Date: Thu, 14 Jan 2010 13:34:20 -0800 (PST)
From: T. Chase McPhee <survivalgame@yahoo.com>
Subject: FoR SaLE By OwNEr:  CK's STuD MuFFiN PaRTy  10

You know the drill: 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, of continents or islands, in countries, counties, cities, towns,
villages, neighborhoods, streets, cul-de-sacs, nor governmental or
non-governmental areas, which the story is staged. If a sexual scene
involving male-to-male relationships offends you, then why are you here?
Seriously, if guy-to-guy sex stuff makes you barf or is going to screw up
your mind, you should not read this story. Additionally, if you are under
18 years of age, in most states and countries, you are not allowed to read
this story, by law. Check with your local laws regarding such.

% Sexual safety matters. Remember guys, this is fiction. In real life, use
protection.

FoR SaLE By OwNEr:  CK's STuD MuFFiN PaRTy  10
wriTten by T. Chase McPhee

%

Even though Swifty remembered distinctly, 'turning off' the sauna, in the
morning it still remained active, though not the caliber of their heated
session the day before. Continuing to the jon he figured he would mention
it to George. Then, he thought of what a heavenly evening it had
been. True, never a night had gone by yet where he and his 'Geoffie' hadn't
had a great time in the sack, but with George it seemed to enhance their
long evening together. And, he furthered as he stare at the tiles behind
the toilet, a distorted portrait of himself appearing, how good it was,
waking up between two bears!

"Sleep good?"

It was Geoff, coming to take his turn.

"You know I did. George? He up?"

"And how would you mean that Swif?" Geoff joked as he pointed his watering
tool towards the cesspool.

"In our fit of frenzy I didn't know half the time if I was sucking you or
George!"

"Really?" Geoff over emphasizes his assessing, "I thought I was 'much' more
bigger than George!"

In reality, Swifty thought almost even, maybe Geoff having an inch over
George, but surely gives his lover the benefit of the doubt, "Uh yeah. I
was about to mention that. I could tell it was you, because it gave my
tonsils quite a stabbing."

"Liar!" Geoff said as he squeezed out the last of the trickles.

And to boot, "Okay, so it was even. You're both the same size cock. Happy?"

Being truthful Geoff corners his lover as he replies, "I knew whose 'ass' I
was fucking!"

Before they could get too involved, George shows up, scratching his head
with one hand, the other freshening up his loins. "Speaking of fucking, man
Geoff... did you have to pound me so hard?"

As he passes by the two on the way to the toilet, Geoff replies, "What'd'ya
expect George, when you're so fuckin' tight?" Then, a quick flashing back
to his lover, "Oops!"

Seeing Geoff 'in the dog-house', snagged by his comment, George helps him
out of his predicament, "Oh man Swifty, you were really good... the way you
softly slipped yourself inside me. Oh man, the way you pulled yourself out
and then suddenly rushed back in... you give a good fuck!"

"I do have one complaint to register with you George?"

Both Geoff and George pay attention, George returning, "Oh? And how would
that go?"

"When Geoff and me were making out and you were alternating sucking Geoff,
then me?"

"Uh yeah," George scratches his head, "I guess I vaguely remember." He
finishes draining his cock, giving it a few shakes.

"You gave Geoff more attention, which seems to make me think you like
Geoff's cock better than mine!"

As Swifty turns, heads out the door, George says to Geoff, "Sensitive,
isn't he?"

"He was last night!" Geoff jokes, but then changing attitude, "Why don't
you get in there and make it up to him George?"

"Really? After last night do you think he can take it?"

Geoff, his hand in motion between his legs, says, "If I can, he can!"

George followed Swifty into bed, Geoff on his tail.

The phone rings, Geoff throwing his hands together in a prayer motif as he
complains, "Oh Lord, not now!"

But to his dismay, Geoff was being called to handle something important, a
breach in security, him ending his call his mouth into the receiver, "Can't
you handle it Vince?"

Turning to the bed, there lay Swifty and George, Swifty saying, "Duty
calls?"

"Damn that security manual!" And then to his lover, "I guess we'll have to
put this off till later."

