Date: Tue, 16 Feb 2010 13:14:42 -0800 (PST)
From: T. Chase McPhee <survivalgame@yahoo.com>
Subject: FoR SaLE By OwNEr:  CK's STuD MuFFiN PaRTy  14

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  14
wriTten by T. Chase McPhee

%

"Thanks for helping us out with Kyle and Alex," Caleb made his lead in,
stirring up conversation with Silas.

"Yeah, well I'm sorry, but I tend to get a little over-reactive when I hear
people like your father talk about us the way he does," Silas takes the
bait.

Catching it, the 'us', Caleb smiles a little, thinking of what he's
observed and wondered if Silas 'is', has confirmed his thoughts. So, based
on meeting Kyle and Alex, he asks Silas, "Are you partnered?"

Silas smiles and in retribute, "Why? Do you want to be?"

Maybe quite a bit overprotective of himself, all things considering with
his father's nature of things, Caleb asks, "How do you know if I'm gay?"

"Dah, your father just as much came out and said it?"

"Oh right. Yeah, he does get upset over it."

"Besides," he relates to a few minutes ago, "a man doesn't haul off and
kiss another guy without reason?"

"Oh that," Caleb says, smiling. "Impulse, I suppose."

Silas replies, "Well next time you're being impulsive I hope I'm around to
reap the benefits!" He knew what could happen and didn't want to provoke
the father, if he should happen to appear. So, instead of doing what his
loins wanted him to do, Silas simply brushed his hand down Caleb's arm. He
did leave Caleb with, "After the gig's over, if you want, we can all get
together and 'talk'?"

"I'd like that very much," Caleb replies in an uplifting manner. "But,"
returning to negativity, "I think our father wants to flee from this
homophobic hellhole!" This time, he ended the task of representing his
father's wishes with a smile, returning the soft affection, his fingers
touching Silas' hand, their eyes locking.

Suddenly Jason whistles, shouting softly to Caleb, "Hey!"

But it didn't do any good. Jason was too late in his warning.

Dropping a squared off bundle of spring water, it making a load thud on the
floor, louder was their father's voice, Mark sweeping right over to Caleb,
shouting, "What the fuck you doing Caleb?" His vocal anger didn't stop
there, his pace quickening. Grabbing Caleb roughly at the elbow, he twirled
him around. It was obvious to everybody Caleb's father saw him holding
Silas' hand. "Didn't I tell you to fuckin' mind your own business?" he
lashed out at Caleb.

"Yeah, but..." This time Jason was in for more than some unkind
words. "Akkkkkkk!" Jason shouted, falling to the side as his father slaps
him aside the head for the crime of interference.

"Hey," Silas says, grabbing hold of his father's arm, "that's going too
far."

"Butt out faggot!" Mark yells, his fist plunging into Silas' gut.

Silas gets bent over, feeling his tender abs as he backs up, backs up and
backs up, the wind knocked out of him.

"You fuckin' asshole!" Gregg Underwood yells, tackling Mark in the
midsection, taking him into the drawn curtain.

"Oh shit Alex... you better make a run for Geoff... or anybody!" But by the
time Kyle is finished with his sentence, Alex has already flown the coop!

Torn between helping Jason, but wanting to help out the guy who took it
upon himself to defend his friend, Kyle tells Caleb, "Well just don't stand
there... do something!"

By now, one of the curtains has half ripped out of the track, Mark and
Gregg going to it, rolling around on the stage. Running over to the
altercation, Caleb claws at the curtains, trying to find a way in.

The other two brothers, Lane and Jared, and out of spontaneously feelings,
hustle across the stage to where Jason is being comforted by Kyle.

Silas' band is at his side. "Are you okay Silas? That goon... he didn't
hurt you...too bad... did he?"

Seeing there's no way of finding no way into to the fracas, turns to Jason.

"Everything's okay here," Kyle assures him. Even Lane backs him up,
"Jason's got a nasty cut, that's all." Nodding across the stage, Jared
says, "What about him?"

Approaching the side of the stage where T.R.U.N.K.S.! was setting up, Caleb
focuses his attention. Lying out, flat-lined on the stage floor, Caleb
finds Silas, asking, "I'm terribly sorry what happened. Are you okay?"

Sitting up on a slant, Silas takes Caleb's hand and places it on his
stomach. "If you rub it, I think it might feel better?"

"Really?" Caleb says in all sincerity.

What they hadn't realized is, Jason had regained his stance, after recovery
from the slap to his cheek. "Oh fuck!" he exclaimed when Gregg Underwood
was left flailing in the downed curtain, his father on his feet and headed
towards Caleb.

"Wait Jason!" Kyle tried dissuade him from altercation. Whereas Lane and
Jared weren't offering any assistance, Jason got up, much against Kyle's
opinion, charged to place where Caleb was 'soothing' Silas.

