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FoR SaLE By OwNEr: CK's STuD MuFFiN PaRTy 17 wriTten by T. Chase McPhee
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Kyle was out of luck, back-surfing the table, as Jonathan told him it would be better if Kyle stood.
Nobody was more relieved at the news than Alex, "Whew!" sighing, with fake address, wiping his forehead off with the back of his hand.
In conversation, regarding outlines of the flower motif around Kyle's right nip, it's revealed of how Alex carved the Superman signature out of his chest hair.
"Hmm, Alex. If you're willing to try it again I think I can work a pattern up for you?"
"Oh no," Kyle defends one of Alex's assets, "I happen to like Alex's hairy chest!"
Some dude they didn't even know makes comment, "I think it would be cool!"
His head switching to the young dude, Kyle sarcastically says, "If you think it's so cool, have Jonathan do it to you, but don't even think about volunteering some other guy's chest!"
"Honey?" Alex softly wooed Kyle.
"What?" Kyle asks rashly.
"Relax. I'm not going to have it done, okay?"
Waiting, Jonathan says, "Are we done with our little temper tantrum? Can we continue?"
"I'm just watching out for my man," Kyle replies, lightening up a bit.
"Oh, I hear ya," Jonathan replies. "With a hunk like your man, hey, I'd go all out to protect my property too!"
Alex had mixed reactions to that, but was satisfied he calmed Kyle down. But as Jonathan continued, he did express some wonder as to how the young dude, Kyle told off, would look with his hairy chest carved out, a decorated 'S' painted in the middle. "So, you going to have it done?" he asks the dude.
"Might. I was even thinking of shaving it all off."
Jonathan replies, "I can do that for you too?"
"You can? Cool! When?"
"Soon as I'm done with Kyle."
But some dude standing behind Kyle says, "What about me? Aren't you going to paint me?"
And it went on, the line behind this guy, then the next, next, next, making it look like Jonathan was going to be busy for the next couple of hours!
Looking over Kyle's shoulder, Jonathan asks the next customer, "Sure. I'll do you. What are you up for?"
"Hmm," the muscular dude wiggles his eyebrows, "how about a nice long blowjob? I've been told I'm really good at it!"
"I'm sure you are," Jonathan seemed accepting, "but what I meant was, what kind of a tattoo would interest you?"
"Oh, I thought you meant..." He knew what Jonathan meant, playing stoopid! Then, turning around, showing up his swimmer's back, "Um, do you think you could tatt a dragon down my back?"
Before Jonathan could answer, Alex's chat partner, who has introduced himself as Drake Smith, informing Alex it isn't his real name, it being Drake Carstat, turns to 'Mr. Swimmers Build' and interrupts, "Hey dude, like the line starts here?" the nineteen year old sitting there, his thumb pointed towards his ownself.
"What?" the six foot, two inch body builder says, switching his attention to the table. "You talkin' to me?"
Alex and Kyle look at each other, Alex saying, "Uh-oh", when Drake replies, "I don't see any other dumb jocks standing in line!"
Kyle says, "Um, I hope you know karate or something, Drake!"
Handling himself appropriately, Drake backs his chair out from the table, throwing a leg up on the arm of the chair and saying, "Got a nice piece of bacon here, ready and waiting, whenver you're ready muscle-jock!"
"So sure of yourself?" the jock takes the bait, walking over to Drake, leaning a little bit to the side, his big index finger pulling at the edge of Drake's speedo so he can a peek inside. "Oh shit!" he says of the size.
"Show's over," Drake says, shooing the dude's hand away.
All this is taking place as Jonathan is plotting out the lanscape around Kyle's nips. He tells the two, "Hey, you wanna take your differences elsewhere? You're being kind of distractive?"
Sitting down, Drake seemed to dwarf the muscle dude, but when he got up out of his chair, bending to Jonathan's wishes, Mr. Muscles had to lift his chin.
"Whoa dude!" he said of Drake, towering two inches over him.
"I hope you have a long neck," Drake toyed with the dude.
"Oh? Why's that?"
"I wouldn't want you to strain yourself while you're on your knees!"
