Date: Mon, 9 Nov 2009 20:01:24 -0800 (PST)
From: T. Chase McPhee <survivalgame@yahoo.com>
Subject: CK's STuD MuFFiN PaRTy  05 (For Sale)

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  05
wriTten by T. Chase McPhee

%

The limo stopped about where Micah was stationed in the driveway. He was so
surprised when Cayman said, from his rolled down window, "Micah, you're not
leaving?" even though he was walking towards and not away from the estate.

"No. I was..." he took a gamble on it. If Karlyle called him by his first
name, remembered him from last year's stud muffin party or perhaps even
more prominent, has followed his career over the year, he chose to say,
"Cayman, could you do me a really, really, big, big favor?"

"Name it. It's yours!"

This was another surprise. He wondered what good thing he did to deserve a
`no questions asked' response. "I don't have time to explain now, but the
guy I was with is being ejected from the..."

"You're allowed to bring a guest. It was written on the invitation in black
and white, Micah."

"I know, but... if we don't stop Geoff from," and he didn't want to get in
trouble, so changed his mind from `throwing him off the property', to,
"escorting him off the property..."

Karlyle cut him off, "Enrique?" he called to the driver.

"Yes, sir."

"Hustle back to the gate and inform Geoff to bring..." Then to Micah,
"What's your guest's name?"

"Byron. Byron Lancaster," Micah replied in haste, his head turning from
Karlyle to the front gate. Then, hearing the gate close, the mechanical
mechanism making a humming sound, Micah took off on his own.

Enrique was out of the car, ready to fetch Geoff and Byron, but when Micah
took flight, Cayman instructed, "Enrique, back the car up!"

He was real careful not to run down Micah, looking in the side mirror as he
cautiously put the Rolls in reverse. Really he was thinking of those
beautiful buns slopping from side to side!

By the time they caught up with Micah, he had reached the gate and was
talking with Geoff. With the gate opening, Micah slipped through the slim
corridor, running right out on the street, with only his speedo and treads
on, shouting, "Byron!" Seeing him wa-a-a-a-ay down the sidewalk, he jogged
the distance, tugging on his backpack to call his attention. "Hold it up
there, Byron."

Byron turned around abruptly, calling out, "Micah?"

Micah's attachment to the backpack made his arm slip right around
Byron. "You're okay to come back! I fixed it with Cayman so you can be my
guest."

"Your guest?" Byron quizzed, not getting it.

"Yeah," Micah said, escorting Byron back up the sidewalk, "I was so worried
about getting `me' to the party I forgot about inviting a friend."

Byron caught the `friend' word and thought it was a good start, whereas he
had very first `gay' friend. "So even though I hiked over the wall and I'm
here illegally, it's cool with Geoff?"

"On the Karlyle Estate, Cayman is God!"

The way Micah said it made Byron laugh. He chilled out when they got to the
gate, his eyes meeting with Geoff's. "I'm sorry Geoff. I hope I didn't make
any trouble for you."

"Nonsense," Cayman directed at Byron. "He's just mad at me because
everytime he captures an outsider he gets a hundred bucks bounty."

"So you're not getting it because I came back?"

Micah, being here at the estate for the last stud muffin party and the one
before, knew all too well that Cayman liked to say something so serious and
then wait it out for the person's reaction. He breaks silence, "It's a joke
guys. Laugh!"

Byron did.

Geoff didn't, as he questioned Karlyle, "What hundred bucks?" It was news
to him. Then he got it, what Micah said, so he said, "You were bullshittin'
me, huh?"

"Oh, what the hell!" Cayman says, flicking his wrist. "Enrique, when we get
to the house, go right away and find Timothy and tell him I sent you."
Staring into Geoff's eyes, "Tell Timothy when he cuts Mr. Kenyon's check at
the end of the weekend to put an extra hundred in it."

"Will do Mr. Karlyle, sir."

"Thanks," Geoff says with a smile.

"Well, why don't we get your guest settled in Micah?" Cayman says, placing
his hand behind Byron's back and ushering him up the drive all of five feet
to where the Rolls is parked.