Before anything can be said or done, they hear a big clamor, the cymbals
sounding, followed by that of a bass drum.

"Oh shit!" Silas yells, doing a situp as they watch Jason hurled into the
T.R.U.N.K.S! drum set. As he gets to his feet, Silas asks, "Where's a cop
when you need one!"

Heralded on, Silas makes haste to rush across the stage, backed by his
band, Caleb somewhere in between.  "Okay man! You're going down!"

The three remaining brothers, and Kyle, sought to help Jason, whom had a
small gash along his forehead, having made impact with a cymbal. Like
cuddling a baby, Caleb was there to assist, nearly in tears over his
brother's misfortune.

"He's going to be alright," Kyle said.

Caleb's attention was drawn between Jason and Silas, as he tried to subdue
his father. He was torn between the brother who always stood up for him and
the newly acquired man who was slowly becoming a substitute for what Jason
stood for. Silas' group decided to seek out some help, leaving the stage,
except for Gregg, who finally found his way out of the myriad of stage
curtain pieces. Together, with Silas, the two finally managed to subdue
Mark Elgin, Gregg pinning him to the wall. "I got him!"

"Are you sure?" Silas asks.

"Sure I'm sure!" Gregg replies.

Silas, manager of more than one group, has always found at performance
venues, somebody fainting, or other deterrents towards concerts beginning
on time or being interrupted. Once, he was really glad to have some medical
training under his belt, when the tour bus ran off the road, Now, as he ran
towards the enclave surrounding Caleb's brother, he saw from a distance
just what was needed, immediately ordering, "One of you guys.... give me
your shirt!"

Lane and Jared start peeling their black sweaters off over their head, but
Caleb gets way ahead of them.

Kyle then says, "The white shirt would be better."

"This is the best I could do!" Alex arrives, all out of breath, toting
Jason van der Linde along with him. He points over his shoulder, but Gregg
is too involved in subduing the elder Elgin counterpart. "Where'd he go?"

To take the black neck tie off before the white shirt took time.

Kneeling there, Silas says to Alex, "Excuse me," taking his own white tee
shirt off and mopping up Jason's split open forehead. "I hope somebody's
dialed 911!"

Alex replies, "They're on the way," as he stands by Kyle and the rest of
the two bands.

"Geoff know?" Kyle asks.

"I suppose he will. Ron went to find him."

Meanwhile, Silas has taken his tee shirt and torn it into long strands,
talking his way through doctoring up Jason, "I have an official license to
practice being a nurse!" Having left tackling Mark Elgin to the dude who
showed up with Alex, he turns his attention away a second to ask, "How's
the police-dude doing?"

It's Kyle who answers in the form of knowing Jason personally, telling,
"That Jason sure has come a long way!"

"You know him?" Silas asks.

"Used to be a smartalecky kid," Alex tells.

Looking up at Alex, Silas takes a second glance. In all the turmoil he
can't believe he's missed the opportunity to take in the features. The
smile is stuck on his face as he tends to Caleb's brother. Saying to Caleb,
he tells, "Your brother is going to be alright." He realizes Caleb is
consistantly checking him out, like eyes feeling all over his bod. Evening
up the stakes, he says, "Um, Caleb... I might still need your shirt?"

Already tore open in haste, but still on him, Caleb responds, "Sure, if you
think you're going to need it?"

As Caleb is stripping is off over the back of his shoulders, Silas licks
his lips, wondering how the two nips taste, poking out through his tee
shirt. Wadding his own tee shirt up, he says, "Geez, your brother's
bleeding up a storm," which he wasn't, because the bleeding has actually
stopped. "You better give me your tee shirt too."

"You got it!" Caleb plays along because he didn't know any better! He
hesitates, thinking of something, but then his brother becomes more
important over whether anyone takes notice of the lines across his back.

Silas was feeling it in the crotch, the slight covering of reddish chest
hair over the white pecs, pinkish nips resembling delectable delights, the
strip, which matched the hair on his head, shooting down between taut abs,
hair all mashed up in the pit of Caleb's stomach.

Wise to him, Alex says from above, "You better watch what you're doing,
Silas?"

"I am... I am," Silas says, his attention turning back to Jason.

Apparently, Alex and Kyle's Jason, has subdued the father, with alleviating
Gregg's help. Gregg is right there, lending hand if he needs it, but it
seems like Jason has things under control. Elgin's front butted up against
the far wall, Jason has secured both arms behind his back.

"Oh my, will ya looka that!" One of the band members from T.R.U.N.K.S!
exclaims, drawing attention from Jason's medical standpoint, to the
assailant.

There, they see Jason, one arm pinning Elgin to the wall, the other with
his speedo down around his ankles. Kicking it up, Jason manages to lasso
two wrists together, a tourniquet of sorts to bind them up.

