, so we are!" "You are?" Jared questions. "Yeah," Jay replies, after the fact, "Wanna come?" Talking to Jeffry, Jared wanted to `come', but morphing back into the real world, "I've gotta get the stink off me first?" "Me too, Jare," Jake says, already latched onto Jared's arm. The two arm in arm, parading off, Jay says of the new attire, "You look good, Jeffry." Bending down to pet Thor, Jeffry tells him, "Uh, yeah, but I better be careful how I bend down, or else I'll bust right out of these pants!" "Hey, while we're out, why don't we go shopping?!" Jay says cheerfully. "Great. Do you think Jared will give me an advance on my salary?" "I don't see a problem with it," Jay replies. However, as Jeffry settled for an appetizer of burnt toast and coffee, he couldn't get out of his mind, a vision of Jared, tied eagle-spread to the bed, pleasuring him, till his cock seeped with joy! % 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.