Geoff smiles and comments to himself, `Sure Mr. Karlyle, you all get in
your spiffy Rolls Royce and let Geoff hike up the driveway!'

%

"Hey, you know Alex?"

"What?"

"I feel pretty good after Nalin," Kyle threw a little curve, "touched me
all over?"

"Don't get used to it. As soon as you're better my cock is going to be
touching you and it's going to be in one place and not all over!"

Kyle giggles, saying, "Know what?"

"What?" Alex asks, hovering over his lover.

"Just the thought of you saying it made my ass pulse?"

"Oh? No reaction from this?" Alex says, handling Kyle's goods.

"Mmm.... now Nalin... I guess he forgot to massage me there," Kyle replies,
closing his eyes like he's smelling grandma's freshly baked pumpkin pie.

"Got news for you lover boy. I catch Nalin massaging you there and 'he' is
going to need some physical therapy!"

"Oh come on Alex. You don't have a mean bone in your bod."

"Yeah, but if I work on it I can have a mean boner!"

All along the two knew they were bs-ing each other, but this is what broke
the camel's back and they let it rip, laughing out loud.

They got some bonus laughter when Wattie comes in and says, "Cocktails are
being served out by the pool."

Between Alex and Wattie, they made Kyle's ass convulse again!

%

This morning Michael was wide awake early and nudged Scotty. Quietly, they
did their usual thing, hugged and kissed a little, then Scotty sprang it on
Michael, "Sweetheart?"

Wise to the calling and the tone of voice, Michael asks, "What's up?"

Scotty knew Michael knew, because of how Michael replied, so came right out
with it, "Yesterday when I was in the kitchen with Drew Kholfai and," he
stuttered, "I knew I should have asked you first...."

Michael lay there, his best `sneaky' look on his face, eyes squinted, mouth
blaise with reaction as he drove the truth out of Scotty, "Okay. Just hit
me with it?"

Cracking a quaint smile, Scotty fesses up, "I kind of asked Chef Kholfai if
I could hang around the kitchen and maybe learn a few things. Would it be
okay?"

"Of course it would be okay."

"You're the best!" Scotty shouted, forgetting the upper bunk sleepers.


So, because of his kindness, not that he wanted to keep Scotty from doing
something which further his career... what? Not hang around with the chef
who made Norma's Norma's? But something he didn't think about at the time
is, he had nobody to pal around with. He was good at making friends,
blending in instantly with any crowd, a glorified social butterfly, but he
hoped he would have his man with him, a guy he could hug and... well he
decided he wasn't going to let it bother him. So, here was Michael walking
out of the wing where their sleeping quarters were. Suddenly he was hit by
a panning camcorder in a guy's hand, a digi-cam in the other.

"Hey! Hey! Hey!" Michael said, flailing his arms about. "I'm not a model!
I'm not a model!"

"It's okay," the guy replies, running around the garden, flanked by several
trellis and vines. "They said to take pictures of cute guys, so that's what
I'm doing!"

"Wow! You think I'm cute? Me?"

"Well sure. It's my job to take pictures of cute guys and being you're
cute, I took your picture. Want to see?"

"Yeah." Doing an about face, Michael turned with his back facing the
photo-dude's chest and half-held the digital camera. His response to the
pic was, "You think I'm cute?"

The blond giggled, replying, "How many times do I have to tell
you... um... hey, what's your name? I'm Troyen Aellaert."

"What'd you say?" Michael asked, the camera becoming second nature.

He giggled, refining it, "You can call me Troy."

"Wait. You're from the country that makes the wooden shoes, right?"

Troy answers with, "You know I don't really like to talk with cute guys,
whom I don't know their name?"

Michael smiles, mellowing out, "Just now, you didn't call me a cute guy
because you're not taking a picture of me, Troy!"

Snagged, Troy resorted to, "Ah, yes."

"That's okay. I'm Michael and I think you're drop-dead gorgeous!"

Troy's very fair skin turned sort of pinkish.

"Too bad you have to wear a shirt," Michael says, his hand resting on
Troy's left chest, swiping it downwards like ironing out a wrinkle. He
stops and says, "Hey! You have a nipple-ring!"

