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, in towns, cities, countries, nor governmental areas, 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.
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JULY Sizzles 01 wriTten by T. Chase McPhee
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For the next few days all Emre could think about, except Kevin (!), was the proposed garden at Jean-Claude's business. And by this time it had not only phased Jean-Claude, the guys at the firm, all of them saying if Emre did not pursue his interests it would be a waste of talent. Too, it was suggested by Jean-Claude, Emre apply to NYU. Now all remaining was for Kevin to make up his mind what courses he would be taking at college!
As for Kevin, he was quite different. There really wasn't anything concrete which interested him. He thought of taking up surfing, but it didn't run by Jean-Claude too well. Although Brendan offered a few lessons.
"You're good with numbers, Kevin?" Jean-Claude suggested.
"I know, but I wouldn't want to do anything with it like being a rocket scientist or anything."
"My uncle. Him be school teacher," Emre gave thought.
"There you go," Brendan thought it a nice gesture as he put a forkful of lasagna in his mouth.
"I don't know," Kevin replied, playing with his peas. Then it came over him, "I could teach something I'm an authority about?"
They thought they had covered all bases, Jean-Claude asking, "And what do you think that could be?" Jean-Claude probed with sketicism.
"Sex education?"
Emre seconded it, "He good in bed! He fuck like cows come home!"
Kevin rolled his eyes, commenting, "Emre-e-e-e!"
As horny as Jean-Claude could be, Brendan asks, "Maybe you can give us some tips, huh Kevin?"
"I could give J-C some tips!"
"Oh really?" Jean-Claude replies.
"Yeah," and then to the person who inquired, Kevin tells Brendan, "give you a real `full'-'filling' feeling!"
Jean-Claude draws on the incident which occurred almost a week ago, "Oh you mean like sneaking up on a guy and shoving his cock in deep?"
"Get over it J-C. It was only a little push," Kevin busts back.
But Brendan begged to differ, slowly speaking out, "I didn't think so!" He enunciated the `I'! In Jean-Claude's defense, Brendan theorizes, "Just the same Kevin, I think Jean-Claude's tool is quite adequate."
"Kevin too. You don't know," Emre follows up with a descriptive response, "Kevin..." he uses his hands to describe, "he big and fat-round!" He held his hands-on example, his hands shaped the size of a beer can!
"Emre-e-e-e-e!" By now they all got the gist of Kevin's scolding his lover, in a more comical sense. "Um you don't have to like tell the whole world?"
A little devilish and to throw off blame, Emre offers Jean-Claude, "If you like, Kevin can push again?"
Liking the idea, Kevin adds, "Yeah, give you a hefty push in with my cock!"
Jean-Claude queries, "Oh and would that be the advice you give your sex ed class, Kevin?"
Joking, Kevin replies, "First I'll have to make sure I'm hired at an all-boys school, then...."
Then the phone rang. Jean-Claude picked up, but soon after was shouting from the living room, "Brendan? Can you come here?"
Pushing himself away from the table, Brendan set down the forkful of lasagna ready to enter his palate, took up his napkin, swiped it across his lips and proceeded to the phone.
"Mike Knight," Jean-Claude said before releasing his palm from blocking any sound entering the phone. Standing by he tried to get the gist of Mike's call by watching Brendan's gestures and picking out words from their conversation.
Midway into the call which thus far encompassed roughly two minutes, Brendan says, "Would you terribly mind summoning Emre to the phone?" He held the phone by the curly-Q phone cord, an act to suggest humor.
While enroute, Jean-Claude figured this had something to do with Emre's brother and now his curiosity was killing him.
Not only Emre, but Kevin stood there, him thinking of moral support in case some bad news awaited.
"Hello?" Emre calls into the receiver.
Neither of the trio of listeners could make gains in understanding the focus of the call, Emre gibbering away in his native tongue.
However Kevin sums up, "Doesn`t sound good," then amends, "for Gazi that is!"
Both acknowledge even though they probably figured it out for themselves. Brendan smiled, thinking of how it couldn't possibly be Mike, since Brendan was always correcting him on his English, like pointing out the difference between prostate' and prostrate' or other discrepancies.
Putting Mike back on, Emre sighed a long exhale of relief. Blowing all his breath out of himself his shoulders collapsed, abs were caved in.
"So what's this about?" Kevin probed.
"Gazi. He get caught in fight. Now it look bad for Mike."
Signing off on the phone and eavesdropping on the ensuing conversation, Brendan puts them at ease, "Oh I won't worry about Mike. He's been in tighter situations."
Of course Jean-Claude took it to mean something sexual', but from a serious point of view decided to let it go over his head. Besides, he kind of had the feeling he was about to get hit up for something. Rather then it coming to him from others in the room he asks, "So, what does Mike suggest Gazi should do?" And then, Here it comes', he thought.
Instead of Brendan's response, it comes from Emre, "It be good if Gazi stay here?"
Indecision racked Jean-Claude and first he wanted to know, "What kind of trouble did Gazi get himself into?" He didn't want to harbor a jailbird without knowing the circumstances.
With Kevin and Emre gazing at Brendan, he says, "Seems while Mike was on duty, Gazi began to get a little too frisky. He found some guy on the internet, and invited him over. Seems this guy was married'. Oh, a gay couple. Anyway, for a long time the partner, who became aware of his' partners infidelity... the stupid jerk forgot to erase his cookies... his partner followed him to Mikes apartment. I think you can kind of get an idea of what happened next?"
"So how does it make it Gazi's fault if it involved a jealous partner?" Jean-Claude tried reading into the situation.