"Strong lad!" Alex says of the long distance view.

"Ahem!" Kyle does a fake cough.

Announcing Geoff, Alex goes, "The 'bear' and his accomplice!"

But across the massive stage things were not all joking and fun. Directly
behind Geoff, in walks his back up, Vince Maselli and Jorgen Ordman, along
with, the whole security force, Pete Kraft, Ted Baer, Julian Baker, Thiago
Sanchez, Tom Jarrett, Bobby Burago, Chetty El-Ali, Wade Taylor, Justin
Keren...

With the whole security force in one place, or so it seemed, Kyle asks, "I
wonder who's minding the store?"

Alex replies, "I think this takes precedent over bare buttocks!"

While Alex, Kyle, and the members of 'Sentinel' and 'T.R.U.N.K.S!' pay
attention to the commotion involving Mark Elgin, Silas and Caleb have been
having their own little chat.

"You okay baby?"

"Who?" Caleb looks around the circle, his attention drawn across stage,
returning to Silas, "You mean me?"

Smiling at him, knowing Caleb is probably starved of affection, Silas' eyes
drop as he says, "You have a fine looking bod. Been keeping yourself in
shape, have you?"

"I don't know." And speaking on behalf of himself, as well as his brothers,
since the quads seemed to match to the 'T', physically, "we don't have to
work at keeping ourselves in shape. It just happens naturally."

He would have wanted to keep up with fraternizing with Caleb, but then
Jason began coming around.

"Where am I? Oh man have I got a headache!"

Maybe confused, on account of Jason was the spitting image of Caleb, except
Caleb's piercing near his brow, upper left eye and Jason's short-cropped
goatee, he reports, "You're going to be alright baby..." then realizing his
mistake.. "I mean Jason..." he looks to Caleb, smiles and then returns to
Jason, "you have a nasty cut on your forehead. It seems your head decided
to make some music during the scuffle with your father!"

"I feel like I drank down a fifth of vodka!"

Caleb sets the record straight, "Jason's joking. Our father would never let
us drink. Forget it, if he ever smelled liquor on our breaths!"

Silas wanted to ask, but would leave it till later to ask about his Caleb's
father's demerit system.

By now, the gathering around Jason had dwindled to the three. With the
question asked, Jason and Caleb exchange glances. Jason says, "Tell him. It
doesn't matter now I guess."

Caleb was the one barechested, save for his black necktie, the only
remnants of the top half of the group's 'uniform'. As he pressed his hands
to the stage floor and turned around, Jason explains, "Poor Caleb always
got it worse than the rest of us, because he is gay."

"Fuck, that's disgusting!" Silas says. Then, thinking he meant Caleb's
back, which wasn't pretty, with lines running across it, from the shoulder
blades down to midback, "I mean not your back. I mean what that bastard did
to you."

From years of ridicule and the possibility Caleb was being liberated from
keeping himself inside himself, as he turned back, he bagan to
sniffle. Probably it was the catalyst which made Jason start to think on
the same wavelength.

The two kneeling, Silas moved in to comfort Caleb, but realizing Jason was
being left out, he used his right arm also, doing his best to comfort the
other.

Gregg Underwood 'happened' by, telling, "Aren't you being kind of greedy,
Silas?"

Relinquishing his hold on Jason, Silas says, "Help yourself."

Caleb says, "Um, Jason's not gay," thinking Gregg had motives towards
thinking of Jason in this way.

"No problem," Gregg says in an easygoing way. "I figured it's the least I
can do for somebody who helped me fix my G-string, is be a friend?"

He offered his hand. Jason took it, but didn't readily let go. Being things
had progressed as they did, he didn't sense any fear, saying, "I'll been
such a coward."

"Huh? What do you mean Jase?" Caleb says.

Jason showed him, tugging on Gregg's hand. Losing his balance, Gregg fell
forwards as he squatted down. Catching him on the cheek, Jason planted a
kiss!

In response, Caleb questions, "Jase? What is this about?"

Silas thought of this as a 'brotherly' moment, so took Gregg back to where
Kyle, Alex and the rest of the band stood, minus their 'business manager'.

Seeing the two from afar, Jared says, "I take it Jase is outing himself?"

"You knew?" Silas asks.

Alex and Kyle too extended their curiosity, "Jase gay?"

Speaking on behalf of both, Jared says, "Lane and I had our suspicions, but
we kept it to ourselves. It would have served no purpose for us to mention
it to our father."

With a sense of trust developing in the early stages, whereas he's shown
kindness to Caleb, Silas finds it not a problem, joking, "I guess one 'bad
apple' in the family was enough!"

"Yeah," Jared sighs. His attention, geared towards the brothers sitting on
the floor in front of the wrecked drum set, draws a melancholy moment from
the other two brothers.