Gaily, Troy replies, "I've got two!"

Then Michael takes each of his own nips in his fingers and thumbs, pressing
them together and asks, "Do you think my nips would look good pierced?"

To his question, Troy says, "I've got little circles, but I'm not sure if
they are for you on account of.... well I'm mostly smooth and you've got
like... well... hair on your chest. Are you like in college?"

It proved to Michael what he was saying about his front being hairy. It
made him look older than eighteen. "I would be if I had my high school
diploma. I'm eighteen. How about you?"

"Nineteen and I'm in my first year of college, but I don't like it."

"Why not?" Michael asks.

"Because my father wants me to follow in his footsteps. Well it's actually
my stepfather. He is a real," Troy looks around, "asshole. He said if I
wasn't studying law then he would not pay for my college tuition and fees."

"What an asshole!" Michael confirms it to be so.

It set Troy off laughing.

"What'd I say?" Michael asks, wondering what he said which sent Troy off
the deep end in giggles.

"Oh I'm not making fun of you Michael. It's just the cute way you said
it. That's all."

"I like your accent," Michael says. "Where are you from?"

"You were right."

"I was?"

"The place where they make the wooden shoes?"

Michael puts on a toothy smile.

"What?"

He confesses to Troy, "I don't know the country that makes the wooden
shoes!"

"Holland."

"Holland! Oh yeah. They make daffadills too, right?"

They hadn't realized it, from a distance, somebody watching them.

"Is there some reason why you are hiding behind the bush and staring at
those two boys over there?" Geoff asks the guy crouched behind the bush and
taking pot shots, looking around it every now and then.

"You're Geoff, right?" the fellow, seemingly in his late twenties asks,
taking Geoff's hand.

"That's me. And you are?"

"Lloyd Holt. I'm the photographer."

"Oh really?" Geoff asks, motioning that Lloyd has been holding his hand
long enough.

"Sorry `bout that."

"It still doesn't explain why you are stalking those two lads across the
way?"

"Well I have no idea whom the hairy-chested lad is, but the blond is my
nephew, Troyen Aellaerts."

"Aellaerts?" Geoff questions. "I don't recall seeing his name on the list?"
He opens a thin, black ring binder, flips through til he comes to the page
he wants. "Here it is.... how do you spell that?"

"A-e..."

"Nope!" Geoff says, slamming the notebook shut with a clap. "He's not on
the list. Therefore, he cannot stay on the grounds."

"Oh but... I have thirty-two photograpers on the grounds. Who would know if
one was sneaked in?"

"I would know!" Geoff replied, his thumb to his chest to enunciate his
position.

"Shit! Troyen is going to be devastated. He'll never understand. He will
think I think he is a failure. This is not going to be good."

Unlike Byron, he didn't immediately cut Lloyd off. "And `why' would it not
be good, Lloyd?"

"It's a long story, but in a nutshell, Troyen is nineteen, is being forced
to go to law school, a subject which he loathes. He really does not know
what he wants to do. He also has other problems. He is gay and afraid to
come out to his mother and stepfather, though he really yearns to be out to
everyone."

Geoff asks, "So, his parents wouldn't take him being gay, kindly?"

"His mother, my sister, I think she would be fine with it, but Luther, I
don't think so. The whole situation is a big mess and I really feel so bad
about Troyen."

Geoff felt bad too, but he had a job to do and could not allow personal
matters to dissway him from doing it. But he had an idea. "Look, there's
only one way in which it would be permissible for your nephew to stay on
the grounds and that would be if you go to Mr. Karlyle, explain the
situation and just maybe he might have the compassion in his heart to allow
him to stay. If it was up to me, I would not mind having him around. He
seems like a nice kid. At least probably Michael seems to think so or else
he would not be hanging around by your nephew."

"Michael?"

"Michael Coelho. He's a friend of a friend back in the city."

"Is he a model?" Lloyd asks, as Geoff slowly moves from behind the bush.

"Would be nice, if he were. He's in the same boat as your nephew," Geoff
replies, walking, Lloyd following.

"How would that be?"

