by Josan
He had a cold beer in hand, thanks to a small cooler of ice that sat
just within hand's reach. His battered panama was tilted forward in
case the bright afternoon sun made it through the thick foliage, past
his blackened glasses. After all this time, his body had acclimatized
to the weather so that his skin was the colour of dark toast. Which
was a good thing as all he wore was a very small loin cloth designed
to protect some very sensitive flesh.
He sighed, happy with life.
Once he had rushed from home (such as it was!) to the office where he
truly lived. He had had an ulcer, a mangy bear's temper and a career
that had been going nowhere.
He had had people to worry about, reports to read, meetings to attend.
Shit! Had he ever had meetings to attend!
Walter felt his stomach clench a little at the thought of those
god-awful boring meetings that never seemed to end or to accomplish
anything other than set up other meetings that were even more god-
awful boring.
He raised the bottle of local brew to his lips and took a calming
sip. The cool liquid went down his throat to ease the memory of that
now long gone ulcer.
Yes, life was pretty good right now. No more meetings. No more
reports. No more ulcer.
He was retired now. Well, officially, he was dead, but that was in
another world, in another life.
Here, he had a growing reputation as a boat builder. A persnickety
one who wouldn't build for anyone he didn't like. For anyone who
didn't know better than to brag about owning one of their boats. (No
sense in challenging Fate, even if they did have other names.) Alex
let him pick and choose whom they built for, never offering his
opinion until Walter had made a decision.
And that was another thing that made life so good these days. Alex.
His partner. His lover. His mate.
Walter felt his cock twitch at the thought of Alex. But only twitch.
He was getting older and, after last night's two-man orgy, he hoped
that Alex would be content with just a little cuddling tonight. Damn,
but the things that man could get Walter's body to do! At his age!
And considering that Alex too was getting older, not so quick off the
draw as he once had been, last night had lasted a very long time.
Which was why all Walter could find the energy to do today was lie in
this hammock, dozing, enjoying the breeze that blew off the South
Pacific ocean.
And thinking about Alex made him wonder just where his insatiable
lover was this afternoon. Actually, come to think about it, he hadn't
seen Alex since breakfast. Since he had kissed Walter on the head and
murmured something about giving him time to get the sap running in him
again.
He remembered groaning at that, but smiling. He remembered Alex
mentioning something about having to go over to someplace with the
Cousins and that he'd be back for supper.
When Walter thought about it, he realized that the "something" and
"someplace" had been skipped over in Alex's conversation, but he
shrugged. Nothing much Alex could do to get himself into trouble
around here. Besides, Walter took another mouthful of his brew, if
Alex was with the Cousins, he was probably spending the day fishing
with them on the boat they (he and Alex, all by themselves) had built.
He wondered what kind of fish Alex would bring home for their supper.
And so Walter dropped off into another snoozy state, confident that
all was well with his world.
On an island that shall remain nameless
"Alex! Look at them run! Have you ever seen anything so funny?"
'Ti Gus covered his mouth so that his laughter would not alert the
camera crew to their presence. His cousin, Jean-Guy, had both hands
on his mouth, trying to stifle his own laughter. Alex shared a wide
grin with Jean-Francois.
The small explosives they had planted on the beach were going off like
clockwork, upsetting both the crew and the so-called "actors" of the
program that was being taped on the island. The small mines were
really inoffensive, other than the high puff of sand they sent up into
the air and the smell they released.
Of course, the fact that the smell came from the pulverized rotten
fish that was also released with the explosion meant that the local
birds were swooping and diving around the screaming people as though
they were trying out for the roles of extras in a remake of
Hitchcock's THE BIRDS.
And, as the intruders made for their boat, there was more restrained
laughter from the slope that overlooked the small cove. The boat was
already showing signs of listing from the amount of ocean water that
was finding its way in.
But the best part (Jean-Francois thought it was an unbelievably
excellent idea!) was the scrambler that Alex had brought with him
that would render the cell phones useless until its battery ran out.
In about a week.
"Let's see,' Alex snickered as the men made their way back to their
boat which they had anchored out of sight, "how well they all
survive in these circumstances."
alter was spending a lazy day in the hammock that they had strung up
between two of the trees on the 'scenic' side of their house.
