Date: Tue, 23 Mar 2010 22:46:22 -0700 (PDT)
From: T. Chase McPhee <survivalgame@yahoo.com>
Subject: FoR SaLE By OwNEr:  CK's STuD MuFFiN PaRTy  21

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  21
wriTten by T. Chase McPhee


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"Hey guys, look who I met!"

Michael and Scotty finally made it out into the sunshine, even though the
sun was almost gone, hovering on the horizon. But the first person they
meet, whom they know, is Jeremiah Goudon and he's not alone!

"Oh?" Scotty says, eyeing up the dude on Jeremiah's arm.

"Guys, I'd like you to meet Morgan Johnson."

And with the same formality as introduced, Morgan returns with a handshake
to each, "It's a pleasure to meet you both."

Scotty and Michael each accept the hand of friendship, but on at least
Michael's mind is why this dude is being so formal. He wasn't used to
people being so, mannerly. Too, he hadn't pictured Jeremiah as being so
astute. He figures it so, because of Morgan? But being he has an aching to
get into the party scene, dancing and what not, he drags Scotty away as
soon as it's not rude to do so.

"I feel happy for Jeremiah," Scotty remarks to Michael when they've split
off.

"Me too. C'mon! I love this song!"

So much for casual conversation, Scotty thinks. And maybe Michael wasn't
picking up on it, but he sure was, them getting eyefuls of looks at wearing
something more than a swimsuit with the word 'speedo' printed on it.

One dude walks up to Michael and asks, "Hey, want to trade?"

Being a shrewdie, Michael replies, "Sure and you give me fifty bucks?"

The dude liked Michael, liked the briefs, but not the price and passed it
up.

However, wading through the sea of boys, Scotty and Michael did come across
some guy with lots of money in his pocket, Berk Atazzi, flanked with two
boys on each arm.

"Oh my! I love it!"

Scotty, seeing this dude, who looked twice the age of the boys in his
entourage, right away put two and two together, thinking this the guy whom
they gossiped about in the kitchen.

As for Michael, he had no clue, when Attazi says, "I must have those briefs
for my collection!"

Grinning, Scotty interrupts Michael as he's about to talk, "There's only
one pair of briefs like this in the world and Michael is wearing them 'and'
they happen to be Nouguet's!"

"Alex Nouguet? Where is that boy? I 'must' talk with him!"

Michael, seeing his boyfriend going somewhere with this, asks, "What about
the designer briefs I'm wearing? You want them?"

Looking down at Michael's crotch, Berk Atazzi really wanted 'more' than the
briefs, but seeing Scotty doing his bidding, relegated to having the
briefs, asking, "How much?"

Michael's going price was eighty-five bucks, instant-Stud
Muffin-inflationary priced, but Scotty jumps in before Michael can get a
word out, and based on the kitchen-gossip regarding Atazzi's bank accounts,
"Five hundred bucks!"

Of course, not only did Atazzi want the briefs, but at least see what was
keeping the banana-sock filled up! "Hmm, five hundred you say?"

Backing up his lover, Michael says, "Take it or leave it!"

Being foxy, wanting to collect right now, thus getting a picture of the
background of why the briefs are so stuffed, Atazzi agrees, "Very well." He
reaches for the goods.

Scotty sticks his hand in between, stopping the transaction with, "We take
a check or cash!"

Michael flashes a toothy smile, thinking how fun this is, but too, seeing
Scotty commanding the situation, which makes him feel also gratified. Now
he's wondering how bad this dude wants the briefs, not oblivious to what
lies underneath, of which he has a plan of his own.

"Hmm," Atazzi says of it, obviously not happy with the tranasaction of
paying up front. But reluctantly, he snaps his fingers. A dude, decked out
in a speedo, carrying a box, appears. "Pay the man," his attention focuses
on Scotty.

With the five one hundred dollar bills in Scotty's hand, Atazzi smiles at
Michael, saying, "Now, the goods?"