"Different, but the same. He's from Fairbanks, Alaska, came out, got kicked
out, hiked across the country and wound up on a subway train bound for the
Bronx. If it wasn't for Alex, he still would be."

"Alex?"

Geoff left it at, "He's around someplace. I'm sure you'll bump into him."

Before either could say anymore, Troy has spotted them walking towards him
and Michael and walks halfway, Michael trailing.

"It's my uncle," Troy says to Michael.

"Maybe he's pissed at you for not taking pictures."

"Nah. Uncle Lloyd is easy going. He's almost the only guy who treats me
nicely. I stay with him in his apartment in the city."

"Wow! I can't believe it," Michael says.

Stopping for a moment, Troy asks, "Can't believe what?"

"I've been all over the city and you haven't spotted me for being cute?"

"Oh knock it off!" Troy tapped him in the abs with the back of his hand.

Soon two plus two became a quartet, Lloyd explaining the situation to Troy.

Michael's reaction was, "Oh you can't kick Troy out Geoff. He like thinks
I'm so cute!"

Geoff makes a slight comment, "Bad news travels fast!"

"What?" Lloyd asks.

"Nothing," Geoff tells. Moving right along he says to Troy, "If you're
uncle can't square it with Mr. Karlyle then I'm afraid I will have to ask
you to leave, Troy."

"Oh-h-h," Troy whined, slumping his shoulders. "My first real job."

Seeing the depressed look in Troy's whole disposition, Geoff places a hand
on his shoulder and says, "Don't give up hope yet. Mr. Karlyle seems to be
a fair person."

"Okay," Troy replied, still a downer in his voice.

"I'll come with you," Michael says.

Geoff didn't disagree. Perhaps Michael would say something `cute' and it
would make... `oh phooey!' he thought, brushing the whole scenario away.

Lloyd thanked him.

Troy thanked him.

Michael thanked Geoff with a hug.

As the three walked away from him, Geoff came up with an idea. He jogged
over to them, shouting, "Hey wait up!"

The three halted in their steps.

"What's up Geoff?" Michael asks.

Smiling, Geoff replies, "It's a long shot, but it might just help if Troy
walks in to the house with his shirt stripped?"

Michael throws his hands up in the air, shouting, "Hey! I got an idea. How
about a speedo?"

"Speedo?" Troy questions. "I've never worn one of those."

"Me neither until I tried one," Michael says. "But you'll like it. Feels
like you don't have anything on and you don't even feel like your cock and
balls are all cramped up. See?"

Lloyd and Geoff leaned in, but probably Troy was the only one with the
bird's eye view, looking down into Michael's speedo as he pulled it away
from his bod.

"Nice," Troy said, unintentionally wettng his lips.

"C'mon. I'll get you one of my speedos and we can see what you look like!"

"I'll wait for you here, Troyen," Lloyd said. "I can't believe I'm allowing
Troyen to do this."

"Hey, no shirt and only a speedo clinging to his torso... `that' could make
all the difference Lloyd!"

Then, making small talk, Lloyd mentions, "I see you're rooming with another
guy... is he like..."

"Partner," Geoff replies.

"Would you happen to," Lloyd tred lightly, "do threesomes?"

"I don't think so," Geoff replies, being nice without a direct `no'.

Not leaving it alone, Lloyd says, "You're a fine looking bear, Geoff!"

"Oh, so you weren't only checking out Michael and your nephew, huh?" Geoff
says, holding the security notebook behind his back with both hands,
stretching.

Lloyd replies, "And from the stretch of your shirt, I take it a nice set of
nips to munch on?"

Geoff smiles, bringing the notebook back in front of him, the shirt taking
up slack. "Sorry, Lloyd."

"No problem. No offense, but I suppose there's other fish in the sea."

"Or bears in the mountains?"

The two broke out in light laughter, till they saw Michael and Troy come
their way.

"Oh! My!...."

"Gawd!" Geoff finished Lloyd's exclaimation, the two seeing Troy, almost a
swimmer's build, definitely wider in the upper, narrower in the lower.

