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The story below is a work of fiction, set in the
format of reality. Any resemblance to real people is
entirely coincidental in nature. It is not meant to
accurately reflect upon persons in towns, cities, or
governmental areas, in which the story is staged. If a
sexual scene involving male-to-male relationships
offends you, then you should not read this story.
Additionally, if you are under 18 years of age, in
most state and countries, you are not allowed to read
this story by law. Check with your local laws
regarding such. Sexual safety matters. This is
fiction. Use protection in real life. Got condom?

"The Tidelight Zone" 01  (M/M oral anal)
wriTten by T. Chase McPhee

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Author's note: Since the first segment of 'TZ' had
been published to the list, in January of this year, 
In case you would like to reread segment 01, it is
here for your convenience. If you remember segment 01,
then scroll down to segment 02 and continue.

%

Sundown, in case you boys havent noticed?

Three of the four surfers watched the horizontal
motion of the waves, their hands over their eyes, arms
out straight to their right sides, as if saluting the
sunset.

Eltons remark, to Officer Blair seemed a strange one,
Mehmet sure looks smooth out there, doesnt he,
Steve?

Policing the beach, he assumed the same position, his
hand protecting his eyes from the sunrays that helped
the day to depart from its earthly triumph, as he
watched the surf-rider.

Sure does, The twenty-six year old officer replied,
unconsciously adding, Very.

While the three bare-chested, Speedo-clad youths ran
to greet their Egyptian friend, Officer Blair
departed, continuing on his patrol.

Be sure to tell Mehmet I said he looked good out
there.

You bet, Steve, Marc replied, as the three hustled
towards the shoreline.

Hey, Elton, why doesnt Steve just come out with it
and say he likes the guy?

Give it time, Anthony.

Like me, I saw that I wanted you man, so did I hang
back?

Everybodys different, Anthony. Give Steve some
space. Hell come around, Elton told his nineteen
year old lover, rustling his dark brown, bushy hair.

Yeah, okay.

Hey Mehmet, twenty year old Marc called out, as
Anthony and Elton chatted with him about his awesome
surfboarding.

What is it, Marc?

Steve said to tell you that you looked good.

Where is he? Mehmet inquired, looking towards the
lay of the land, then up and down the beach.

You know. He had to go finish his rounds, but he
wanted me to make sure I told you.

Oh.

The other three watched for a few seconds, as Mehmet
stood there, his face to the wind, as if a dog
following his masters scent, catching it, as it
floated down on the tail breeze.

Mehmet, its sundown. Weve got to go. I promised
Steve.

Yes, alright.

Packing their boards under their arms, the four lit
out for their room at the Fairmont Kea Lani Maui
hotel. Nineteen year old Elton Morrison III and his
family had been on holiday, when the nineteen year old
befriended Mehmet DuVailer. 

Come to find out, Mrs. Morrisons sister, Jane
Trivette, had a sister-in-law named DuVailer. This was
the sisters cousin. To Mrs. Morrison, however, any
relation, near or distant was to be considered an
immediate part of the family.  She had been equally
fascinated the cousin had married a Frenchman, whom
shared an Egyptian heritage and marveled at the
handsome offspring.  

Deep down in side, she always knew Elton to be
different and wasnt at all surprised when he
divulged to her his gay sexually. His father was not
thrilled, but soon came around, with the mothers
help.  Sally Morrison and her sister Jane had been
friends for life, living but a high fence apart. They
often shopped, lunched together and attended the same
bridge club. Mr. Trivette had passed on two years
ago, just after Marc graduated from high school. He
never lived to see his sons first day of college.
Again, it had been Sally to the rescue, when Jane came
to her, heartbroken at hearing Marc tell her he was
gay. Its through her sons and Marcs revelations
that Sally had formed a parents support group,
through their church, for parents of children, coming
out. It has made all the world of difference, for so
many folks. 

Francine DuVailer agreed to move their lodgings, so
the Morrisons and Trivettes could get to know each
other. Sally made all the arrangements, with the
Fairmont Kea Lani Maui, situating the DuVailers
within walking distance of their own hotel room.
Through some very persuasive tactics, she gave in to
Eltons whim, to arrange a suite for himself, Marc,
Mehmet and Marcs friend who came along, Anthony
Bosco.

Beautiful, El. Man, how did you convince your mom to
spring for this?

Told her I needed some time alone with you, Anthony.
Yknow, breed you make her and dad some
grandchildren?