Did Jonathan mind the loss of two customers? Not with the line forming. Though as he puts the finishing touches on Kyle, another dude comes up, stands next to him and expresses, "A work of art! Mind if I have a go at it?"
As Drake left his seat empty, Michael helped himself to it. "Guess what Alex?"
"You've got another order for twelve dozen briefs?" He says facetiously.
"Nope. Only could get about eighteen guys to place orders, but I overheard Cayman talking with Stephen Braddock and something's up!"
"What do you mean something's up?"
"All because of me," Michael's halo remains somewhere in the clouds, "it's why guys are talking about buying your briefs."
Alex figured this had something to do with more than his briefs, asking, "Because of you?"
"Yeah, everytime a guy asks about your briefs, they say, 'see Michael' and now Stephen Braddock is talking about making me a salesman in his store!"
"Oh, I get it. Congratulations. I think it's great you have discovered your inner talent!" Alex says with a smile.
"But I don't want it."
"No?"
"Nope. He says it's at a satellite store, whatever that means, that he is opening in East Hampton and I'm going to be living with you guys in the city. Get it?"
"I'm not sure," Alex replies, not sure, but he had a feeling this had to do with Scotty.
And true to his feelings, Michael says, "Scotty and me had a falling out while we were out here. I don't want it to happen again. I don't want to be away from him again."
"How sweet," Kyle comments, overhearing.
Alex seconds it, "Sounds like two guys I know," exchanging eye-comments with his lover.
Not keen on Michael's relationship with Scotty, Jonathan says, "Someday I hope I find a guy to share my life with too."
Out in the open, there wasn't much privacy. Of two dudes on line, one asks, "If you're looking for volunteers, I'm readily available?"
Sure, Jonathan thought it sweet, but also a flitting offer. He took a glance up and was ready to add a cordial word of thanks, for the offering, when his momentary eye to bod contact made him slowdown with Kyle's nip-work. "Hi," he reissues his greeting.
"That was quick!" Kyle says to Alex.
With understanding, meaning Jonathan's happenstance, Alex replies, "Too quick!"
And, to Jonathan's advantage, the same dude steps in from the sidelines, offering, "Hey, I did some boy-painting at last year's Gay Pride. Need some help?"
"Boy-painting?" Jonathan questions.
"Right, but it wasn't my idea of calling it that." The dude excused himself, "Pardon me," rubbing his front against the dude in front of him as he excused himself past.
"Anytime," the pair of eyes followed the dude till he stood next to Jonathan, as smile on his face, because this guy has excited more than his senses!
"Hi. My name's Keith. I can do any part of the bod!"
The dude Keith sideswiped 'loves' that idea, saying, "Since I'm next, I volunteer you to do any part of my bod you want!"
So it went, Jonathan finishing up Kyle and Keith 'boy-painting' Desmond.
"So, what's your pleasure?" Keith put it to Desmond.
Tinted skin, Desmond replies, "What would you suggest for my caramel tan?"
"I love the accent by the way," Keith told him.
"How about your initials inside a heart, painted on my chest?"
They all got a kick out of Desmond, getting rock hard over Keith's art work superimposed on his midchest region. They had a nice chat about sensitive nips too, Desmond rubbing his own pair as Keith did his art-thing. And even though Desmond's speedo showed signs of bursting, he casually accepted his thanks after Keith was done emblazoning his chest with a red heart and the initials 'KK'.
About the same time, Jonathan finished up Kyle.
In fact, as the two worked, guys on line tended to run out of patience, especially after it was annouced mud wrestling would starting shortly.
"If I mud wrestle, will the paint run?" Kyle asks.
But Kyle didn't need an answer, Alex exclaiming, "Are you out of your gourd Kyle? You're going to wrestle after hurting your arm?"
"Oh yeah. Forgot. See how much better it is... I forgot all about it!"
"Still, I'm keeping tabs on you so you don't get any 'more' brilliant ideas!"
From behind Alex, a guy taps on his shoulder, inquiring, "Hey, are you the guy who designs the cock-sock briefs?"
First time he's heard the name given to his briefs, Alex seemed to have a slip of memory, but quickly putting two and two together, a big cock and the big pocket in the front of the briefs he creates, he says, "That's me."
"Did Michael tell you I ordered a dozen?"