Till Lane says, "Do you think Jase's head has ruined your drum set?"

Panic set in on the stage, Cayman rushing up the stairs, hands waving
wildly in the air, "I came as fast as I could run... oh my! What's happened
here?" he says of the disarray.

"Excuse me," A beefy fellow says, carrying a medical kit.

Cayman's ready to 'bust' this fellow, saying in an accented manner, "Well,
excuooose me!" All signs of calamity befallen the victims seems instantly
erased from his mind as he gazes on the over six foot tall 'Norseman'. "Oh
my Gawd!" Cayman exclaims, viewing the medical uniform, busting out wide at
the shoulders, caving in towards the waist, rendering a swimmers
build. "Excuse me," he says to those around him. Not waiting for further
explanation, he says, "I better make sure the lad is taken care of!"

"Cute man," Silas says, watching Cayman, all decked out in a speedo, hustle
across stage.

Tom Space, waiting in the wings, addresses Silas, "He's not the only one!"

"Is that so?" the twenty-five year old plays with Tom.

Right up front, Tom asks, "How about after all this winds down you drop by
my office so we can fuck around?"

Silas replies, "Thanks, but after all this over I've got a hot date with a
sweet fellow." He turns and walks towards the drum set.

By now another paramedic has arrived. It is most obvious to Kyle and Alex,
the latter paramedic can't keep his mind on his work!

"I think it's safe to transfer him to the stretcher," 'swimmers build'
says.

But just as they are about to do so, Jason keels over.

The medic-dude with the short attention span suddenly perks up, "He's going
into cardiac arrest!"

"Oh my God, he's having a heart attack?" Caleb says out loud.

The two were standing there, Silas comforting Caleb, replying, "No. A heart
attack is not the same thing as cardiac arrest."

In no time at all, Jason was lying on the stretcher brought in. In
retrospect, instead of the 'swimmer', the other medical personnel was right
on it, administering to Jason. "Oh shit! The damn thing doesn't work!" he
says of the modern way from reviving a patient.

"Excuse me," 'swimmer' says, moving to the side. With brute force he tears
open the front of Jason's black shirt, ripping open the white dress shirt
underneath. "Damn, I'm surprised you guys aren't dehydrated in all this
clothing!"

"I wondered that myself," Silas mentions, his hand grazing up and down
Caleb's back till he realizes he's planing over the welts. He softly says,
"I'm not hurting you am I?"

"No," Caleb is quick to comeback, but with more interest, "I hope Jase is
going to be okay."

As the DJ's music is blaring outside the main curtain, partially destroyed
to the far right, the paramedics work on stage. Around them, two security
officers keep the small enclave from venturing too close to the medics,
Thiago and Justin having been ordered to hang back from the rest of the
force.

Mouth-to-mouth proved suffient, Jase coming around. An emergency tank of
oxygen was admitted, but soon pulled away. After a few coughs, the victim
seemed to be breathing on his own and without a glitch. Directly above him,
Jase said, "Thanks." He tried to smile, but fell asleep, right after
reading the little plastic ID, Raymon Velasquez.

"He's not arrested again?" Caleb exclaims in worry.

Looking up towards Caleb, Raymon replies, "No. More like sleep. He's going
to be alright."

As things began to wrap up, of course Cayman cornering the
'swimmer-paramedic'. As they were departing, he had Tom Space give him
contact information, as he told him, "Well Georgie, anytime you feel you
want to give up running around, saving people's lives, give me a call!"

To match his stature and bod, George replies in a macho voice, "I'll keep
it in mind Mr. Karlyle," pocketing the card.

Right away, Cayman's brain begins churning out the ideas for a 'medical'
calendar! "Make a note for Mr. January, Tom!"

Tom Space wasn't opposing the thought, though he figured Raymon Velasquez
would do nicely as 'the whole summer'! He not only entered George Finn into
his computer database for 'standbys'.

As things happen, not quite the usual way around the Cayman Karlyle Estate,
Jason found himself being put in the back of the ambulance, waking up just
in time to protest.

Money talks and was speaking loud enough for Cayman to direct Tom to
instantly draw up checks for George and Raymon, backing Jason out of the
truck.

George complains, "But I was supposed to go off duty and visit my mother in
Huntington."

"You would give up this?" Cayman wavered a hand, a partial view of the
pool, dozens of healthy bods in and out of the splashing water.

"My Karlyle, thanks very much, but I'm not really into the gay scene."

Cayman was prolly more dejected, thinking of losing that beautiful swimmers
build to the heterosexual world!

However, it didn't take hardly any convincing at all for Raymon, giving up
reporting to his quiet apartment for another round of Tv dinners! And,
since he was there for Jase, he didn't mind at all being a part of the Stud
Muffin Party.