It was Saturday. George didn't work on Saturdays as a rule, except for the
occasional emergency. Like he didn't work nights, but last night it was an
emergency, probably one of the best emergencies he's ever had! But with
Geoff leaving and knowing their little tryst regarding three men in a bed,
he says, "I guess I should be going."

Swifty, lying there with his hands behind his head says, "What's your hurry
George? Besides, the sauna stayed on all night, even though I remember
turning it off?"

Knowing how Swifty was a little bored yesterday, Geoff thought it good he
have a playmate to hang out with while he ran around detaining bad boys, so
relented to, "Oh yeah. You can't possibly think about leaving George. I
mean, what if the pressure builds up and we go 'ka-bloo-hy'!" He gestures,
throwing both hands up.

"But I was supposed to get with my brother and go fishing today?" George
replies, as if asking for permission.

Swifty, knowing where Geoff was going with his dialogue, says, "But I
thought you promised Geoff you were going to make up for that lousy blowjob
you gave me last night?"

George turns his head and looks back at the bed, saying, "You heard that?"

Geoff replies, "He's got big ears."

"And big," George smiles, letting thoughts of seeing Swifty's hot cock
nestled on the bed of pubic hair, the two golf balls falling to each side,
those thoughts meandering through his mind.

"Besides," Geoff says, as George turns attention forwards, capturing Geoff
standing inches from him, "after a tough job keeping the boys in line all
day, it would be damn hot coming home to two guys pampering me?"

George looked down upon feeling Geoff's cock touch his, returning his focus
on Geoff's smiling face. "I'm sure going to miss you two when you head back
to the city."

Then, suddenly Swifty was there, the three standing together as he says to
George, "You can come visit?"

George, acting reluctant, says, "I'd invite you out to my place, but I'm
sort of not out."

"Not a problem with us George," Geoff says, rubbing a hand up and down
George's fuzzy forearm.

Swifty even extends a welcome, "New York's even a nice place to spend
vacation time!"

%

They had to sleep in separate beds, but being he fell awake before Kyle,
Alex gently made his way into his lover's bed, taking great strides not to
disturb sleep or the bum shoulder. Lying with an elbow puncturing the
pillow, his head rested on his palm. Comfortable, he lay on his side,
Alex's free hand deciding to play with Kyle's front. Wetting a fingertip,
Alex put it on Kyle's right nip, the closest one. He giggled, seeing the
small strand of saliva sticking, until it trickled out. Taking some more he
made the pink nip slimy-coated.

"Having fun?"

"Oh! You're awake!"

"Yeah and I wonder why?" Kyle directs at Alex, a happy smirk lingering.

Off in a totally direction, "You know what?"

"You miss fucking me last night?" Kyle replies.

"Yeah, that too, but..." as Alex's finger reconnects with the nip-play,
"did you always have these freckles on your chest?"

Smiling, Kyle summises, "Well, I suppose since you've but once have teased
my cock with your lips, you haven't been in 'the position' to take notice?"

Pushing up on his side, Alex suggests, "Hmm-then. Maybe I should do a bit
of studying?"

The first time Alex sought to pleasure his lover from between his legs,
Kyle tried diswaying him from the pleasing mouth-to-cock action, on the
grounds it was 'his job', but upon having 'it' done to him, liking it,
seeing Alex taking a liking to tongue-teasing his cock and balls, he didn't
mumble a word. Getting comfy after awakening, he unconsciously went to
place both hands behind his head, enunciating, "Owch!"

"Careful," Alex warns, placing a hand on the sore shoulder.

"I know," Kyle replies, regarding the condition of his arm and joking, "bad
enough you've had to put off plugging my hole... wouldn't want to
jeopardize the rest of our life together!"

He laughed out loud.

Alex smiled. He knows they've talked about this, 'gone there' in more than
thought, but up until now, giving in to pleasure his lover with a blow job,
Alex has shunned the idea of Kyle doing anything to his hole. "It would be
so easy too."

"What?" Kyle replies in all sincerity, question obviously on his mind.