"Nope.. I mean he said he sold a couple of dozen. He didn't say one person ordered a whole dozen. Thanks!"
At the time of placing the order, the dude didn't have any reason off the top of his head 'why' he purchase a whole dozen, but after having Alex pointed out to him and looking upon Alex's top-naked bod, he replies, "I thought maybe since I ordered a dozen maybe you would do me the honor of mud-wrestling me?"
"Um, I don't think so," Alex tried letting him down easy.
But out of Kyle's mouth comes, "Sure Alex will!"
"I will?" Alex turns to his lover.
"Sure. Who knows if you'll ever have the chance again Alex!"
It was rational, but then again Alex didn't think he wanted to 'get dirty'.
"Who's this?" the dude asks.
"My partner, Kyle," Alex introduces.
Surprised, the dude says, "Oh! Michael didn't mention you had a partner. I thought you were single."
His finger swinging back and forth between himself and Kyle, Alex replies, "Uh, no. We're kind of 'attached'."
"Oh. I see. Um, ya know," he scratched his head, "I think I remember telling one of the other guys I was going to mud-wrestle him..."
"Easy come, easy go!" Kyle says.
Alex says, "I guess so. He wasn't even here long enough to leave his name!"
"His name is Jake Britten. We've been ordered to keeps tabs on Jake."
Looking up from his chair, Alex replies, "And whom might you be?"
Dressed in security attire, a bit relaxed because his shirt was slightly open, the dude says, "Bobby Burago. I'm on the security force here."
"We can tell," Kyle replies.
"I know you're Alex and Kyle, because Geoff sent me over here just in case Jake got a notion to lure either of you away."
"You make it sound like Jake is a molester or something!" Kyle comments.
"Nah. Not really, but I tend to think Geoff really cares about what happens to you two. So, which one of you are Kyle?"
"Me," Kyle says. And pointing out his lover, "and this is Alex."
"So, you guys are okay?"
Alex thought Bobby to be kind of cute, imagining him to be about their age. "Are we okay?" he addresses Kyle.
"I think we're okay," Kyle replies, wondering why Alex asked, thinking of some motive behind it. "What do you think Alex?"
"I think I'd feel a whole lot better if we had better security around us in case any 'Jakes' come 'round here," Alex replies.
"Cool!" Bobby replies. "I think that's the same Geoff was thinking."
Kyle and Alex glance to each other as Bobby takes up the same chair formerly inhabited by Michael and others, wondering what else Geoff had to say about them.
Alex asks, "You know, if you're going to be sitting out in the sun Bobby, you should really take your shirt off?"
"I don't know. I'm supposed to be on duty."
Kyle replies, "It's okay. If Geoff comes over and says anything we'll vouch for you."
"Uh," Bobby hesitates, looking back over his shoulder at Geoff, Swifty and their friends, drinking, whooping it up and having a gay ole time, "sure."
Standing, Bobby untucks the shirt from his pants, finishes unbuttoning it and draws it back over his shoulders, with saying, "It's sticking to me already!"
"Nice!" Kyle says of the chest fur, the hairy, beefy stomach, all glistening with sweat as the sun gleams off his bod.
Alex replies to Bobby, who shows question over Kyle's statement, "Kyle likes us bear cubs!"
Laughing, Bobby says, "At gay pride last year some dude called me a 'cub' and rubbed his hand on my stomach. Felt hot!"
As a nice 'get even' tactic over Kyle offering him up for mud-wrestling, Alex tells, "Well Bobby, given the opportunity I think Kyle could get a kick out of feeling up your cubby belly?"
"Alex!" Kyle scolds him.
Then standing, taking the last swig of his beer, setting it with a jingle on the metal table, Alex says, "I think I'll go see how the mud-wrestling is going!"
The three did, Alex overhearing Bobby say, "Y'know Kyle, I wouldn't mind it at all if you felt up my belly?"
"Oh really?"
Walking in front of the two Alex only smiled, wondering if Kyle was fingering Bobby's sweaty tummy hair! However, he had more on his mind as he approached the mud pit, looking upon the multitude of mud-splattered guys. He could only imagine what was happening as he could peek through the several pairs of legs, seeing some guy pinned to the ground by another. As he closed in he could hear quite a few catcalls from the crowd.
