Chapter 4 – Chapter 4

"Well, hello, who is that?" Graham asked as he unfolded himself from his special production Zetini Haast Barchetta sports car as David stepped down from the front porch of his house. Down the hill, by the corner of the kennels, a young man was loading two sleek Airedales into a Land Rover.

"I wondered when you'd discover Clark," David said, as he walked over to the red sports car. "I'm surprised you haven't run across him at Pauli's. I think you'd find him . . . invigorating. He's every bit as good as George is."

Graham turned and gave David a sharp look. "That's what I find so unique about you," he said. "There isn't a jealous bone in your body." It also, he didn't want to reveal, was one of the aspects to David Kauea he found to be maddening. He wanted a man to care enough for him to be jealous. "You wouldn't care if I walked down there and he fucked me on the hood of his Land Rover, would you?"

"Not if it was what the two of you wanted to do. I don't waste time on sexual games and petty jealousies," David said. "I take the gifts that life brings me gladly and don't resent others doing likewise. You don't think you are the only man I'm fucking, do you?"

He was looking downhill and Graham followed his line of sight. The young Thai kennel helper Graham had tracked down for David had four of the short-term dogs on leashes and was taking them for a walk. The older American felt a surge of jealously. But he was careful not to say the first response that came to his mind—or any response, for that matter. He didn't want what he was getting from David to stop. But he did let the matter seethe in his mind.

So that's how it is, he thought. I was afraid of that. David is fucking the cute little Thai piece I bought for him. I should have known better. I don't remember there being any female kennel workers available, though.

"Would you like me to arrange a hook-up with Clark?" David continued in a calm voice as if he had no idea what Graham was thinking—or that he didn't care. "I think he would enjoy you as much as you would enjoy him. In fact, I can hardly wait to enjoy you again myself."

"No thank you. I'm a one man at a time type man," Graham answered, not being able to resist any longer. He had answered this way on purpose—as both a challenge and an admonition, but if David caught the challenge, he didn't reveal it, or rise to it. David was such a simple, open sort of guy. He made Graham feel like a schemer and just a bit dirty, which is not a feeling Graham wanted to indulge in. If the young man wasn't such a sexy lug and didn't have such a big cock and know exactly what to do with it, Graham would be off and running in finding someone else. He seriously thought he was getting too old to be competing with the likes of the little Thai trick being pulled along by those dogs down in the meadow.

He did, though, like the sound of David saying he couldn't wait to enjoy him again—and that was another thing Graham observed about David: that it appeared that he wouldn't hold back with Graham in sex just because he was spiking someone else too. From that perspective, Graham was forced to accept that David's willingness for him to pursue the Clark man with the Airedales was an open, honest response.

It proved true that David both didn't want to wait for what Graham had driven into Tauranga in his fancy locally produced sports car to get and that he wouldn't stint in fucking Graham even if he also was doing the kennel helper. They only made it as far as the dining room, before David had Graham bent over the table and was fucking him in the doggy style that they both enjoyed so much.

Afterward, while they were sitting on the porch, drinking beer; discussing a bit of business, since they were co-owners of the kennel; and watching Chumphon pad around the kennel down the hill, Graham broached the subject he'd been building up to for weeks now.

"How is the Thai helper, Chumphon, working out?"

"He's doing well in the kennel."

And even better in the house lying under you, Graham thought. But he didn't go there even if he couldn't get it out of his mind. "Well enough to be left with the kennel for a couple of weeks?"

"Well, I don't know . . ."

"You know I tracked him down and arranged to bring him over so that you'd be free to travel. I have brochures on Paris and London in the car. I'm getting antsy on this small island. And I don't want to travel or to sleep alone."

"The island's not that small," David answered. "And I don't really think I can get away now—not for some time."

I understand perfectly, Graham thought, slightly bitterly, since this was his doing—not that he had meant it to turn out this way. David didn't want to leave because he didn't want to be away from Chumphon for any length of time. Chumphon had just proved to be too tasty a morsel for David to resist. At some point in their relationship, David had revealed to Graham his weakness for small Southeast Asian men. The revelation had come too late to prevent Chumphon's arrival, unfortunately. And then, of course, he had to be such a beautifully formed little man.

What was it David had said? That he just went with the flow of life and took what came his way as a gift? Graham was getting old. Maybe he was manipulating life too much. But then, maybe not.

"Where did you say that Clark guy exercised his Airedales? They look too athletic to be house or lap dogs."

"I didn't say," David said in a somewhat distracted voice. He still had his attention locked on Chumphon giving attention to the dogs in their cages.

"But do you know?"

"Yes, I believe he likes to walk them in the Papamoa Dune Wilderness Area on Saturdays."

The following Saturday morning, Graham was sitting on a bench in said wilderness area, as he and the Airedale puppy Graham had taken on a trial basis from a pet supplier watched Clark Stringer, the owner of a men's gym and quite obviously one of the gym's best customers, walking toward them on a pathway with his two Airedales on a leash.

Graham leaned down and whispered, "Oh look, girl, there are two very fit male Airedales bearing down on us with their tongues hanging out. Just let me slip your leash here and go do what comes naturally."

As he unsnapped the leash, he had a nanosecond of second thought, but he had taken David's view of life to heart. There was no reason he had to give up the Maori hunk completely, but there also was no reason there wasn't room in his sex life for a bodybuilder hunk named Clark either.