"Sure," Michael says, his thumbs seeping into the sides of the briefs. As
he had planned, he had a hidden agenda to removing him, so made sure the
coast was clear behind him. Running backwards, he shouts,
"Cowabungah-h-h-h-h-h-h!" Doing a backwards cannonball into the pool, his
hands are busy at work depantsing himself.

"What tha?" the thirty-nine year old buyer is cursing him.

Scotty is laughing his ass off, watching Atazzi bend over, picking up the
soaked briefs at his feet. "I'd suggest not putting them in a dryer?" And
not waiting around for retribute, Scotty takes the plunge as well. Meeting
up with Michael in the pool, Scotty awards his lover, "Great plan!"

"But the five hundred bucks?" Michael exclaims.

"Safe and sound," Scotty says, patting his crotch underwater.

"But it's gonna get all wet!"

"Yeah, but unlike the briefs, it won't shrink!"

Untrue. Already Michael, of getting his hands on it, it definitely would
begin shrinking when they get back to civilization and hit the stores!

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"C'mon guys! I've got a surprise!"

The three, Alex, Kyle and Cristiano had been dancing nonstop for the past
twenty minutes. They were no different than the other scores of shirtless
dancers, working up a storm of sweat.

"Where we going?" Kyle asks, moving through the crowd of almost all
hairless bods. He stops momentarily upon seeing Michael, but is jerked
along. Feeling in a jokester type of mood he grabs Michael's wrist.

"Hey! Where have you guys been? Where are you taking me?" Michael
questions.

"I'll let you know when we get there!" Kyle exclaims, but a few feet more
and they were jumping into one of the swimming pools dotting the landscape.

When they all surface, Michael, who is clutching Kyle asks, "Who's Alex's
new boyfriend?"

"Hi!" Cristiano replies, spitting out water. "I don't think we've met yet!"

"So much for your new boyfriend," Kyle says to Alex when Cristiano swims
away, in favor of Michael.

Alex calls out, "Two-timer!"

They both laugh.

And Michael, having been through enough says it nicely, "I love the way
you're holding me, but I don't think my boyfriend will like it too much!"

"Oh, I'm so sorry," Cristiano sincerely relays it, falling back, allowing
his chest to disconnect with Michael, hands sliding from between his arms
and ribs.

No sooner had Cristiano disengaged, a head pops up out of the water. "I
miss anything?"

Cristiano replies, "You must be 'the boyfriend'?"

"Scotty, this is... hey, what's your name?" Michael inquires.

Nearby, almost in their circle of friendship, Alex replies, "Guys, this is
Cristiano. He's an artist."

Michael asks, "Do you do bodypainting?"

"Haven't yet," Cristiano replies. Obviously, seeing Michael and Scotty
partnered off, Alex and Kyle in a hug, he says, "Well maybe I should leave
you two, to yourselves."

Kyle laughed his ass off, Cristiano swimming away, Alex reaching forwards,
tucking his fingers in the back of the artist's speedo, saying, "Hey wait a
minute there."

Cristiano looks down through the water, "You've got my attention Alex!"

"Oh!" Alex jokes, sliding his hand out from Cristiano's ass. "Sorry 'bout
that!"

Being a shrewdie, Kyle says, "No he's not!"

Michael adds to the farce, asking, "So what's up besides Alex's cock?"

"You're going down!" Alex yells, taking a leap for Michael.

So, while Alex and Michael played like two water sprites, the remaining
three gathered for conversation. And somewhere along the edge of the pool,
Alex hears his name being called, responding to 'Alex Nouguet?', "That's
me!"

"I paid five hundred bucks for these, so they better not shrink!"

"Five hundred bucks?" But more flabberghasted than thinking about the price
of one of his pair of handmade briefs, he was more ready to burst into
laughter, seeing two hairy balls almost bursting at the side seams.

He wouldn't mention it, but when it came to speaking his mind, Michael
usually did so with reckless abandon, "Whoa! I think you need X-XL's or
either that, get a blowjob and empty those vessels!"

