Date: Fri, 18 Jun 2010 12:56:29 -0700 (PDT)
From: T. Chase McPhee <survivalgame@yahoo.com>
Subject: ?For Sale By Owner: ReaDy FoR THe CiTy' 07

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: ReaDy FoR THe CiTy' 07
wriTten by T. Chase McPhee

%

"You know what is strange?"

"What?" Micah asks, as the two wade their legs in the pool.

"I hardly recognize anybody from the Stud Muffin party. Too, at the party
there were waiters buzzing all over the place?"

"At the Stud Muffin party they are called 'waiters'. When there aren't any
special events going on, the normal staff, which is given furlough, while
hired people come in, return from their time off. Too, the staff are more
called 'servants'. Tom Space explained it to me like this and said there's
a difference. Draw your own conclusions."

"I have," Byron says with a smile, settling his hand onto Micah's.

Smiling back, Micah knew where this was leading and instead of waiting for
Byron, he leans in and they kiss.

However, they are abruptly cast out of their tender moment when Ellio
surfaces from the water and sprays them with pool water.

"Elliot, you idiot!" Byron jokes.

Ellio laughs his ass off!

Micah boldly says, "Well, if you're not going to anything about it," he
jumps from the edge of the pool, both hands landing on Ellio's shoulders,
deep-sixing him on his way underwater.

Suddenly, there are two bare feet at Byron's side.

Looking up a pair of hairy legs, a dude lowers a tray of small shrimp,
asking, "Would you care for an appetizer before dinner?"

Byron's eyes settle on something more than shrimp. He knew he was probably
being snagged for checking on the dude's cock and balls, so switched
direction, "Are you a servant or a waiter?"

Helping himself to a seat next to Byron, his bare ass slaps the wet
pavement. "Actually both, but," and he took a shrimp for himself, "more a
servant."

"Are you allowed to eat with the people you service?"

Byron didn't catch on, but the servant was dwelling on the word, 'service',
making a joke of it, "Service? What context would you be meaning that?"

In exclamation, Byron replies, "Oh! I didn't mean 'service' like
in... in..."

Nudging Byron with his elbow, the servant says, "I know. I'm just pulling
your leg."

Getting even, Byron says, "How would you mean that?"

In his late twenties, dark brown hair, buzz cut, a thin beard running along
his cheek bones, he replies, "Touche!" As if dueling swords. He then wipes
a hand off on his thigh, offering it to Byron, "Travis Coffman, but I
highly suggest you stick to 'Travis'."

Shaking Travis' hand, Byron says, "I'm Byron Rockwell."

"I know." And to infer, "That's Micah Leander and the dreamy Italian stud
in the water is Ellio Baccolini, and by the looks of him, it looks like he
could use my help!" And shoving the shiny metal plate of shrimp into
Byron's hands, "Here, hold this a minute!" He falls into the pool,
underwater, and heads like a submarine towards Ellio.

"OMG!" Byron calls out, when the tray tips, the shrimp falling into their
almost-natural habitat!

Five seconds later, "Holy cow!"

Switching his attention to above, he is beset upon by a guy his own age
holding a net on the end of a long pole.

"Sorry 'bout that," Byron says to him. He figures, holding the net, the
blond dude was some type of 'fisherman'.  "Wait! I-i-i know you!"

"Yeah, I remember you too. Byron, isn't it?"

Byron smiled up at him, but confesses, "I saw you around a lot at the Stud
Muffin Party, but I didn't get your name."

"Darryl, but I better get to getting those shrimp before they clog the
filter!"

One big difference Byron notices, between Darryl and Travis, were the
'loins'. Whereas Travis' were uncovered, Darryl wore a brilliant white
speedo. He wondered what 'went' with that!

"Hi!"

He would have guessed it another of the staff, but the voice was familiar
and dripped water on him like a dog shaking off after a bath.

"Oh, did I get you wet?" Micah asks, plopping his ass down.

"Only enough so I don't have to shower!" Byron tells him. "So Elliot got
tired of chasing you around?"

"Nah. He found a new fish in the sea!"

"I thought maybe it might be the other way around."

"Regardless," Micah says with a nod, "I have a feeling the two aren't
sticking around.

Suddenly, Darryl pops up, right in front of him, "Oh by the way, I have a
message for you."

"Me or him?" Micah asks.

"Both. You're supposed to wear tux, but no shirt, to dinner," Darryl
replies.

"And how long ago were you supposed to give us this message, Darryl?"
Travis talks down to him, as if a parent.

