Date: Mon, 21 Apr 2014 15:22:38 +0200 From: T.CHASE MCPHEE Subject: Making Warriors 4 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, if you have enjoyed reading NiFTy stories as much as I have, over the years, consider adding some support for `internet $pace'. http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html ^o^ Concluding remarks ~ reading this story could make you stiff or gooey, so I would suggest not reading it at work... just sayin'! :) % FiRE iSLAND BiKiNiS ~ `MAkiNG WaRRioRs' 04 WriTten by T. Chase McPhee ^o^ % Jared slept until he had to make a mad dash for the toilet! Two hours after first falling asleep, now wide awake, Jay was calling the shots, "And he's off and running!" "Shuddup, moron!" trailed Jared's long-legged leaps. While letting loose all which had built up inside him, Harry had happened back, opening the door a smidgeon, beckoning, "Is it safe to come in?" "C'mon in," Jay says, seeing Harry, "You changed back into your uniform?" "Yeah. It was busy and Michael really needed the help," then putting on airs, Harry says, "and while my favorite guest was resting, I thought I would pick up a few dollars." "But Michael said you were being paid for the day," Jay differed. "Oh right. Well, I made a $20 tip," he smooths out his explanation, hoping Jay would drop where this was headed. "Cool! I'm starved. But don't mention food around Jare right now!" "Promise," Harry laughed along with Jay. "By the way, Michael says you can stay here as long as you want." "Really? That's so nice of him," Jay replies. Jared, returning from heaving up his guts, appeared barechested, a towel around his neck. Same time, Jay was just as surprised as Jared, asks, "You have a key?" Like he owned Korbeau's, Joseph replies, "I am security, remember?" Maurice was with him, claiming, "I'm so sorry. I had nothing to do with this, I swear," he swore, with Scout's honor! Jay's attitude took a dive, "To do with what?" "Yeah," Jared sided with his brother. Chiming in, Harry says, his cool dropping at bit, "Yeah, what's up?" Though, Joseph, being an investigative person, in addition to the other hats he could very well wear, sees the tension, feels it in Harry's voice, "You!" he pokes Harry in the chest, "You're what's up!" Because there were others in the room, just about all who were waiting in the lobby for Jared to recover and Jay to get some beautyrest, outside the door, Garret McVeigh and Jay's new buddies, Conner and Tim, also came as `backup'. However, the real backup was Ian Collins, once a rookie on the force, now a full-fledged policeman, the only cop who knows how to fly a helicopter, which has been sitting in the yard, waiting for someone to come along who had the proper credentials. Ian fit the bill. Unofficially, Ian was on location, entertaining his buddy from back home, while he was in town. He had pled with his bud to stay in the lobby, but knew it was falling on dead ears, at least cautioning him, "Whatever happens, Eduardo, keep your back to the wall." "What happens if a bullet comes through the wall?" Taking Eduardo by the shoulders, Ian physically moves his friend from one side of the hallway to the other, "Try this wall, smartass?" "You don't have to get violent," Eduardo replies. Ian smirked, but dropped the fascination for Eduardo's cocky smile, when Joseph calls his attention, "Ps-s-s-s-s-st!" Back home, Nebraska for both of them, for Eduardo, a failed business in his field of exploration and being out in the wilderness failed to draw in customers. Instead of hanging around and going on unemployment, he jumped ship and headed out California way. There, he found a boyfriend who was into surfing. Loving the lifestyle, though keeping his cool whits about himself, he surfed almost around the clock; at least in the waking hours. Unfortunately, the guys he hung with wanted to surf the SA route, whereas it didn't fit the lifestyle of a nature boy. Heading out to the High Sierras, he rekindled his love for nature, met up with a forest ranger and spent a few years with him. With fund cuts, they were forced to go separate ways, Eduardo taking with him all he had learned, which also encompassed how to passionately make love to a man. At Ian's invitation, he came east, but longed to head back to the Rockies, except right now he didn't have any source of income to travel. Thinking about those days, and nights, with his ranger, Eduardo was suddenly woken out of his reverie, hearing Joseph yell, "Freeze!" The gist of it, as far as Eduardo knew, from Joseph filling in Ian, Harry Troup wasn't exactly the saint he pictured himself. No one had a clue, until Joseph entered Jay's room before this, had found Harry hovering over the sleeping brothers, snapping away on his camera. Rather than surprising the culprit, Joseph backed out and allowed the evidence to accumulate. Leaving things be for a moment he made a mad dash down to the lobby and alerted Michael. That's where he ran into Ian, whom he had the inside info, was a cop, or on the verge of being sworn in. Convincing Ian he would make the first move, on behalf of `Michael's', Joseph sounded the alert. "Anyone move and I blow his brains out!" No one but Harry could tell where the gun came from, but now it was most important focus of attention. "Over here, sweetheart," he referred to Jared, grabbing both ends