"C'mon Britt, you wimp! Get up and fight like a man!"
As Alex stuck his head in between two guys, slipping his chest in, getting some mud-splatter on himself, he asks no guy in particular, "What's up?"
Turning to Alex, a model is like two inches from Alex's face, offering, "You?"
Smiling, Alex replies, "I meant with the mud fight?"
The scanning, which only took in Alex's face and top half of his chest, stopped, the model-dude reporting, "Adrian's got Jake pinned to the ground, with a peace offering stuck in his face!"
By this time Kyle has sunk through the crowd and caught up to Alex, asking the same question.
Alex replies, "Good thing we have to keep it covered up," meaning the dude's cock, which if he had not freshly removed it from the sealed package, it could be quite muddy to Jake's taste buds.
"Jake's not gonna go for it," the model-dude says to Alex.
"I don't know about that," Alex voices opinion, "not with the tip laying right on his lips."
"Uh-oh," Kyle says.
"What?" the dude and Alex both say at the same time, turning and smiling at each other.
"I think Jake is in store for a surprise," Kyle informs as the dude sitting with his ass on Jake's chest, is reaching behind him, his hand looking for a pair of something in Jake's speedo.
However, it wasn't meant to be, Bobby Burago storming forth, shouting, "Hey you! Have you forgotten about the 'golden rule'?"
"Go fuck yourself!" The dude on Jake's chest says.
Bobby didn't mean to it, as he brazenly passed between Kyle and Alex, but the grass being all slippery with dirt and water, creating a mudpit of sorts, his shoes took flight as if on ice skates. "Whoaaaaa!" he clamored as he fell forwards, all five feet, nine inches of him tackling the dude atop Jake.
"Oh shit!" the dude said, falling right off of Jake, to his side, like Bobby had purposefully tackled him.
He hadn't intended on this type of an outcome, but being it happened already, the eighteen year old uses it to his advantage, "I gave you warning!"
"Look dude... I mean...." the guy fished for a name to call Bobby.
And being official, Bobby doing his official duty, subduing the dude for having his cock outside his speedo, officially states, "Officer Bobby Burago."
As it happened, Bobby gave the dude no choice to plead, as his arms pretty much were pinned to his sides as he tries conning, "This is my first party. Like I didn't know I 'had' to keep my cock inside my pants!"
Immediately the dude got boos from the crowd. They knew the rule set down by Geoff, one termed by all as 'the golden rule', all cocks and balls must stay lodged in a guy's speedo, swim suit or whatever he happens to be wearing. Even a G-string type apparatus could not have a hint as much as part of a guy's balls hanging out.
Bobby kind of liked having the guy squirm, especially when he yelled with such a profane slur. And since the dude was falling prey to his authority, Bobby says, "I could also have you thrown out of the Stud Muffin Party for threatening another guest?"
"Threat?" he questioned. "I wasn't 'making' Jake suck my cock. I was offering him."
Since he was getting tough on the guy, something he questioned himself about, whether he be this kind of a person or not, when applying for the job, Bobby backs himself up with, "Oh don't give me any of that crap!"
"Huh?"
He hadn't notcied it for himself, but with Kyle mentioning it, Bobby went for it, "And just what was your other hand going to do behind your back?"
After awhile guys started getting bored with Bobby and his perpetrator on the ground. They came to see some mud-fighting. Up until now Jake had been the victor, so forgetting about the dude who pinned him to the ground, the games went on.
"My hand behind my back... um I was... um..."
As per Kyle, he was going for Jake's balls, so Bobby used Kyle's idea of what was to ensue, "You weren't possibly going for Jake's balls?"
"Um no! I swear it!"
"I don't believe you."
The two stare at each other, Bobby's chest pinning his elusive criminal to the ground.
"Okay. You're right. I was going to grab Jake's balls. But please don't have me thrown out?"
Bobby was loving it. Right out of high school, he promised himself after graduating, after getting out there in the world he was going to drop his shyness, his allowing people to push him around. And what should fall in his lap? Or rather, the other dude's lap? In high school, in order to get around bullies, he's often heard them say the same thing he thought of saying to this almost nude-dude, pinned under him, "And what are you going to do for me if I don't?"