Walking off from the back are of the stage, Cayman slung orders around, as
to where Raymon would be sleeping, giving him roughly carte blanche over
where he went and what he did. For now, Jason and Raymon were whisked away
to some rooms for resting up, George there for the purpose of helping weed
them through the crowds. George got used to being touched, whereas Raymon
didn't mind it at all!

Lane ventures to say, "Um, Mr. Karlyle, sir... like what do we do?"

"I beg your pardon?" Cayman says, turning around, after being interrupted
with some 'more' grand plans for the weekend, all dictated to Tom Space who
entered it into his laptop. Whereas Cayman had Tom to dictate every move
to, Tom had his laptop, an invaluable resource to keep him up to date.

Picking up on where Lane was going with this, Caleb, still nuzzled in the
pocket of Silas' armpit, says, "We're more or less stranded here now."

The small circle, composed of Cayman, Tom, Caleb, Silas, Lane and Jared,
it's reported, "Well I can't very well let this happen. Of course, you can
become part of the crowd. You know... blend in?"

It's Tom whom thinks of, "What about clothes?"

Right now, as it stands, Caleb and Silas were barechested, except for
Caleb's black necktie, still around his neck. He already got some passerby
comments about his 'nice tie'. As for Lane and Jared, they report, "What we
came in is what we're wearing home."

Which brought Caleb to another dilemma, "Our father's got the key to our
apartment. We wouldn't be able to get in if we wanted to."

Jared gives solution, "Unless we broke down the door!"

Cayman thought Caleb to be very cute and in doing so, was calling the whole
lot of brothers 'cute'. It set him to thinking in his mind, 'September,
October, November and December'!

His off the cuff renderings set Tom to typing, mandating he open the extra
guest house, one usually set aside for dignitaries, probably as luxurious a
setting as the main house itself.

Caleb was to understand this being done for him and his brothers, but
questions, "What about Silas?"

"Oh there's plenty of room for ten bands!" Cayman directs Tom into entering
information.

As Lane and Jared flank Cayman on either side, Silas and Caleb follow along
with Tom Space.

"First I need the names of each of your band members," Tom asks, resting
his laptop on a table, partially cleared of cocktails. A waiter passing by,
Tom says, "Jimmy, would you clear this for me?"

"Right away Mr. Space," Jimmy replies.

Wearing less than Caleb, Jimmy sports a silver speedo, extra low rise and a
black bowtie.

"Forget the band," Silas jokes. "Next year I'm applying for a waiter's
job!"

"I can put your request in now, if you want it?" Tom says to Silas.

"Really?"

"Me too," says Caleb.

Silas follows up, "Yeah, put us both in."

After a little typing, Tom says. "There!" hitting 'enter'. "You're hired!"

"Just like that?" Silas asks.

Caleb follows, "Don't you have to clear it with Mr. Karlyle?"

Shooing the skepticism away, Tom follows through entering what rolls off of
Silas' tongue, "I'll give it to you in order."

"Order?" It floors Tom, for once not having a clue.

"Yeah. 'T.R.U.N.K.S.!' is made up from the last names of the band members."
And he rattles off, "Brady Trask, Davide Rodriquez, Gregg Underwood, Maurat
Narkargan, Mitch Kitchell and Mike-Robert Starks. Get it? Trask, Rodriquez,
Underwood, Narkargan, Kitchell, Starks? T, R, U, N, K, S?"

"I get it," Caleb says. "Very smart. Was that your idea?"

Silas smiles, replying, "Of course!"

Tom wasn't so sure of it, but it was cute, if you looked at it with the
perspective of the two being a tight couple. "We'll go over it later," Tom
replies, shutting his laptop.

Reporting with a fresh tray to clear the table, Jimmy asks, "You're leaving
already Mr. Space?"

"Uh yeah," then after a slight hesitation, "Stop by my office when you get
off duty. I don't have any loose change on me for a tip!"

"Cool!" Jimmy, who looks no older than Caleb, replies.

Silas is wise to the option, but Caleb hasn't a clue, saying, "I've got
five bucks in my wallet if that'll save Jimmy a trip?"

Playing along, Jimmy replies, "Oh you're such a sweetie. Thanks, but I
think Mr. Space was thinking of maybe something more."

"Oh. Well, I've got a ten, but that's all I have in spending money," Caleb
replies.

Silas gets them both off the hook, "I think Tom was thinking more of around
twenty!"

On their way to the accomodations, the three Elgin boys were talking it up,
wondering why Jimmy was getting a twenty dollar tip for clearing three
cocktail glasses from the table!

%

"What do you think is going to happen?" Alex quizzes Geoff, as they return
to the party.

"It's a tough call at this point. For one thing, they're going to have to
wait till their old man settles down. Man, what a trip!" Geoff tells them
as he settles his weary bones in a lounge chair.