He was already in position to further his attempts of making Kyle's hard
shaft his tasty treat, Alex discovering after the first time he's given a
blowjob, the second wasn't as reluctant an attitude. Yet, his lover put
another idea in his brain, Alex suddenly realizing, maybe since getting
some pleasure for himself, his tongue savoring his first cock, it's quite
possible he might actually like his 'first fuck'! "You really want me to?"
He put it to Kyle, as he sat there on his knees.

"Alex, stop with the riddles and like spell it out in plain English would
ya?"

Bending over once more, Alex first looked like he was zeroing in on Kyle's
cock.

Resettling into a comfy position, Kyle thinks, "For a minute there, I
thought you changed your mind," about tonguing him over.

Still the smile, perhaps Alex trying to communicate otherwise, he skips
over the hard shaft, lowering himself, the tip of Kyle's fleshy dildo
hitting Alex in the Adam's apple.

"What tha?" Kyle asks, wondering where Alex is going with, instead of
gulping him up. But then he mellows out, thinking of some other oral
workover when Alex sticks out his tongue, wetting down his teen treasure
trail, in the opposite direction.

Not only the blowjob, it being Alex's second, it was a first for him,
stabbing Kyle's deep bellyhole.

"Oooh, now that's interesting," Kyle said, his attention keenly affixed to
where Alex's tongue was leading on his imagination.

Then, out of the innie Alex traveled, his tongue still skin-engaged,
zipping up his blond lover's abs.

Getting wise to Alex doing something entirely different, Kyle questions,
"What're you doing, Alex?"

"You'll see," he replies. And as if Kyle's prompting was a signal, Alex
slides his knees up above Kyle's quads, resting encasing Kyle's torso in
between.

"Alex?" Kyle again adds more focus to his inquiring mind, when he feels
Alex's ass-hair touch the side of his flopped-over cock.

Alex exclaims, "It's not gonna work that way!" He furthers his actions,
reaching behind himself with one hand, making the necessary adjustments,
standing Kyle's drilling tool up straight.

"I didn't mean you had to, Alex?" Kyle replies.

"I know. But I kind of liked my first... and my second blowjob... well I
almost got into the 'second' and who knows? Maybe I'll like it!"

A bit squeamish over the idea, of Kyle's first time at fucking, he says,
"But I might not like it!"

"Oh," Alex says, a drop in his attitude, same time allowing Kyle's cock to
keel over.

Sensing a feeling of disappointment, whether it was or not, Kyle says, "But
then again it would be a first for both of us and maybe we would both like
it!"

Then Alex confronts his lover, "You 'did' like the blowjob I gave you,
didn't you?"

"Hell yeah!" Kyle says without putting on airs, his true feelings showing.

"Then, should I go ahead?" His hand resteadies Kyle's still hard shaft.

"Sure," Kyle replies, adding a smile.

The stare, the two smiling at each other made both feel bubbly with
excitement, the two laughing at how silly to question the half of the
partnership, normally fucking the other half, now thinking about taking the
cock of his lover up his ass and vice versa, Kyle in anticipation as Alex
both lowers his ass and points his wand, readying to do magic deep inside.

"Um, do you think it'll go in okay dry, Alex?"

Suddenly Alex stopped lowering his ass as he retorts, "Oh, you think?"

"I dunno," Kyle says. "I mean, I always make sure your cock is good and
wet?"

He laughs, says, "Whatever you think!" Bringing his supporting hand back,
he spits in both hands, rubs them together. "I guess that's good," then
proceeds to put his hand back under his ass, sliming up Kyle's cock. "Here
goes," he warns before his jack-knifed ass and legs proceed with the act of
lowering ass to cock.

Initial reaction, each replies with their own set of ooh's and ah's, like
fingers touching a hot iron, tip of cock touching ass, backing out, then
going in deeper, till it passed Alex's layer of hair.

"Feels funny," Kyle says.

Being stoopid, Alex replies, "Want me to shave?"

"Just get on with it, Alex!" Kyle says, his good hand pressing against
Alex's hairy chest.

"Oh! Oh! Oh!" Alex utters in anticipation.

Then, straight-faced the two stare at each other, Kyle the first to giggle
and say, "You missed!"

"I know! Hey, it's not like I'm on my knees knocking at your ass-door,
y'know!"