"Nice cub!" Geoff says of the light covering of blond hair over Troy's
pecs, glistening in the sun like his chest was coated with extra virgin
olive oil.

"I'll say," Lloyd replies, his eyes trained on Troy.

He toys with Lloyd, "Wouldn't mind having a threeway with him!"

It's the thing which broke the spell Troy had over him, turning to Geoff
and saying, "Change your mind, Geoff?"

"Nah. Only wishful thinking!"

Cutting Michael and Troy off at the intersection of the sidewalk, Geoff
detoured them towards the main house.

When they got there, Michael's hand was on the knob.

"Hold it up there Michael. You just can't go waltzing in." Geoff took the
lead, brushing by Troy. He smiled and the two exchanged a silent
message. On target, Geoff rang the bell. "Mr. Karlyle's butler does his
bidding for him."

"Big Ben," Michael says.

"Huh?" Geoff turned towards him.

"The doorbell. It's playing `Big Ben'."

"Oh right," Geoff replies. "The chimes."

"Uh, dah, Geoff?" Michael awards him.

Making a fist, Geoff makes like he's gonna punch Michael's lights out.

Michael gives reply, "You couldn't hurt a flea, Geoff!"

"Why thank you, Michael," Geoff replies.

"Hey, how's it going Geoff?"

"Too many problems today, Tom."

Tom Space, Mr. Karlyle's butler, stood there at five foot, nine inches tall
and he had to look up in order to thoroughly check out Troy. The
twenty-five year old wasn't your typical english butler, even though he had
the accent. "Who's goldenboy?"

Michael and Troy exchanged looks.

Michael says, "Don't look at me. I'm not the one with the blond hair!"

"Tom, we need to see Mr. Karlyle, if he is available?"

"He's working on a photo shoot." Then, checking out the other three, "Who
is it that wants to see Mr. K?"

Lloyd speaks up, "My nephew, Troyen here."

"And what about you?" Tom directs to Michael.

"Would you belive I'm Troy's personal trainer?" Michael's face lights up
with his toothy smile

"Yeah," Tom replies, "I'll believe it when hell freezes over." But Michael
had nothing to fear, when Tom says, "Okay, you two in the speedos, `in'!"

With the door closed, almost in their faces, Lloyd says, "I guess I'm not
invited, huh?"

Geoff replies, "Somehow Lloyd? I can't picture you in a speedo!"

%

"I am so learning to hate this bed, Alex!"

"I know," Alex replies as they go over another bumpy door ledge, "without
me it's so lonely, right?"

"And cold."

When they entered the pool area, the cement apron of the indoor swimming
facility, Kyle and Alex were amazed by the company they would be keeping.

Wattie, whom had guided Kyle from room to room, asks, "The bar is over
there. Carman will be your bartender for this afternoon and of course you
recognize Darryl. If the water is too warm or cold, just tell Darryl and he
will make the adjustments."

Across the way, another dude caught Alex's attention, "I like the waiter's
outfit!"

Wattie smiled, saying, "Today your waiter will be Hiro Tanaka." Snapping
his fingers, he called, "Hiro, would you step this way please?"

'Mm-m-m', Alex thought, 'a snap of the fingers and the Asian beauty is all
mine!'

Except for the few hairs around his nips and the thin, black treasure
trail, Hiro appeared to be 'very' smooth.

"May I interest you in some crabcakes?"

"Sure," Alex replied, finding interest in other things, but the silver tray
was in his way! "Want one Kyle?" he turned his attention. But more than
Kyle was on his mind.

"Champayne, gentlemen?" It was Carman, from the bar, standing on the other
side of Kyle's deluxe roll-around bed.

"Sure," Kyle replied. "Only problem, it's kind of tough in this reclining
position?"

Alex watched as Wattie removed a straw, one of a few packed into the side
of Carman's speedos. Alex made a funny all to himself, 'Hey! I wanted to do
that!'

"I never drank champayne from a straw before, but I guess there's a first
time for everything!" Kyle was amazed too, the straw being made of glass no
less.

"I hope you showered, Carman?" Alex asks, the straw obviously tucked in the
front of his speedo.