Brendan felt it would not require additional explanation, but since relegated to describing the situation, "I shouldn't be telling you all this, since it is an ongoing investigation..."
"Like we're adults Bren?" Kevin says.
Sharing the comment, Emre adds, "We keep mouths shut after you tell!"
"Well okay," Brendan begins loosening up, looking to Jean-Claude for his commitment towards secrecy.
"You've got my word."
With the rounding out of promise, Brendan tells, "Really, Gazi should have been a little more candid. I mean what would you think if you followed your partner to someone else's place and was greeted at the door by a guy with his cock all juiced up and rubbing it?"
Stunned, Emre says, "Gazi not have cover-up on? And he at the door?" Emre's lips formed an `O' of astonishment.
Instead of Jean-Claude, it's Kevin with the snide remark, "So what did the `partner' do? Fall down on his knees and start worshipping Gazi?"
Jean-Claude did let out a little giggle.
This was the first time Emre got angry at Kevin, first time any of them experienced animosity from the Turk, "This we talk about my brother, Kevin... my family and it no time to laugh?"
"Oh," Kevin was caught in an embarrassing position. Looking around the room he stood, placed his hand on Emre's shoulder and begged in a dignified manner, "I'm real sorry about that... really I am."
"You should be," came the comment from Brendan, directing to Jean-Claude, "And you!"
"Me?" Jean-Claude fingers himself, his own thumb poked into his pec.
Brendan stood there across from Jean-Claude, a square circle which made up the quad of housemates, a smirk on his face, hands on his torso, which seemed to drive the point home. He nodded his head towards Emre.
"Ah yeah," Jean-Claude says, "Um Emre I'm sorry about Gazi getting into trouble and," and Jean-Claude knew he would live to eat his words, "you know we will do everything we can to help Gazi in his time of need."
"So it okay Gazi come live here?"
Tongue in cheek, Jean-Claude was thinking, carefully picking his words.
Taking too long, Brendan answers on his behalf, "I think we can put Gazi up for awhile," and later Jean-Claude would pass on his kudos to Brendan for saying this, "but it would be expected of Gazi to find himself a job and I don't mean internet searches for escorting purposes?"
Right away Jean-Claude questions, "You didn't mention he was doing it for money!"
"No I didn't, did I?" he looks upon Emre.
His arm already around his lover, Kevin tries comforting, "I'm sure this is something new to Gazi, being new to everything and..."
But it didn't surprise Emre as Gazi's brother tries explaining it in the most subtle means he knows how, "No. It not new. Gazi fuck guys to earn money."
"Oh really?" it came to light, same comment coming from Kevin as well as Jean-Claude.
As for Brendan, he already knew the truth. "So you see gentlemen, I think you can sympathize with an officer of the law and how when word got out about what his apartment was being used for..."
But looking down the road, Jean-Claude shows no mercy, "So what Mike wants to do is turn this apartment into a whore-house?"
Not realizing the truth exposed in the word `whore', the accusation doesn't sit right with Emre, him standing up for his brother, "Gazi, he not hoar!"
"Um, Emre," Kevin softly treads on words, "the difference between getting paid for sex and a whore... um, there's really no difference?"
"Oh," Emre settled down. "It true?" he turns to Kevin, his indented eyebrows showing his misunderstanding.
"Yeah." And heartfelt he says, "Sorry."
Emre comes to discover what he's heard of being a `hoar', a dirty person who involves himself in, as he literally pictures it, a gutter or filthy alleyway and applies it to his brother, he changes his disposition to reflect, "Gazi, he better get his life changed!"
Having a change of heart himself, Jean-Claude replies, "And what better way for a man to change than have a person who cares," he migrates from one subject to the next, with quiet intentions towards Brendan, "a man who has the know how to `change' a man for the better, a man who...."
"Alright already! I get your drift Jean-Claude!" Brendan halts the building of character towards himself.
His attitude perking up with seeing some light at the end of Gazi's tunnel, Emre addresses Brendan, "You help Gazi? You make him not do hoar?"
"I'm not making any promises."
"Oh," Emre's outlook faded on Brendan's words.
Then, Brendan places a hand of comfort on Emre`s shoulder, "I think a step in the right direction is bringing Gazi here and secondly, your brother and I having a long talk."
Accepting it, along with Kevin's emphasis on Brendan's `knowing what's best', Emre accepts the offering, along with Jean-Claude's suggestion that he and Kevin should take a nice long walk out in the fresh air. "And oh, why don't you two see what information you can on taking up some surfing lessons?"
It excited the hell out of Kevin, in turn, sparking some interest with Emre, "Would be cool, wouldn't it?"
"I guess," Emre replied, still down trodden.
"C'mon I'll help you with the dishes," Brendan says as the two head back to the dining room.
Shooting back a reply, Jean-Claude says, "Oh? I didn't recall saying I was doing them!"
"So I guess you are assigning dish duty as one of my chores?"
By this time the two had placed the dishes they brought from the dining room to the kitchen, placing them in the sink.
As Brendan took the initiative of backing Jean-Claude up to the refrigerator, with no escape route, Jean-Claude affirms, "You're joking? With two houseboys?"
"And just think of it," Brendan toys with the implications, "a built-in whore for you to fuck around with!"
"Oh, is that one of the statutes of the crisis intervention plan?"
Brendan was feeling it and as he pressed his buttocks together it only served to impale Jean-Claude's crotch, also making the discovery of an equal force pressing against him. "If we can hurry up with these dishes maybe you and I could take it upstairs and I can start on the curriculum before we have a crisis on our hands!" Through their pants Brendan was feeling up their delightful discomfort.
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Copyright 2009 T. Chase McPhee
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