Even though Alex had, hundreds of times, run his fingers over his own
asshole while showering, it seemed strange, with the act they were trying
to accomplish, to be feeling for the place where the tip of Kyle's cock
should be inserted.

Too, seeing Alex bend backwards, both hands in the works at trying to find
the exact place of trajectory, Alex moves his chest so robustly
forwards. Daring to extend his sore arm, both arms reach forwards, fingers
targeting his lover's chest.

"Oh-fuck-don't-do-that!" Alex warns, same time laughing, when Kyle tweaks
his hairy nips.

"You don't like it," then a delayed, "Owch," Kyle's arm aching.

"See, you went and hurt yourself... o-o-h!" Yeah, Kyle hurt his arm, but it
was Alex's first experience of something more than a finger toying with his
anal opening.

"You're almost in!" Kyle replies to feeling his ass tip making contact with
something wet and warm. He also wasn't totally without want, seeing Alex's
engourged cock grow right before him like a moon rock kit. It's then he has
an insatiable desire for selfishness, exclaiming, "Alex, I want you so
bad!"

"I'm trying... I'm trying," he says, trying to pin his ass against the tip
of Kyle's shaft.

"No, Alex... I don't want your ass... I want your sweet sausage!"

Alex, startled, replies, "Huh?"

With insight, Kyle says, "You're taking a long time sitting on me Alex."

"Yeah I know. I'm sorry if I'm ruining your hot fuck," Alex replies with
sincere emotion, a tinge of reluctance showing.

"It's no good."

"What's not good?" Alex replies, just knowing 'what' is 'not good', because
he's begun to sit up, his ass farther away from the penetrating target.

"Y'know, if you slowly inch your knees up to my armpits, I bet my tongue
can reach?"

Mentally, the two communicated, their pupils engaged in silent speech, till
Alex breaks silence as he tries Kyle's idea, "I just got to watch it that I
don't pounce on your abs."

Smiling, Kyle reacts, "Yeah. Save your pouncing for my throat!"

And it seemed more successful than Alex getting it in the bum, his slow
walking on his knees, a few groans from his lover.

On Kyle's behalf, he took it in stride, the bit of discomfort, holding out
for the reason behind his pain, licking his lips for a treat which he has
been missing for the past two weeks. When Alex stopped dragging his balls
up Kyle's bod, he said, "Oh man this is going to taste so fuckin' good!"

Alex laughed it off, saying, "You're pathetic!"

%

"Y'know I think it's nice how the three of us got along last night,
George?"

Without Geoff in bed, Swifty and George took it easy, cuddling and trading
off kisses. However, due to last night's threeway orgy, their reservoirs
seemingly needing rejuvenating. Too the mood of Geoff missing seemed to
play a part in their reluctance for any heavy oral sex.

"I know," George replies, his palm on Swifty's pec, feeling up the hard
nub, "first time I ever did anything like this too."

"So, what has it been up until now, George, meeting a trick off the
internet now and then?"

George lying back, a smile creasing the electrician's lips, Swifty senses
'opening a can of worms'.

"What?"

"Well," George replies, "it's not that I haven't tried finding sex on the
internet, but I've found better luck with the occasional... I'm not sure
how to put this... you know, when you're looking at a guy and you get that
special kind of feeling, eyes locking, then the smile... it's like you make
a connection without saying anything?"

Knowing it, well-versed in the meaning of the word, Swifty says, "They call
it 'gaydar'!"

"Huh?"

"Radar? Gaydar?"

"Oh, I get it. Me an electrician, you would think I would?" George replies
to his own stoopidity.

Getting fair wind of something more meaningful on the tip of George's
tongue, Swifty asks, "So, what about your 'gaydar', George?"

Smiling like he was embarrassed to tell, George finally relents, "Well
there's been the occasional customer or the fellow at the supply store
where I get my electrical supplies. Then one day, I happened to go into my
supplier and I find out he's retired from the business, his grandson taking
over."

He knew where this was going, but Swifty's cock was demanding all the fine
details, "Oh?"

"I was on line at the store, waiting my turn and for whatever strange
reason, I couldn't keep my eyes off of him."

"That's how gaydar works!"

"You think that's what it is?" George questions.

"Could be. What else happened?"