Smiling, Carman replies, "Sure, but I had a late morning orgasm and the
straw could be tainted some dried leftovers on it!"

"Mm-m," Kyle replied. "No wonder this tastes spiked!" He takes the straw
and gives it a few extra licks.

Alex says, "Whatsamatter? My honey not sweet enough for you?"

"On second thought, no offense Carman, but this does have a little
vinegar-y taste to it."

"I'm sure if it were fresh, it would have different appeal," Carman replied
with a grin.

All was in fun and they laughed it off.

"Can I take your order for drinks?" Carman asks, pressing his speedos down
quite a bit, exposing his almost black trimmed pubes to retrieve a pencil
and pad from his pouch-pocket.

Kyle jokes, "Um, can I clean the pencil off for you Carman?"

Alex reboots, "Want to clean 'my' pencil off?"

It was the type of environment, Carman not giving a thought about replying,
"Looks more like a pencil made from a tree trunk, Alex!"

A dry glass, Alex was already feeling the effects, saying, "I'll show if
you show!"

"Mm-mm," Kyle replied to that, knowing what size Alex was, wondering about
the size of Carman's Italian sausage.

Neither Kyle, nor Alex ever thought it would happen, calling his bluff,
they watched as Carman stuck his thumbs in between his skin and the elastic
of his speedo and without a care in the world, shucked them to just above
the knees.

"You're turn!" Carman replies, still holding his speedos above knee.

"Um, sorry Carman, but Alex's got you beat!" Kyle said, as Alex followed
through with the 'bet', lifting his speedo away from his pubes, over his
package and leaving them the same height as Carman's speedo.

Then, snapping his speedo back in place, Carman replies, "I have to admit
it Alex, you've got me beat by a couple of inches."

"At least," Kyle replies.

"Maybe later we could have a 'taste off'," Carman ventures to say.

"Taste off?" Kyle inquires, not sure if what he is thinking is the same
thing on Carman's mind.

Alex beats him to it, "Think honey, 'honey'!"

"Cool!" Kyle replies. "But only if I'm the judge!"

"Can't we share?" Carman asks Kyle.

"Caviar?"

"Sure," Alex replied to Hiro. "Want some 'honey'?" he addresses his lover.

"Sure, I'd love some honey," Kyle replies with a grin on his face. Without
candor he asks, "So, what are you packin' Hiro?"

Kyle and Alex are both shocked when Carman says, "Come on Hiro. Show them
that nice big piece of meat I sucked off!"

"Only if you bend over," Hiro told Carman.

The two couldn't believe the risque behavior, Carman turning around,
peeling his speedo, exposing his butt, then Hiro walking around the table,
his long cock in his hand, same time firming it up.

"You're not going to like...." Alex asked what it seemed to be obvious.

Hiro answered both Alex's question and the questioned look on Kyle's face,
Hiro reaching back and spanking Carman on the ass.

"Ow-w-wch! Oh! Oh!" Carman belched out, both hands feeling up his ass. "Oh
shit! Cayman wants me to model later. I hope your handprint is gone Hiro!"

"Model? Like with no clothes on?" Kyle asks.

"Um, like are visitors allowed?" Alex inquires.

Carman replies, "Only if you get involved."

"Oh wow!" Kyle suddenly says, looking beyond the gathering.

It was Nalin, but he wasn't in his professional attire. Instead he was clad
in only a speedo, one with a little more fabric than Carman's and
Hiro's. He had a lux towel over his shoulders, partially hiding his very
hairy front. "Are you ready for a swim in the pool Kyle?"

"Um, like I'm in this bed. I'm not supposed to get up out of it," Kyle
replied with cautioning.

Alex and Kyle burst out in laughter when Nalin replies, "Well if these two
are done with their hump-de-hump fun..."

He had to stop, with all the laughter, Hiro replying, "Get your ass over
that barstool and I'll show you the hump-de-hump dance, Nalin!"

"Maybe I'll shove my torpedo up your ass. I hope you will not gag on it!"
Nalin gets even.

Right away, Kyle inconvenieced himself, stretching to look over the side of
the table. In his own estimate, from the look of the bulge Nalin was
packing, he could probably do it!