Laughter all around broke out in harmony, Michael getting lots of splashy
slaps on the back for rendering such a good joke.

On both sides of Berki Atazzi, his twinks were jovial, concerning Michael's
dig and for the thirty-nine year old entrepaneur, he slowly lost his
seriousness about taking it as an insult. Being a good sport, right there
in front of everybody he pushed the briefs down, exposing his big, hairy
orbs and slingshot it back into the pool, saying, "Well if they are two
small... 'I' don't want them!"

Michael caught them almost in the face, at least slapping the water, making
it splash. He then yells, "What about your five hundred bucks?"

Atazzi, walking away, his back towards Michael, turns, smiles and winks,
not saying a single thing.

Catching what was said, Alex asks, "Five hundred bucks? You sold him the
briefs I made you for five hundred bucks?"

"I'm sorry," Michael replies in a melancholy, sorrowful manner.

"I'm not! Where's my cut of the five hundred?"

It was Michael's turn to have some fun, dunking Alex. But as Alex backs
off, in anticipation of having his head pushed underwater, his back slaps
up against a guy's chest.

"Need some help?" came that familiar voice, along with a pair of arms,
sliding under Alex's elbows, making them sit in the water, a human lounge
chair, Alex parking himself in it.

"Cristiano?"

"Hi," Cristiano offers, a toothy grin. "Kyle, Scotty and I had a nice talk,
but Kyle said you might need some help against this big brute," he meant
Michael, hovering in the water much like a shark wondering whether to
attack.

"Who you calling a big brute?"

Alex swam to the side as Michael tore after Cristiano.

Instead of getting tangled up in the fun, Alex planed across the water,
making a beeline for Kyle and Scotty, pec-deep in the pool.

"Oops! Sorry!"

So intent on reaching the other side, Alex wasn't too careful of the side
traffic. "My fault!" he called out.

"Really? No," the dude said as his hands swung under the water to keep
bouyant.

"Yeah," Alex replies, keeping eye contact. "I was so intent on reaching my
partner across the way, I wasn't checking the cross traffic."

"Well you aren't the only one. I was headed over there to my former band,"
he nods, "and I wasn't watching, as you say, the crosstown traffic!"

"Well I know you weren't with 'Sentinel', so you must have been with
T.R.U.N.K.S.!. Which letter are you?"

"The 'N'," he replied and trying to stick a hand out and keep from
deep-sixing himself, he introduces, "I'm the flute player, Maurat
Narkargan."

Reaching out for Maurat's hand, Alex touched his fingertips, being they
were trying to buoy upright in the water. "I'm Alex Nouguet."

"I thought so," Maurat replies.

"Have we met before? Before the party?" Alex inquires.

"No, but I know you are the one who makes those skimpy briefs. I think
Michael is your sales representative and I have purchased six pair."

He sat in the water and from where they were positioned in the pool neither
could guess each other's heights. If they touched bottom with their toes,
the water would have extended way above their heads.

"I am not much of a swimmer," Maurat says.

But even though Alex had a distorted view of him in the water, he could
already tell, "With your swimmer's build?"

Maurat just smiled back.

Alex asks, "So is your band done playing? I'd like to hear you some more."

"This was the last performance for me. I'm headed off to college full time
in the fall, which is not too far away."

"Oh? What school?"

"Manhattan School of Music. It's on the upper West Side," Maurat replies.

"Manhattan. Sure. One of our friends goes there. He took some summer
lessons and might be in some of your classes," Alex informs him.

"What is his major?"

"Trumpet I suspect, even though Carlos plays the drums too." And in a fog,
"But I've never heard him play the drums. Only the trumpet and he's good!"

Thinking Alex kind of cute, Maurat giggles, but realizing he's already
committed winds up with, "Maybe I will look for Carlos then."