"It was near quitting time. There was one fellow behind me, so I let him go
ahead." George giggles, "I don't know what it was, but for whatever
reason," though he knew now, "I wanted to have this kid all alone to talk
to."

"Only to talk to George?"

George tries explaining his way out, "Hey, I'm a thirty-four year old
man. This is a nineteen year old kid we're talking about?"

"So?" Swifty says. "Nothing wrong with an intergenerational relationship?"

"Oh we didn't even go there," George reads deep into what Swifty says,
thinking of something of a permanent, coupled hook up. "No, I I was just
looking to chat it up with him, but I think he had other things on his
mind."

"The business?"

"Um, no," George said, his face flush.

Stirring up more interest, Swifty says, "Oh?"

"Right away, after the last customer was served, he saw him out and locked
the door. I mean, I was still there and Eduardo hadn't even waited on me
yet."

"Eduardo, is it?" Swifty tried furthering his inquiring mind.

"Cardinale... like me, a 'mutt'," George replies.

Even though he had an interest in family, Swifty was more interested in
details of another nature, steering George onwards, "Interesting. So, what
happened after he locked the door? He drop to his knees and give you a
blowjob?"

It took some time, Swifty getting the whole story out of George, which left
him in only a semi-aroused state, when the tale told of them talking for a
short time, leading to dinner out, then the two having to check into a room
at one of the local motels, each without a place of privacy.

"And since then we've been meeting occasionally at the same motel." And in
jest, "The owner is so used to seeing us there almost nightly, he's given
us a discount!"

"Oh?" Swifty says, reading into it too closely. "And what kind of
'currency' does he require?"

Smiling, getting Swifty's drift, George replies, "Whatever he can get out
of his partner?"

"Oh. There's a partner?"

George explains, "Yeah and he gives us the room dirt cheap because he knows
how expensive it can get when two guys don't have a place to meet and have
to take out a room in exchange for privacy."

"Sounds like a nice guy."

"Yeah," George says, a hand strumming up Swifty's stomach, the back of hand
rubbing against fur, "kind of reminds me of you and Geoff."

Not getting much more out of George, Swifty makes his move, saying, "So,
how about a shower, then we head out for some breakfast, then maybe hang
out at the pool and take in the scenery?"

"Sounds great, but do you mind if I make a quick call to Eduardo?"

It just dawns on Swifty, "Hey, he wouldn't mind that you've been doing
stuff with Geoff and me?"

"It's okay. We've talked about it. It's not like we're like you and Geoff,
a couple."

He didn't mean to listen in, but there was only one landline phone in the
place, him overhearing George talking with Eduardo. After Swifty hears
George tell about coming to fix the thermostat in the hot tub, an edited
version of his night-stay and of his plans for today, Swifty yells across
the room, "Invite him over for a swim!"

Looking at Swifty, but talking with Eduardo, George says into the phone,
"Swifty wants to know if you want to come over for a swim." And then
abruptly hanging up, George tells him, "Eduardo is on his way."

%

"So, are we going to be hanging out together today?" Michael asks, the two
still in front of the fireplace, it's embers burnt out a long time ago.

"I wish," Phillip replies, "but I've got to do some more photo shoots
today. The 'Stud Muffin Party' isn't all about fun and play. A guy's got to
do some work too!"

"Oh," Michael says, a let down in his voice.

"But there's no reason why you can't tag around with me today?"

"Sure," Michael replies.

So, up off of the 'real' bear rug the two jump, the two grabbing up their
speedos. Seeing Michael step back into his, Phillip asks, "You're kidding?"

"What?" Michael questions him, one leg in, the other ready to step
in. Knowing what Phillip means, he says, "They got washed out in the pool
last night?"

And seeing how both of their speedos sat by the fireplace all through the
night, dry as a bone, Phillip gestures Michael being right, snatching up
his own and stepping into it. Short-lived was their attire clinging to
their torsos, Michael making the realization his own pubes were all
gooied-up last night, hence this a.m., it had turned to paste, requiring
some cleanup!

Sharing a suite, with other models at CK's Stud Muffin Party, Michael had
quite a short attention span, eyeing up one stud, followed by another, then
another, as each model took on their own means of readying themselves for
another day. He mentions to Phillip, as he provides Michael with a towel, I
think when I grow up I'm going to be model too!"