"Oh-h-h," Darryl thinks to the air, "about fifteen minutes ago?"

Tapping Byron on the chest with the back of his hand, Micah exclaims as he
gets up, "C'mon. Worst case scenario is being late to dinner!"

Byron replies as he takes an offered hand, "But it's ten o'clock at night."

"Have you had your dinner?" Micah asks.

"No."

"It's dinnertime!"

"Bye guys," the eighteen year old pool-keeper yells.

"See ya Darryl!"

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"Mm-m-m... Mm-m-m... Mm-mm!" Mohan mumbled from down in his throat as he
sucked on Scotty's hard shaft.

So far, after Master Jim had pounded his gut, he hasn't been treated
poorly. Still, Scotty was unsure of his future. It was tough to dwell on
the 'bad', with so much 'good' happening. For sure he knew what was about
to become of his immediate future, because he was getting very close to
climax. He whimpered when Mohan stopped tonguing his tool from fully
engulfed.

"I suspect you are close?" He forgot. Scotty couldn't communicate it in
words. However, from his hips, with a slight bucking action, the minute
amount he could, considering his eagle-spread position, Mohan figured it
was time to make his move. Assuming a position of straddling Scotty's
ribcage, his leaking cock sat on Scotty's hairy upper abs. He swiped some
of his own pre-cum and reached around to lube his ass up. "This is going to
be so-o-o sweet!" Knowing Scotty couldn't talk, he went for a ballpark
figure, "What are you? Eight? Nine? Ten?"

Of course he went over the mark by one, but for Scotty he was having mixed
reactions. He was brought to the point of climax and yearned to follow
through, but it sort of repulsed him, the man who helped get him in this
predicament, was ready to sit on his pole. But like everything else, he
didn't have a say in the matter, so just accepted his destiny and watched
as Mohan 'sat down'.

%

"What'd he say?" Alex asked Kyle, first one to question him upon
disconnecting with his detective friend.

When Kyle wanted to be, he could be very forceful and official, responding,
"Raul said they can't go looking for somebody without a report filed."

"Did you tell him it was a friend of a friend?"

"No," Kyle said. With modesty, "I just told him I'm filing the report!"

Alex then asks with sarcasm, "Oh, so now all he has to do is fill out a
mountain of paperwork?"

Way ahead of Alex, plus his special connections with Raul, Kyle replies,
"Not exactly. He says he's acting first and then if there's a problem,
he'll fill out the paperwork."

"What do you mean if there's a problem? 'Our friend' could be run off the
road or in a plane crash and..."

One of the few times he's seen Alex flustered, Kyle is soothing him both
physically and mentally, "Calm down, Alex. You don't know Raul like I know
Raul."

"True," Alex stretched his shoulders back, moved his head side to side.

"He's going to check out the airports upstate and see what he can dig up
and will call us when he finds out anything."

From the door Michael hugs the molding, Darryl right by his side, "Did you
get in touch with your friend?" Michael asks Kyle.

"He's on it and said not to worry," Kyle replies. Walking over to Michael,
who looked a little jumpy, he puts his arm around him and assures him, "And
when Raul says 'not to worry', he means not to worry, okay?"

"Okay," Michael replies. Kyle surrenders Michael into Darryl's cuddling
arms.

%

It's strange, how enemies can change towards the good and even 'work
together', Mohan sitting atop Scotty's hard erection, his legs like
jack-knived with each thrust of Scotty's torso.

With respect to Scotty's affliction, being tied eagle-spread to the table,
Mohan thought it a rougher ride with unbinding the ropes holding his legs
towards the corners of the pool table. For the moment, Scotty put off his
arms still being bound, because the essence of male coupling, causing hot,
sexual vibrations made him forget about this troubling matter.

"Oh-h-h-h-h," Scotty sighed as Mohan's tight ass caused his hips to
buck. Too, not experiencing it before, it was affecting the aura of Mohan's
sexual ride as well as his inclination towards the fucking action, Mohan
teasing his nips. Too, at times, even though he was Mohan's prisoner, at
times when Scotty opened his eyes, from squinting from the pleasure, he
actually was compelled to reach out and touch the dark nips hiding in
Mohan's chest fleece. He couldn't believe it, let alone Mohan, when he
reacts, "I want you!"

"What?" Mohan questioned in disbelief.

"I want your ass!"

With question, Mohan replies, "You've got my ass!"

"I want more of it!"