How about trying right now? Anthony asks Elton.

Not horned up enough.

I can take care of that. No sweat, El!

Hey you guys you mind?

Marcs head nodding, gave them the hint to cool it on
the multiplication tables. Staring out the long glass
pane, to the ocean, Mehmet stood, one hand on his
torso, his thumb tucked into the elastic of his
speedo, his other hand freely rubbing his lightly
tanned, dark-haired chest.

Placing both hands on Mehmets shoulders, Marc moved
his chest almost up to the young Egyptians back. He
rubbed gently.

Whats irking you Mehmet?

Oh nothing, Marc. I think I could have done a better
job at surfing the waves today.

Yeah, I think so, too.

You do? Mehmet replied, acting surprised.

Not wanting to dive into the impending subject, Marc
deviated to another.

Cmon, lets go get some dinner before these horny
bastards start multiplying like bunnies!

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Reporting back to the beach patrol station, Steve
Blair entered the locker room. Before he reached his
locker, he already had unbuttoned the front of his
light blue shirt. 

Hot one, huh Steve?

Oh yeah. Tell me about it, Jerry.

All the other guys are gone. If you want, Ill wash
your back - you wash mine?

Sure. Get the shower warmed up.

Already did, Steve. Just waiting for you to do a
striptease for me!

Yeah right, Jerry.

Hey, whats the matter Steve. You act like youre in
love or something!

Is that shower hot yet?

Im getting on it Im getting on it

Steve smiled, watching the five foot, nine inch
paunchy man walk away. He could tell by the tanned ass
that Jerry did some nude bathing out back of the beach
patrol building. It wouldnt be unheard of, seeing a
fellow officer on his lunch hour, sacking out in the
secluded, high walled area, without a stitch of
clothing on.

Keying the lock, Steve peeled his shirt back, pulling
it from his pants. A hand rubbed his hairy, brown
chest, lubed up with sweat. His right palm passed over
his left nip. Closing his eyes, he sighed with
pleasure. He smiled, when he remembered, seeing from a
distance, Mehmet, looking upwind for him today, as he
hid behind the palm tree. His right limb proceeded to
follow the dark, tight trail to his beltline, where
the other hand met it, to unfasten the waist hardware.


Hey Steve, youre bleeding the faucets dry! Came the
loud shout from the distant shower room, that broke
his daydream.

Im coming. Keep your shirt on! Steve yelled back.

Quickly undressing and stuffing his pants in the
locker, his shirt balled up and on top, Steve
hightailed it to the steamy room.

Cmon Steve. You look as tense as hell.

Yeah, I am a bit.

A bit? My foot, Steve.

It wasnt the first time that Jerry offered to use his
magic fingers on Steves shoulders. Under the heated
streams of waters, they became sublime, combing out a
days frustration. 

Oooooh, Steve groaned, as his head tilted to the
side and back.

Feel good, does it?

Oh, you know it does, Jerry.

%

"The Tidelight Zone" 02 
wriTten by T. Chase McPhee


%

Even though their parents requested it, the four
friends decided on dining at their own private table.

Anthony has the guys lean in, to tell them, Check out
the babe sitting at the bar.

Other than Anthonys, three heads turn towards the
bar.

Damn guys, do you have to make it so obvious?

Elton replies, What a hottie!

I found him first, Anthony claims responsibility.

Only one problem with that, as Anthony gets a sock
in the shoulder, by Eltons fist, youre already
attached!

However, its Marc whom picks up on the features, In
my book, hes def a hottie!

Getting clammy, Elton changes his mind, wavering his
hand as measurement, Semi-hot.

You better say that, El or else Im outta here!

Elton knew his nineteen year old lover joked, but
Anthony added, Hey, maybe we should invite him over
for a drink? 

I take that back. Hes a full-fledged hottie, Elton
replies.

What? 

Yeah, fix Mehmet up with a dinner date, Elton
changes the subject.

No thank you, Mehmet replies. 

Well if you dont want him, Mehmet, hes fair game,
Marc says, getting up out of his chair, cracking his
knuckles.

After Marc vacates his seat, Mehmet tells the
remaining couple, Besides my father is sitting over
there. If he ever finds out that Im gay, well lets
just hope he never finds out.

But its okay, Mehmet. My mom will talk to him and
put things right, Elton replies.

Anthony adds, Yeah, Els mom is into that kind of
smooth it over with the rents stuff.

No. My father will never accept the idea of a man
loving a man.