"I think you're grown up," Phillip says, thinking of Michael's age, but
also his eye contact with Michael's pubes. "All you have to do now is be a
model!"

He knew there was more too it than looking good. Beginning with posture,
Michael puts a palm to his torso, then sashays towards the shared jon. "How
do I look?"

"A little more hip action," Phillip jokes.

Going with it, Michael does more of what would constitute as being a slow
version of the hula.

"Hmm-m, nice," a blond model steps, enroute to the bedroom, from out of the
shower facility. Right behind him, another blond walks, taking one of
Michael's hands, asking, "Let's dance man!"

"Hey!" Michael says, looking from one to the other, "You're twins!"

Sure enough, David and Darryl Chiles had snaggaed another guy's attention
with their exact look-a-like features, the blond hair, blue eyes, perfectly
smooth bods.

Darryl comments, "You're a good dancer!"

"Am I?" Michael replies, still engaged in some kind of jerk dancing.

Off to the side, while Darryl is busy dancing, David asks Phillip, "Hey,
how about we get together after Cayman's through 'using us'?"

It was said in a manner in which it constituted joking, Phillip replying to
him, "Are you kidding? Didn't you see Cayman with his new boytoy?"

"No. Who?" David got on the defensive side.

Patting David on the shoulder, Phillip tells, "Looks like your days are
over, David-ole-man. Cayman's taken up with the poolboy from one of his
guest houses. You know, one of the ones where you have to be real tight
with Cayman in order to warrant living in 'real' luxury?"

Michael was half-listening in, drawing his time between Darryl hitting on
him and Phillip's conversation with Darryl's bro. Hearing the reference, he
figured the guest house to be that of his friends, saying, "Oh yeah. You
mean my friends, Alex and Kyle?"

"The tall dark one," Phillip asks, "is that Kyle?"

"Nope!" Michael replies. "That's my friend Alex."

Suddenly, knowing Cayman's guest house occupants, seemed to launch Michael
into instant stardom, Darryl asking, "How do know these dudes?"

"My boyfriend and me live in New York City with Alex and Kyle."

By force of habit, it slipped out, Michael not even catching himself, but
Phillip seeing error, says, "Former boyfriend?"

Getting it, Darryl asks, "Oh, so you and Michael, you're getting it on now
Phil?"

"We're friends," Phillip replies, which agrees with Michael.

Darryl tells his twin, "Sorry bro."

The news didn't seem to set with David, him quickly bowing out, "Um, I.. I
have to like get moving. I'm up for an early shoot this morning. I better
get ready."

All the frivolty seemed to drain out of Phillip, him watching as David
walks away.

"Something wrong Phillip?" Michael asks, sensing a let down because of
David's humorless exit.

"Damn, I should learn to keep my mouth shut!" Darryl replies.

Phillip turns to him and says, "Yeah Darryl, you really should!"

Michael wasn't stoopid, asking, "What's going on here Phillip?"

Suddenly Darryl has the need to depart as well, making excuse, "Um, they
can't do the photo shoot without the other half of the twins!"

His shoulders slumping, Phillip complains, "This really sucks!"

Getting some bad vibes, Michael asks, "Want to talk about it over a
shower?"

"Yeah. Okay," Phillip replies, the two walking into the adjoining room,
steamy from past occupancy.

As they head inside, two more sleek models, waists wrapped in towels,
parade by, Kyp asking Phillip, "Hey, you and David clubbing with us
tonight?"

Sarcastically, Phillip replies with annoyance, "No, David and I are 'not'
clubbing tonight with anybody!"

Kyp's companion, Gino Graziano, asks, "What happened to you and David?" But
then noticing Michael accompanying him to the shower, having gone on ahead,
but maybe still within earshot, "Uh never mind."

Indeed, Michael was in earshot even though the water he was adjusting made
a hissing sound. By now he had gotten the gist of his involvement with
David, to a certain extent. So, when Phillip leaves the two model-hunks,
he's confronted with, "You and David have something going?"