Driven, Mohan stands right up on the pool table, lowers himself off the
side. First unsure, his vacant ass drives him to the conclusion he needs a
refill, untying Scotty's hands.

Stretching to get the kinks out of the bondage position he was put in,
Scotty was hotter than a sunny day in July.

On his guard, Mohan stood there like a wrestler, but he was no match for
Scotty's sexual heat.

Scotty was no prizefighter, but he could throw a punch. After shucking the
ball gag, he lied, saying as he approached Mohan, "All I want is to fuck
your hot ass!"

Mohan bought it and as he stood up straight, stepping out of his
confrontational stance, Scotty moved in with lightning fist. "Ugh-h-h!" he
called out when Scotty planted his fist in his cushy midsection.

"Now to give you a taste of your own action!" Not a malicious person,what
got him into this fix to begin with, Scotty threw Mohan over edge of the
pool table, his ass landing in a convenient position. He wasn't planning on
it, but the ropes which held his own wrists, were right there and in no
time he crudely worked them for his own good, around Mohan's
wrists. Lastly, with no mercy, he drove his cock in deep.

Howling, Mohan crooned, "Oh-h-h-h-h-h-h!" He wasn't too keen on being the
bound victim, but stopped fighting the ropes.

Thinking only revenge, Scotty shoved himself at the pool table, capturing
Mohan's ass in the balance. He could feel his balls hit ass, but mainly
scraping the sides of his cock is what was turning him on.

He smirked when Mohan yells out, "I'm sorry I squeezed your nips! I beg of
you... " breath, "have mercy! Don't torture my nips, please!"

It was like Mohan begging him not to fuck his ass, as he pulled out and
drove inwards, the two already developing a rhythm, Mohan's ass plunging
backwards as Scotty dodged forwards. Figuring it the biggest dropped hints,
he reaches under Mohan's arms, his forearms scraping his hairy pits and
fingering Mohan's chest for the tiny nubs. Then Scotty got vicious!

%

"This is 'nice'!" Byron said with a little shyness, him and Micah showing
up for dinner in the Karlyle dining room.

"Wait till you taste the food," Micah says as he and Byron, seated, are
shoved under the table by two guys helping to serve.

"Nice," Byron says of one of them walking away, "I like the tattoo."

Saying of the elaborate Celtic cross on the servants back, Micah tells,
"That's Patrick. I love his red hair and his green eyes are like so-o
dreamy!"

"You don't like guys with blond hair and blue eyes?" Byron asks.

Smiling, Micah said of Byron's stats, as he leans over,
shoulder-to-shoulder, "No, I like boys with blond hair and blue eyes, but
there's only one I love!"

Byron smiles at him.

"What?" Micah asks, joking, "Am I being too corny?"

"Some," Byron replies, grinning.

The two exchange kisses.

"Hey you two, save that stuff for later?" Ellio says, seating himself. He
furthers, "I'm surprised at you By... Micah here is gonna think I didn't
teach you no table manners!"

They watch as the thirty-two year old Italian picks up a knife, breathes on
it and wipes it with his cloth napkin.

"Where's your tie, Ellio?" Byron asks.

He explains, "Well you wouldn't no on account of you're as smooth as a
cucumber, but for us hairy guys, wearing a tie without a shirt kind of gets
the hair pinched at the neck line!"

Bending over to place glasses of wine in front of each, Travis replies, "I
offered to give Ellio a trim, but he refused my services."

"Oh no," Ellio informs them rather in a loud voice, "nobody's touching this
Italian rug. I happen to like a hairy chest!"

"I agree!" Came a voice from out of nowhere.

It was Cayman Karlyle and as he always greets people, he walks right over
to Ellio, puts his hand on his chest and replies, "And this one is so nice
and soft."

"Thanks," Ellio replies. And being Cayman so open about whom and where he
touches, Ellio takes the liberty to doing likewise, saying, "Hey! Nice
balls!"

By this time, Cayman's hand had waundered down Ellio's chest and soon he
was making compliment, "You too!"

Next, they hear, "Am I missing out on anything?"

Losing interest in Cayman's balls real quick, Ellio gasps, "Who the hell is
the adonis?"

Dark hair spiked with gel, short on the sides, trimmed beard lining the
sides of his face, stripe up the chin, is the first thing to draw Ellio's
attention. As he came closer, the dark brown hair under the jacket made him
look beyond Cayman altogether.

Seeing he wasn't a figure of attraction, Cayman stands aside, welcoming his
guest with general introduction, "Everyone, this is my new business
partner, Hugo Zongo."

