Date: Tue, 13 Oct 2009 17:23:07 -0700 (PDT)
From: T. Chase McPhee <survivalgame@yahoo.com>
Subject: FoR SaLE By OwNEr:  CK's STuD MuFFiN PaRTy  03

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  03
wriTten by T. Chase McPhee

%

Sitting on Geoff's bed of dark brown hair was a silver whistle. Looking
down at his waterproofed watch, he noted `transition time' approached, the
change over for secuirty personnel, from being leisure people to getting
back into uniform.

LIfting the whistle from his chest, Geoff gave it a hefty `blow job'! "Okay
ladies and gentlemen," even though there were not any ladies present, "time
to cover up the family jewels!"

"But I don't have to, right Geoff?"

First thing Geoff thought about when confronting Michael Coelho with his
question is, "Um, my face is like up here Michael?" His finger pointed to
his face.

"Oh yeah," Michael replied, shifting his attention away from Geoff's
crotch. Standing a foot from Geoff, Michael reiterates, "I'm a regular
citizen around here, so I can like still lay around, right?"

He knew Michael hadn't read the rules, not being in a position of security,
so would have no reason to read the thick notebook from cover to
cover. "Michael," Geoff talked like a father to his son, "as it goes,
everyone, including the models who will be attending this party, are to
keep their asses covered at all times."

"Yeah," Michael replies. And seeing he wasn't getting away with it, "I
guess it's why Alex made us pack our speedos." He thanked Geoff for the
advice, surrendering his thoughts, "I figured that was the case."

It was a brilliant, sunny day and almost directly after water hit the apron
of the swimming pool, it dried up. So was the case, Geoff watching Michael
rinse he feet in the pool and then traisp off in the direction of his
quarters, leaving wet footprints behind. He smiled, thinking of how the
eighteen year old was checking him out down below. "Nope," he barely
speaks, talking to himself, "haven't lost `the charm' yet!"

"What'd you say Geoff?"

"Oh hi," Geoff greets Swifty with a peck on the lips. "I was thinking out
loud. That's all."

"Oh, about the guests arriving," Swifty remarks.

"Yeah, that's it," Geoff fibbed.

"So, except for covering up your loins, are you all ready to rock'n'roll?"

Looking about, Geoff replies, "Damn! I better get a move on it."

"Yeah. It wouldn't look good for the boss to be `out of uniform' when the
troops arrive," Swifty replies to his nakedness.

"Plus, I would probably never hear the end of it!"

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More like a dormitory, Michael made his way back to the octagonal shaped
building, linked to a common hallway, adjoining other areas, serving up
guests with sleeping quarters. When he and Scotty arrived, they were the
first ones assigned to their room. Well, not too private for the fact,
there would be others filling the bunks. Bunks, not like a boy scout camp,
but rather four areas sectioned off, beds against each wall. Too, these
were not your standard two-man beds. Full sized, adjoined from top to
bottom, could fit a pair, if coupled. If not, then a single could stretch
out, eagle-spread, with ample comfort.

"Scotty, have you been..." Michael asks, as he turns to walk around the
partition. "Hey, you're not Scotty!"

"Oh hi," the rather friendly red-headed greeted Michael. "I'm glad you're
here," then in explanation, "because I saw your bags, but didn't know if
you wanted the top bunk or the bottom."

Michael smiled as the young guy's eyes met with his. Whipping the towel
from hanging over his shoulder, he affixed it around his waist, breaking
off the lovely view for the other guest. "Scotty is scared of heights, so I
think he wants the bottom bunk. Are you alone?"

"Yeah," he replied. "My boyfriend and I got serious, then we kind of
drifted apart."

"I'm Michael," he introduced himself, switching his left hand to holding
the towel around his waist so he could shake hands.

"I'm Darryl. Nice to meet ya." And then, "Scotty? Is he your boyfriend or
something like that?"

"Yup," Michael replied. And then to keep the conversation stirred up, "He's
a cook and wanted check out the kitchen. So while he checked out the food,
I stayed at the pool and checked out the guys!"

"And he doesn't mind you doing that?" Darryl asks.

"No," Michael plainly says as he searches his sports bag for something to
replace the towel.

"I used to have a boyfriend," Darryl says, beginning to empty his backpack.

"You broke up?"

"Sort of it was his fault. He was seeing this other guy and wanted me out
of his apartment," Darryl replies.

Since Michael's `been there - done that', he asks Darryl, "So, where is it
you're running away from?"