"Mai Tai's?" Swifty asks.

"Sure," Alex replies for he and Kyle. He doesn't wait for Geoff's
preference before running off.

"What's in a Mai Tai?" Kyle asks.

As Geoff closes his eyes to the sun, he rattles off, one ounce gold rum,
one ounce dark rum, one ounce triple sec, half-ounce lime juice, half-ounce
Orgeat syrup, a maraschino cherry, pineapple and a mint sprig. Throw it all
in a shaker with ice, toss it up to heaven a few times, then strain into
old fashioned glasses over crushed ice. Oh and don't forget the straw!" He
opened his eyes for the final sentence, giving them a wink!

"I didn't get the syrup part," Kyle questions.

"Orgeat," Geoff replies. "Made in the Caribbean, but don't ask me what of."

"Close enough," Alex deems it. He then asks Kyle, "How about a swim? I'm
getting kind of sweaty already baking out here in the sun."

"I know," Kyle replies, "and you look soo-oo delicious!"

"Stop it!" Alex says. "You're gonna make me hard in front of all these
men!"

"Oh really?" Geoff says, popping open his eyes and lowering his shades as
his eyes take in Alex's lower view.

"I said 'make me' Geoff. I'm not like hard 'yet'!"

"Really Alex. You coulda fooled me!" Geoff laughs it off, Alex's pronounced
bulge, one not telling the difference of whether he is hard or soft!

"Funny Geoff. And what about you?"

"You fuckin' little weasel!" Geoff sits up, ready to take off after Alex
after he has just groped him.

"Where's Alex going?" Swifty asks, both hands carrying a tray of four
drinks, little colored straws popping out of each.

"For a swim in the pool," Kyle tells him.

Geoff lies, "Yeah. He was getting hard from watching all the boys playing
with each other and had to go cool off his crotch!"

"I can understand why," Swifty replies. "Don't think he's the only one!"

"Oh really?" Geoff questions, peering at Swifty's swim suit, probably the
only one which looks like the standard L.L. Bean model, only with a
Hawaiian flavor, instead of two puppies looking for duck in the swamp.

On the contrary, Geoff wore the skimpy speedo model and even though a
full-fledged 'bear', down below he had every right wearing one, his
stealth, beefy, bear bod showing he was packing it in very nicely!

"I think I'll go see if Alex is cooled off yet," Kyle excuses himself.

"Oh do you need help, dear, getting up?" Swifty offers.

"Nah. I'm getting more self-sufficient with each passing day. But
thanks. And thanks for the drinks," he says, carting away his and the one
designated for Alex. As he neared the pool, all Kyle could do was
laugh. There was Michael and Scotty, but wrapped around Michael's loins
wasn't his speedo, but a pair of Alex's briefs!

He got mixed up, drinking from both drinks as he stood there, hearing one
guy say, "I simply 'adore' the extra space in the front!"

Like himself, the model was tall, blond, the thin, squiggly treasure trail
which dipped into his, he presumed, shaved pubes. So fascinated with this
one model, he didn't realize he was consistently taking drags on the little
straw in the Mai Tai.

He followed Alex's gaze right up to where his hairy chest was right in
front of him, Alex asking, "Which one is mine or are both of them yours?"

Shaking both a little, Kyle hands Alex the one less full, "This one's
yours."

"Hmm," Alex weighs the volume in his hand, "I think I got gypped!"

"I can share!" Kyle says, in a bright tone.

"Good," Alex says, taking Kyle's drink, taking a long drag on the
straw. "Potent!"

"Not as potent as those boys checking out Michael's 'swim suit'!"

Alex turns to face the crowd of boys, some their noses almost in Michael's
business as they admire the bright-toned briefs. "Yeah, ain't it a pisser?"

Kyle laughs, saying, "Yeah, wouldn't it be more of a pisser if he had to
piss?"

"I think we better sit down," Alex replies.

"But I came to go swimming with you!"

Seeing Kyle having made light work out of making the Mai Tai cups
'lighter', he figured the big pool would not be a good idea. He spotted
something a little more shallow and cozier. In fact, no one else was in the
small pool, so they sat down, having the whole circular pool to themselves.

"Just sold another one!" Michael yells over to Alex.

Alex sends back the 'thumbs up'!

"Is Michael making you a small fortune today?"

"More like recognition, speaking of which, he told me some startling news,"
Alex replies.

"Oh?" Kyle says, leaning back, then after 'shocking' his sore arm, leans
forwards after announcing, "Ooh that hurt!"

Remedying it, Alex lies down almost entirely, telling Kyle, "Here, lay on
me!"

"Mm-mm!" Kyle says. "If you feel the urge, just poke me!" Then he skips
over, "So what's up with Michael?"