"Anything man. C'mon. This is like the happening party in the modeling word. It wouldn't look good for me! What do you want me to do? Name it!"
Bullied in high school, perhaps because of his easy-going manner and height of five feet, nine inches, more than a few times Bobby was made to sink to his knees and take cock. Not as much to be mean, because he didn't believe in paying back evil-for-evil, but more as to see how far it would go, he replies, "I get off duty in an hour or so. How about you give me some head?"
Suddenly there was a huge awareness of guys having fun, lots of loud laughter, which seemed to hasten the dude's answer to Bobby, "Yeah, sure. Anything. Just please, don't have me thrown out of the party?"
"What's your name?"
"Adrian."
Being he was holding the cards, Bobby took things a step forward, "Well Adrian, I think we should seal it with a kiss!"
"Seal it? With a kiss?"
And feeling mischevious, Bobby says, "Not unless you would rather suck me off right here in front of everyone?"
It never occured to Adrian of Bobby breaking the golden rule, pulling down his pants, briefs, him saying outright, "Um, no... no... that's okay. We can do it later."
Then, doing a pushup, Bobby says in the toughest manner he can muster up, "Good you see things my way Adrian. Oh! Almost forgot!" Since he was holding all the cards, when he leaned into Adrian's mouth to seal the deal, he took as much time as he wanted. Strangely though, upon release Adrian's eyes remained closed a bit longer than necessary. "Did you like that?" Came Bobby's gut reaction.
"It was okay," Adrian said, not wanting to admit anything more.
"Just okay?"
"Well maybe a little more than okay, officer."
As Bobby pushed off, got to his feet, he did offer Adrian a hand, which he took. He did glance down and need to remind Adrian, "You want to fix yourself?"
"Uh sure." And was Bobby surprised when Adrian turns and says, "Hey, thanks for not having me thrown out Bobby!"
He did also get a quirky little smile before viewing Adrian's muddy back. In response to what he just pulled off, nothing he could ever do in high school, Bobby awarded himself, "Cool!" But something he hadn't reckoned on, his hand had found why his pants were tenting.
"I'd say you handled that very well, Bobby!" Geoff says, his muddy hands applauding Bobby's efforts.
Swifty didn't let it go unnoticed, what Bobby thought about himself, "'He do that to you?"
Bobby didn't have a ready answer, but Geoff came to his rescue, "Of course! You saw the way Bobby was handling himself. The dude was scared shitless!"
Apparently, as Bobby figured neither had heard his and Adrian's conversation, when Swifty asks, "Oh, so what did Adrian say to obviously, keep you from throwing him out?"
Definitely Bobby didn't have an answer for Swifty, nor Geoff, so he sarcastically answers, "He offered me a blowjob, so I took it!" He quickly excused himself and headed back to the mud fights.
"Smart boy!" Geoff awarded Bobby.
"Is that legal?" Swifty asks.
"Kind of under the table," Geoff called it.
"Under the table huh? Hmm, now that 'is' a smart boy!"
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An hour later, Kyle was slapping Alex on the back, along with a dozen others, heralding him for pinning Jake down to the ground and getting him to give up 'legally', "Way-to-go-Alex!"
Of course, Alex had been muddied from head to toe and the addition of slaps on the back added to the mud flinging.
"Don't we look a sight?" Kyle asks.
"More me than you, I'd say. At least that's what I've hoped."
Kyle wondered, "Huh?"
"Your arm," Alex says.
"What about it?" Kyle asks as they walk towards the cabana.
"Nothing. I'm just glad nothing happened to it. There was a lot of slipping and sliding on the grass and even though I was having a good time, I was more concerned about anything happening to you?"
Said so fine, in a tender way, Kyle couldn't help but place a kiss on Alex's muddy lips.
After doing so, Alex makes comment, "Yuck! Worst tasting kiss I've ever tasted!"
Kyle jokes, "Fuck you!"
And with seeing the long line outside the cabana for using the shower, Alex says of it, "Or, in the privacy of our own shower, I could 'fuck you'?"
Having Alex by the arm, Kyle swished him around till they faced the direction of their living quarters!
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