"Huh?" Darryl was totally bonked out.

Right on the money, Michael says, "I bet everything you own in the world
right now is in your backpack, right?"

"How... how did you know? I mean.. um... yeah," Darryl answers like he's
coming out of shock.

"I was the same until Alex rescued me from the subway. Where ya from?"
Michael asks, stepping into his speedo.

"Iowa."

And asking question, like somebody would ask him, after being on the run,
"You finish school?"

Head bowed, Darryl replies, "Um, like no. I... I was kicked out and since I
had no place to go, left."

Alex set lots of examples for Michael, so doing the same for Darryl, he put
his big brother arm around the teen's shoulders and tried soothing him,
"Same with me. That's why I hitched from Alaska to here. If it wasn't for
Alex I would probably still making the loops around town on the subway or
camping out in Central Park!"

"That's where I was two nights ago," Darryl says as the two sit on the edge
of the bottom full-bunk.

"Wait. When did you get kicked out?"

"About a week ago."

"Oh, so you've been roaming the city for a few days. Got any money?"
Michael asks.

"About fifty cents," Darryl is ashamed to say.

"I had about a dollar left when Alex found me."

"Who's Alex?"

And beginning to immortalize him, Michael replies, "The best friend a guy
can have... well after my boyfriend, but still he's like a guy you can
really learn to love. He's kind of like the brother I never had. Nice thing
about him too is, he's like `really' good looking!" He giggles.

"He's hot?"

"Oh, more than hot I'd say!"

"Does he like have a boyfriend?"

On a sad note, Michael replies, "Sorry." On a happier note, he
acknowledges, "But Alex can be your friend too. I'll be your friend, Scotty
can be your friend, Carlos, Jarrett... see? You have a lot of friends
already!"

"Thanks," Darryl replies, a bit uplifted.

"Hey, wanna hug?"

"What?"

"Alex says when you're down you should hug somebody. It will make you feel
better." Michael stands, waiting for Darryl to do it or let the idea die.

"Um, sure. I guess," he says, standing and facing Michael's shirtless
bod. Even though his tee shirt separated their skin, he was feeling
electricity emanating from Michael's bod. He thought this `hugging thing'
surely was working.

"Ahem!"

It was Scotty.

"Want to save some of that for me?" He asks.

Breaking the hug off, Michael walks over, grabs Scotty's wrist, drags him
over to the bunk, all the time saying, "Hey, come meet Darryl. He's going
to be our room-mate!"

Then, if things weren't interesting enough, the three look towards the
opening between partitions.

"Are any of you," Bjorn looks at the paper in his hand, "Scott Broyles or
Michael," he mispronounces the last name, "Co-yellow?"

"It's Co-'el'-o," Michael corrects him, walking over to him and asking,
"what can I do for you?"

"This paper says I'm to room with you?"

Standing next to him, Michael says, pointing to his first name, "What is
this? Bee-jorn?"

"Yes, but say it faster."

Michael sets off to annoy everybody, "B'jorn-B'jorn-B'jorn-B'jorn,
B'jorn-B'jorn-B'jorn-B'jorn. How am I doing? B'jorn-B'jorn-B'jorn-B'jorn,
B'jorn-B'jorn-B'jorn..."

"I think you've got it Michael," Scotty says, cupping his hand over his
boyfriend's mouth.

"It sounds very good to me!" Bjorn replies.

But Darryl was concerned, voicing opinion, "Um one problem Bjorn."

"Oh?" Bjorn replies.

Scotty takes command, "You see, Michael and I are bedding on the bottom
bunk and Darryl has claimed the top."

"It okay. I don't mind sharing!"

It gave Darryl a big sigh of relief. `Whew!' he thought to himself. If
anybody were to go and check up on Darryl, they would find no such name on
the list of boarders.

Michael and Scotty look to Darryl to see how he is going to take the news.

"Um, well... I like never slept with another guy before."

Cocking his head to one side, Michael asks, "I thought you had a boyfriend
you lived with?"

"Well," the eighteen year old says, "he was my boyfriend, but we didn't do
any sex stuff. Most of the time I was cleaning his house up and walking the
dog."

Bjorn is quick to point out, "That is no boyfriend!"

"Bjorn is right," Michael hurries the calling, "You were more like his
slave!"

"I don't know," Darryl says. "I had a place to sleep and plenty of food."

Impatient to find out, Bjorn asks, "So, it is okay to sleep here or maybe
should I go and find another room?"