Already the two had shown signs of sweating, their bods gleaming with
droplets of heated water. Phillip planes back his wet head and divulges,
"Look, we had something going back in the city and when we came out here we
thought it could continue, but it didn't."

"Because you found me?" Michael asks as the lower half of his bod stands in
the shower.

Asorbing the water of the shower jet next to him, Phillip replies, "No, not
at all. Our break up happened hours before I met you on the tennis court."

"What did you get broken up over, unless I'm being too nosy?"

"It's a long story," Phillip whines.

Michael shrugs his shoulders and with light-heartedness, responds, "We can
take long showers?"

%

"Am I doing okay? I'm not hurting you am I?" Alex asked for like the
fiftieth time.

First and second time, Kyle popped off responded favorably. Now he gave the
thumbs up with his 'good' hand, because of his 'starving' condition.

"I think I'm getting close," Alex says.

Now this was reason for Kyle to vomit, with quick release of Alex's
fuck-tool, saying, "Cool! Hurry up and fuck me, Alex!"

"How is everything going this morning?" No knock, no other warning, just
appearing without even as much as a cough-to-attention, there stands Nalin.

So excited about his progress, especially since Kyle owed it all to his
therapist's careful instruction and guidance, Kyle replies, "My arm feels
great! I just gave Alex a blowjob and nothing hurt me!" And if that wasn't
enough praise, "And now he's going to fuck me." And, as if asking approval
from Nalin, "See what happens, right?"

Having stood on the bed, Nalin couldn't help but spot Alex's hand on his
cock, keeping it firmed up. "Maybe I should standby and make sure
everything goes right?"

Apparently Nalin had taken a morning swim, the reason the twenty-six year
old physical therapist was in his speedo. Dumbfounded, neither Kyle, nor
Alex knew what to say, but Nalin did and in his usual, forward manner,
tells them, "I think it would be good if I was here in case Kyle should
happen to feel uncomfortable." If that wasn't enough, the Indian guru
states, "Here, let me assist you Alex. It would be my pleasure!"

Neither of the two said much, things progressing so quickly, Nalin stepping
onto the bed, his feet on either side of Kyle's head, toes pointed towards
Alex. Reaching over, the firm mattress held tight as he says, "Here, give
me your ankles, Kyle."

Alex, wondering what was going down, asks, "Is this in the therapy
textbooks, Nalin?"

"Yes. The one I write!"

"You authored a textbook, Nalin?" Kyle asks as he tilts his head back to
address him.

Knowing Nalin was pulling their chain, Alex had to giggle at Kyle being
sincere. He added an extra smile, noticing Kyle's attention overhead,
stagnant, checking out the big bulge of Nalin's speedo. Yet, in all
sincerity, Alex was thinking of himself too, with the possibility of losing
some momentum if he didn't address the hardness of his stalk. With Kyle's
legs in the air, he dropped to his knees, winding his arms around Kyle's
quads, same thing he's done nightly, and sometimes during the daytime, for
the past year almost.

"I'll take it from here," Alex told Nalin, gaining control of Kyle's legs.

"Oh. Then maybe I go." He stepped down off the bed.

As Nalin lit off the bed, Kyle's eyes followed his prize possession and
maybe because he thought he owed Nalin something for the care he's received
in his recovery, or it could have been his mouth watering for whatever was
controlled by the stretching fabric of Nalin's speedo, he says, "You don't
have to go!" Realising what he's said, Kyle looks to Alex.

His cock already to take the plunge, Alex says, "I've got what I want. What
do you want?"

"You know what I want Alex!" Kyle replies.

Smiling, Alex glances to Nalin's fat speedo and back, asking, "But what
'else' do you want?"

"I want you to fuck me Alex. That's what I want!"

And hearing it said someplace, perhaps a British talkshow, Alex responds,
"Rubbish!" Then, with a dominant attitude, "Nalin, would you terribly mind
if Kyle gave you a blowjob?"

"Alex!" Kyle scolds.

In retort to his lover, "After all Nalin has done for you, honey?"

It was like Alex pleading, but Kyle really wanting and instead of putting
his 'honey' on the spot, made it sound like they were doing Nalin a favor,
Kyle reacting, "Well sure. I think what Alex means," Kyle once again turns
his attention towards Nalin, eyes on the big bulge, "is since I'm probably
all done with your services, maybe it would be okay to give you a tip?"

