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. Thank you.
Chapter Ten: Training Day
TWEET!!!
SPLASH!!!
Pete had jumped off the five meter platform covering his mask with one hand holding his survival vest/harness down with the other as soon as the whistle blew. Surfacing he immediately started side stroking for the opposite end of the pool almost one hundred meters away. The training pool at the Aquatic Rescue Response facility was the biggest Pete had ever seen, one hundred meters long, fifty meters wide, one meter in the shallows, and twenty meters in the deep end. At the deep end were two platforms five meters above the water, one just a flat deck, the other a mock-up of a helicopter, and one flat deck platform at ten meters. Pete swam to the floating manikin, grabbed it under the arms, swam back to the deep end, loaded the manikin into the rescue basket suspended in the water, backed away, and gave the signal to raise the basket to the imaginary helicopter at the top of the platform.
GET OUT OF MY POOL!!!
Pete hastily swam to the edge of the pool, pulled off his fins, leaped onto the pool deck, and snapped to a rigid attention facing Mike Harris with his fins in his left hand.
DROP YOUR FINS!!! STAND AT EASE!!! Good job, Nueclo, take a break.
Mike Harris; formerly Chief Boatswain's Mate Harris, Michael F., USN(ret.); was in charge of all A.R.R. training. Despite the fact that he was only thirty-nine, most of the guys thought he had been a Chief since Christ was in boot camp. Just the sheer bulk of his six foot frame was enough to intimidate most people until they got to know him. Getting to know him, one discovered a driven man. Nothing meant more to him then protecting lives: the lives of his men, the lives of the public, any life in danger, laying down his own if need be. He just hoped he instilled some semblance of that ethic in the men he trained.
TRAINEE NUECLO!!!
Pete bolted from the shaded spot where he was resting back to in front of Mike, snapping back to attention.
SIR! TRAINEE NUCLEO REPORTING AS ORDERED, SIR!
TWO HUNDRED METER WARM UP! DO IT!
Pete grabbed his fins, jumped in the water, and put the fins on. Pushing off he rapidly side stroked to the other end of the pool turned and came back. Just as his fingers touched the wall Mike's voice boomed again.
ON THE TOWER! HELO INSERTION!
Pete pulled his fins off again, jumped out of the pool, and scrambled up the ladder to the platform with the helicopter mock-up on it. Clipping a safety line to his harness he sat with his flippered feet dangling into space above the pool. He could see this time was going to be harder. Mike had turned on the two deck monitors. Each monitor flowed over one hundred gallons of water per minute turning the surface of the pool into a spray beaten chop. This was a close approximation to what the water would be like actually jumping from a helicopter. Tightening the straps on his face mask he gave Mike a thumbs up.
TWEET!!!
Unclipping the safety line Pete plunged to the turbulent water. Fighting the spray Pete swam to the other end of the pool, grabbed the manikin again, and dragged it back under the simulated helicopter. Again loading the manikin into the basket, he backed off and gave the raise signal.
HOOK UP!!!
Pete swam over near the edge under the platform where a cable was suspended with a hoist hook on the end. Attaching the hook to his harness Pete gave the raise signal, Mike shut off the monitors.
Good job, Nucleo. Stow your gear and get cleaned up.
YES SIR.
Pete unhooked, swam to the side, took his fins off, and climbed out onto the pool deck. Removing his vest and harness, he hung his survival gear, fins, and mask on the drying rack. Unzipping the back of his shorty-wetsuit and peeling it off his shoulders he walked into the locker room with the wetsuit around his waist.
Standing in front of his open locker he stripped off the wet suit, grabbed his towel, and headed for the showers. Quickly rinsing the chlorine from his body he shut off the water dried himself then wrapped the now damp towel around his waist. Back in front of his locker Pete finished drying then got dressed in a dark blue flight suit and steel-toed black leather paratrooper boots. Returning to the pool deck Pete hung his wet suit to dry and hurried back inside to the classroom. Mike was sitting on the edge of the table at the front of the room talking to Brad, they both saw him come in.
Mike says you did well today.
Yes, sir. We were drilling all day. If being exhausted is any indication I must have been doing something right.
You did good, I'm gonna sign off so Brad here can start taking you up in the bird.
Thank-you sir.
Go home, get some rest and I'll see you at zero six tomorrow.
With that Mike got up, shook Brad's hand then Pete's, and left the room. Brad and Pete also started heading for the parking lot.
You got a ride home?
Yeah, I've got my father's truck and I'm headed over to John's for dinner.