Scotty says, "I don't think there are any others. At least it's what
Frenchie told me."

"Frenchie?" Michael questions.

"One of the chefs in the kitchen. He's really very talkative. I learned a
lot about what goes on around here," Scotty replies.

In a reluctant tone, Darryl replies, "I suppose if there are no more rooms,
then you don't have a choice, Bjorn." He was hoping this would settle it
for once and for all.

Throwing his sports bag on the top bunk, Bjorn says, "It is okay. Really. I
have slept with another guy before. I will not be a problem."  Then, seeing
Michael in a speedo, "I think I would like to swim too!"

As he pulls his shirt off overhead, the hundred and eighty-five dollar one
from Blue & Cream, folding it nicely like it was made of gold, Darryl tries
to make it not too obvious, checking out Bjorn's blond chest fuzz and where
the tummy trail leads!

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"Excuse me. Are you busy?"

Alex takes the helm, "No. Not too much. We're watching a dvd. What's up
Wattie?" As Alex gets up, he sets eyes on a line of guys, thinking maybe
Janice Dickinson had sent them over!

"I would like to take this opportunity to introduce you to the house
staff?"

Kyle, lying there, turns his head, saying, "I thought you were it Wattie!"

Representative of each one's job, they hold something which sets off their
responsibilities towards their guest's service.

Holding a bunch of towels, Wattie introduces, "This is Bill Whitecloud. He
will be responsible to replenish your linens every day and collect your
laundry, returning it before the dinner hour."

Alex took the responsibility of making advance and shaking hands.

Then, Wattie went down the line, introducing their personal chef, directly
from Austrailia, Darwin Blake, who offered them an h'orderve and glass of
white wine. Next, the pool boy, Darryl Winters, who made up the job for
himself, and finally, "Mostly this will concern you Kyle, let me introduce
the world-famous personal trainer, Nalin Abhayananda. He will be assisting
you through most of your day, with your bath and other means of getting
around."

Lke a private party, Darwin assuming the role of cocktail waiter, Darryl
his sidekick, they fratenized with Alex and Kyle. Nalin walked right over
to Kyle and offered, "If you would like I can give you a delightful
massage?" He asked, but already his hands were on Kyle, working at
massaging his shoulder.

"Careful," Kyle cautioned, but he felt no pain. "Feels nice."

"I think," Nalin told in his Indian accent, talking like a guru, "by the
end of your stay here I will have you sitting up and walking."

"Thanks," Kyle replies, "but I think it would take a miracle!"

Holding up his hands, Nalin says, "These hands have worked miracles
before."

Kyle wondered how good he was at hand-jobs!

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"You look nice Geoff."

"Thanks," he says to Swifty.

"Nervous?" He asks his lover, walking over to him, butting his bod up
against him as he fixes the collar of his shirt.

"Nah," Geoff replies, seemingly confident, then a turnarond, "A little."

"I'm sure you'll do fine Geoff. I mean, if Cayman hired you on the spot I'm
sure he has the confidence you are going to run things smoothly."

"Really?" Geoff asks, turning around, "I rather thought it was your long
and standing relationship you have had with our guest and the phone call
you made as a prerequisite to my interview?"

"How did you know..."

"Karlyle mentioned it during my interview." And then smiling, "Thanks!" He
kissed Swifty on the lips.

"Hmm... I bet I can think up a few more ways you can thank me!"

"You'll have to wait till curfew."

"Oh great. Right. Curfew, with a twenty-four hour party in progress?"
Swifty says.

Running his hands up the sides of Swifty's bod, Geoff reports, "Hey, why do
you think I have a squad of workers working under me?"

It was field day, concerning Geoff's comment, "Wooo-hoo! Them there's a lot
of ass to take care of!"

But Geoff, even though he didn't think before speaking, didn't let his
lover get the last jab, "Hey... you said Karlyle said he had the confidence
I could handle the job!"

Then softly massaging Geoff between the legs, Swifty makes comment, "Just
don't wear it out, huh?"

"You keep doing what you're doing and I'm going to happen to open myself up
and let loose the floodgates!"

"Dam!" Swifty joked, which made them laugh, Geoff not thinking it too
funny, but corny enough to appreciate the joke because of whom it was
coming from!

However, their fun was interrupted by a knock on the door.

"Room service?" Swifty makes suggestion.