"Not necessarily with Michael, but news of Scotty moving up in the world."

"How so?" Kyle asks as indeed he feels he's willing Alex's vitals to
expand.

"Tom Space offered him the lead chef's position at the estate and as I
understand it, it's a year round position!"

"What happened to the 'old' chef?"

"Quit. It's still developing, but what I gather the other chef was offered
a Tv deal," Alex replies as his hands take up with some underwater
massaging.

"Um, you can like do more than my pecs and tummy, Alex."

"I'm getting there... I'm getting there... don't you worry!"

"Oh, I'm not worried!" Kyle smiled at him almost upside down.

He got an upside down kiss, Alex saying, "So back to the other thing, what
it seems Michael was trying to tell me is they will be living out here at
the Karlyle estate."

"Oh-h-h," it put a downward spin into Kyle's day. "I'm gonna miss them."

"You and me both, especially that Michael."

"It's funny."

"What is?"

"I brought Scotty home and feel more attached to him, whereas you found
Michael and I think you are close to him."

Alex smiles, saying, "I really love that kid!"

"As much as you love me?"

Giving it back to Kyle, same thing rendered before from his partner, Alex
says, "Let me think about it!"

"Okay. Now we're really even," Kyle says.

From subject to subject they hopped, Alex asking, "Oh, so tell me... how
was Caleb's kiss?"

"A little forced, but not bad."

Alex asks, "As good as my kiss?"

Straying from an answer, Kyle veers off, "Your hands are doing a good job
now!"

"How can you tell?" he asks, Alex flexing his abs while thrusting his hips
a little.

"I can tell! I can tell!"

Such a sweet moment for the two to be disturbed, Michael saying, "Hey Alex,
this is Berki. He wants to talk with you. Bye!"

"Cute!' The tanned thirty-something year old said, wading into the pool,
with inviting himself, "May I?"

"Sure," Alex replied.

Kyle was a little perturbed, especially when something was forming in the
depths of the pool!

Offering his hand as he waded in, he says, "I'm Berkeley Atazzi, but my
friends call me Berki." And as they shook hands, Berki replies, "I now
consider us friends!"

A little tipsy, Kyle asks, "Can I be your friend too?"

Alex introduces, "This is my partner Kyle Dryfiss whom has had one too many
Mai Tai's!"

"I have not!" Kyle says with indignancy. Then right off, he says right off
to Berki, "I bet we're really going to be good friends."

Wondering 'why', as much as Berki, he waits for Berki to question, "Oh and
how would that go?"

With a bright smile, Kyle assesses, "Because I like really hairy guys!"

Alex looks off to the side, waving to a pair of guys who think he's
checking them out, in a move like he doesn't want to 'know' Kyle at the
moment!

But the thirty-three year old doesn't mind a bit, saying, "I think that's
awesome!"

'Oh boy,' Alex thinks to himself, this Berki dude has had more 'sauce' than
Kyle!

"Cool!" Kyle replies.

Inviting, Berki renders, "In fact, feel free to touch."

Like a little boy in a candy store, Kyle pleads, "Can I Alex? Can I?"

Rolling his eyes, Alex says, "If Berki says it's okay."

Again, Alex turns his head, seeing the two hot models looking his
way. Since Kyle is being so risque, he throws a kiss their way! One of the
boys had his back to Alex. Since they were the distance of the other end of
the pool, the other one who acknowledged the gesture, tells the other one
what happened. 'Oh boy!' Alex thinks when they both head over to the small
pool. Right away he gets the idea they are boyfriends and he's just blown a
kiss across the waters to the guy's beloved!

"Mind if we join you?"

What could Alex say after he more or less 'beckoned' them over!

"Why of course!" Berki took over the helm, moving closer to Kyle so the two
models could sit their almost bare buns down.

"Nice speedo," Alex says of the one almost resembling a thong.

Kyle says, "But not too close, guys," his hand upright and waving for them
to move a few more inches from Alex's right arm. "Further."

They move a few more inches.

"Okay. That's good."

But Alex had to laugh, Berki almost in Kyle's lap, his arm around the
outside of the pool, probably grazing the ridge of Kyle's shoulders!

"How long can I touch you?"

The other two introduced themselves by first names only, Seth and
Shane. Seth says, "I wouldn't bother asking. Just do it!"

Alex figures it wasn't only Berki and Kyle who have drunk like fishes. He's
thinking, 'Am I the only sober man around here?'

He then hears Seth say, "Anybody want to see Shane suck a cock underwater?"

He figured Shane would hit Seth over the head for mentioning it, but Alex
was surprised, Shane going along with it, adding his own two cents, "Yeah,
you'll be amazed at how long I can hold my breath?"

"Oh!" Berki jumps in the pool.

Kyle laughs, Alex wondering what kind of mischief he is up to.