To break the ice, Elton comments, Looks like Marcs
scored already.

Yeah, lets make room for another plate, Anthony
agrees with Elton.

Elton snaps his finger, upon which a waiter catches
Eltons eye. Pointing to his plate, the fellow catches
on, nodding at the will of suggestion.

Hmm, I wish I could command a guy that easy, Anthony
suggests, only for Eltons ears.

I hope its this guy, or youre in big trouble,
dude!

Without reservations, Anthony assures Elton, with a
peck on his cheek.

Hey guys, meet Jay Bontempo. These are my good
buddies, Elton, Anthony and Mehmet, Marc introduces
the hottie.

Pleasure to meet you fellas, Jay says, in an
outgoing manner, reaching to shake each of the young
guys hands.

Mehmet, thats Egyptian, isnt it? Jay asks right
out, as he sits between the light brown skinned teen
and Anthony.

Yes, although my father is of mixed French blood,
Mehmet educates Jay.

Lost for words, Jay replies, Still, um nice thing to
have.

Can I freshen your drinks, gentlemen? The waiter
asks.

Anthony, seeing that Eltons eyes are lingering too
long on the twenty-something waiter, steps on his toe.

Oh! Oh yeah, sure, here sir, I mean mister, I mean
El fidgets for words.

Anything, to get him out of hot water, this time!

Extracting his little badge from his white shirt, the
waiter replies with a smile, The names John.

John what? Elton asks, suffering another one of
Marcs heel to his toe.

John Battelle.

However, did Elton get a jolt, when John turns to
Anthony and asks, And you are? I mean, would you like
me to freshen your drink, sir?

At least Elton didnt do any foot stomping. For
himself, it was just good enough to punch Anthonys
leg with a hefty swing of his own, against it.

Um, sure, you can freshen this up for me, John, Marc
replies, smiling.

Right away, sir.

Take notice how John skipped right over me and went
for you?

Jealous, El?

Me? Jealous? Oh no. Why would I want to be like you,
Anthony?

Me? Jealous, El?

Marc pipes up, Hey guys, can we cool it in front Jay
here?

Hey, thats fine with me. Might even be able to help
you out, since Im getting my degree in psychology,
Jay tells them.

Elton replies, I dont think were ready for a
head-shrinker yet, but thanks anyway Jay.

Um, can we change the subject here? This is supposed
to be pleasure, not business? Marc stresses.

Well, if you guys change your minds, I graduate after
one more semester and Ill be hanging my shingle out
right here in the Fairmont Kea Lani.

Right here, Jay? In the hotel? Marc probes.

Yes. Ive convinced the owners that people arriving
in Hawaii, are essentially getting away from it all,
which means they are trying to leave behind stress and
anxiety. I suggested to the owners of Kea Lani, why
not send them home with some strategies to work out on
their return?

Sounds like youve got it made, Elton tells Jay.

Yeah, well it helps that my old man owns the resort!

Oh, so does that mean the meal is on the house? Marc
jokes.

Depends on what you order for dessert, Marc, Jay
replies, sort with a grin.

Nobody but Marc could tell that Jay Bontempos hand
lay on his fellow Italians thigh, rubbing, getting
closer to the part between his legs.

Acting like he didnt get it, Marc replies, The Pina
Colada Cheesecake looked good!

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Well, tomorrows the big day, Steve.

Yeah. Lets just hope this cappy is as friendly as
Captain Holden, huh Jerry?

Damn right. Gay would help. Another beer, Steve?

One more, thanks. Um, why did you say gay? You
dont know, Jerry, or you do know and just plain is
not saying? Steve replied, taking up Jerrys offer
for the third time.

Sitting out on the back porch of the beach patrol
quarters, the two officers, lounge in the hot tub,
within the enclosed boundaries of the station. For the
past half hour theyve been recalling how life has
evolved since arriving at the beach outpost. 

Oh, I havent a clue, Steve, but I hope he is as
liberal as Captain Holden when I got here.

Yeah, I remember that day you came on board, Steve.

Oh?

Yeah. Thought of you as the hottest thing going,
Jerry signals the hot title, using his beer bottle and
two fingers, as quotes. 

Is that a fact, Jerry?

Yeah. That first night I jerked off, like a young
kid, fantasizing you fucking the hell outta me!

Steve laughed, then took another chug of his beer. 

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2 Continued.

© 2006  T. Chase McPhee 
This story may not be sold or made part of any
collection without prior written permission.





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