"Nada," Geoff replies. Only `certain' individuals fell into this
category. Opening the door, he came upon one of his
associates. "Wade. What's up?"

"I was wondering Geoff, are we going to be wearing guns?" the twenty-two
year old inquires.

Swifty watched, found it hysterical, Geoff buttoning up Wade's shirt, after
Wade had appartenly `forgotten' to button up the last four buttons.

"Do you have a permit to use a gun Wade?"

"I guess that means `no'," Wade replied, his attention more on watching
Geoff button his navy shirt up, leaving the last one under his chin
undone. "How am I supposed to get a tan?"

"This isn't a free ride at the country club Wade. We're here to keep the
peace and order, not catch up on the summer tan?"

"Yeah, okay Geoff."

After Wade thanked Geoff, the door closed, Geoff rolling his eyes, saying,
"That kid worries me."

"Oh?"

"I can't believe he's a criminal justice major."

Again, assuming the position, Swifty getting his last licks in before his
lover heads out on the prowl, he gives him a bear hug, breaks and asks,
"Why? What do you `think' Wade should be majoring in?"

Geoff replies, "Brains 101!"

The door was knocked on again.

"Betcha ten to one it's Wade!"

But when Geoff opened the door, him and Swifty were `barged in on'.

"Hey, how's it going there Geoffrey. Ready to shield and protect all those
stud muffins?"

"Um, you're on duty in two minutes Vince?" Geoff said.

Vince puts down the cocktail glass and dumps the ice cubes back into the
bucket. "Oh yeah. I forgot!"

"Good thing I'm along for the ride," Jorgen says.

"Oh? How would that go?" Swifty asks.

"Somebody has to keep an eye on him!"

Vince says of Jorgen, "Thanks for the compliment. I guess this fits me into
the same league as the stud muffins!"

"I can see you're `almost' ready there, Vince?" Geoff asks.

For the second time this morning, Swifty watches as Geoff buttons up one of
his guards' shirts.

"Mmm," Jorgen says, sneakily undoing a couple of his buttons.

But instead of Geoff, Swifty, whom was an eyewitness to Jorgen's little
charade, approaches him and says, "Allow me!" At the time, Geoff was all
business, but Swifty was the opposite. He wasn't there for business, on the
contrary there for some playful fun and started right in.

"Mmm," Jorgen replies, when Swifty makes sure as he buttons Jorgen up, his
hands make play with the blond pec fur!

"Hey you two! Cut that out!" Vince says.

One minute to `on-duty', Geoff decides to get carried away, sliding his
hand down to Vince's crotch!

"Oh shit!" He calls out when his balls are juggled around. He whines when
Geoff resumes his mild-mannered position.

"Time to rock'n'roll gents!"

Vince says, "At least you could finish what you started Geoff!"

However, Jorgen is quick to shoot Vince down, "What? And deprive me of a
hot blow job tonight?"

Unhappy to report it, Vince replies, "We're on the twelve hour shift
tonight, remember?"

"So?" Jorgen replies. Then, walking over to Vince, he gropes him, using
Vince's crotch as a ploy to make him exit the room, really tugging on the
uniform and not the `handle'. "Let's leave these two to their sweet
goodbyes!"

Swifty says, "You make if sound likes he's never coming back, Jorgie!"

"Hey," he replies, "twelve hours is a long, long haul."

When the door is closed, Geoff giggles.

"What's that for?"

"I made it my business not to let it get around I'm on my own time after
four o'clock!"

Swifty says, with a wink, "A lot can happen between now and four o'clock?"

With a stern look, Geoff says, "I better not catch you in one of those
tanning booths with one of them hot models!"

"Oh? And who's gonna keep their eyes on you, lover boy!" He adds a swift
alsp to the ass.

Geoff fakes an, "Owch!" and rubs his ass with his hand.

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"He's got some slick moves, that's all I can say!"

"Do I detect some jealousy Alex?" Kyle asks him after Nalin and his
`miracle' hands have departed.

"Some," he says, rubbing the same shoulder Nalin rubbed minutes ago.

"Owch!" Kyle renders.

"Oh! Excu-u-u-use me!" Alex removes his hand like he's touching a hot
stove.

"Okay. Now give me a kiss and we'll be all made up!"

Alex bends down, giving Kyle an `upside-down' kiss.

"Hmm... Different," Kyle says of it.

Alex whines, "When are your boo-boos going to be all better?"

"You heard Nalin. After the weekend," Kyle says excitedly.