"You two are very funny," Nalin replies, "but I leave you to your privacy!"

Kyle whimpered in dissapointment.

Alex, wanting to so bad feel himself inside his lover, the scene putting
him off from doing so, orders, "No! We insist Nalin. Just drop your draws
and I don't give a damn how you do it, but feed Kyle before you make him
cry?"

"I'm not going to cry Alex!" Kyle said, like a little kid in objection. His
attention was quickly weaned away from Alex, after Nalin placed the elastic
below his balls, anchoring his speedo. "Oh man you look good, Nalin!"

"So you 'do' want me?"

Alex says, a hand starting to feed himself into Kyle's ass, "He wants
you. So plug his mouth so we can both shut him up and have some peace and
quiet?"

Nalin's giggling made Alex smile, but the real pleasure was to come as
Kyle's ass took over the need to hold his hard shaft with his own hand.

"Open wide!" Nalin joked with Kyle.

But Kyle was thinking already, 'OMG!' From above it looked 'big', but
depantsed and a half inch from his mouth it looked like a monster!

In the transition between standing next to the bed and saddling Kyle's
chest, the speedo came off as if Nalin was a magician. He teased Kyle, from
the look on his face, "If you don't want, I go outside and offer it up to
another boy?"

"No. I mean I want it, but it's like... so-o big!"

But Nalin helped, drawing himself closer to Kyle, lifting the back of the
blonde's head to accomodate the reach, cushioning his half-crunch in order
fit himself into Kyle's oral cavity. Too, he was conscious of not hurting
Kyle's sensitive shoulder and ribs. But all seemed to work in conjunction
and soon Kyle was sucking up Nalins tool.

As for Alex, he was in heaven. He could only guess how much enjoyment his
lover was getting, with Nalin's back in his way. And as he peered upon
Nalin's perfectly sculpted back, a sudden, 'perverted' thought entered his
mind. Suddenly Alex 'wanted it', what he thought and as he leaned forwards,
more of his cock surged inside. Then one thought dwell on the other, more
of him inside as his bod lurched forwards. Finally, close enough, he leaned
in, his head going between Kyle's thighs. Like he imagined, he stuck his
tongue out and licked Nalin's back.

"Oh-h-h-h that feel nice." And turning his head around, addressing Alex,
"More?"

By now, Alex's knees were to the sides of Kyle's ass and the more he
stretched, the more he seemed to fit in. And, the thought of happiness
running through his mind, he pursued his walking on his knees. Arms too
close for comfort, he needed more leverage. A natural reaction, it seemed,
he reached in between Nalin's arms and ribs and grabbed hold of his pecs.

Nalin and Alex seemed to echo the same feelings of pleasure.

Alex makes a long sigh, "Oh-h-h-h-h," his hands taking on the pleasure of
feeling up gobs of chest hair, his palms sensing some hefty nubs.

Same time, Nalin informs Alex, "Oh yeah... You can get rough on me, too!"

Of course, himself deep inside Kyle, his hands giving him the momentum to
draw himself in, he didn't hear much what Nalin was saying, so Nalin takes
it upon himself to loosen up Alex's hands. He repositions Alex's hands so
his fingers are wading through his chest hair, searching for the rigid
pec-meat. "Ah-h-h-h-h oh yes! You work me Alex... you work me good!"

And as Alex began drawing back, then pumping Kyle's ass, his hands had the
uncanny urge to pulverize Nalin's nips.

In return, the sensation of pain mixing with pleasure, like an electric
jolt, zipped down to Nalin's balls and drove him crazy with desire to pump
in and out of Kyle's mouth.

Too, Kyle wanted more of the action, so his left arm, the good one, took
Nalin's right hand in his and directed the Indian to doing some Yoga move,
placing his hand behind his back.

Working his hand in between himself and Alex's compression, Nalin surprised
Kyle, reaching both hands behind his back.

In unison, each helping the other reach the supreme goal, the bed began
swaying in conjunction with the threeway ministrations.

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The more you stretch, the more you can fit in... 'spread' happiness!
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