of the towel, still around Jared's neck. "Hold on," Jared play along, his neck at risk, "I'm sure we can work this out without anyone getting hurt," he included himself, prying fingers keeping Harry from wringing his neck! All Jared could think about is Jay, lying there on the bed and as he knew would happen, his brother falling into a state of hyperventilating, a state of panic on his face. Not moving, as instructed, Jared chanced moving his lips, "Ease up, Jay!" `Jay' came out as a high soprano note. At least there was an ounce of goodness in Harry, allowing Jared to slide, but instructing, "We're going to move out of here and no funny business, Joseph!" Trading Jared off for Ian, he grabbed the young cop-to-be by the shoulder of his uniform, which just this morning Ian thought it would be fun to try out, knowing Eduardo was into `uniforms'. Joseph and Ian made a forced exit, hands in the air. Out in the hallway, even though they could not be seen, Conner and Tim did likewise. Maurice was left behind with Jared and Jay, which was good, feeling Jay needed some counseling. Earlier, because he knew what to do in the wild, Eduardo's brain kicked in like it was on automatic. Slipping away quietly, as if coming upon a family of bears, he found a linen closet. It was locked! Taking out a keyring, he picked out a tool, something straight, a little crook in the end and picked the lock open with no sweat. He hid inside, door open a crack, just enough to see, as normally would, a dangerous animal or stranger on a path. He was good at keeping hidden, without noise, or else scaring away the prey or worse case scenario, draw danger to himself. At the moment, his prey was moving out the door, the one Joseph called, `Harry', dragging a guy, Harry's front up to the other guy's back. In the hallway, Harry instructs, "Take your belts off." When Tim and Conner didn't make a move, Harry set the end of the barrel of the gun to Ian's chest, wrinkling his new shirt with a decisive indentation, "That means you two, too!" Tim turns Conner, "But I'm not wearing a belt!" Lifting his shirt, there wasn't anything Conner hadn't seen, Tim's dark brown treasure trail, a little more shaggy below the hole, than above, but they could all see, the empty loops, "See?" It wasn't a problem, more an asset where Harry was concerned, making Joseph tie them together, back to back, with one belt. After tying them, Joseph instructs, "Sit down, now!" However, Harry thought this taking too long, kicks Conner in the side of the butt. "Shit!" Conner calls out, Tim feeling the brunt of being shoved up against a hallway door, both piling up on the floor in front of it. "There was no need for that, Harry?" Joseph was fuming. Knowing how a dude with a gun can get, trigger-happy, Ian calms, "Let it go, Joseph." Then, with his own belt, nice leathery type with little silver studs embedded, Harry made Ian tie Joseph's hands behind his back. Fortunately Joseph could sit. Harry did have a short burst of humor, making Joseph sit on Conner's pubes, which he did softly, sliding his own ass down the door. Then, something he didn't think of, someone to tie Ian up, instead Harry made a lasso and looped it around his neck, as if a dog being collared. "You're going to choke me..." "That's the idea," Harry smiled. "In case you get any ideas, don't forget I have this pointed at your left nip!" Ian didn't like it much, Harry's joking attitude, but there were other things more important at the moment. He wondered what happened to Eduardo, but at this point hoped he would stay clear. Unknowing to anyone, Eduardo was walled in by asses piled up at his door! Joseph, the only one he assumed, could see someone slowly combing the hallway behind Harry. Knowing his looking in that direction suddenly could cause Harry to look, he made like no one was there. At first he thought a plumber, a plunger in his hand, but then could see out of the corner of his eye a familiar face, the night manager, Jojo Manu. The ball was set rolling instantly, Jojo yelling, "Yo!" Joseph knew, the 6'4 height of the New Zealander would be an asset in overpowering `short Harry'. What he wasn't keen on, the purpose of the plunger. Normally Jojo would not be carrying one, though the way Michael ran things, he could very well be on his way to a stopped up toilet, as much as himself... The drama started immediately, Jojo making his own joke, "You! Shit-face!" Even in times of trouble, Joseph had to feel humor. Sometimes when Jojo, meaning well, said something, it came out very unconvincing, like something not normal to a person. Regardless, anything seemed realistic to Harry turning around, swinging his gun in Jojo's direction, almost choking the living daylights out of Ian, both of his hands prying at the leather belt around his neck! Jojo was way too fast, lurching forward with the plunger socked Harry right in the face. His other hand was on Harry's hand, which Joseph would sweat later hearing bones breaking and the gun, sounding off, putting a hole in the ceiling. Seeing a few curious guests, Jojo yells out in his booming basso voice, "Get back to your rooms!" Michael and some others, gathered at the other end of the hallway witnessed Jojo grab Harry's hand, but when the gun went off, they jumped like soldiers onto the floor. "It is over," Jojo's accent catches