Berki reveals, "Careful! I have such sensitive nips!"

It only serves to make Kyle giggle long and louder, after giving the hairy
nip a tug.

"Or," Seth states, "Shane's not particular. Though he prefers cock, he can
suck balls or 'nips'!"

"Can't Shane speak for himself?" Alex asks, annoyed at Seth doing his
bidding for him.

Taking it as a request, Shane says, "Sure I can. What's your preference
Alex?" he gets up, exchanging places with Seth, so he can sit next to Alex.

"I wasn't meaning it for myself," Alex replies.

Leave it to Kyle to say, "It sure sounded like you meant it for yourself
Alex!"

"Oh! Stop that!" Berki jumped again, followed by Kyle giggling.

"You can play with my nips all you want," Seth says, putting his elbows up
on the edge of the shallow pool, which makes his perfectly smooth pecs
stand out, the smoothness of them highlighting the two perky pec-spots.

"Hmm," Berki says, gazing at Seth's pecs. "Wouldn't mind having one of them
for lunch myself!"

In the meantime, Alex is fending for himself, trying to fight off with
words, "No. Really. It's okay Shane. I get plenty of tongue action from my
partner."

He was so cute. Maybe a year older than Alex, twenty or twenty-one, reddish
hair, which dictated he was prolly of Irish or Scottish descendency and one
of the few models who had any visible hair above the bellyhole, a wisp
around each nip and the happy trail starting above the navel.

At least Kyle thought him to be adorable, saying, "Oh c'mon Alex. Don't
dissapoint the poor guy. Besides," he stray from his New York accent, "I
ain't never seen nobdy suck cock underwater!"

In a last ditch effort, Alex tried throwing the attention off, speaking of
Seth and Berki, Berki having his way with sucking Seth's nips, "Isn't that
the most pathetic things you've ever seen?"

"Oh, he can take it lots rougher than that, Berki!" And to demonstrate,
Shane scoops up Seth's nip meat, squeezing hard and giving it a twist.

"Oh fuck Shane!"

"What?" Shane says when Seth comes back, annoyed at him. "You always like
your nips worked hard!"

"But Berki is being so... nice... and calm with them."

Wise to what Berki is doing, Shane says, "Oh really. Would it matter that
he has his hand down your pants?"

"Might have something to do with it!"

Kyle asks, "Are you two boyfriends?"

Shane replies, "We 'were' when we got to the party, but now..."

"Alex, cheer Shane up!"

"What do you mean cheer Shane up? Like how do you mean that?" He questions
Kyle. "Didn't we just go through all this?" Alex meant about devotion,
fidelity and all that other rubbish.

"I know," Kyle said, his puppy dog eyes showing through. "But can't you do
it just once to help poor Shane out?"

"I'll make it a quickie," Shane says with promise. "I won't even make you
come so you have plenty of saved up juice for Kyle later?"

"He's not going to make you come, Alex," Kyle reiterates.

Very reluctant, Alex gives in, "Okay, but for only a minute or two at the
max."

But in the end, it was Seth in a huff, evacuating the pool when Berki
exclaimed at how hot it was, seeing Shane's head underwater, it bobbing up
and down as he worked Alex's cock over. He did it for more than two
minutes, coming up for quick bouts of air, but too strung out was Alex to
ever have him stop!

"Oh yeah," Kyle said, Berki taking over stroking Kyle off.

So picture the shallow pool, Alex reclining, Shane's head bobbing in and
out of the water, Kyle and Berki like a side dish, Berki's left hand on his
own cock, his right wrapped around Kyle's.

Alex made the loudest sound and he couldn't believe it, that after all the
fuss he made, his hands grabbed the sides of Shanes head and pierced his
vocal cords when he came.

Right after, Kyle's manjuices, shooting through the crystal clear water
gave Berki a jolt, him reacting, "Oh that's so fuckin' cool!"

By the time Alex was running on empty, Shane was breathing heavily. "Okay?"
Alex asks, winded.

"I'm fine," Shane replies.

Berki yells over, "Good. You want to finish me off?"

"Sure!" Shane replies like he never even dipped below the surface of the
water.

About to deepsix, Berki stops him with, "Unless you want to do it on
'drydock'?"

Standing, his own cock piercing the boundaries of his speedo, Shane looks
down on Berki, asking, "Can I suck your nips?"

"You can suck anything you want, dear, as long as I get what I want!"

"Cool! Where?"

Apparently, it couldn't be done in the small pool, at least as much as
Berki had in mind doing.

Alex asks, "Um, did you want to talk to me about something, Berki?"

"When it's at the Karlyle Estate, it's pleasure before business!"

Kyle says, still recuperating after a fantastic orgasm, shooting his wad
down to Davy Jones' locker... not of The Monkees fame, "I like his logic!"

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