Saving himself from further ridicule, Hiro says, "If you want a hand
getting Kyle in the pool, Carman and I could help."

"Oh no. I bring help along with me!"

"Hell yeah!" Alex voices opinion, seeing four muscled dudes walk in. He did
make an opinion, "Too bad they're hiding all that muscle," he said of their
shirts.

Nalin yells over to the four, "Alex wants the shirts off!"

"No problem," one of the four yells back.

Three of them take their shirts in their bare hands and rip them to shreds,
exposing their worked pecs and abs.

The fourth muscle dude walks over to Alex and says, "You want my shirt off,
do it!"

"Um, you're not going to like punch my lights out, if I do?" Alex replied,
thinking there was a catch to this.

"This convince you?" the bald-headed muscle man replies, taking the back of
Alex's head in his hand and forces their lips together.

Kyle laughs his ass off, but then sees Alex's struggling mellow out, "Hey,
I think that's enough 'Atlas'!"

They stop, 'Atlas' saying, "You gonna do my shirt? Only one way it's coming
off!"

"Will it turn you on?" Alex asks.

"I'm already turned on, standing here and checkin' out you're fuckin' hot
bod!"

"Okay," Alex replied, placing his hands at the crew neck of the muscle
shirt. He gives a little tear.

"Oh c'mon. Get rough with me Alex. I love it when guys take me on!"

When Alex places his hands in the same place, 'Atlas' takes Alex's hands in
his and gives a hefty pull. "Fuck yeah! Strip me!"

Carman, returning with another round of champayne, says, "Why don't you let
Alex take on your steel abs, Ron?"

"Hell yeah!" Ron replies. "C'mon Alex, give me a nice hard pound right
here," he points out a spot right above his smooth navel.

"Pound?" Alex replies.

Hiro, showing up with another round of h'orderves, hands the tray to Alex,
"Hold this. Let me show you what Ron craves."

"Now you're talking!" Ron replies, repositioning himself with his feet
shoulder width apart.

"Hey, Carman, get your ass over here and stretch me out!"

"Huh?" Kyle said, wondering what it meant.

"With pleasure," Carman says, sort of with an evil twang to it. After
weaving his arms up and under Ron's arms, putting him in a full nelson,
Carman lifts his knee and braces it against his back.

"Oh yeah," Ron replies, "Feels so fuckin' damn hot!"

"Yeah," Carman speaks Ron's language, "gonna stretch every muscle fiber in
your bod, Ron!" He pulls back on the muscled bod, pressing his knee in
further.

"Bring it on Hiro... bring it on!"

"Wow!" Kyle replies, but is doubly wowwed when Hiro winds himself up in
some kind of Kungfu stance, his knuckles the forefront of what looks like a
fist.

"You're not going to..." Alex says, not paying attention to the little
sandwiches, black olives rolling off the tray.

Before he could finish, Hiro makes a 'wee-ahhhhh' sound and plows his fist
into Ron's stomach.

"Ooh-ah-h-h-h-h-h!" Ron replies, feeling the fist dig deep into his abs,
then recover, grabbing some air.

"You okay?" Kyle says with concern, Carman doing a release, Ron bending in
half.

Immediately standing up straight, Ron does some stretching; arms, neck,
twisting at the waist, "Ah-h-h that felt so damn good!"

"It like didn't even phase him!" Kyle exclaims.

Before relieving Alex of the tray, Hiro says, "Get those olives off the
floor for me, Ron."

It was said in a way which both Alex and Kyle thought it strange.

"No problem," Ron says, bending down, getting on hands and knees, doggy
styled.

Alex smiled, knowing this was all 'planned', Hiro making another 'windup'
sound, his bare foot tensed, lifted backwards, then quickly rushed
forwards, tucking in Ron's gut.

"Ugh-h-h-h!" Ron replies, flipping over onto his back, lying flat out on
the ground. "Oh fuck Hiro!"

"He's such a woosie!" Carman says, refilling Kyle's and Alex's flutes.

"Oh yeah, Carman?" Ron says, suddenly totally recovering, jumping up to his
feet. "Why don't we see what you're made of!"