on the words, grabbing the cuffs from Ian's belt, before seeing if Ian was okay. As he rolls Harry onto his stomach, cuffs him. Jojo first goes for Ian, loosening the belt from around his neck, "You are a brave hostage!" "I'm okay," the next-to-be policer officer says, in modesty. "I'm glad of that," Jojo says with seriousness, then cracks a little smile. Walking over to where Joseph is, Jojo unties his colleagues belt, saying, "First time for you, Joseph?" It wasn't much of a secret, Joseph loving the leather life and all which goes with it, "First. Sorry, I know you would have wanted your way with me, Jojo," he laughs! Untying Tim and Conner, the door finally opens, Eduardo saying, "Did I miss much?" "There you are!" Ian says, after turning Harry over to two police officers who had waited outside in the corridor of the L-shaped hallway. After exchanging a few words with Jojo, Joseph exclaims, "Oh my god, my two buds!" he hustles towards their room. Entering, Jared was still barechested, sitting in an easy chair, jumping out of it, "Is it over?" "It's over," Joseph says slowly, after seeing Jay on the bed, Dr. Roundtree next to him. Knowing he was under the scrutiny of Joseph's eyes, Maurice says, "I was trying to keep Jay calm." Smiling, saying in a cocky manner, Joseph replies, "Oh really? Well, all this has shaken me up quite a bit. I might need you to hold my hand later too!" Poking his head in the door, Jojo says, "Joseph, the police have some questions for you." "Like I said... later," Joseph excuses himself. "Bye Joey," Jay says, turning his attention back to the doctor. "Thanks very much for all your help, Dr. Roundtree," Jared says, looking for a shirt. Since all the rooms had the same dresser, he pulls one open, only to say, "Oops! I forgot," he stands from bending over, "this isn't our room!" It would not be the first time Jared has looked into another man's dresser drawer. "Help yourself," Maurice smiles, knowing what Jared has come upon. Holding a shoestring pair of briefs, dangling from one finger, Jared says, "You wear this for your patient's benefits?" "I don't mix business with pleasure," Maurice says. Jay, having experienced some of Maurice's expertise, says, "Oh really?" he sticks a finger into the side of Maurice's pants, "Like, what are you wearing now?" Invading a man's privacy, especially when they didn't know him all that well, Jared says, "Jay?" "What?" Jay replies, finger still down the side of Maurice's pants. Bailing Jay out, Maurice says, "Why don't I show you!" Jared bit his lip, not opposed to Maurice lying back, unbuckling his belt and unzipping. "You're such a gentleman, Jare!" Jay laughs his ass off, seeing his older brother wanting this out as much as himself. "Quiet!" Turning to the doctor, Jay says, "I wish I could help you Maurice," he giggles. "I think I need some help!" he was a good sport, leaving the little ketch on his pants fastened. Sliding down, he says, "Let me know if you can reach." However, Jay could only reach with one hand. Suddenly there was a big bounce on the bed, Jared diving in on his knees, "I always help Jay when he's in need!" "Cutting in on my scene, bro?" Jay glances at Maurice. "Like I said, Jay..." Maurice reminds... "I know. You can be my doctor and you can be my friend, but we can't screw around in bed," Jay states the rules Maurice already has drawn up. "You're Jay's doctor?" first Jared has heard. "You said I'm responsible enough," Jay miscontrues his brother's advice on running his own store. "I got my own shrink!" True, Jared thinks, especially where it's come to his own mental counselor being lax in scheduling Jay's next appointment. Accepting it, Jared says, "Well, one thing is good. I'm not Dr. Roundtree's patient. I can mess around with him!" sticks his tongue out at Jay. "Too bad I can't kick my leg. I would put you out of commission for that remark, Jare!" Jay laughs. Maurice lay back, taking it all in, deciphering what was real and what remain as inner feelings. Generally, the consensus drawn up in his mind was, the brothers were so close, nothing would bother the other, remarks taken in fun and laughter, which made him join in on the merrymaking, "Well Jared, my pants are still buttoned up!" "Go for it, bro," Jay tells him, putting hands behind his head in a relaxed position, "maybe I'll get a rise yet!" Instead of going for it, as much as he would like to see what packed Maurice's crotch, there were some things in the day left open ended, "As much as I would," Jared backs off the bed, "we still have employees waiting at the store for us?" It was like a cue, for Joseph to enter, two raps on the door, "Most have gone home." "I see," Jared stares Joseph in the eyes. "Oh! Before I forget!" Joseph runs outside the door. Coming back, he tugs a leash, "Remember this guy?" Thor rushes towards Jay, jumping on the bed, Jay responding with gladness of heart, "Tho-o-o-o-o-or, ol' buddy, didja miss me?!" "How did you get Thor to stay outside the door and not wander off or wander in?" Jared asks. Knowing the possibility of the question coming up, Joseph had prepped his answer, "Obedience school?" "Well, you don't think Thor would be happy cooped up in a motel room for week, do you?" While Jared and Joseph talked about promises, Joseph promising Esmerelda he would introduce her to a cute honey down