"Hmm," Alex acts skeptical, "after he's had those miraculous hands all over
your bod!"

Kyle says without a bit of hostile return, "Yeah. And if he succeeds,
you'll be using your miraculous tool on me!"

"Suddenly I have this great appreciation for the marvels of modern
medicine!"

"Excuse me?"

"What's up Wattie?" Alex asks.

"Geoff Kenyon here to see you?" Wattie asks them, all fit and proper.

"Sure. Cool," Alex replies. "Send him in."

Formally, Wattie escorts Geoff in, waiting not far from the circle of
conversation, waiting to be excused. It doesn't come.

Instead, Geoff opens with, "Would you happen to know the whereabouts of
your pool boy?" He directs not only to Alex and Kyle, but to Wattie.

"At the pool I guess," Alex replies, then questions, "Wattie, have you seen
him?"

"Ah-h-h, yes," Wattie says like he's hiding something.

On his toes, Geoff replies, "Would you mind going and bringing him here?"

"Right away sir," Wattie replies.

Upon entering the indoor pool site, attached to the glamorous accomodations
afforded Kyle and Alex, Wattie watches as Darryl does an `ok' dive off the
board.

Popping up out of the water, swimming to the ladder, Darryl is quick to
point out, "I finished adjusting the `Ph'. It's okay now. I thought I would
take a swim and mix it up."

Squatting down, talking to Darryl as he lingers at the pool ladder,
"They're on to you. What do you want me to say?"

"Oh fuck!" Darryl says, more disappointed than anything. "Now I'm `never'
going to be a model."

Wattie smiles.

"It's not funny Wattie," Darryl complains. "I don't know how to do anything
else, but... look good."

"And that you do very well Darryl, without even trying!"

"How about you give me five minutes head start and tell them you couldn't
find me?"

Instead of Wattie replying, Geoff's deep, masculine voice replies for him,
"How about you climb out of the pool and tell me how you managed to sneek
by the high level of security engulfing the Karlyle Estate?"

"O-o-okay," Darryl replies in a slow drawl as he climbs out of the pool.

Wattie and Geoff look at each other, Wattie making excuse, "He hasn't read
the rule book!"

Darryl picks up a white towel, one of hundreds with the `CK' imprint in
golden threading, emblazoned across each edge. He wraps it around his
waist, hiding his jewels, tucking it in with a few pushes of his
fingertips.

Darryl makes excuse, "I know. I'm not supposed to swim in the buff, but I
kind of like spilled some chemicals on my swimming trunks. They're ruined."

"I think we have a bigger problem on our hands?" Geoff answers, standing
there tall, like Smokey-The-Bear.

"Are you going to call the cops on me?" Darryl asks.

"Why? Have you stolen something?" Geoff inquires, thinking it hardly the
case.

"Nope."

Geoff directs, "Wattie, would you fetch us something to drink?" Geoff's
plot, buying time to talk privately with Darryl.

He acknowledges, leaving. As he does, Darryl catches him crossing his
fingers, hoping it works out for him.

"Quite an attachment Wattie has for you?"

"Yeah. He's a cute... I mean a nice guy," Darryl replies. He corrects his
position, "Wattie does a good job here."

Sitting at a circular, glass-topped table, Geoff begins his
interrogation. Much of it Darryl repeats what he's told Michael, adding
something he neglected to mention, "I figured if I can get inside maybe I
could get `recognized' by Mr. Karlyle and if he liked me I could be a
model."

Considering everything told Geoff, one thing which stood out in his mind
is, if he expelled Darryl from the premises, he would wind up back in the
city or worse. Of course he would do his best to set Darryl up in some kind
of hospice, but it wasn't a permanent solution. In his own opinon, Darryl
wasn't model material, something he just couldn't bring himself to
say. "How about you get your clothes on?"

"You're kicking me out?"

"Not at the moment. I have someone I want you to meet," Geoff replies. Cell
phones were not permitted at the Karlyle estate, except on the man himself
or security, which left his lover out, so Geoff only hoped Swifty would not
mind `boy-sitting'! And as Geoff `tried not' to watch Darryl getting
dressed, his cell phone rang, which meant it was one of his security
guards. After answering it and listening to one of his guards, Julian
Baker, telling his story, he replies, "Not another one! How did this one
sneak under the security surveillance?"

So it went, Geoff dropping Darryl off at his room, giving a quick, two
second explanation, which more became `dumping off' Darryl and then
whisking away across the estate.

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