Ellio had to unseat himself for this dude, but when he did stand, he found
out Hugo stood only about an inch taller. "Well hello there," Ellio extends
his hand as well as his friendly smile.

Feeling mutual, Hugo states, "I am so pleased to meet you, um..."

"Pardon my manners," Ellio replies, telling him, "I'm Ellio."

Byron wondered 'what was up', thinking Ellio already had something going on
with Travis, because he hadn't seen either of the two between the pool and
dinner time. Yet, it didn't look like Travis was minding the attention
Ellio was paying towards Hugo.

On the same lifeline, Micah leans in and tells Byron, "Don't worry about
Travis. Like he told you at the pool, his job of making a guest comfortable
is part of the job."

And then Byron began believing when Hugo looks over Ellio's shoulder,
sharing opinion, "Have you met Travis?"

Ellio, opening up the conversation to three, says, "I have."

Bluntly, Hugo shares, "He's one helluva cocksucker, isn't that right
Travis?"

It's nothing Ellio didn't already know, but right then and there, the
luster Hugo came in with suddenly began to fade, him putting Travis on the
spot.

"Uh," turning a little pink with embarrassment, "I guess so," Travis
replies meekly.

Hugo then divulges, "That's something else about Travis, he's such a modest
guy. He would never come out and say it, but he's also a damn got a hot
cock to shove up an ass."

Not only crude, but sensing Hugo trying to deliberately berate Travis,
probably because his purpose was being Ellio's dinner-mate and not at the
moment one of the waiters, it ticked Ellio off. However, putting two and
two together, about Hugo, he says, "I wouldn't mind finding out for myself
later. Maybe Travis and I could take you on from both ends, Hugo?"

"Might be kinda hot," Hugo replies. But he wasn't through with Travis,
moving over to where his chair is next to Ellio, saying, "Why don't you
have a seat over by Cayman, pretty please?"

He put Travis in a spot where couldn't possibly refuse, part of his job
being to please a guest.

But the message Hugo was sending to Travis registered loud and clear. As
much as he was taken by Hugo's macho look, he felt real bad of how Travis
was being treated, so says, "Sorry, but that's Travis' seat."

Looking up from where he sat down, Hugo looks up at Travis and asks, "Is
this your seat?"

It was a quandary for Travis, glancing back and forth from Ellio to Hugo
and back. He knew if he displeased Hugo, it would mean a backlash from
Cayman, which in turn could mean termination. However, Ellio was a strong
proponent in his court, so things could be rectified as turning out in a
positive sense. "Um..."

Still trying to make Travis squirm, Ellio had had enough. He gets up from
his chair, walks behind Hugo's chair, reaches down like he's about to take
him at the seat of the pants, but instead the woven reeds of the chair and
scoots Hugo right out from under the table.

"What the fuck?" Hugo clamours.

"Get the message yet Hugo?" Ellio exclaims.

Cayman, whom had been away from the dining room for a spell, arrives
back. Now the three are put on the spot, but it's Cayman who solves the
mystery of who is going to occupy the seat, "Hugo, you're sitting over here
by me!"

Whether to please Cayman, or not, it would remain a hidden motive, Hugo
saying, "I guess I'm sitting by Cayman," as he replaces the napkin on the
table and walks around the table.

Sitting together, Ellio asks Travis, "Will you tell me what that was all
about?"

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Nearing, Scotty had a better idea, rather than shooting his load up Mohan's
guts. Hed pulled out, stroking himself, but then didn't want to waste his
internal fluid on the carpeting. Jumping up on the pool table, he grabbed
Mohan by the scalp.

Getting the hint, Mohan opened wide.

Right in his mouth, down his throat, Scotty drove his fuck tool and it was
just in time, as he expelled his pent up emotion. When he finished, he fell
to his knees on the table, some dribbles soiling the green felt. Panting,
he fell to his back, waiting out recovery. Closing his eyes, he couldn't
stop saying how fantastic is was.

"Maybe you come again?" Mohan said, on all fours, above him.

"How did you?" Scotty questioned him free of the ropes, as he propped
himself up on his elbows.

"I could have stopped you long ago?"

It sent a message, the two looking at each other, Mohan with his toothy
grin.

"You're not fooling me one bit. I knew you craved to have your ass filled!"

"And now I help clean you up!"