at the police station, it bought him room and board for Thor for a week, stating, "Esmerelda says Thor has been her best graduate in all the time she has been running her obedience school!" he was proud of himself for thinking of it! "Oh really? How many years has this school been in business?" Joseph smiles, says, "About a month, but I don't think she's really into making a go at it. Small island. Not many interested in having their pets trained." "I see," Jared stutters. "How many pets has she trained?" Joseph made it look like he was counting millions, "Three or four." "So," Jared smiles, because Joseph was being so cute, "your friend took Thor and turned him into a guinea pig?" "No. Trust me. Esmerelda knows her stuff!" Closing in on Joseph, Jared says as he runs the back of his hand up and down Joseph's front, "I bet she does!" "Hey guys! Look!" "What am I looking at?" Jared asks. "Thor. He's sitting there and not doing anything!" Jay replies, proud he got Thor to sit up and hold the pose. "Wonderful," Jared says with little enthusiasm, his focus more on Joseph's shirt, missing a button, the fur showing through. Meanwhile, having their conversation, Maurice has picked out a pile of clothing, presenting it, "I found some things which might be in your size, Jared." Waving his eyebrows, Joseph asks, "Got any in my size?" he chortles. "No he doesn't, Joey," Jay replies, "this isn't a bear-trading post!" "Why don't you help Jared get ready, Maurice?" Joseph says, "While I sit here and tickle-torture this wiseguy!" Even though he had no objections over Maurice following him into the loo, Jared dissuades, "I don't really need help..." He was a psychiatrist. He knew these plays for affection, turning around, "Oh, then I will wait outside." "Well, maybe I need a little help!" Jared calls after him. His hand was about to grasp the doorknob, Maurice turning about face, "Might need a little help myself!" "Oh! You're showering?" It wasn't part of his midday schedule, but Maurice fit himself in, "Don't want to turn your employees off at your store because of the stench!" Righteously, Jared thought Maurice smelled sweet, like he had just exited the shower, but lied, "Nice of you to do that for me... I mean my employees." After waiting for Jared and Maurice to exit, Joseph takes the liberty of stretching out on the bed, "Well, it's you and me, until whenever!" "Whenever what?" Jay asks. Feeling nervy, Joseph responds, "You act like you're trying to get rid of me!" On the contrary, Jay loved it when the furry bod, stretched out on the bed, Joseph having slipped the eyelets of his shirt open, was in his reaches, "Me? Get rid of all this?" Joseph swats Jay's hand away from feeling up the hair between his nips, "Is that all I'm good for?" Knowing there could be more and the one who could tell all, Jay says, "I suppose if I really want to know, all I'd have to do is ask Jare!" He had already made up his mind, Jared telling him `a little tale' about the lifestyles the two brothers shared earlier on in life, the perfect time, ideal moment, for Joseph to let on he knew, "Your brother keeps no secrets from his best friend!" It stunned Jay, yet Joseph was his best friend too, so after a period of silent thinking, "I suppose if you know," he shrugs a shoulder, "you know." Shimmying his slightly curved stomach over towards Jay, Joseph reacts, with a hand smoothing over the side of Jay's face, "And no one else is going to hear it from me." Without a doubt, Jay knew he could trust Joseph, almost like a second brother, changing from worrying what Joseph was thinking, to confidence, "Maybe sometime we can have a threeway," clarifying it, "you, Jare and me?" The sex was good with Jared, something Joseph never complained about, but he looked upon Jay more as a younger brother, unable to even think about something like having sex together, "No offense," his hand slides down Jay's chest, stomach, crossing zones, from the feeling part to the `dead' zone, hand sliding under the cover, "but it's not for the fact the plumbing ain't working, but..." "I know," Jay smiles. "You know?" Joseph wonders. "Let's just say, you're more to me, like an older brother, than a lover, Joey?" "Oh. Right," Joseph didn't let on, thinking the same thing, "but it's nice having brothers. Like, I never had any, you know?" "I know," Jay smiles. "You know?" "Joey, get a grip. Remember when you and Jare got drunk and he asked you about it, had to do stuff to you to make you tell?" It had slipped his mind, "Oh, right," it all came back to Joseph, Jared and he naked, on the living room floor, Jared having him pinned to the floor, bare ass hovering over his face, a hand around his precious jewels and threatening to `sit' if he didn't spill the beans on his family life! "What would you have done if Jare sat down on your face?" Jay asks, laughing. "I think your brother would have found out I was faking it, allowing him pin to me to the floor?" Jay then asks, "Were you faking it when you told Jare you liked his hairy ass?" Claiming Jay in error, "I didn't say I liked his hairy ass. What I said was, for the record, he `had' a hairy ass!" Again smiling, Jay renders, "Oh. I was kind of amazed you allowed Jare to circle your balls and give a little pull?" in other words, round about way of asking if he liked ball torture, knowing it's