Good. How is he?
He's doing really well. He wants to come down tomorrow and fill out his app.
Good, good. I'll make sure it's in your mail box. Well, I'll see you in the morning.
Thanks Brad. See you later.
By this time they were both near their vehicles, climbing into their respective trucks they both drove off. At the first stop light Pete reached for his cell phone. After placing the ear piece in his ear he hit the send button to activate the voice dial feature.
SAY A NAME.
John.
CALLING John.
The feminine voice of the phone acknowledged him followed by his own recorded voice saying John's name. Two rings were all it took.
HEY BABY! Out of work?!?
Yeah, I'm on my way over. Need anything?
Just you, see you in a few.
Ok, I gotta stop for gas then I'll be there, probably about ten minutes. Love you, Babe.
Love you too.
Hanging up Pete pulled into the gas station and fueled the truck. Going inside to pay he decided to pick up a bag of chips and some ranch dip to have as an after dinner snack. Climbing back into the truck Pete remembered he had told his mother he would call home after training before going to John's. He hit the send button once on his cell phone.
SAY A NAME.
Home.
CALLING Home.
Nueclo Residence, Anya speaking.
Hey An, were you sitting on the phone or something?
NO, I just hung up with Papa, he's working late tonight.
Oh, Mama around? Yeah, she's out by the pool, hold on. MAMA!! PETE'S ON THE PHONE!!
Pete?
Hi Mama! I got out of training and I'm headed over to John's.
Ok, any idea when you'll be home?
Uh, I'm just pulling in there now, I'll call later and let you know.
Not too late though. You're Papa is going to be late getting home and I want one of you here before dark to close up the pool.
Ok Mama, talk to you in a little while.
Take care of John, give him our love.
Pete hung up the phone, pulled into John's driveway, and shut off the truck. Looking up he saw John standing on the stoop.
Hey stud!
Hey gimp! I brought some chips.
GIMP! If I wasn't still on a restriction I would kick your hot little ass!
Who's going to kick whose hot little ass!?!
Grabbing each other around the waist the boys let their hands slide down to cup the other's ass cheeks. Pressing their lips together they let their mouths be probed by the other's tongue.
PEWW!!! You smell like a swimming pool!
Yeah, and what's wrong with smelling like a pool?
Nothing, you're just making me hot and that flight suit, MMM MMM!
And let me guess, you've just been fucking off all day in those mesh shorts and that `beater?
Of course!, I've had nothing better to do then wait for you!
So you've been a lazy bitch.
Come inside and I'll show you lazy!
That raised Pete's eye brow, taking his hand he led John into the house. Walking into John's bedroom Pete gasped.
Holy Shit Babe! What brought this on?
I got bored and with you at work I had nothing better to do!
Looking around the room Pete took in the changes John had made. The bed now had the head at the window, the computer desk was in the corner where the bed had been, and the dresser was now tucked into the corner by the closet door so both could be reached at the same time. Pete drew John close and gently kissed him on the lips.
I'm impressed, maybe I should get you stranded at my house one of these days when I'm at work!
Not likely! I'm no one's bitch!
John pushed Pete away playfully, Pete tackled him onto the bed and tickled him. The two boys rolled around kissing and tickling each other until John got the upper hand and pinned Pete to the bed. Both were laughing and panting.
Didn't you bring chips??
Yea^Å
JOHN, PETE!!!
WHAT MOM!?!
DINNER!!!
BE RIGHT DOWN!!! Come on Babe.
John hopped off the bed then reached over and pulled Pete to a standing position. Again the boys drew close and kissed each other softly on the lips before heading through the bedroom door, bounding down the stairs, and skidding to a stop in the dinning room. The table was set with four places. Patrick was already sitting at the head of the table and Micheala was standing carving off thick slices of the ham she had made. Also on the table was a bowl of mashed potatoes, a bowl of cooked sliced carrots, a bowl of fresh made apple sauce to dip the ham into, and a pitcher of homemade iced tea with plenty of ice. Sitting, the boys thanked Mrs. Cole and started to place the food on their plates. Small talk about everyone's day was made over the clink and scrape of silverware against plates.
After clearing the table when everyone was done and having placed the plates, glasses, and silverware in the dishwasher, the boys retired to John's room. Throwing in a video game they lay face down toward the wide-screen television. Two hours later and with no obvious winner, they changed to a movie. As they leaned against the headboard watching the movie they held each other, John's head on Pete's shoulder until they fell peacefully asleep twenty minutes before the credits started to roll.
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