"Don't make me laugh Ron!"

"Oh yeah?" Ron says, putting his hand on Carman's shoulder, his right hand
making a fist.

Hiro puts his hand to the side of his mouth, bends towards Alex's ear and
softly speaks, "Watch this!"

"I suggest you unhand me, Ron."

"Hee-heee... I knew you were scared yellow, Carm!" He makes a chicken
noise.

"Yellow huh?" Carman says. His face filling up with a smile, Carman quickly
does some fancy juggling with the Dom Perignon bottle and as the contents
leak out onto the ground, the bottom is making contact with Ron's bod.

"Oh-h-h-h, right in the balls!" Alex makes a face, wincing, like it were
his own balls which got caved in.

Joking, Carman turns to Kyle and Alex, asking, "Wanna see me shove it up
his ass?"

"Watch out!" Kyle says, wincing after pointing.

"You fucking, dirty, double crossing asshole!"

It was Ron coming at Carman, one hand holding his crotch, the other balled
up in a fist.

To Kyle, Carman says, "Wanna see what Hiro taught me?" He didn't wait for
response. There wasn't enough time as Carman does some kind of ballet
twirl, the base of his heel sinking into Ron's abs.

"U-u-u-u-uk!" Ron cries out, bending over like he just barfed.

Hiro's laughing his ass off, saying to Carman, "I give you an 'A plus' on
that move Carm!" They high-five.

"Why don't we finish him off?" Carman asks Hiro.

"With pleasure."

"Um, guys," Alex tries interferring, "don't you think Ron has like.. had
enough?"

Hiro replies, as the two go at him, "Ron never gets enough!"

"You fuckin' bastards!" Ron says.

But Hiro and Carman are already on him, each taking Ron's arms, Hiro on the
left, Carman on the right. They pull his arms forwards, pairing up their
fists, driving them home, dead center of Ron's abs.  And if that wasn't
enough, Carman gives hint, "See? I told you Ron was a pushover!"

He winked to Kyle, but already Hiro was in place, kneeling down on all
fours, at the edge of the pool. Carman began singing the Pitbull's song,
"Uno! Dos! One - two - tres - qua!"

And over Hiro's back Ron went, right into the pool with a cannonball
splash.

To the ladder Ron swam like nothing happened to him. He got out and walked
over to where Kyle was laid out. They lined up, one-two-three.

Ron says, "All together now fellas!"

The three bow, singing, "Ta-da-a-a-a-ah!"

Ron's muscle buds begin applauding, one commenting, "Good performance Ron!"

"I don't get it," Kyle says, he too softly applauding.

Alex is shaking his head, "You guys had me completely fooled!"

"Me too," Kyle adds, realizing it was all a show. "Um, doesn't your stomach
hurt Ron?"

"Are you kidding?" One of the other muscle dudes says, "We all can take
what Ron can take!"

"Is that so, Ty?" Ron says to him.

"I'll take that as a challenge," Ty, ripples of ab muscle, tells Ron.

Kyle wouldn't mind another show, it was so realistic, but he also wanted to
see if Nalin was going to get him in the pool or not. He seemed to have
developed a trust in his therapeutic ways. "I thought you were going to get
me in the pool?"

"I am," Nalin replies, sweeping Ron to the side with his hand.

Alex laughed, seeing Ron bare his teeth like a wolf readying for the
kill. Then he wonders what's up, Ron moving with side-to-side steps.

He doesn't know what to reply when Ron offers, "How about you and I head
off to the gym Alex? It would really turn me on to be hanging from a bar
and having you work over my abs."

"I don't think so Ron. I'm nonviolent," Alex replies.

"What a pity. I bet you pack a hard punch."

Smiling, Alex thought about it, but not from the curved fist point of
view. And thinking of past times in the townhouse, he replies, "Oh yeah. I
can really pack a wallop of a punch!"

Ron returns, "Oh Alex. Then you gotta do me!"

Alex was thinking it 'could' be fun, wondering how tight Ron was, but their
little conversation came to end, Ron being summoned over to Kyle's bedside.

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