one of the dungeon activities Joseph liked doing to other guys. The way Joseph put it was touching, "It was your brother. Anyone else and I would have punched their lights out." "Oh, so that means I can play with your balls and get away with it?" Knowing Jay was being theoretical, Joseph asks, "Do you want to play with my balls?" Giggling, Jay says, "Only in the way which will make you hard, oozing and maybe shoot your load?" An evil look, grin forms on Joseph's face, "When was the last time you touched a man, `there?'" "Yesterday. Evan and me were seeing if our sparkplugs would make the engine turn over!" Joseph roared with laughter saying, "It would take quite a spark to turn this submarine's engine!" Seeing Joseph gesture, hand to his crotch, Jay says, "Are you hard now?" "No offense," Joseph laments, "it's soft." Casually, Jay says, "Well I know I'm not a big turn on." "Apparently to Evan, you are!" "He can be a blast," Jay replies. "Oh? How do you mean that?" Joseph still tries stimulating Jay under the cover. Knowing Joseph's hand still at play, "Not in the way you're trying to make me `blast?'" He withdrew his digits, "Was it working?" "Nada!" "Can't say I didn't try," Joseph communicated much more, always being a sweet helper to the brothers. "Speaking of Evan, how's he doing?" "In all the excitement, I thought it best to leave him in the lobby. Tim and Conner hurried back to him, last I checked." Hearing moaning sounds from the shower, Jay says, "I think you better go check on Jare, or we'll never get to my store today!" "My pleasure," Joseph smiles, rising up off the bed. With insight, Jay says, "How could I tell?" Taking off his opened security shirt, his signature vest over it, Joseph says, "Never can tell what hot steam will do to leather!" The shirt he could care less, but the leather vest he has worn for years, Joseph folds gently, treating it like a precious friend. Knowing he could be waiting a little longer, Jay says, "Could prove quite uncomfortable if those leather pants were to shrink, Joey?" he laughs. Caught changing from his job, to lunch apparel, which for Joseph meant the possibility of picking up hot guys on the street, without really trying, chaps were a good lure. "Ya think?" Joseph says, already unthreading the laces which holds his junk in place. He's said it once, said it twice, numerous times, Jay drooling over Joseph's hairy front, "Damn you're so beautiful, Joey!" Already semi-rock-solid, Joseph wanted to head on in to the shower, but like Jay's words were leading him on in a different direction, "I am, am I?" he stood there at the side of the bed, flaunting his hairy muscle-pecs, fuzzy stomach and partially hidden erection, reaches up, teases his own nips with thumbs. "Well, this is only `my' opinion," Jay puts on airs, "but I think your pubes could use a little trim?" "Really?" Joseph plays up to Jay, as if in casual conversation, kneeling on the bed, rolling his balls over in hand, "Like how so?" he allows his semi- to flop up and down. Playing Joseph's game, or adding a rule of his own, Jay tells him, "If you come closer I can show you?!" "Sounds like a set up to me," Joseph inches closer, walking on his knees, hand removed, with sexual intent, to keep his balls in traction, swinging in rhythm with the sway of his big cock, purposely moving his hips so his shaft would shrug back and forth. "I agree," Jay's attention is drawn from Joseph's sexy smile to swing-time and back! Then Joseph gets a kooky idea, "Wouldn't it throw your brother a curve if he came out of the shower and found me straddling you and making like a lover to you?" A few minutes before, Joseph put it to Jay bluntly, Jay feeling vengeful, "Do you `want' to make love to me, Joey?" "Um," he had second thoughts about the brotherly love feelings, "it's occured to me once or twice, but," he stutters, "this would only be a prank on your brother." "Right," Jay says, wanting it, yet feeling reserved about Joseph tongue-licking him up and down. Before anything could transpire, Joseph, leaning over Jay, just to talk, looked like more than it was, when Jared exits the steamy room, "What's this, Joseph?" "I can explain!" Joseph says, sitting up on his butt, swinging a leg over Jay, like dismounting from a horse. A stranger, Jared might have been disturbed over a naked guy getting it on with his bro, but instead used as a vehicle, "Of course, Joseph, why else would I think you were ready to plunder and rape!" Playing dirty, nicely, Joseph says, "Oh, like I did you?" Jay slips, "You did Jare, too, Joey?" Maurice, gathering facts as they come, says, "The plot thickens," a thumb in his navel, using it as a pivot to graze the towel over his pubes, Maurice restirs something only minutes ago, was stiff. Spotting it, Joseph says, "Pleasuring yourself, Maurice?" Seeing this going nowhere, except the gutter, Jared says, "I think we should all get decent?" Joking, Jay says, "Don't do anything on my account!" They all did agree on one thing, leather not being the attire to where to the store, so Joseph departed their company. Strangely, Thor didn't know who to follow. As if a person, he looked towards Jay, then flicked his head towards Joseph at the door. Sweetly, Joseph says, "You have a new master to follow." Like personal relationships go, Jay could see a glint in Joseph's eye, like