It made for an abrupt breaking off of their conversation, but for Alex he
was glad, because he wanted to be with Kyle. This time, as he swam through
the water he did it mostly as a side stroke, each side, but more
cautious. Good thing too because as he approached Kyle, Michael swam right
across in front of him, hiding behind Scotty, using him as a shield against
Cristano.

"No fair!" Cristiano complains.

Now, standing there with the others, Alex did make an attempt to see if
Maurat had reached the band. Funny thing is, when he did, Maurat launched
his arm in the air and waved to Alex.

"Who's that?" Scotty asks, the group realizing some dude had waved to Alex.

Leave it to Michael, the great briefs salesman to say, "That's
T.R.U.N.K.S.! flute dude. He ordered like six dozen briefs."

"Six briefs you do-do," Alex says, splashing some water up against
Michael's front.

"Oh! I think I put him down for six dozen!" Michael exclaims, but changes
the subject, "I'm hungry from Cristiano chasing me in the pool!"

"Sure. Go on and blame me," Cristano replies.

>From the power of suggestion, Michael's idea set off a chain reaction and
everybody was hungry!

And as they are hopping out of the pool, Kyle slaps Alex in the chest with
the back of his hand, exclaiming, "Hey, where have 'they' been hiding?"

"Who?" And then Alex, recognizing 'whom', in the distance, "Oh
yeah... Dr. Azayzeh. Yeah, imagine that... all weekend and we just run into
him and Asaf right now!"

"And Chris?" Kyle says, walking ahead of Alex. "Who is that hottie on his
arm?"

"Beat me!" Alex says, almost doing a light jog to keep abreast.

Kyle calls out, "Chris!" Narrowing up the distance, they were turning to
walk towards a second area where entertainment blasted out a DJ's tune.

By Chris didn't hear. Alex instead, jumps into a full jog, making sure the
cross sway of the crowd didn't conflict with his target and became close
enough touch Chris' shoulder, tagging him.

"Hey!" Chris Battani says, tagging his buddy, Asaf, who in turn drags his
boyfriend, Mohamed, to a halt.

The five hugged like they hadn't seen each other in years. Kyle made it an
extra effort to check out the fur on Chris' chest!

After their excitement calmed, there was one loose wire needing attending
to, Alex asking, "So who's your friend, Chris?"

Smiling, perhaps a little on the shy side, Chris replies, "This is Wade."

On the opposite plane, the guy he's attached to says, hand extended, "Wade
Travers," and leaving little for Chris to tell, "I'm moonlighting as
security... I'm a criminal justice major at NYU... I don't have to work
this shift, was just wandering around in the crowd and... saw Khalaf. Well
Chris," Wade clears the air of puzzlement. "I told Chris his name's cool
and told him people should call him by his rightful name. Unless he doesn't
want to for any reason."

Chris says of the whole thing, "It became such a habit to be 'Chris', here
in America."

"Whatever he wants, we'll go by his decision," Alex reckons.

"I like how Wade calls me," Chris makes up his mind. So, to set the record
straight, right then and there, 'Chris' reverted to his real name.

"I think it's cool," Kyle says, "but it'll take awhile to get used to
calling you Khalaf."

He smiled and unashamed, thinking of it to his credit, 'Khalaf states, more
than asking opinion, "Isn't Wade great looking?"

"He could be a model!" Kyle says of him.

"Yeah," Alex agrees, thinking Khalaf had reason for first bringing it up.

"The reason Khalaf is bringing it up, Cayman had shown some 'interest' in
me," Wade says.

"A-ha! I figured something was up," Alex replies.

"But not fulltime," Wade tells them. "I told him I'm very much into my
future career don't want to impair losing anytime from classes."

Khalaf says, "So Wade can work around it, Mr. Karlyle says."

"Fantastic!" Alex replies. "Isn't it Kyle?"

"Yeah," Kyle replies, but most likely never heard what was so 'fantastic',
nor correctly answered Alex's question, with peering beyond the circle of
conversation.

Alex followed Kyle's eye, where they were staring.

