Disclaimer: The following story is a work of fiction. Certain characters are based loosely on people known to the author, other similarities to actual persons, places, and events are purely coincidental. This story also includes graphic homosexual acts, some by minors. If this material offends you or is illegal in your area please stop now. The name Aquatic Rescue Response has been used with permission of Aquatic Rescue Response of Maine, a Division of R and G Enterprises. Thank you.
Chapter Three: Dinner or... something else...
TSSH!!!
Luke took a long sip off his beer before flopping down onto the couch. He had changed out of his flight suit and wetsuit back at the station and now at home, wore just a pair of khaki cargo shorts.
Did you see those two guys?
No, Luke, I'm completely blind.
Brad stood in the doorway to the kitchen also in nothing but cargoes, holding a glass of rum on the rocks. Taking a swig, he sat on the end of the couch opposite Luke.
What do you think, probably 17, 18?
Luke took another sip of his beer.
I'll give you that. Man, that redhead was rugged!
Yeah, the other guy was a little smaller, but I'll bet they workout or swim, or something.
Yup, and speaking of swimming?
Both men finished their drinks and walked outside to their dock. Moored to the dock were a 22-foot jet-drive ski boat and an 18-foot pontoon boat. Brad dove off the end of the dock, surfaced thirty feet out into the lake, and turned to face the dock, where Luke should have been. Brad spun in the water looking around; Luke was nowhere to be seen. The next thing Brad knew he was being pulled under water. He soon surfaced next to Luke who was laughing hysterically.
Oh, you think your funny! I'll show you funny!
Oh Yeah! You should've seen the look on your face!
Brad and Luke wrestled in the water for a few more minutes until they were both laughing too hard to continue. Brad grabbed Luke from behind while standing in the shallows, leaned in and kissed his lover's neck.
I love you Baby, he whispered in Luke's ear.
Luke turned to face him and the two men kissed deeply, their tongues probing each other's mouths, finally parting when both men were nearly out of breath.
I love you too. Come on, I'll make some dinner.
The two men playfully walked back to the house. Brad swatted Luke on the backside and was pushed out onto the lawn in return. Brad ran to catch back up with Luke before he could close the door, but Luke was running too and was almost to the refrigerator when Brad caught him. Throwing Luke against the fridge, Brad kissed him again.
Hey! Do you want dinner or maybe a little something else? Asked Luke, grabbing the front of Brad's shorts.
Umm... hum... dinner first then we'll see.
Luke pushed his lover away, turned, and opened the fridge.
Thank you for reading at least this far. This has is my first story I have been confident enough of to post online. Feedback and comments are welcome, however if you feel the need to flame I will, as the firefighter I am, assume that you are on fire and take appropriate action comenserate with my training. Thank you again. Merman_Resq@yahoo.com