a tear ready to be shed. Instead, with the door closing, he could see the melancholy in his canine friend, Thor going to the door and scratching it. "I feel so bad, Jare," ready to cry himself. "As I understand it," Maurice steps into some briefs, filling the front of the fabric up, "that was a temporary situation. Your dog got to know Joseph as the kind person he is and now has to regain the companionship of having you around." With more insight, Jay says, "He wanted to go with Joey." Things were then left unsaid, Thor standing on his hind legs, at the foot of the bed, paws up on the mattress. "Did you miss me, boy?" It was as if giving permission, Thor jumping up on the bed. Both men were in the process of buttoning up their shirts, when there came a rasp at the door. Jared jokes, "Wanna get that, Thor?" "Imbecile!" Jay calls his brother. Going for the door, light blue colored shirt, it made the fur on Jared's front stand out, opening it to, "Michael! What brings the boss' attention to us lowly people?" Giving Jared a going over with his eyes, "Your brother?" he hands Jared a shopping bag. "I had to go to the big apple yesterday and did a little `boy' shopping." "Lemme see who you've got in that bag for me!" Jay exclaims. Jared didn't mention it, but Maurice nodded, agreeing with him in respects, Jay, a little more lift to his excitement. It was like Christmas, Michael lifting stuff out of the big bag, "Not exactly Tom Daley, I got this top for you at..." "Do you think he could teach me to swim... again?" Jay blurts out. Jared cuts in, "I'm sure Jesse has something in mind for you and Evan, but let's concentrate on getting dressed and getting to your store?" "My store! Right! I almost forgot!" "Smarty!" Maurice softly speaks for Jared's benefit, sidetracking his brother. Being humble, Jared smiles. In haste, to try on all the new fashions from his magic bag, Michael helped dress Jay. He too notices, Jay moving in a way he could not, but a look to Jared speaks for him. It was like deja vu, Evan showing up at Jay's door, the two once again off and traveling down the hallway. Joseph, with friends all over the island, knew of a repairman who, no doubt, could fix anything, setting their chairs back in workable condition, with warning, "Take it easy guys and no more accidents?" "It's like talking to a wall," Jared tells him, the two racing off down the hallway. Maurice adds, "Isn't that how I almost got run down?" They curbed their behavior, when in the distance, they saw a hot guy get out of the elevator. Following was a female, girl friend, spouse, trick, whatever, it made Jared and Maurice turn to each other, Jared casually saying, "Poor guy." Maurice retorts, "Poor `us!'" % Finally, they made it `Tophers', only it wasn't called by the former, famous owner's name, Evan looking up, exclaiming, "Awesome! I know a guy who's famous!" "What's the meaning of this, Jare?" Jay voices opinion of the sign, reading, `Jay's Surf Shop'. Not which he didn't face up to his own situation, anxious to get inside, Jared says, "Ask your store manager, Tom?" "Tom?" Jay questions, the rest of the entourage filing inside. "Hey, how do you like it, Mr. Evans?" Tom greeted. It's only on occasion Jay has seen Tom Gerardi, which mainly it's been family picnics. Before his accident it was a little more often. Still, "You haven't changed at all, Tom." Tom smiled. At 37-years old, he could easily pass for the younger side of the goal post, "Thanks." He wanted to return the feeling, but he hadn't seen Jay for about a year, appearance not really changing. "All ready to begin a new chapter in your life?" he takes charge of the chair, rolling it up a plank onto a wooden porch at the front of the store. "I suppose, but could you do something for me?" "Anything," but thinking `gay', "well, almost anything!" "Can you call me `Jay' and not `Mr. Evans'?" Tom laughs, "Of course, but you know your brother, wanting to make your first day special. Let me clue you in, he's asked everyone to call you respectfully, `Mr. Evans'. Don't go making a big issue out of it. Go with it for now and you can change it as things go along?" "Sure," Jay looks up at the underside of Tom's black beard, smiling. Indoors, things were buzzing. "I thought this was a visit `before' the store opening?" he asks. "Eyes peering in the front door were too much to not open up. Call it a retailing managers instinct, but if people wait too long, they will go elsewhere," Tom extends logic. "I agree." It seemed Jared agreed as well, walking over to them, under Clark Coolidge, his human resource manager's wing, "What do you think?" Jared says excitedly, "We're open for business!" Going into this venture with hardly a clue to how it all goes, Jay says, "If it's good with you, it's good with me!" Out of the whole afternoon, he was amazed about Evan. Not even an employee of the surf shop, he was selling merchandise. It gave Jay some inspiration, thinking if Evan could be handicapped, and a salesman, he could very well pull off being a store manager, like Tom. Unknown to Jay, Jared was going out on a limb, turning over the management of J&J Marine to the dude bucking for a promotion at the marine store, JT Selkirk. Mentioning it, Jay is surprised, "I thought it was going to be you," he directs at Tom. "Me?" Tom replies, "Why, I'm too old to