Almost ready to protest, Scotty didn't fight the feeling as Mohan began
licking around the base of his depleted cock, a hand moving it to the side
as the cum-waste was siphoned off. As he lay there, things spiraled
backwards until he came to the part where he was being tied to the table he
now lay on, in an unknown and horrifying predicament. It then came him,
something which made him stifle out of his recollection, "Master-Jim!"  He
sat up.

"What about him?"

Scotty tells the naked truth, "I've got to get out of here before he comes
back!"

Leaving Mohan on the pool table, "Wait! I help you."

"Help me, Mohan?" Scotty searches for his clothes. "Help me right back in
the hands of your friend?"

"They are in the red chest," he slips off his ass off the side of the table
and walks across the room. Opening the lid, he says, "Come pick your
clothes out of here."

Finding the clothes he wore earlier on, Mohan too chooses. Same time he's
informing Scotty, "Master Jim, it is not in him to be mean. It is a game."

"Well, I don't like his game." It then also dawns on Scotty, "Hey, where's
Ishaq?"

A pair of empty cuffs dangle from the ceiling.

"Most likely in Master Jim's bed with his other boy."

Scotty looks puzzled.

"Kevin's servant?"

"Kevin too," Scotty says, twirling his thumb in the direction of where
Kevin passed out.

"Master Jim's bed," Mohan predicts.

Half-dressed, Scotty says, "Must be some night for Master Jim!"

%

Given advice to go to bed, Michael still stayed up in the entertainment
room. Next to him on the sofa, Darryl Trewent on his right, zonked
out. Looking at Darryl's watch, he noticed the lifeless arm as he allowed
it to flop down his thigh. "Darryl?" he tried stirring him.

After several pokes, Darryl opens his eyelids and questions, "What?"

"You're sleeping. You should go home," Michael replies.

"Do you want me to go home?"

Michael didn't want him to, but being a new encounter for both he shows
concern, "You have a demonstration tomorrow, right?"

Before Darryl can say, a short guy walks in, rubbing his eyes, blinking and
saying, "I can't sleep, Michael." Peter stands there with the look that
speaks he wants the two to separate so he can fit in the middle!

%

All through dinner Ellio exchanged smiles with Hugo. He smiled, Hugo smiled
back. A few bites of food and Hugo was smiling at him, so he did
likewise. At times Travis' thigh would clash with Ellio's thigh and cause
Ellio to glance at Travis.

"You know, we should take Hugo up on his suggestion?"

Knowing very well what Hugo had conjured up in an instant, Ellio plays
stoopid, "And what would that be?"

"Plug his mouth and ass?" Travis replies, sipping his soup from a spoon.

As if in aggreement, Ellio replies, "I claim the 'ass end'!"

"Y'know, Hugo should 'talk' about 'me' being a good cocksucker?"

Giggling, Ellio replies, "Y'know, if we keep on with this, I'm going to
start feeling mighty hard between my thighs?"

"Save it for Hugo, 'for dessert'!"

And as it went, throughout dinner, Hugo would not be able to repeat much of
anything Cayman had said to him, Cayman dividing his attention between
Hugo, on his left and one of his new, hot models on his right. As soon as
dinner concluded, Hugo swiftly bid goodnight to Cayman, his righthand
companion being under his escort. As for Hugo, he more or less blocked
Ellio and Travis' departure from the dining room.

Travis, more having the dibs on knowledge of Hugo, directs, "Hey Hugo, how
about being our sex-slave for the night?"

If Ellio had been inside Hugo's head all through dinner, watching an HD
screen of the six-foot-three, muscular, thirty-five year old's thoughts, he
would have drawn an easy conclusion to the logic of Hugo's response, "I'm
yours for the taking!"

Because, before dinner, Ellio was under the impression Hugo was top man on
the totem pole of a whole list of bottom boys. He even questioned Travis,
"Like what happened?"

Indirectly, Travis says, "Just wait... you'll catch on!"

Contrary to the trio walking away together, Byron turns to Micah and asks,
"Is that it? Like dinner and...?"

Smiling, Micah says of it, "Cayman has his 'entertainment' for the night,
Ellio and Travis theirs and," he places his hands on Byron's shoulders,
lets them cascade downwards, "I have mine!"

When his hands got to Byron's wrists, Byron scooped up his hands in his,
saying amorously, "You know, I like you very much Micah?"

Micah replies, "Like? I thought 'love' a more appropriate word for somebody
who you're in love with?"

%

Copyright 2010 T. Chase McPhee

`For Sale By Owner: ReaDy FoR THe CiTy' may not be sold, nor made part of
any collection, without prior consent from the author.

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