Khalaf brought to light a reason, which might be the explanation for Asaf
and Mohamed embracing, kissing, as they stood in the shadow of two
overhanging trees, "My friend Asaf is very much in love."

Alex confronts Khalaf with the same, "And you?"

The two stood in the same spacing, but were unattached as Khalaf replies,
"We are friends for now."

"Nothing wrong with that!" Kyle says.

"Hey guys?" It was Cristiano da Vinci appearing after disappearing when
Kyle led Alex off to meet up with their friends.

They looked at not Cristiano, by the dude attached to his hand.

"Guys, I'd like you to meet 'Mr. Right-now'..."

but before Cristiano can get it out, Alex and Kyle are exclaiming, "Dante!"
Alex further states, "We were wondering what happened to you!" They weren't
really. With all the comings and goings and dealing with their own selves,
they completely forgot about their other condo-dweller. But it was a good
line to show Cristiano they already knew him.

"Hey guys," Dante reconnects, "I got to talkin' with Cris here and he says
he knows you guys." And outspoken, the way Dante can be, "maybe we'll fuck
around while we're here and see what happens when we get back to the city."

Kyle asks, "Do you mean that literally or...."

Cristiano leaves them guessing, "The night is young!"

By now, Asaf and Mohamed had finished their 'love business' and were
beckoning Wade and Khalaf, so Khalaf says, "See you later. Mohamed calls!"

"See ya Chris... I mean Khalaf," Kyle replies, Alex waving.

When they turn back to Cristano, they've vanished, Alex saying of it, "I
guess they went to fuck around!"

"Hey Alex," came a tug at his arm.

"Ron?" Alex said when he turned around.

"I met this hot gut-puncher and he wants to see you punch me," Ron replies.

Kyle and Alex exchange glances and smiles, Alex telling him, "Look Ron, I
don't really want to do it. Who is this guy?"

"He's over at the bar. His name is Jake," the twenty-seven year old
replies.

Looking over to the bar, Kyle is still searching, when Alex quips, "Jake,
the mud-wrestler?" Alex recalls from a few hours back.

"Yeah," Ron replies, "says he would have no problem holding back while
testing out my abs. But when I mentioned you worked me over...."

"I didn't 'work you over' Ron," Alex replies.

"Um, ya-see Alex, he was kind of bad-mouthing you and..."

"Bad-mouthing me?" Alex gets a bit perturbed.

Kyle too, "Bad-mouthing Alex?"

"Yeah," Ron continues, "so I kind of stretched the truth, telling him you
really pounded my abs hard, and," taking a breath, "he couldn't believe it,
and fact of the matter, wants proof."

Kyle provokes, "What 'exactly' did Jake say about Alex, Ron?"

And all the time Ron is saying words like, 'wimp', 'yellow', and the like,
Alex is staring straight ahead as if looking long distance into the pupils
of his eyes.

"He said that about me, did he? Well maybe I should just go ahead and prove
it to him!" Alex says adamantly.

"Cool!" Ron replies.

"Not cool," Kyle says of it. "Alex, you don't have to do anything."

"I know," Alex replies, intently keen on staring at Jake.

Seeing Alex not backing down, Kyle reconfigures his opinion, "Then again
Alex, I don't think you should let Jake walk all over you."

It got Alex's attention, him looking at Kyle, saying, "You just
contradicted yourself."

"I know." And then Kyle asks Ron, "When do you want your abs bashed?"

Up and down went Ron's emotions, both riding on Kyle's change of opinion,
but in the finality of decision, Ron, with elation, says, "Right now!"

"Where?" Alex says, his right fist curled up, molded into a punching
machine, his other hand sandpapering it into a nicely finished off tool for
tucking in muslced abs.

"I'll get him. Meet you in the gym in twenty minutes!" Ron replies.

Ron, rushing around the edge of the pool, Kyle says, "Alright if I skip
this and you got at it alone, Alex?"

Smiling, Alex says, "I don't know how I let you talk me into this!"

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