get up on a surfboard!" Though, Clark was just thinking, Tom never too old to get it up, regardless of the surfboard! Jay inquires, "Where's JT?" "Um," Tom stutters, "fixing a fitting room door. Maybe I should be helping him!" Clark fills them in, "Some young guy is stuck inside. Maybe I should help too!" Stuck with his brother there, Jay asks, "Does JT really need all that help?" Knowing Jay knew why they were all hasty to part company, Jare says, "Many hands make light work." "Gooey, too," Jay laughs! Wheeling Jay around the store, he was amazed at how wide the aisles had been placed. Happening upon Evan, Jay says, "Look at you, being a salesman!" "That's because I `am' a salesman. Tom gave me a job," Evan replies. "But I thought you were going to Warrior One with me?" Jay said pouty and unclear. "He is," Jared says. "Like you, Warrior One is a priority and then you come to work when you can. That's why we have others working here for you?" Knowing the troubled life Evan has had, most recently, Roy walking out on him, Jay says, "But Evan's my friend. I don't feel right being his boss?" Put on Jared's plate, he says, "JT being the store manager, he's going to be needing an assistant?" Evan jumps in with, "I don't know nothin' about being a manager!" "Like, I know how to run a store?" Jay counters. It sets them both off in laughter, slapping palms in high-5's! In Jared's mind, neither had to assume the positions, but it was a good sense of direction for both in life. He knew, most of the time, Jay and Evan would follow their hearts and not their minds and be on the beach for most of the summer, or hanging around Warrior One. Regardless, employees he has transferred from the main store, plus new hires, he knew the business would be built on solid status. Topher's was a big draw and he was sure Jay's Surf Shop even more so as time progressed. Such an eventful day, around 5pm, an hour before the official times stores on the main boulevard closed, Jay's Surf Shop had no choice but to do so. "Well, Jay, how do you think things went?" Jared touched his dozing brother's shoulder. "What day? Oh! Today. Yeah, the place sure was swamped!" "Hey, guess what, bro?" Evan comes rolling over, a big grin on his face. "What?" Jay asks back. "Clark says I should be made employee-of-the-month, for selling the most speedos in one day!" Looking down at the seat of Evan's chair, Jay says, "Hey, isn't that one of ours?" There was something else fishy with the speedo Evan had scantilly wrapped around his loins, "Yup!" Quiet until now, Jared says, "I think he had a little help from the roll of toliet paper in the little boys' room!" Looking down upon himself, Evan says, "Why? It's not showing, is it?" "Really, Ev?" Jay remarks. "Well, I can't be hard the whole day!" Jay rationalizes, "Well, I don't think you deserve an award, if the bulge isn't natural!" Walking over, from Jay's chair, to the back of Evan's, Jared says, "What's the difference if it's real or fake? Doesn't Viagra do the same?!" "You guys are pathetic," Jay tells them! "Fine," Evan complains, pouts, "take my award away that I didn't get yet!" With both arms resting on the top of Evan's shoulders, chest against the back of his head, Jared says, "I think we should cut him a break, bro. After all, good, honest sales help like Evan is tough to come by." It wasn't only that for Jay, already having a crush on him, "I know. I guess we'll keep him." "What about my award?" "Not only an award," Jared stands up, "but I'm taking you two out to dinner tonight!" "What about me?" Joseph stands there. "After all, security ain't cheap to come by these days, especially when it's free?" Jay laughs, says to that, plus his appearance, "What're you in, Joey? Plainsclothes?" "You got it... Hey, when things got busy, who do you think had to jump in there and lend a hand?" Hearing what Joseph said, Tim and Conner react, walking towards the small grouping, Conner sharing, "Don't forget who helped you snag those two high school kids, Joey?" Not one out for fame and glory, when someone else became part of the responsibility for his actions, Joseph says, "I have to admit, you have what it takes for a career in law enforcement, Conner." He was with Conner, but not part of snagging the two high schoolers stealing speedos, trying to conceal them in trying them on and then putting their boardshorts right on over, Tim says a meek, "What about me?" In his rendering, was also a jealous streak, thinking Joseph stealing Conner's attention in more ways than valor. "Of course!" Jared has an inkling towards the awkward looking situation. "You and Conner are buddies, right?" It suddenly dawns on Joseph, especially since he's caught himself, an arm over Conner's shoulder, like more than a buddy-buddy pose, lessens his grip, "Of course. They have something called an employee-of-the-month or something. I think you should get one!" it satisfies himself in saying, smile on his lips. "He can't. I'm already getting it," Evan says, not meaning to sound like a meany! Jay to the rescue, "Last time I checked, there's more than one month in a year?" Breaking up the monotony of the situation, plus any other toes getting stepped on, Jared says, as he looks up and sees the store manager, "Tom, you take care of closing, while I steal this little band away?" Fingering himself midchest, Joseph asks, "Does he mean me?" "Of course, Joseph. Who else is going to help pay for all these hungry men?" "Oh! You're paying me for today?" The young dudes were left alone, Jared and Joseph heading over to the fitting quarters, so Joseph could change from the boardshorts he fitted himself in. "Frankly, Joseph," Jared tells him, "if you're going to wear boardshorts, I think you should think about shaving." "Shaving?" Joseph snorted with vented audacity. "Calm down. I meant your legs," he allowed Joseph to use the office, since last minute shoppers tied up the public changing rooms, "not all of this," his waving hand draws attention the fabric of Joseph's chest and stomach. "Your brother would never forgive me!" Joseph stood there, naked, running flat hands down his thick furry pecs and stomach. "I didn't mean there," Jared watches Joseph's hands move down over his pubes. Behind closed doors, they could be who they wanted to be, Joseph drawing off past memories, "By the way, your brother knows that I know about you and him?" He knew this could probably get out, eventually, only glad it was Joseph and not someone else, reason Jared treated the subject so lightly, "Oh really? Did he mention anything about doing a threeway?" Fake-slapping Jared on the side of the face, other hand holding his 9.5c, Joseph says, "Shut the fuck up, before I make you kneel and take this monster down your throat!" "Like, you haven't tried, Joseph?" They stare at each other, first Jared smiling, breaking into a big grin, Joseph with a little less humor, "That better, never-ever get out!" "Why?" Jared toys, "What would your buddies down at the bondage club say if their big top-master-in-charge guy were ever shown pictures of boss-Joseph tied up and in the process of being played with?" "You still have the pictures?" "No. They burned in the fire, but I could always go down to the club and stir up trouble!" "Oh really?" Joseph stood up, folded arms around his middle, "And what would your friends say if I wrote a little bromance story, naming names and post it on Nifty Erotic Stories?" Even though they play each other, knew it, Jared exclaims, "You wouldn't?" He tried acting flustered, but didn't carry the weight, Joseph passing judgement, "You need acting lessons bad, Jared." Hearing a knock at the door, one which did not have a lock, Jared says, "You better get decent, Joseph!" Knowing the voice, not Jay, but one of his other employees, Jared purposely opens the door wide, which causes Joseph's hands to hide his crotch! Revealing his new acquaintance, Garrett McVeigh, he says, "I hope I'm interrupting something!" he grins. Grabbing Garrett by the shoulder of the shirt, Jared hauls him inside, "Here, help Joseph get ready," he exits. Now, with just Joseph and Garrett, face to face, things are only a little different, Garrett saying, "Mm-mm, don't you look delicious!" Totally, with allegiance towards friendship, Joseph says, "Don't forget you have a boyfriend." "Yeah," Garrett remembers, even though it's only been a couple of days, says of it, "that's why I'm shopping with my eyes and not my hands," he places them behind his back, as if a cop cuffed them there. "My favorite position," Joseph says as he leans on the desk to steady himself, feeding legs into briefs. Breaking slave position, grabbing a chair, sitting in it backwards, Garrett shoots the breeze, "By the way, we got a new applicant down at the Spin Club... for the dungeon!" "What?!" Joseph perks up, looks at Garrett with raised brows, "Who? For what? What position is he? Is he cute? How big is he?" Summing it all up, Garrett says, "Everything you want in a man, Joseph, but I also have to say they hired a new, young master-type as well!" "What the fuck?" It threw a downer into Joseph's elated spirit. "Yeah. 21-years old, 6'1-muscle god, smooth all the way down..." "Nice interview. What about the bottom-boy?" Joseph didn't seem to think things were looking up for him. "Hardly a boy at 37-years old!" Joseph didn't care, as long as he was hot, "Stats?" Only on occasion would an interviewee wind up stripped down. For the dungeon club, looks were everything! "Not much different from you. Tall, and don't take this wrong, but unlike you, a lot less fat..." "What?" Joseph exclaims, grabbing what part of his stomach he could, being a gymrat himself! "Okay, but you've got more in your pants. I think. I couldn't rightfully judge on account of, when they set about to have Sam show his stuff, using Aris as the pawn, they..." "Not Aris Flock!" "You know him?" Garrett asks. "The pool guy." "Yeah, former job, he quit. I don't know why. I'm not in the interviewing business at the Spin Club." "They hired him for the dungeon?" Joseph is all keyed up, licking his lips with lust. Jared busts in, "We're all ready, Joseph! Will you stop playing with your frank and beans and get ready?" "Fuck you, Jared!" Joseph said to the door, cracked open. Invited to dinner anyway, Joseph thought it was he doing the inviting, wanting to find out every little detail about the former pool netter. More then willing, Garrett exclaims, with teeth gleaming, "Sure. I'm always up for a free meal!" % Copyright 2014 T. Chase McPhee `MAkiNG WaRRioRs', and developing segments of this story, may not be sold, nor made part of any collection, without prior consent from the author.